#/maybe/ i'll b able to draw him for a week

[didderd]

should.. should i try drawing fell sans every day for a week leading up to his birthday? 👀

[nocek]

Some Miguel and Gabriella doodles form last month :) I just hadn't had the motivation to turn them into proper drawings.

But the bottom two actually are part of my headcanons:

So starting with the happy one as in the one on the right:

I headcanon that Miguel actually ended in Gabriella's universe on accident and the multiversal travel didn't exist yet (to be more precise it was invented to look for Gabriella's father because Miguel didn't know that he was dead and just assumed they like switched places or something) and he explained the whole situation to Gabriella rightaway (because there is no way to be able to fit into another dude's life without a hitch even with I was bonked in the head recently excuse).

Gabriella was skeptical but decided to approach whole situation sitcom style. Dad was replaced by awkward but caring dude with superpowers - let's help him but also try the new boundaries. So she approached with hey dad runs twice a week and I ride the bike with him. I can show you our favorite route! And then proceeded to extend the route muuuuuch beyond what was humanly possible for her dad. And then beyond what was possible for her just out of curiosity if Miguel will ask to stop. Well he didn't so now after long ice cream break he needs to carry her home because she totally absolutely is beat and cannot cycle anymore (and also this way is more fun).

And the second separate depressing au headcanon that is not as tied to the picture but I guess I'll share it here:

While the Gabriella's universe was falling apart all the spiders there just grabbed as many civilians as possible and jumped through the portals. So Gabriella and couple dozen displaced people are alive at spiders hq and things are maybe better but also worse.

Since Gabriella is alive Miguel can't go sulk in the corner in his office. He needs to put on a front for her. Which most likely doubles the pressure that he already puts on himself.

Gabriella isn't an idiot and figures it out so she also tries to put on a front.

But to add a little spider whimsy and make the whole thing a bit happier - here comes Gwen.

Miguel was just as grumpy about letting her join spider society as was in the movie buuuuut Gabriela decided that Gwen being the slightly older girl with a little bit of alternative vibe is the coolest person ever and we will be best friends. And you are a ballerina!!!! I want to try ballet too!

Which in turn forced Miguel to be nice like to other Gabriella's friends and maybe be a bit more mindful and realize that Gwen needs more than place to stay and new friends and coworkers. She is too young to just jump into adulthood. She needs her father or better father figure.

And he tries to dump that on Peter B which doesn't work because Peter suffers form serious case of baby brain but also sees Gwen more like a equal adult and friend.

Besides the idea of Miguel trying to be nice and failing at because he approaches it form his experience with Gabriella standpoint while dealing with teenager is kinda fun and I like it.

[janus-cadet]

The second card according to last week's poll- Husker, our dear old cat man, as The Hermit! It's also the eleventh card for the Hazbin/Helluva fandom. Which is- the most consistent I ever been in drawing for a fandom? Hurray!

The next one, Adam, is already decided- but I'm planning to do two more cards before maybe, eventually, taking a break. So, before we go under the cut for the explanations for the choice of card...

Yes indeedy. It's the mothers' poll.

Back to the grumpy old man!

The Hermit Upright is a card strongly linked to self-discovery and inner wisdom. It invites you to retreat into your private world and experience a deep sense of instrospection- a journey you have to do alone, to find you inner guiding light, and choose the next steps you'll have to take.

It might seem strange to chose Husk to represent it- but as much as his character seems stand-offish and disgruntled, he does strick me as someone who has done a lot of self-reflecting, and is able to see each other characters' situations with a clarity that no one else, in the show, seems capable of. He is aware of who he is, of what mistakes he make: this is a man who knows himself, and who finds wisdom in his own flaws.

And much as the Hermit of the card, he's a man who walked on this path alone (thinking that no one could relate- prefering the quiet and the solitude to the company) until he reached the point when he was ready to let others in, albeit in a small, careful way. Finding, despite himself, a place in the small group of the hotel, and a soulmate in Angel.

But the Hermit card often appears when you are at a pivotal point in your life, and maybe considering a new direction. Would that be, for example... redemption? Now, Husker is not quite there yet- but it's undeniable that his mere involvement with the hotel places him on a pivotal point in life, and one that encourages him to deepen his self-examination. This time to also accept the good in himself, and re-evaluate his personnal goals.

Finally, the Hermit may appear in your life as a spiritual mentor- one that may be an expert in his own right (a wise old bartender, who've seen it all), but who will teach you to find your answers within yourself. Which. Loser, Baby.

Okay, it's a lot of talking already. Bear with me, we're now going on the Reverse Hermit.

For as much as I feel like Husk's character is the most in-tune with himself, the struggles is still undeniable. The Reversed Hermit, therefore, encourages you to search deep within your sould, to help you find your way again, to find your way out of the bottle, and focus on rebuilding yourself. You may be damaged, but you can still go on with your life, and improve your situation; it all starts by working on yourself. Be careful not to isolate yourself too much, too. You should not be fully cutting yourself off from others, like a literal Hermit; do not underestimate the value of the connections you can form with people around you. And really, our dear Husker is getting there!

The Hermit Reversed can also indicate an unwelcome isolation in your relationship: one person may want to be alone or withdraw from the relationship, while the other wants to deepen the connection. You will need to respect each other's request for space (not by pushing your partner off his chair, Husker), but also be there to support as appropriate.

And that's it for today! We'll see each other again tomorrow, when I'll drop the first man himself- Adam, as the King of Pentacles. I hope this silly bird would apreciate the irony.

This is not, actually, the first time I drew the Hermit- but the first one, eh, I really did not like it. So, Husker becomes the official Hermit of the deck!

(If you have time,consider checking my friend @mimmixerenard 's version of humanized!Husker, it's very very good. Here is the link)

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Yay then!!!

Hmmmm…

So, for hurt-comfort, I had another idea, but I realized it's too big and would prob work as a one-shot better, so this is the scenario idea:

James finding his gf (the reader) crying after someone was bullying her for being muggleborn, (if u wanna make it more extreme maybe they also cast a spell that ruined all her hw, or drenched her in water, or something like that) and by the end she's just kinda asleep in his arms and he promises (to himself) to protect her

Also, I swear, for some reason the bad liar update never showed up on my page, so I'll be reading that tmr

always yes to protective Jamie 🥺🥰 Warnings: reader gets bullied for being a muggle-born Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Bullied

"Hey, sweetheart, I was starting to think you forgot about me" you heard your boyfriend's voice coming from the bathroom, as soon as you stepped into his dorm. He walked out and his smile instantly dropped when he saw you. "Princess, what happened?"

You were an absolute mess. You looked completely drenched, covered in mud, your knees and hands were wounded, and your bag looked like it had been burned.

"I w-was coming b-back from the library" you said, between sobs as James walked closer to you and took your bag off your shoulder. "A-and they- they started yelling at m-me" you cried as James walked you over to his bed and sat you down.

"Who?" he asked, feeling his blood boiling.

"S-some kids from Slytherin" you said, trying to calm your breathing. "I'm not sure what their n-names are. They just started yelling 'm-mudblood'" you cried on James' shoulder. "A-and then they threw water a-at me with their wands a-and mud" you said, looking up at him before you grabbed your bag. "A-and they ruined m-my bag. I had all of my assignments here" you said, opening it but nothing more than ashes came out. "I worked on m-my Charms essay for t-two weeks" you said, crying harder and James pulled you closer to him.

James took a deep breath to try and calm himself down so he wouldn't run out to find the shitheads who did this to you because he knew you needed him here.

"Come on, love" he said, getting up and bringing you with him.

"But my things-"

"I'll take care of that, princess. I'm gonna draw you a bath, and we're gonna use Padfoot's fancy salts and soaps, just don't tell him, okay?" he said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled a little as James prepared the warm bath for you and as soon as you got in, you instantly felt at least ten times better.

"Where are you going?" you pouted when he walked towards the exit.

"I'm gonna get you some clean clothes, love" he said, giving you a peck on the lips before he walked out of the bathroom.

After you were clean and changed into James' pajama pants and your favorite sweater of his, you walked out to the dorm and saw James trying to salvage what was left of your bag.

"It's ruined, isn't it?" you asked, feeling a few tears in your eyes again, sitting down next to him.

"It's okay, princess. We're going to Hogsmeade this weekend and I will buy you any bag you like, okay?" he said, kissing your temple.

"Love, you don't have to do that" you insisted.

"I want to. I love spoiling you" he smiled, kissing your cheek.

"Still, I don't think I'll be able to go to Hogsmeade this week" you said, as James brushed his thumb against your cheek to wipe away your tears. "I have to redo my Charms essay" you explained. You noticed James tense a little before he took a deep breath. "What?"

"Alright, if I tell you something, do you promise not to get mad?"

"What did you do?" you asked, wiping your remaining tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"W-well, sometimes when we're too busy with Quidditch or... well, pranks, Padfoot and I grab your homework and Moony's and... we kind of make copies of it" he said, going over to his nightstand and taking a few parchments out, handing them to you. You saw your Charms essay, the one that you had worked on for two weeks and had just finished at the library. It was just missing the last part, but everything else was there.

"How often do you do this?" you asked, going through the papers.

"We don't use them, we just, you know, make our own version of them. Only when we have Quidditch practice" he insisted but you looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "Or when we forget there's homework" he admitted. "I'm sorry, love. I should have told you but-"

You cut James off by throwing your arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the lips. "I love you so much" you smiled.

"Y-you're not mad?"

"I'm not entirely happy about it and I doubt Remus will be either" you told him. "But you just saved me from having to re-write this entire essay" you smiled, bringing him closer for another kiss. "Thank you" you smiled.

"You're welcome, princess" he said, kissing you again. "Do you want to go down for dinner? You can point those kids to me so me and Padfoot can-"

"No" you said, hugging him. "Can we just stay here a little longer?" you asked, looking up at him, knowing he wouldn't be able to say no to you.

"Of course, princess" he said, lying down on his bed and bringing you with him. "Whatever you want" he said, kissing your temple as you rested your head on his chest. "I love you" he said, stroking your back, noticing you were almost asleep.

"I love you too" you said, closing your eyes and falling asleep in his arms while he mentally thought about letting Sirius in on this and plotting his revenge against the Slytherins.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)

[floralcrematorium]

Could you do 📚, 🏠, and 🔥 for the Hetalia ask thing? Oh and in honor of rare pair week, 💘?

Thanks for the ask!!

📚 What part of the webcomic/manga is your favorite? Could be a single strip, an event, a character arc, etc.

Hands down, it's the furby strips. I love furbies. And we got what? 3 chapters full of them?????? My discord and spotify profile pics are of furbies from the strips lol. I need to draw England with my horrible Princess Diana furby from my storyboard class lol

🏠 Quick! You now live in a mansion in the middle of nowhere and you've got your choice of three nations to live with. Who do you choose as your new housemates and why?

Francis -- Are we really that surprised with this one? We're gonna cook, draw, and then he can judge me for my fashion sense. I'm an adult who still shops at Hot Topic and he's not gonna like that Listen, it's the only place I can get edgy pants in plus sizes

Yao -- This man deserves more love and appreciation. Like with Francis, we can also cook and draw! I would also just love to talk to him. I want to hang out with him so bad. Like you don't understand. I don't know why he's been a longstanding favorite of mine but I admire him and wouldn't be irritated by him like I would be by many other characters.

Kateryna -- Ukraine's jumped up on my list of favorites in recent years. Like with Francis, when I write for her I take the bits and pieces I like and elaborate on them while I find a way to rebuild the weaker aspects of her character. I think she deserves to catch a break -- she's always been the one others rely on and she deserves to be Pampered and Appreciated. I think she's also got hobbies that I'd like to have more experience with (gardening, general outdoorsy activities/fitness, and textile arts). I also imagine her being a similar clothing size to me, so having a dress up kinda day would be really fun!

TLDR: Francis, Yao, and Kateryna because we have hobbies we can do together

🔥 Are there any popular/widely accepted headcanons you don't like?

Gonna be real with you on this one, I don't know what widely accepted headcanons are floating around these days other than if Prussia is a loser virgin vs chad sex god. I don't care about the spicy side of things because I just have zero interest (✨Asexuality✨), but I guess I'm on Team Loser Virgin because I think that's just really silly

💘 What's the most obscure pairing you've got a soft spot for?

Sigh. Framano.

It entirely has to do with the RP I have with someone. That's what introduced me to it. I was unsure how I felt about it at first, but it quickly grew on me

You will see rare pair week content from me, I just don't know if I'll be able to get it out during rare pair week. I've got a majority of part one written, so maybe I'll save part two for after rare pair week? Let's see.

I think this ship can go one of three ways. A: two people unexpectedly brought together and are uniquely positioned to deal with each other's baggage. B: horrible toxic codependeny. C: stubborn assholes gifting each other more and more expensive wine to one up the other. They are constantly competing

Hetalia Asks

[foster-the-moths]

u have some awesome dreams . give me them👁️ njkhdcjd actually tho of the three i remember u sharing it's interestign that all three involved you being some sort of whimsical creature (i'm counting altsar as a whimsical little beast he's very silly and fun to m e)

WOOO YEAH i love talking about my dreams they are so Strange um putting all of these under the readmore bc. they are so fucked up sometimes SJFLDJFLJSJF these ones are more horror oriented bc those are some of my favorite ones. i am just listing 4 for now, because this post got very long. i can post more of them later maybe. i have a LOT more but these are just semi-recent ones i can access easily.

warning for descriptions of body horror, gore, injury, death, and parasites (big maggot) and images of body horror and parasites.

1: had a dream a was a little victorian boy (like 3 or something) on vacation with my family and we were on a train but oops!!! we got on the demon train by accident. the conductor surgically removed all of the skin off my face, taxidermied it, sewed it back on, and then sent me to a shadow mirror realm for 18 years. i got back to the Real realm and it turns out it had only been 3 years for my family; but they had still all been distorted beyond recognition and made into worse versions of themselves. my father had turned into a weird goat man, my mother resembled a deep sea fish, and i couldn't remember what happened to my sister or brother. they also didn't recognize me because i had aged 18 years. the rest of the dream was me trying to reverse their transformations.

2: had another one in which i was trapped in an extra-dimensional liminal space that changed and grew as i explored it. It had video game physics which is always fun. when i walked there was view-bobbing and my hands were always visible in front of me, like a first person shooter. i could also sprint jump and b-hop and side sprint and stuff like that. there were also small creatures that latched onto me and tried to kill me, but my hands were extremely lethal (they caused instant burning pain to whatever they touched, and if i pressed my hands against a living thing it would 'melt') so i was able to fend them off. this meant i was basically unbeatable, but could still be hurt.

^this is vaguely what i looked like. i could only see my hands but i'm pretty sure the rest of me wasn't 100% human. i'll draw something better later maybe.

3. a more tame one i had recently was i got trapped in a fantasy video game by accident and ended up in a village that used pinecones as currency. so i had to grow pine trees. and then this other guy started growing saplings on MY farm plot and i was PISSED. he showed me his farming techniques though so i let him stay. time passed very quickly, each hour was a new season, so four hours was a 'year'. i did not realize the implications of this until about two weeks (about 80 'years') had passed. the npc villagers started aging and disappearing and the guy who i planted trees with turned to face me and his face was rotting away. he told me i took too long.

4. less tame one. I had a giant maggot parasite that replaced all of my organs and it tried to control me via telepathic mind battle?? but. i won the telepathic mind battle. so now i WAS the maggot. and i was piloting my own body with weird nerve things and instead of organs there was just a giant maggot in my abdomen but i WAS the maggot and i could feel myself inside of myself. it was like if you could feel your organs against the inside of your skin. incredibly unpleasant sensation. i had to hide the fact that i was a maggot because usually the maggot wins the psychic mind battle and kills people so if my doctors found out i had a maggot parasite in me they would kill me.

^diagram of parasite in the body. the red is the 'nerves' used to control the body. the brain of the host and parasite become merged, which is how i 'became' the maggot. the maggot could also like. climb up the throat and peek its head out of the host's mouth to maul people with its fangs.

[poguestvff]

LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

[nightshade-minho]

-The One-

Warnings: very very mild knifeplay, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, creampie, light navel play, tiny mention of blood, rituals, themes of witchcraft + demons, jealousy, sir kink, master kink, threesome, aftercare.

Felix × fem!Reader × Minho

Wc: 3k

Note: I stayed up all night writing this and was half-asleep so I apologize for any mistakes or incoherencies. Regardless, I’m quite proud of this fic hehe, and I’d love some feedback on it~

You could barely breathe. The feeling of his cock stretching you out as you sat on his lap, combined with the heady feeling of the knife's tip pressed against your skin was driving you insane with arousal.

"Such a pretty one you are...we don't usually get customers like you."

You scrunched your eyes shut, not wanting to make eye contact with him. His smirk, his golden eyes that gleamed with confidence...it would all make you even more nervous than you already were.

"Sir...p-please don't hurt me."

"Tsk. I won't, princess. Not yet." He shifted you on his lap, causing his tip to rub up against your sweet spot. You let out a soft moan as he did so, your eyes slowly opening and drifting down to the shiny steel pressed against your torso.

"Will it...will it hurt?"

He gently dragged the knife upwards, eyes fixed on you. He wasn't applying any pressure, and the blade itself wasn't very sharp...but it still sent tingles through you.

"Not really. If you're a good girl for us, it won't. The ritual is a very short one, and doesn't have many side effects."

"Okay...wait, us?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. My boss. He'll be here soon, don't worry. He's a busy man. I take care of the shop when he's not here."

"Oh...so you're like, his assistant?"

"Mmhm. You could say that. He doesn't pay me, though." He mutters, expression faltering for a second. The smirk slowly returned though, as he dragged the steel gently up between your breasts, pausing.

"Why...w-why do you work here, then?"

"He's family. My older brother,to be exact."

"O-oh..."

"Yup. In fact, enjoy my leniency while you can. I can assure you, my brother is a lot more..."

He sighed, poking the tip into your skin lightly, but not enough to draw blood.

"Sadistic."

You gulped as Felix suddenly started thrusting up into you, his hips gaining a newfound vigor. You groaned, throwing your head back as he hit your sweet spot again.

You never thought you'd end up like this...A few weeks ago, you were living your life like any other college student.

When winter break came along, you'd been more than excited to get back to your hometown...the place you'd grew up in. One of the first things you did was visit the woods, searching for the tree house you'd made when you were about 10 years old.

Of course, you hadn't expected to see a cottage where your tree house had formerly been. On hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to knock.

You hadn't expected to see a cute boy open the door, either.

Felix, he said his name was.

The cottage wasn't a house after all...it was more of an eccentric little shop, the shelves lined with curious looking bottles and dusty books.

You'd definitely thought the man was cuckoo, especially when he started talking about witchcraft and rituals. He was undeniably hot, though...

One thing led to another and here you were a few days later, having sex with someone you barely knew. That someone also happened to talk an awful lot about demons and witchcraft. God, you were stupid to trust him.

"This ritual...what does it require, again? And there's absolutely no side effects?"

"Nope. All you want is revenge, correct? We can make that happen."

"Having sex with you is part of it, right?"

Felix laughed, taking his knife away and resting it on the table next to him. "Oh, you truly do hurt me. Here I was thinking you were having sex with me cause you wanted to." He adjusted himself in his chair, lifting you off his cock and turning you around.

He slowly eased you back down onto his length, groaning softly under his breath at your tightness.

"Look here. Intercourse with a virgin is stage one of the ritual, and semen also happens to be one of the ingredients." He said, pulling your back against his chest and lifting a finger, causing a dusty old book in the corner of the room to hover over.

You squinted at the page, the words registering itself in your brain.

"Wait...how did you know I'm a virgin?"

"It's glaringly obvious, doll."

You gritted your teeth, biting your lip as Felix let the book drop to the floor, his hands on your waist as he slowly started fucking up into you.

"Remember, you asked for this. You're the one who came here first. You gave me full consent to do this."

"I d-did."

"Mmhmm. Don't forget to tell Minho that. If he's not a corpse somewhere, that is...he usually isn't this late."

A shiver ran through you as Felix suddenly got up with you still on his cock, his fingers digging into your skin as he took you over to the window. He slid apart the heavy purple curtains with one hand.

"Ah...there he is."

You twisted your neck slightly. Eyes misty with arousal, you could barely make out the shadowy figure approaching. Felix's fingers on your chin forced you to face him again, his smile slightly unsettling.

"He's here. I'll remind you again. This was your choice."

"M-my choice..." You gulped as the door opened, the bells tinkling.

There was silence for a few minutes. Felix's form was blocking the figure in the shop. You made a sound of frustration as you craned your neck, trying to catch a glimpse of this mysterious man, despite the fear enveloping your heart.

"Hm. What do we have here? Felix, I've told you before. Don't bring your playthings into the shop."

Felix turned around, taking you to the counter and setting you on the edge of it, still inside you. The new angle finally let you make eye contact with the man.

Oh, fuck. Almost immediately, you wished you hadn't looked at him. Yes, Felix was scary and slightly unnerving...but this man's aura was a whole new shade of intimidating.

You tried your best to break eye contact, but you couldn't. His stare was mesmerizing, and you almost drooled.

A sharp thrust from Felix snapped you out of your haze.

"She isn't a plaything. She's been coming here for the past week...keeping me company. It gets lonely here when you leave on your little trips, you know."

Minho frowned as he set down the mysterious looking packages he'd been holding, leaning on the heavy oak table. His eyes fell on the open book. He lazily regarded the pages, sighing.

Despite his indifferent expression, when he spoke, his tone was menacing.

"Have you been showing this girl the texts? Felix, you know we're not supposed to fraternize with the mortals. I've let you copulate with some of them, but I've told you time and time again...magic and elements of the otherwordly realm are far too complex for their puny brains to comprehend."

Felix sighed, turning slightly to face his brother but not slowing down. He kept thrusting into you, a hand grasping your breast and fingers gliding over your nipple as he spoke.

"That's just it! This human here is different from the others. For one, once she got over her initial shock and surprise, she even started reading the rituals herself and helping me out around the shop! In fact, that's what we're doing right now, enacting the Interfectorem Inimicus Ritual. She has a silly little rival she wants to get rid of."

Minho sighed, his eyes coming up to meet yours again. You looked away meekly, making a small smirk appear on his features.

Cute.

He rarely found mortals attractive...but this one right here might have to be an exception. Besides, if what Felix said was true, she was special. Maybe she wasn't even a mortal after all...

Minho needed to know if that was true. And there was only one way to find out.

He stalked over calmly, tapping Felix's shoulder.

"Give her to me."

"What?!" Felix's look of confusion mirrored yours.

"You heard me." His gaze drifted slowly to you, a finger sneaking out to trace your jawline. You unknowingly leaned into his touch, shivering at the feeling of his cold fingers.

"Hmm now, kitten...why exactly were you snooping about in the sacred texts?" His gaze was stern as he locked your eyes with his.

"I wasn't s-snooping-"

"Did Lixie here give you permission?"

"I, well...no..." You hated the way his intense stare was making you blurt out the truth, cheeks flushed. "I was just curious, that's all. So I read one of the b-books when he wasn't looking."

"Curious." Minho let go of your chin, chuckling. "Haven't you heard? Curiosity killed the cat." His eyes turned darker. "Although when it comes to this kitty, it might just be something else that leads to her demise..."

You swallowed, a fresh wave of arousal shooting through you as Minho smiled, saccharine sweet.

He glared at Felix, making him let go of you reluctantly.

"I'm going to fuck you now, kitten. Would you like that?"

You looked up at him. There was just something about him...his intensity, his demeanor...combined with his sharp beauty...he had you whiny and needy, keening in just seconds.

"Yes, Master, want you...want you so bad!" You mewled, just as Felix pulled out of you.

"Good girl."

In seconds, he gathered you in his arms, taking you over to the burgundy sofa in the corner of the room. "Now, let's do this ritual the right way, shall we? Felix, light some candles."

"Listen, brother, I really don't think this is a good idea and-"

"Do as I say."

Felix sighed, nodding as he went to gather some candles from the shelf. As he lit each one, his heart shuddered.

The two of them knew something you didn't.

Felix and Minho shared a demonic father, but had different mothers. Felix's mother happened to be human, while Minho's definitely wasn't. It was why Felix was able to have intercourse with humans without rendering them completely insane.

Minho, on the other hand...didn't possess even an ounce of humanity. He was draconian, otherworldly...

Felix glanced back, sadness taking over his features as he watched you, entranced as you stared at him.

He was worried you wouldn't last the night.

Minho leaned down, inhaling. He loved the way the human interacted to his touches, however featherlight they may be. He ran the tip of his fingers over your chin, down between your breasts. His fingers continued their descent until they reached your navel, his lust growing as he dipped his finger in, prompting a soft whimper from you. He fingered your navel gently for a few seconds, before he went even lower...finally reaching your clit.

If you were indeed human, you wouldn't be able to handle him or his cock. If you weren't, though?

The implications of it drove Minho giddy with excitement. He'd never had the pleasure of playing with someone as responsive and adorable as you were. Maybe you could even be his queen when he ascends his father's throne...

He shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts. First, he had to make sure of your origins. Then, he'd let himself daydream.

His fingers slowly pushed into your already dripping pussy, an appreciative groan leaving his lips as your soaking walls hugged his digits tightly.

Felix finished with the candles, his own erection growing impossibly harder as the lewd noises your pussy was making filled the room.

He turned, making his way to the sofa and glaring at his brother. He already harbored quite a bit of resentment for the older man, and this only served to deepen his hatred. Why did he have to steal away everything that was his?

Minho pulled his fingers out with a pop, sucking on his digits as he looked over at Felix. Your eyes opened halfway, registering Minho's naked form with some surprise. When did he remove his clothes? Then again, you knew the two men in the room didn't obey the same worldly rules you did.

Minho's eyes drifted down to Felix's erection, tutting under his breath.

"You know what...you can use her mouth, if you like."

Felix grumbled. It was better than nothing, but then again...He didn't want his brother to fuck you at all. Till now, you'd proven to be different from the usual human...most mortals couldn't even see their shop. However, he still felt that slight unease that came with not wanting to see you hurt. He'd only known you for a week but...deep inside, he didn't want to lose you.

Felix led his cock to your lips, eyes searching your lidded ones for discomfort. When he found none, he slid his length past your throat slowly, making you moan.

Minho's thick tip was rubbing at your folds. You could only feel the sensation of his head dragging up and down your slit...but it was more than enough for you to realize that he was bigger than everyone you'd ever had sex with.

When he finally pushed into you, you saw stars in your eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming...so sudden and potent that you screamed, Felix's eyes widening in concern as he pulled out.

"Are you okay?

"Y-yeah! For fuck's sake, it feels so gooooooood-" You choked out, clenching tightly around Minho's huge cock, his thrusts unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was almost satanic, the way he plunged into you repeatedly, stretching you out to your absolute limit.

Minho gritted his teeth as he gripped your waist tightly, his head thrown back in pleasure. "Fuck...ironic, but your pussy is heavenly, kitten..."

He moved you up and down his shaft, the feeling of your soft pussy opening up more and more with each stroke driving him crazed with lust. He'd never felt anything like this before.

"Felix, she's so fucking- shit....she's so fucking perfect-"

Felix frowned, sitting back as he watched. He couldn't help the envy from gripping his heart as he watched your pleasure-stricken face, your eyes rolling back in your head as Minho slid his girth deeper, hitting your sweet spot. He didn't want to stay any longer, but he couldn't help it. He really didn't want to leave you alone with his brother.

Minho drove into you faster as he felt his orgasm approaching, spurred on by the way you clenched tightly around him, clearly near your end as well.

"Kitten? 'M going to cum...going to fill your little pussy up..."

You whined, arching your back. "Can I cum, Master?"

He shook his head, growling as he rubbed your clit. "You'll cum when I tell you to."

Minho turned to the side as he kept abusing your pussy, his eyes landing on Felix...chuckling at his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Felix let out a moan as he continued jerking himself off, standing up. He didn't care anymore...you looked so perfect like this, completely naked and at their mercy, mouth wide open and ready for him to use.

He came closer and shoved his cock down your throat roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he started fucking into you, his high close. You choked, caught off guard, but quickly got over it. Determined to be a good girl for them, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on Felix's cock desperately, even as you tried to stave off your orgasm.

His length twitched in your mouth, and before you knew it, you felt warm cum spurting down your throat. Felix groaned, pulling out slowly.

"Felix, now. Get my blade and the book."

"Wait, what?"

"She's the one. I can tell. Quick. We need to get her blood at the exact time she hits her high, or I won't be able to complete my ritual."

"Wait- no! This is Y/n's ritual, the one for her rival. It's lower magic. The one you want to do...Come on, brother! You have to think before making a decision like this, you can't just make her your bride...we have to get Y/n's permission, too-"

Minho growled, his eyes flashing red as he glared at Felix. "I'm not performing a wedding ritual or anything, brother. I'm simply preserving her essence-"

Felix shook his head. His heart was thudding- he'd figured it out too, just like his brother had. You weren't mortal. You were special...and that meant Minho wanted to find out what exactly you were.

He felt sick as he thought of you getting married to his brother. No. You belonged here on Earth, with your family and your friends-

With him.

Before he could react, Minho's hand had materialized the exact knife he wanted.

Encrusted with rubies and made of demonic steel, the blade was far sharper than the one Felix had been teasing you with before.

Minho let go of your waist to grab your hand, bringing it up to his face. His hips continued their assault, making you whine and whimper.

Half the things they said were making no sense, and you were scared and yet...aroused, at the same time. You didn't know what was going on, but you wanted to listen to the man above you. You wanted to do everything he said, wanted to be his little pet...wanted to be his. Your brain felt like it was slowly getting rid of all rationality, the feeling of his cock making you whine louder.

"Kitten...I'm going to make a tiny little cut, right here on your finger. Is that okay?"

You nodded desperately, and Minho smiled at you in approval.

"Cum."

You finally let go, the pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave as you shook, convulsing with electricity as Minho drove the blade into the tip of your finger just enough to let out a few drops of blood.

Felix reluctantly conjured up an empty potion vial, capturing the drop with ease.

Minho lifted your finger to his mouth, sucking on the digit and running his tongue over the wound repeatedly. The metallic taste of your blood was the final push he needed to cum, thrusting deeper as he spilled himself into you.

When he let go of your finger, all the pain had disappeared. You noticed your finger was healed...the skin just as clean and soft as it was before.

You whined as he pulled out, conjuring another vial to gather some of your mixed fluids that was leaking out from between your thighs. He yawned as he handed it to Felix, who corked it with a frown on his face, setting it next to the vial with your blood in it. He knew what Minho wanted to do...he wanted to perform a ritual with the vials, wanted to make sure you were the one for him. It wasn't a wedding ritual by any means...but it was a pre-requisite, and the thought saddened Felix. Maybe his feelings for you were deeper than he'd thought.

Slowly, Minho gathered you into his arms, patting your hair gently and kissing your forehead.

"You were a good kitten, Y/n. How are you feeling?"

"I'm f-feeling okay..."

Minho made a face of delight at Felix. "She can still talk and formulate sentences!" He mouthed, prompting a half-hearted smile from his brother.

"D'you want to cuddle?"

You pouted. "Mmhmm! But..I want Lix to come cuddle too."

Felix looked up at that, his eyes widening.

You still wanted him?

Minho met his eyes, giving him a small smile. "Sure, baby. Lix can come cuddle as well."

You grinned, looking over at Felix and making grabby hands. Giggling, the boy quickly dropped onto the couch, wrapping his arms around your torso and humming in content.

"You know..I don't mind sharing her." Minho whispered, his fingers still stroking your hair. "Really?" Felix asked, looking down at you.

"If she wants to be shared, that is."

"I don't mind!" You chirped. "Life is boring here, anyway. Where did you guys say you lived again?"

The two men shared a look.

Minho sighed as he stroked your hair. "I can't wait to introduce you to our dad."

"Your dad?"

"Yep! Don't worry, he's nice. And I think he'd like you."

You frowned slowly as you remembered something Felix had told you. Snippets of their conversation flashed through your brain as your stomach filled with something akin to dread and anticipation.

"Who did you say your dad was, again?"

"Oh, what? Ah, that doesn't really matter. He's just the king of the Underworld."

[demonprincezeldris]

He held her close as the world burned around them, gasping for breath. He'd had to make a choice, and he chose his daughter. His little girl who was trembling fiercely and clinging to her. He'd tried to go back for Gelda but then the cieling collapsed, and he saw Gelda's anguished face crushed beneath the beams before she disappeared. He cradled Zillah's head to protect her as he stumbled back to avoid it, protect his little girl. She cried out, but he could hardly hear her, not with the blood rushing in his ears.

He screamed out her name, reaching out the arm not holding his daughter against him. He tried to go back for all of a second before he realized he couldn't. Even if she was still alive in there, this place was only getting more and more dangerous by the second. His first priority had to be getting Zillah to safety. He stumbled to his feet and ran out, tucking her head close to protect it from the fired attacks.

An attack, that's what this was. A cursed fire that would burn until there was nothing left, no matter what you did to put it out. Not even Gelda had been able to manipulate it, put it out. And even if she HAD been able to escape burns, the explosion, the ceiling collapsing on her-

He got Zillah out, all his muscles quivering and chest heaving, drawing in desperate lungs. Zillah coughed, the smoke having gotten to her, and he looked back frantically at their vacation home. It was just supposed to be a week off, that was it!

He put Zillah down, quickly tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked up at him, terrified. "Stay here, ok baby, stay right here! If- if someone tries to hurt you, scream as LOUD as you can and I'll come back, ok? I'm gonna go find your Mama."

She nodded and he whirled around, sprinting back into the flame, not carrying how it licked at his skin as he ran back towards where he had LEFT her, where he'd left his mate, calling out for her desperately. He heaved at the burning beams until he could see her.

She was still, eyes staring, unseeing, not breathing, her spine obviously broken, looking at her bent body. He whimpered and pulled her out, cradling her as he put a hand on her cheek. "Gelda! Gelda, come on, please!" But she did not react, not at all, and a scream pressed up through his throat. Then he heard Zillah scream, and his head shot up.

He shakily got to his feet and ran back out. There were PEOPLE grabbing his daughters arms, trying to hold her still as she flailed. He saw a blade flash as it was raised, preparing to strike his daughter, and he saw red.

Gelda was quickly placed down, almost DROPPED, which he hated himself for, but he bolted forward, throwing the one with the blade away from her and, in the next moment, detaching those holding his daughter. She immediately ran over to her mother's still form, cowering against her side as he DISPOSED of all but one of the assassins, who he knocked out for later interrogation.

He ran back over, falling to his knees. "Zillah." He said shakily. "I need you to turn around, close your eyes, and plug your ears, ok?"

"B-But-"

"Just do it."

She whimpered but obeyed and he put his hands against Gelda's back. He jerked her spine back, so even if it was still broken, at least it was aligned enough that maybe, just maybe, he could use his own darkness as a patch.

He worked at her, focusing as he tried to get her to BREATHE again, dammit! Chest compressions as his darkness held her spine together, pressing his lips to hers and trying to force air into her lungs, but it wasn't WORKING!

Fuck, where was his sister in law when he needed her???

"Zillah. Onto my back."

She didn't protest this time, just climbing up onto his back and latching on, letting his darkness make a harness around her as he picked up her mother's form and flung himself to the nearest portal to the Demon Realm. He was well aware the magical output, the shrieking whistle from the speed of his flight would have his whole kingdom on edge, but he didn't give a Damm right now!

He made it back to the castle and started barking at servants. "Have a healing pool prepped, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" He could feel Zillah tremoring against his back, and would comfort her as soon as he could. He placed Gelda in the pool as soon as it was ready, watching it slipped closed and hoping against hope that this would work!

He waited. And he waited. And he waited for days more. Zillah didn't leave his side, curled up in his lap. They just stared at the pod, where Gelda floated.

"...Your majesty?" He heard one of the pool attendants start quietly. "I'm sorry... She's gone, there's nothing to be done."

"...I know." He whispered. And he did. Elizabeth and Meliodas had come, and the goddess had tried her best. Indeed, Gelda's body was flawless, there was not a single scratch left on her.

But only the gods could bring someone back from the dead effectively.

And the gods were dead. They'd killed them. A fact he didn't regret, because even if they WERS still alive, they wouldn't help.

Still, he didn't move for several more hours. Then he finally looked down into his lap. Zillah, all her little injuries had been healed by Elizabeth. She was asleep, curled up against him, breathing deep and even and she was ALIVE.

She was alive.

He'd make sure she stayed that way, too. He couldn't handle another loss.

"...I promise you, Gelda," He whispered, brushing his daughters hair gently. "I'll keep her safe. I won't let her meet a fate like yours. Our daughter will never ever be hurt by anything, not again."

And he let himself cry, tears slipping down his cheeks as silent sobs made his shoulders jerk, oh so gently petting her all the while as she slept on. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you too."

Damn this was so angsty! I loved it!

[phalene33]

Choptop x Kat (OC) Part 2

Nubbins is alive in well in this story btw.

Warning: Mention of sexual things

Choptop and I had a wonderful time together, and because he agreed to give me the album after I came to one of his band practices, I decided to drive him home. I was immediately greeted by Drayton who mentioned that I said I would have dinner with them. I got out of the car and walked inside with the two brothers. What I noticed first was a rather large man who nervously sat at the dinner table. His mask looked different but I shrugged it off knowing my own since of style isn't the norm either.

We had a nice dinner together, and I could tell that Choptop's twin brother was just as energetic as he was. At one point he got up and chased me around the house. What was the reason? Don't know but Drayton took care of him. After dinner I was about to leave, but I was pulled into a living room. Decorated with suspicious looking bones. Choptop told me they were from a Halloween store. I don't know how much I actually believe it, but it's the only normal reasoning they would have them.

Choptops younger brother, who I found out was named Bubba, put in a movie for us to watch. The movie was called "Tangled". "Ugh not this one again, come on Bubba does she look like the kind of girl who would want to watch this crap." Drayton grumbles off and looks over at me. "Oh my little sister Link loves this movie. I don't mind watching it with you guys." I give Bubba a reassuring smile. Drayton just groaned again and kept quiet. As the movie played Choptop would mention something about each scene. He especially liked the music bits and we both sang along together at those parts.

"R-Rapunzel should have k-killed that bitch sooner." I chuckle to myself. "Maybe you should make a parody movie so she can kill mother Gothel sooner." He looks at me and smiles. "I w-would be a very p-pretty princess." "I'd bang you whether or not you were a prince or a princess." I focus my attention back to the movie. "H-he so wants t-to fuck R-Rapunzel." I roll my eyes at his comment. "Bobby this is a children's movie." "S-so what?" I heard an auditable sigh come from Drayton. "Would ya shut up and watch the damn movie?! And stop saying such dirty things around our guest." "Oh sh-she don't care! R-Right Kat?" I just shrug and ignore them both.

For the most part Nubbins was quiet. I think it was mostly because he didn't care for the movie. But some scenes he was quiet interested in what was going on. "Th-The f-fuck boy is g-going to die! Yes! Yes! W-wait?! No! D-Don't save him!" Bubba was quiet emotionally invested in this movie which I found was cute. He would gasp whenever something intense happened and would squeal in happiness when a romantic scene was on. Speaking of romantic scenes. Chop put his arms around me when the first one came on. But after that things got too intense between us whenever Flynn and Rapunzel were doing their thing. Chop would not stop trying to kiss me. I knew this man for about 2 days and I've never met anyone who was this quick to get into a relationship. As the good girl I was I'd push him away everytime he would pull me in for a kiss. Eventually I settled on letting him kiss my cheek because I'm a people pleasure and I could tell Bubba would get happy when Chop kissed me.

After the movie I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Eh I'll see you guys later I better head home." I stand up about to leave but arms behind me grabbed my waist and pulled me into them. "H-Have dinner w-with us again th-this Friday. L-lets hang out t-tomorrow a-also." I nod and gave Chop my phone number and agreed to have dinner with them again.

The rest of the week Choptop would not stop calling me. Even late at night when I was trying to go to sleep. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to hear what he's talking about because he would have his radio blasting in the background. So I figured he just wanted to hang out with me. I call him up on Thursday and ask him to come over to my place to hung out. He sounded really excited. Not even 30 minutes later I could see his truck driving quickly down my driveway. No wonder the damn engine overheated.

I sigh getting up and open the door. Choptop was already at the door. "Hey Choptop, come in, we can listen to music together and talk." "O-Okay!" Choptop runs to my couch and turns on the radio that was on the nearby table. "D-Do women e-ever look at their b-boobs in the m-mirror?" I set next to him. "I don't personally nor have I seen anyone else do that." Choptop think about this for a minute then continues. "H-How many sex t-toys do you h-have?" I look at him for a second. "What? Uhh that's none of your business you.. Umm... British teeth looking ass." Choptop gives me a confused look and scratches his plate. "Wh-What do you do for fun?" "I like doing art related things such as drawing and painting. I make pin designs and I do some sculpting with air dry clay. I'll take up any artistic hobby as long as I find an interest in it." Choptop gets really excited once he heard this. "C-Could you make m-me a Iron B-Butterfly pin?!" I smile to myself. "Of course, would you like me to make you another pin?" "Y-Yes please, make one for me b-but don't tell me what it i-is, I wanna find out when I-I get it." I nod and pat him. "Alright well I'll do that for you." Choptop hugs me tightly. "Th-Thank you, a-and I'll make something for you too."

A day later Choptop showed up at my house again. He seemed to be hiding something behind his back. "Hey I finished your pins." I hand him the Iron Butterfly pin and another pin that looked tie dyed. "I-I drew you something, i-its not p-perfect but I-I worked hard on i-it."

I look at the picture and smile. "Aww I love it it's so cute, I'll hang this up on my wall in my bedroom." I hug Choptop tightly as he hugs back. "Th-Thanks, a-and don't forget y-your having d-dinner with me a-and my family tonight." I nod in understanding and take Choptop to my couch where we talk about whatever pops up in his head.

Part 2 is finally done. I'll do a part 3 if I decide I want to continue this or if someone asks for one.

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BlitzStrike Smut Oneshot ;-;

AHAHHAHA OMG so I saw this amazing drawing of Striker in a swag leather outfit and I am totally about to write a seggs scene of Blitz and Striker off of it ;-; I would share the image but out of respect I know some people dont appreciate their art being sexualized, althooouuugghh I did a quick google search of the outfit items so yall can get a better understanding of what Striker's outfit looks like~~

Aaaaaand so basically I think this made a wonderful smut starter for the two XD enjoy lol enjoy bottom Striker cause we don't have enough of him

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Blitz lazily stumbled through his apartment door, throwing his keys and phone on the counter. He headed straight for the fridge, grabbing himself something cold to drink. A long day of work, and nearly a week since he'd last seen his mate, Striker. As tired as he was, he recieved a text from the imp earlier, making him eager and excited.

Be quick to get home, sugar. I'll be waiting~

Since Striker was out on a hitman job it'd been awhile since the two were able to do anything... physical together. (And yes, almost a week without non-phone sex was a long time for them.)

Blitz took a few chugs of his soda before trashing the can, and took off his shoes and jacket as he headed for the bedroom.

"Striker, I'm home!"

"I'm in the bathroom."

Blitz followed the sound of his mates voice through the bedroom and towards their conjoining bathroom. Before he reached for the door knob the door itself opened and Blitz's jaw dropped.

Striker had tight, short black leather shorts on with a fitted black leather jacket. His rock hard abs were exposed to the open air with nothing underneath the jacket, and he had a black o-right choker around his neck.

"I don't get how you wear these all the time," Striker adjusted the choker that was securely tightened around his neck. "I feel like I'm gonna unintentionally choke myself to death--"

Striker's eyes momentarily widened as Blitz aggressively yet subtly pulled Striker close to his face by the ring on the choker. He quickly shifted his expression to a more seductive gaze as Blitz looked him up and down, soaking in the sight of Striker in front of him.

"My hell, babe, you look sexy as fuck," Blitz's breath was hot against Striker's neck. He breathed in a sharp breath as a red finger dragged itself down the side of his face.

"Oh, yeah? Does my new outfit turn you on, sugar?"

"Oh fuck yeah. I might as well fuck you right through those tight shorts of yours."

"Talk about tight~" The two went in for a deep, hard kiss. Their tongues went right for each others mouths as they wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their warm bodies together. Blitz brought a hand down and tightly squeezed Striker's ass, earning a moan against his mouth in response. Never letting go of his grip on the choker, Blitz moved his free hand slowly to the growing buldge at the front of Striker's shorts. He ever so lightly rubbed his crotch. Striker moaned louder and made an attempt to grind up against Blitz's hand, but whined as Blitz pulled away.

"Ah, ah, ah, Stinker. Be patient with me babe."

Striker growled and met his lips with Blitz's again. Blitz led them to their bed, never breaking contact, and sat down as Striker eagerly staddled him.

"No--" Blitz pushed him off and forced him down on his knees. "You're gonna suck my dick like it's the last cock in hell."

Striker's eyes widended. "But Blitz I--" the Envy imp was cut off as Blitz pulled Striker by the choker to his face, yanking harder this time.

"Gag reflex? I know," Blitz gave Striker an evil grin. "Now won't you be a good boy and suck off daddy for me?" Striker tensed under Blitz's grip and narrowed his gaze, but nodded. He watched as Blitz stripped off his shirt and pants with his underwear, his large, patchwork cock springing out. Blitz took Striker by the horns as the paler imp slowly took the full lenghth in his mouth inch by inch. He started bobbing his head, trying to relax his throat as much as possible. Blitz started to thrust, gagging sounds gurgling up in Striker's throat. With that he face-fucked him harder, tightening his grip on Striker's horns as he came closer to cumming.

Striker's throat burned and he desperaely wheezed for air. Giving in he did the signified two taps on Blitz's leg, tapping out of the blow job. Blitz immidiately stopped and gazed down at Striker as he gasped for air and coughed.

"You ok?"

After catching his breath Striker rubbed his throat as he looked up at his mate. "Yeah, yeah. Bit too much for me. You're the blowjob master here," Striker weakly grinned up at Blitz.

"Hah! Well, you got good hands. Why don't you use them, cowboy?" Blitz leaned backed and supported his weight with his arms.

Striker chuckled and shook his head. "As you wish, b--, daddy."

The gruff, aroused voice of Striker's made Blitz squirm as the cowboy wrapped a hand around Blitz's cock and started stroking.

"Mm, yeah buckeroo, you know how it's done," Blitz breathily praised Striker as he started to buck his hips up against Striker's grasp. Eventually Blitz finally had his sweet release, slightly tilting his head back and letting out a deep throat moan. Striker's hand was coated in white as Blitz bucked through his orgasm. Once he finished he bent down and took Striker by the choker again.

"Guess we don't need the lube now we've got my sweet juices to pound your ass."

Striker grinned as he stood up and was finally able to straddle Blitz.

"Ya want me ta bounce on yer dick like I'm ridin' the most furious rodeo-bull in town, bossman?" Striker leaned down and gave Blitz a deep, heated kiss as Blitz ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe. I fucking missed you."

"So did I, darlin'," Striker muttered as he started passionately kissing Blitz again. Blitz slid his hands up Striker's firm torso and slipped his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor.

Striker whined as he started grinding up against Blitz's hips, the tightness and friction making him harder by the second.

"Mm-- Fuck, Blitz I-- I need it--"

"You need what, babe? Tell me what it is and maybe I'll give it to you," Blitz whispered against Striker's neck before licking from the collar bone up his neck.

"Just fuck me! I need it! I need your cock in my ass so bad right now!"

"If you so desperately need it, Stinker,"

Striker sighed in relief as Blitz undid his belt and unzipped the tight shorts.

"What? You went commando?? That's my thing!"

Striker chuckled as Blitz tore his shorts the rest of the way off. Striker sat up taller on his knees, keeping a steady grip on Blitz's shoulders as Blitz spat on an scissored two fingers inside his hole.

"Nngh, ah," Striker painfully moaned as Blitz finger-fucked him. Blitz soon added a third, going deeper but not hitting his sweet spot just yet. Once he felt he was loose enough, Blitz took out his fingers and Striker's hips were guided down on the crimson imp's dick.

The feeling of being filled made Striker hitch his breath in pleasure. He started to rock himself on Blitz's dick, grunting and moaning at the feeling.

Blitz met Striker's thrusts with his own, quickly forming a brutal pace as he tried to aim for Striker's sweet spot.

"Ah! Hah, hah, harder! Harder Blitz pound my ass harder!"

Blitz obliged and placed both of his hands tightly on Striker's hips.

"Right there! Right there, darlin, fuck!"

Keeping the angle Blitz continued to hit Striker's sweet spot dead on. Striker's grip on Blitz tightened. He was close. He found himself grinding his hard-on agaisnt Blitz's stomach. He felt a lenghtly tail wrap around his cock, moaning louder--and more high pitched--as Blitz stroked him with his tail. Blitz had never heard him moan like this before and fuck was it hot.

"C-close! I-I'm so close Blitz! Fu-ck!"

"Striker! I love you! H-holy shit!"

Both imp's visons whited out as they came together. Their hips and lips sloppily met as they rode out their orgasms, the room filled with the sound of their pleasure-filled screams and the squeeking of the bed beneath them.

Panting, Blitz fell on his back as Striker collapsed next to him. Their tails subconsciously intertwined as their heavy breathing slowed. For awhile they sat in silence, the afterglow of their highs washing over them in a sweet bliss. At one point Striker managed to take off the choker, it was way too tight for his taste.

"I love you too," Striker broke the silence as he lovingly gazed at Blitz. Blitz smiled and scooched himself closer to Striker, cuddling up with his mate.

Striker cuddled himself in as well, their bodies respectively intertwining as they ignored the sweaty, sticky mess of their bodies.

"Dear Satan, I've never heard you get vocal like that before."

Striker blushed as he kissed Blitz's forhead. "Well I ain't ever bern fucked like that before,"

Blitz smiled and kissed Striker's chest in return. They sat silently for another few minutes.

"No more week long jobs. It's too long."

"Agreed."

With no other commentary Blitz purred as Striker gently rubbed circles below his spines. Soon enough they passed out, sleeping deeply in their lover's embrace.

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This took my way longer to write than it needed to be it's almost midnight and i have school tomorrow wtf

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (5/5)

A/N: The last chapter to this fic. It's a long one and I gotta say that I've had a lot of fun with this one. After I post this chapter, I'll be sure to post the masterpost for this fic. And of course it'll be available on ao3 soon enough.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Chapter 5: Adore You

If you had to draw a map to find the way home once you were captivated by the gaze of those trustworthy, soft eyes of his, you would surely run out of ink; pools of blue, unwavering in their affection, drew you in, and you were willing to drown in them. There were facets about them that fascinated you as much as the scales of a butterfly did; they did not shimmer, but they gleamed and sparkled; it's what made you pause and search for a wisp of an acquaintance that very first time you saw him; finding a familiarity that threatened to sweep you away. Why you even found fire in those eyes; it was there in his moments of determination and passion. Oh, how their color shifted with his moods was a type of magic you wanted to spend the rest of your life being mesmerized by. To be sure he wasn't mistaken, he dare not blink; exhibiting the full spectrum of what Billie Eilish described as ocean eyes; he had to be sure. "Y-you do?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I do."

It wouldn't occur to you till later, that he had given you a choice. For instead of the typical proposal question, where it was more asserted, Rick asked in a manner in which there was equal footing; it spoke volumes of the respect he had for you. With shaky hands, he slipped a ring whose stone was as clear and blue as his eyes and cut perfectly like a rose, the band covered in gold vines and silver leaves which weaved together; he made it himself, and if you thought back far enough, you could remember when he was ambiguous about his plans to create a new type of stone. Honestly, you didn't realize it would be for this.

"Gosh," he sniffled. "I-I promised myself that I w-wouldn't cry."

But cry he would; fat, sloppy tears that blinded one's vision. He wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, and fought to regain composure, but lost to the new wave which followed. You gently pried his hands away from his face, softening at his tear-stained cheeks. "It's okay, you can cry if you want to. I already know how tender you are."

Goodness, how long had he wanted to do this? For while it had almost been two years in which he had last attempted to, it might've been on his mind for much longer than that; eating away at his clarity; at the self-confidence that was torn down and repaired daily. You were grateful and proud that this man wanted you; that he finally gathered the courage to ask and do as he intended and wanted. You….you had wanted this to happen, but did he know that? Your ocean of inquisitions thought otherwise.

However, it was time to quiet and quell his despondent thoughts. Your fingers dug into the collar of his sweater; the tang of nervous sweat and something so him which wafted off him made you yearn to bring him closer. The puffiness about his eyes didn't discourage you from pressing a kiss at the corner of them and from his throat came a choked sob and you were surrounded by the sounds of his disbelief; this cacophony was breaking your heart. There had to be something you could do to ease him. "Ricardo," you started, "considering the suddenness of the occasion, should we, in like fashion…my dear honey man, would you like to get married today?"

This new tidbit caught him off guard; so much so that he stopped crying; good. Now, he was the one who was unsure of whether this was real life or a simulation. He ran his fingers through his hair, double-checked his equipment, sprayed himself with water, and completed equations that had taken this earth dimension's leading mathematicians decades to understand. What you thought was odd was when he caught a pigeon, scanned its anatomy, and found it was sound; you were going to have to ask him about it later. "Rick, did you hear me?"

"Y-yes," he focused, "but what d-do you mean today? How?"

You figured he would have easily come to a conclusion, but then again, what do spacemen have to do with the price of bread?

"I mean that we don't have to wait if you don't want to." You slid your palm over his tattoo, memorizing with your fingertips where his skin was slightly raised. "We can just go down to the justice of the peace if you'd like."

"And y-you would be my wife today?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I think that's how it works."

"But what about a-a…"

"A wedding ceremony?" you interrupted. "Well, we can have one later. We can plan it however you want, and invite all our friends. There can be so much celebration that we'll be knocked out for a week. Until then, I just want to make you happy, and I believe the sooner the better. Okay? So, if we're going to do this, just tell me now and I'll go get the proper paperwork."

It never ceased to amaze you how easily he flitted through emotions as though it were the weather, and with vigor, he lifted you up and vibrated with joy. "Boy, golly gee…this really - this really razzes my b-berries! This is…wow, I-I can't believe it."

You couldn't believe his word choice either. "Oh, you better believe it, because now you're stuck with me and I have you all to myself. However, you're going to have to put me down now because the office closes at five. There are a few things I need to do before then."

Letting you down, he happily waved goodbye despite the fact that it wouldn't take long to get what you needed for this impromptu occasion. Though, when you entered your house, you took a moment to think about your father. There were things you still didn't understand, like why he never told you about his friendship with Rick, or why you two never really discussed what he'd do if you got married; if he had been here, maybe you two would have talked about which flowers would look best as centerpieces; like whether roses or mums were cheerful enough or if this really was a good idea; if such an age gap was surmountable. Yet, in a way you felt as though you were honoring him; for your father and your mother had been unconventional and had gotten married without all the showy displays then road tripped a bit before settling here; you were simply following tradition.

Maybe, you didn't have to know about the why's and what-ifs, but focusing on what you could do seemed a whole lot easier to do. You kicked off your sneakers and dashed upstairs. You knew where your important documents were, but you thought that choosing a cute outfit would take a little longer. You wanted a certain vibe, one that would make things easier on him and then it came to you; why not revisit an old favorite; one that reminded you of his eyes; always, forever blue.

When you returned, you found him pacing around. He was deep in thought, and it took a moment for him to notice that you had returned. Almost comically, his eyes widened as he took in your appearance, and he started to cry again. "That's th-the dress. From that one time."

"It sure is."

With a twirl, you flaunted the blue chiffon dress, and felt like a dream; his visible adoration was not lost on you. It was a relief that this time you hadn't taken an hour to fuss or worry that you weren't dressed for the part, and you weren't wearing shoes which would kill your feet, but instead rocked some converse. "These shoes are made for walking and that's just what I'll do."

Unlike you, Zeta-7 wanted to fuss and choose something dressier, but you somehow managed to convince him that his blue button-up would be fine, and no tie was necessary; hidden ray guns were allowed just in case this happened to be the day that the Gromflomites attacked; not even Earth-based military scanners would be able to detect them. Though, you did allow him to fix up his hair, because one, you thought he was quite handsome with it combed back, and two, it's what he felt he needed to do to look the part. "How do I-I look?"

"Like the man I'm going to marry. Are you ready handsome?"

With a nod, he grabbed the folder with all the documents he needed. "Y-you bet."

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At the courthouse, the entire security staff grouped together and teased you about your keys; you should've known that you'd face trouble once you went through the metal detector; you had a lot of keychains; they were from the days when you and your father would go shopping together. Like Rick, he liked yard sales and thrift stores; sometimes he'd get grab bags and there would be vintage keychains, and he'd give them to you knowing you'd like them. You were told by one of the older guards that it wasn't natural for a grown woman to have a set of keys that weighed five pounds. Zeta-7 began to worry, but you told him you could handle it, and you figured the guards were bored and had nothing else to do. What you didn't tell them was that the main reason your keys were heavy was that you were carrying two sets; yours and your father's old keys; Rick knew, but he respected your wishes to leave it be.

Despite this, you two made your way to the right office; it only took fifteen minutes of going to lobby after lobby, free coffee, and endless rugs in all this indoor nothingness. And nobody knew better than Rick when it came to how much you hated paperwork, but nonetheless, you went through the painstaking process of signing this and that, wondering why they didn't make it easier for people by asking yes or no questions; this better not become someone's confetti. Rick breezed through it all, and you were slightly jealous that he knew what he was doing, but it was due to the fact that citadel paperwork was a lot more frustrating and difficult; he had to go through stacks of it weekly; poor man. While he sat quietly, you were in-between forms that had to be signed in triplicate and heard the gossip coming from the people who were working in the back of the office. What they didn't know was that their ignorance made you more determined; you'd fought your own expectations, that of others, as well as what seemed right to do long enough and no one, not even death itself was going to stop you from doing this; it was the best thing you could ever do for yourself and for him as well. You breathed a sigh of relief when you and Rick finally signed the marriage certificate; finally, it was done, and he watched rapturously as you set down the pen so that he could kiss you without refrain.

If you hadn't known better, you'd say the world shied away; dissolving into a plane of nothingness as he enveloped you with a strength that was deceptive for a man of his years; he had become a little more confident; it might've taken a few years, but all you knew was that it suited him. Being nurtured and cared for, as well as loved in the right sort of environment did wonders on Zeta-7; so much so, that he could hold the world in the palm of his hand and still manage not to damage it. It wasn't shocking that some found this outward display sweet, and you almost had hope for humankind, but then there was a laugh or two from the back; you made a mental note to consider moving off Earth. No one was going to ruin this moment for him, and relishing the moment, you chased his mouth for a second kiss; you know, to prove your point.

And if you hadn't already been proud of him, what made you even prouder was what he said on the way out. "Please stop laughing at m-my wife. Th-that's very rude."

His wife? Yes, you were his wife now. It's strange how you could wake up and wonder what you should have for breakfast and be here where you were now; in a whole new chapter of your life; wondering what will come next. Confusing yes, but not something to be afraid of; you welcomed this happy transition.

Back at the car, you were still recovering from his earlier outburst; the like which was almost out of character. "Did you see the look on her face? I thought it was going to fall off with how far her jaw dropped. Wasn't it a sight?"

Though, he was busy staring at the ring on his own hand which you had picked out when you two made a stop at a consignment shop earlier. It wasn't that complex like yours, but he loved it. "All I could see was - was you."

"You flirt."

You gave his shoulder a playful shove, and in turn, he laughed a full-on belly laugh; this happy noise was music to your ears. "Gosh, I-I mean it. Y-you, look so pretty today." A bit shyly, he commented. "Blue looks very good on you."

"Thank you. So, how should we celebrate? A trip to the moon perhaps? Going across the universe? Maybe a kaiju fight with Matango? Or watching Spiderman 2? Honestly, I'm game for anything."

You had decent shoes on and didn't care what he wanted to do because you were happy if he was happy. And as though it were just another afternoon, he glowed with happiness when he asked. "Mrs. Sanchez, do you - do you want to go get some ice cream?"

Some things will never change and you didn't mind that. "I'd love to. As the author, L.M. Montgomery once said, 'I guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination.' And, you know, it's so true. I intend to go all out with the toppings today. It's certainly that kind of occasion."

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He couldn't seem to want to let go of your hand; as though the world would fall away if he didn't and that this would turn out to be a cruel dream. Still, you humored and spoiled him. As intended, you got all the toppings; Rick thought it was a kids dream come true with the amount of candy you had in your waffle bowl. And since you had enough to share, you took the liberty to feed him. He chatted on; offering charming stories from his band days; unlike other Ricks who were in a rock band called Flesh Curtains, his band had been a jazz and bossa nova trio; the band name had been comprised of a numerical equation; if you had named them you would've called them the Zeta Bytes.

Now, Rick wasn't a messy eater, but during one of his more excitable stories, he spilled a bit on the corner of his mouth. Ready with a napkin, you wiped it away, and couldn't help but laugh at how boyish it was. Giving your hand a squeeze, he absentmindedly brushed his thumb on the back of your hand; adoration coloring his voice. “You're t-t-too good to me.”

"There's no such thing. If anything, I gotta spoil you rotten."

You found no hindrance in his mood and this time he didn't think twice about kissing you then and there as he liked while you were still holding the napkin; fear and shame of public displays of affection being one less thing to worry about now. Who cared if your ice cream was melting, because your heart was melting; his mouth tasted of chocolate and promises. A soft chuckle escaped him as he pulled away; his promise whispered against your lips. "I-I promise I'll be good t-t-to you."

Being loved suited him; it really, really did wonders on his countenance and it made you wonder what else he could now do.

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By now you were a little tired, but Ricks contagious energy invigorated your spirits; you bet he could've come up with an invention and completed it today if he stayed this hyped up. Instead, he used that energy to make fresh rolls to go with the leftover acorn squash soup; you hadn't been that hungry, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. And when dinner had been eaten, you helped him with the dishes; nothing you hadn't done before, but his spirit was lighter and more at ease; he even bumped your hip with his as a gesture of playfulness. After cleaning up the kitchen, he decided that he'd like to take a shower and refresh himself and in the meantime, you stepped out into the backyard to enjoy the beauty of the night. In this part of town, despite the light pollution, you could see a fair amount of stars.

You had never studied astronomy, but Rick had shown you in diagrams and in textbooks of their names and explained how they were formed; to him, their complexity was like poetry, and it made them beautiful. You couldn't recite it by memory, but you had a feeling that beyond your current comprehension perhaps there was life amongst those heavenly bodies, despite the heat or deadly gases; if you had learned anything about space, it was that worlds were more along the lines of art and beauty than fields of science which were easily explained. Yet, in the air, where there was a sweet perfume, thick, but intoxicating, only where you were currently mattered; you saw that in the leftmost part of the yard there was jasmine which was currently in bloom; its blanket of flowers reminding you of snow. Hadn't you read of this somewhere before? Maybe.

In the grass near your feet, grasshoppers leaped away, and crickets chirped their songs. And you relished the strong breezes and the song of the night which may consume a melancholic heart if it were searching for tragedies instead of sweet dreams. And it had only been a few hours ago when you had thought that all of which transpired might've been a dream. Though, whatever truths that had come to light in the hours after the simulation, you were glad of them.

In the dark, sights and sounds were heightened and mesmerizing, albeit curious in its own right; if it hadn't been for the sound barrier Rick had on his property, you would've heard the obnoxious sound of the next-door neighbor's TV as they watched infomercials. Still, it was a beautiful night. Sitting on the bench which overlooked the whole yard, you thought of what wonderful things you'd like to share with Rick, and then he found you. For his part, he had changed into something more relaxed; into a light blue button-down that was similar to the one he was wearing earlier, but this one was softer, and it was paired with navy pants; it reminded you of blue pants Rick with his attire, but it was cute and suited him. With him, he had brought over a tray of goodies and you two ate cookies and cakes and drank earl grey under the moonlit night.

The pause in conversation gave allowances for observations. For example, you took a good long look at him as he sipped his tea; admiring how casual he appeared tonight. Without his labcoat or sweater, his identity seemed separate from that of his dimension jumping, scientist self; making way for the person deep inside; the friendly neighbor who won your heart without even trying. He noticed eventually that you had been staring at him, and he broke the silence with his inquiry. "What are y-you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you cutie. You um….you look really good in those blue pants of yours. Thinking of taking up modeling anytime soon?"

"N-no," he answered with an air of obliviousness that you found endearing. "not unless my next work assignment requires it. Gee, why do you ask?"

"Hmm, it's because you wear your clothes well. I always thought you did, but I don't believe I ever mentioned it."

He ruminated on what you said for a few minutes, before setting down his cup. "Did you - did you always find me attractive?"

"No," you confessed. "but you're the only person I've ever really been attracted to. I…..I always liked the fact that our relationship was built on something more substantial. You see, the more I got to know you, the more irresistible I found you. Though," you winked. "those teeth of yours were always too cute to resist."

This truth of yours made him comfortable enough to relinquish one of his own. "C-can I tell you a secret?"

"It's not much of a secret if you tell me dear, but you can tell me anyway."

Wringing his hands together, he confessed solemnly. "That day y-you tripped on the sidewalk nearby my house, I-I almost decided not to cross the road."

Not cross the road? Hmm, it had been an option. In your mind's eye, you could imagine it; the tall, lanky figure of a man debating against his better judgment on what he ought to do; so close but so far; knowing that he was altering the course of his future and putting yours at risk. Poor man, having to wallow over a moral dilemma like that. "Why is that?"

"Gosh, y-you….I didn't want to take advantage of the situation."

It could've been taken that way, but you never thought so. "So what changed your mind?"

"I thought you were going to cry, and I-I didn't… I didn't want you to suffer anymore. I thought t-to myself, that if I got t-t-to know you, then you wouldn't have to be lonely anymore."

When he said this, you nearly couldn't look at him; not because he knew more than he let on, but because who knows what paths you two would've taken if he hadn't shown up that day. Tears bit at the back of your eyes, and your nails bit into your palms. "Dear, love isn't always a cure for heartache," He tensed up at this, but you knew you had to tell him. You weren't upset because you had guessed as much, but being assured of it cemented the fact. "but I'm sure that without you, without your friendship, I might not be here right now. I think I was depressed, and from time to time I still feel that way. I…I have thought of ways to make my troubles end, ways you might not have been proud of, but you've shown me a better way to live. I think…no, I know that by expanding my horizons, I understand now that there's so much to look forward to, and not to take life for granted. Why," you paused, fighting the tears which threatened to fall. "you reminded me that I gotta make the most of this crazy, unpredictable life, and I'm happy that I'll get to do that with you."

He understood and accepted this answer and gave you a look of adoration and pride; the like that you hoped you'd always remember. And when you two were done with tea, you both took a walk about the garden. The sweet perfume of jasmine intermingled with that of the scent of his soap, and combined with the candor of his speech made this place feel like a well of comfort. He followed behind you as you two spoke, and you were conscious of the fact that with his freshly washed hair brushed back, it made him more appealing. His hands were in want of yours as he matched your pace, and you felt slightly mischievous as you'd skip or teased him to catch you; it wasn't long until he gathered you in his arms and laughed, and you asked without much seriousness for him to let you go, but while he loosened his grip, he didn't let go entirely. "Gosh, y-you make me feel so young. It - it feels so good to have you in my arms."

"Oh, really?" you giggled. "That's great to hear."

Pressing a kiss to your temple, he sighed. "It's unfortunate that I'm so old."

"That's okay. I like you as you are. It goes well with your personality."

"Thank you mi corazón. It feels good to hear that. However, can I-I ask you something?"

"Mhm."

"¿Si hubiera s-sido más joven, habría marcado la diferencia?"

"If you had been younger? I don't know. Possibly," you admitted. "I might've been less reluctant about my feelings at the beginning, but I truly don't know. I'd like to think that I'd still would've fallen for you anyway. You're a wonderful man Ricardo, you don't have to doubt that, anyone can see that. It doesn't matter how old you are, but it's who you are."

"Y-you're right." With reluctance, he allowed his arms to drop to his sides, and he wondered. "It um - it's getting late. Should I-I walk you home?"

Was he forgetting that he didn't have to? Maybe not. Perhaps he needed a sign; one that said that any suggestion of further intimacy was alright. "I thought I was home." you answered, "Don't you want me to stay?"

Scratching the back of his neck, he nodded. "Yes, I-I-I-I do."

"Then it's settled. We'll have a big sleepover," you brightened. "and it'll never have to end. I'll borrow a pair of your pj's and hog all the blankets because I'll get cold."

"And in - in the morning," he added warmly, "w-we can have pancakes."

"Yeah, and watch enough interdimensional cable to make us go blind."

"But I-I might have to work tomorrow."

"Oh. Well, then I guess I'll just have to eat all your snacks until you come back. We might have to take a trip to Costco at some point because they sell these mushroom crisps that are to die for."

Standing under the persimmon tree, he stepped forward and gave your shoulder a squeeze. "Y-you can have whatever you want," With a strong arm slipping around your waist, you felt almost shy at the way he smiled protectingly down at you. His warm breath ghosted about your ear, and his voice was above a whisper as he confessed. “because I-I-I finally got you princess and I'm not - I'm not going t-to let you go.”

At the sound of this pet name, you felt a slight warmth rush to your cheeks, but you didn't laugh it off as you had once but agreed with warmth. “You may do as you please, Mr. Sanchez.”

And so he did. Without hesitation, he lifted your chin and brushed your lips with his thumb. His eyes sparkling with humor, promise, and a confidence that was somehow so very appropriate on his face. "I love you. I-I-I always have. From the time I first held your hand, I knew it had to be you. I would've been a fool if I - if I hadn't tried. Even now, it's hard to believe, but it's starting to sink in."

"Me too. It's unbelievable, but it's true and we have the paperwork to prove it."

Leaning down, he pressed a sweet kiss onto your lips. It was so gentle, it was as though you might break if he tried otherwise. Kissing you again, he sighed against your lips. "It's beautiful out t-tonight."

"It is."

Pressing a hand to his cheek, you softened. "But I think I'm ready to call it a night. Why don't we go in?"

Weaving his fingers with yours, he softened. "Okay."

You used to think to yourself and wonder if his house would ever be ready to receive you, but what you now realized was that it had always been ready, and only you had been waiting for it all to catch up; for him to know what he wanted and to be courageous and say; for you to know what you needed, and to accept that being yourself didn't make you any less attractive or unique and that you weren't alone; you had never been alone, for he had always been waiting. His home, why it was always home, but it was always home because he was what grounded you and you were what grounded him. And you felt so married to him then, and everything felt as it should. Nothing had really changed, except for a title, and a promise; for you two were friends as you had always been; him the happy go lucky old man, and you the silly neighbor who met him by accident, but you couldn't deny that you loved him with your entire being and so did he. As promised, he intended to do everything in his power to protect you, even as you two were getting ready for bed. His body seemed to curl around you as to shield you from whatever monsters could be hiding in the dark.

So, when it happened that you rested your head upon his chest and felt the temptation of sleep washing over you, you pressed a light kiss to his cheek and confessed softly. "I can't wait to wake up next to you."

Fin

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I was tagged by @carewyncromwell ! Thanks so much for tagging me!! ╰(*'︶'*)╯♡

It took a while since I struggled to put my thoughts into words, but I finally got this done! So I have two endgame ships here, Diego x Veruca and Carson x Tulip... then there's my other ship with Carson x Rowan... I think I'll stick to my first ship for this. If anyone's interested in Carson x Tulip or Carson x Rowan, just let me know and I'll work on that too! Not sure who to tag on this, so if you see this feel free to join in! Anyways let's get to it!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

The fact Veruca is a great dueler herself is just part of it. Diego finds Veruca's strong will to be very attractive. He loves her determination to find her brother Coby and put a stop to the vaults and R are one thing, but her determination to get stronger to be able to protect her friends and everyone else she cared about is what got him completely interested. That mischievous side of hers is also a nice plus if you catch my drift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Above all of that, he’s completely smitten by her smile. He’s seen how some of her smiles aren’t genuine, knowing that she tends to put on a strong face to hide her true emotions. So whenever he manages to make her show a real smile, a true genuine smile, he’s practically blown away at such a sight.

What Veruca finds attractive in Diego would be how much of a charmer he can be. Yeah sure she didn't take him quite seriously in the beginning, but when he spent an entire week trying to prove to her how serious he was Veruca saw Diego in another light. She also loves his sincerity, and how he was very patient with her when she was trying to break out of her own insecurity. Since Veruca is prone to doubt her own self worth, Diego is always there to prove how precious she is to him. And Veruca just loves when he’s quick to sense when something’s wrong with her and immediately does something to make her feel better, it gets her all giddy inside.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Well obviously yes. I mean, didn't go out my way to make references for their daughters, Marisol and Carina, which can be found here.

Of course Diego would want kids, he loves kids, so having a few of his own would make him a happy man. However, with how Veruca grew up, she's more worried about whether or not she'll be a good mother. But with Diego by her side, she has nothing to worry about as he will be with her every step of the way.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Surprise, surprise, Veruca is really big on the cuddles. And Diego was absolutely ecstatic finding out about this, because they cuddle everyday. Their cuddles varies from the spoon where either of them can be the big spoon, to being cradled, to facing each other having their limbs entangled.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Since Veruca isn't big on extravagant dates or the like, she prefers the simple plans where she has quality time with Diego. Say like, a picnic in the park. However this picnic takes place at night under the starry sky, because Veruca is a sap like that. But because her partner is Diego, he's going to go out of his way to make the picnic look absolutely presentable. We're talking candles in jars, string lights or lanterns hanging overhead by the trees, maybe even a hammock to lay on while they gaze up at the stars. If they're up for it, they also love to duel each other. Since they're out in the open, they limit themselves to certain spells, the ones that cause the least to no amount of damage, I.e. Rictusempra. Dates to the club for some good old dancing fun are a usual thing every now and then, but nothing beats the intimate and passionate picnic dates.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

Veruca to Diego: You are my light

Diego to Veruca: You are my dream

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Veruca realized she was in love with Diego was when he spent an entire week trying to give her flowers. Knowing he was a flirt, Veruca never took him seriously. So when he started giving her flowers, each day being a different flower, she reacted poorly to each of them and gave them to her friends. She thought he would give up after the third attempt when she had an allergic reaction to the third flower. But when he showed up on the fourth day with a new flower, Veruca realized he wasn't playing around. She also noticed the confidence was slowly starting to leave his face every time she rejected him. So on the last day, to spare him any more pain Veruca was going to tell him to stop trying, until she saw the flower in his hand. It was a carnation, her favorite flower. Seeing the surprise look her face, Diego gives her a sheepish smile, "I should have asked Carson from the beginning, but I wanted to figure this out myself to prove to you how serious I am about this... it didn't turn out exactly as I hoped." Seeing how Diego was desperate enough to go this far to prove himself, Veruca realized just how much she was in love with him. She accepts the flower with small smile and a light blush on her face before thanking Diego and telling him how much she liked the gift.

When Diego realized he was in love with Veruca, was during one of their dueling sessions. Their match ended up in another draw and they continued to tease each other about who the better dueler of the two. With Veruca always showing her smug grin, Diego poked fun at her for not being able to show a real smile. They went back and forth on this topic for a while until Diego declared that if he won their next duel Veruca had to show him a real smile. Veruca found that to be a weird punishment but agreed nonetheless. As she was leaving, she turned back to him, “There’s no need for that, Diego. If you really want that smile so badly...” and showed him a true genuine smile. The smile was so bright, it almost made Veruca look like a completely different person. Diego’s heart practically stopped at the sight. ‘When did it get so bright? Why are there sparkles everywhere? Wtf? How can someone with such a big trouble making streak have the most purest smile in the world?!’ Satisfied with his reaction, Veruca left him staring like a starry eyed little kid.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Diego is the most gentle one of the two. And although Veruca is a little rough around the edges, but she has shown to be gentle towards Diego. It's very obvious by how they embrace and talk to each other. Hands are always intertwined or their arms are wrapped around each other. And when they speak to the other, their voice is always soft and light giving it a loving tone. And Diego is a gentleman, so whenever they go out for walks, he’ll always walk by the road so Veruca is on the safer side. He even opens doors for her, and when they cross the street Diego will take a few steps onto the road to stop someone just so Veruca can walk by and he’ll make a dramatic swooning sound as she does making her laugh.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Veruca likes the finger hand hold, either she intertwined her fingers with Diego's or just holds one of his fingers. This a more romantically playful method for times when she's feeling flirtatious. This is the easiest hand hold for Diego to pull away from, but is still a great way to add some fun intimacy to the mix. While Diego prefers to clasp both his hands over Veruca's own, sometimes even placing a small kiss on her fingertips.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Veruca: -veruca.exe. has stopped working- -thoughts on overdrive- -code red- -code red!-

Veruca: He... seems quite reasonable... very handsome too...

Diego: She puts on a strong face... but her eyes tell a different story.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Veruca does get jealous. Although she tries not to show it, it's still kind of obvious. Now Veruca knows Diego is faithfully loyal and would never do anything to ruin their relationship. If anyone tries to get uncomfortably close to Diego, Veruca has a stare that could most likely kill. She'll be burning holes in the person's head. However if this person doesn't take the hint, Veruca will have to get involved. No threats, although she is capable of sending someone to the hospital. She'll look them straight in the face and with a deadpanned expression, "you're doing it all wrong... getting his attention that is..." and then turn to Diego and pull him in for an intense make out session right in front of the person making them uncomfortable. After a short while, Veruca will pull away, wiping her mouth and looking directly at the person, "that's how you do it, of course you won't be able to since he's already mine."

Everyone knows Diego can get jealous... like easily jealous. Despite Veruca being able to take care of herself, I.e. punching the bastard in the face for trying anything on her... Diego still can't help but feel jealous whenever someone tries to hit on her. He'll get in between them, having a not so innocent smile before wrapping an arm around Veruca and placing a quick kiss on her lips. Once he pulls away he turns to the person while feigning surprise with an, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there. Did you need something?" And Veruca being the smug little shit, plays along with him. Even after the person leaves and Veruca has to constantly reassure him that no one will come between them, Diego refuses to let Veruca go.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Most of their kisses are very playful, bunch of light pecks all over the face. The slow, sensual kisses are for the more romantic moments if you catch my drift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I mean, there are simple moments where their kisses are slow and romantic.

Veruca was the one who initiated the first kiss, surprisingly. While they were out on their third picnic date night, laying on the blanket under the stars while Diego peppers kisses all over her face. As she looked up at him, she didn’t know what came over her. It could have been the atmosphere, or the moon shining down on them. But the way Diego looked in the moonlight, making him look all godlike, had so many thoughts running through Veruca’s mind that she brought her hands up to his face and pulled him down for a kiss.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

It takes place the same night when Veruca and Diego had their first real kiss. After pulling away from the kiss and seeing Veruca's flustered face pulled at his heart strings. With a loving smile, resting his forehead on hers while caressing her face, Diego whispers those three magical words to her, and it was enough to put tears in Veruca’s eyes. It was one of the most romantic and memorable night the two had.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

Diego's favorite memory would be during the summer after 5th year, where he Veruca and the rest of their friend group decided to spend their vacation together. Seeing how the sun shined behind her, giving her an ethereal glow and that gentle smile she usually shows to a few people. He was able to see Veruca act in a way not everyone at Hogwarts was able to see. He loved seeing the happy smile on her face when they were hanging out at the beach. That same night, the group decided to watch a horror movie before going to bed. Diego wasn't aware of how Veruca was absolutely terrified of anything horror related. So when Veruca clung onto Diego's arm and saw how pale her face got during a big jump scare, Diego wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. They stayed like that as they fell asleep and into the morning where they woke up to the others taking pictures of them together.

I touched up on this in Feelings, but Veruca's favorite memory would be the time Diego spent an entire week giving her flowers. To prove he was serious about his feelings, he tried gifting her a flower. The first flower was a rose, because of how cliche it was Veruca gave it to someone else. He kept trying with a different flower each day only to have Veruca show no interest in any of them. It was until the last day when he found out that Veruca's favorite flowers were carnations. She loved how determined he was to prove his feelings. Looking back on it now, Veruca found it funny how he approached her one day with a flower she was allergic to, remembering the face he made was enough to put her in a little laughing fit.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Diego would most likely get in trouble by Veruca if he even buys her anything expensive. But he just can't help it, he loves Veruca and whatever he sees that he knows Veruca would like he just has to get it for her. Veruca doesn't have it in her to stay mad at him when he's put so much thought into the gift. There is one gift, however, that Veruca wouldn't mind receiving everyday. And those are carnation flowers. Veruca's way of spoiling Diego is through the little things. Massages every now and then, Diego's favorite would be when he rests his head on her lap while they're both reading a book and she's running her fingers through his hair. Yeah sure it's not an actual massage, but the way she does it sends shivers down his spine. Always making him lunch whenever he goes out to work, and some of the treats in the dish are shaped into little hearts, something Diego originally thought was out of character for her but realized she was truly a big old softie. Kisses galore! Pecks here and there, and everywhere! They both live for that stuff, they can never have enough of it.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Sage green reminds Diego of Veruca, not because she was a Slytherin but because of her eyes. To Diego, it's a beautiful shade of green he's ever seen. Especially when the light reflects on it just right, making her eyes shine even brighter. No jewel or gem can even compare to those beautiful eyes of hers. Denim blue reminds Veruca of Diego, mainly because of the denim jacket he used to wear a lot back in Hogwarts. But the reason why blue reminds Veruca of Diego for how he’s helped her. The color blue calls to mind feelings of calmness or serenity. It is often described as peaceful, tranquil, secure, and orderly. Blue is often also seen as a sign of stability and reliability. Diego provides these feelings for Veruca, and that’s why she’s always reminded of him whenever she sees the color blue.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Diego mainly calls Veruca by her nickname, Ruca, when she admitted she liked it when he called her that. It's pretty much a big deal to him since he's the only one allowed to call her that. Veruca calls Diego, Heart Throb, for obvious reasons. Guy can get her heart beating so fast he starts to worry he might cause her heart to explode. Then there are names of endearment they often use, such as 'love,' 'sweetheart,' 'honey/hon,' or even the occasional 'babe' every now and then.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Veruca likes to collect antique pins and brooches. Diego loves listening to old music records.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days are good days to just sit on the couch and laze about as the rain pours. If they're in the mood, which is usually all the time, they'll start slow dancing in the living room to the rain.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Words aren't needed when these two are trying to make the other feel better. Just being there for the other simply puts them at ease. Diego always prepares a cup of ginger tea for Veruca and proceed to embrace her in a comforting hug while she clears her mind. With Diego, Veruca always hugs him from behind and will either rub his shoulders or run her hands up and down his arm. Nothing is said between them, showing that they have a deep connection with one another and it instantly puts them in a good mood to where they'll start playing around and try to make the other laugh.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

They both like to talk about the good days during their time at Hogwarts. They like reminiscing about all the fun times they had with their friends. Anything they see in their usual day would always remind them of how much fun they had when they were younger. They talk a lot about their future and having a family as well. Diego knows how much Veruca doesn't see herself to be suited as a mother or a wife with how her own mother always spoke of how Coby was her only hope of having grandchildren. But Diego does his very best to push those thoughts out of Veruca's mind by telling her how much of a perfect woman she already is.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Massages usually helps them both relax. Their favorite way to unwind is lounging lazily on the couch entangled in each other, Diego running his hand up and down Veruca's arm sending chills throughout her body while Veruca runs her hand through his hair and they're just breathing each other in.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

It's clearly obvious Diego is the type to show off, whether it's his dueling or his dancing skills. Veruca loves to watch him do what he does best. Veruca, herself, is a great duelist and definitely prides herself in her dueling skills. Another thing she likes to show off is how great of a flyer she is too. And since they're so deeply in love with each other, they're clearly proud of having the other as their partner and love showing each other off. Although Veruca's way of showing Diego off isn't as out there as Diego's way.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Two years after graduation is when they decide to officially tie the knot. Since Diego knows Veruca isn't that big on fancy and extravagant things, he doesn't plan a big proposal. He'll take her out on a simple date, a picnic at the same spot they went on their first date. Maybe even pull her up for a little slow dance, Diego will start to talk about when they met to how he fell in love with her and everything after. Veruca most likely knew the direction this was going but lets him continue. As soon as he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring, Veruca doesn't even give him a chance to ask the question before she throws herself onto him.

If Veruca were to propose, it would definitely be quick and straight to the point. Probably after waking up the next morning, as she heads to the kitchen and Diego greets her with a fresh plate of her favorite breakfast and a kiss to the cheek and that's when Veruca lays it out on him. "Hurry up and marry me already." She says groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Stand By Me, by Seal. It's their go to song to dance to.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Before starting a relationship with Diego, the thought has never crossed Veruca's mind. She had come to a conclusion that she was the "undatable" type thanks to the vaults and her brother as well as how her mother was very cynical about everything regarding her. But after being with Diego for so long, the thought of getting married has never left her head it often distracted her from her work or other activities.

Marriage has definitely crossed Diego's mind before. But he knows how Veruca is when it comes to opening up with her feelings, so he doesn't rush into it. He would wait for the right moment, when Veruca is much more confident in her feelings before he starts planning.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Veruca already has a pet. And his name is Gambat the fruit bat! Veruca and Diego would also get a Collie and name him Pesky for how super active he can be. All his running around can end up knocking something down accidentally.

[v-hope]

Felicitous Company

Pairing: Trainee!Hoseok x Trainee!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, kinda Rivals to Lovers AU

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Hoseok is chosen to debut as part of a boy group and faces loneliness when his fellow trainees are overtaken by envy, or the one where the person he least expects ends up being the only one who’s there for him on his birthday.

A/N: Did you really think I wasn’t posting anything for our precious sunshine’s b-day? Basically it's still his birthday in my time zone so yeh. Tumblr's being a lil shit again though, I'll post the actual gif once it gets fixed.

Gif taken from @rislainecobain (weheartit).

Hoseok’s heavy breathing was everything that would be heard if it weren’t for the music loudly resounding through the dance studio; just like it had been doing for the past week, as dancing his heart out was his way of coping with both frustration and hurt. Tiny drops of sweat rolled down his forehead and neck, making his skin glow and his hoodie stick to it in a way so mundane to him yet so attractive to any hormonal teenager watching. This time, that place being taken by you.

It was only when the song blasting through the speakers came to an end, that he came out of his own little world. Stopping his sharp movements that so perfectly fitted the beat, his eyes finally diverged from his figure on the mirror to another one right behind him; having to squint his eyes to get a better look at who had apparently been staring at him for a while, admiring him from afar.

When he noticed it was you, he turned around to face you with what you wouldn’t call the most welcoming of expressions. Not like you weren’t expecting it anyway.

He was not about to be the one who broke the tense silence filling the room; instead raising one of his eyebrows and crossing his arms over his chest for you to explain yourself. At that you had no choice but to speak up – taking a deep breath to ask him if you could come in. Much to your and his frustration, just as your mouth started moving, the song he had on repeat mode started playing again, completely muting your words.

Hoseok let out a visible sigh, walking towards his phone to turn the music off.

“You said?” his voice came out hoarse, only confirming the lack of human interaction he had had lately.

“May I come in?” you spoke quietly, “I have something for you” you added after seeing his unsure eyes.

“I’m really not in the mood for this right now”.

“Please” you tried, “I promise you this will make you feel better”.

Or at least you hoped so.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he nodded reluctantly.

“You have to close your eyes though…”

Now, that was an idea he did not like at all. “Y/N…”

“Hoseok” you looked at him with pleading eyes. “I know we’re not precisely friends, but trust me just this one time?”

Trust. Nowadays that seemed a little too much to ask of him. Anyway, was there really anything else for him to lose?

That was the only reason he did as you asked, not without before giving you a pretty visible roll of eyes for you to know just how much he was not enjoying this.

He took a deep breath after feeling your body coming closer to his at a painfully slow pace – brows slightly knitting together at a sudden hot breeze hitting his face once he felt you reach his side after what felt like forever.

“Open” he heard your voice louder this time given the lack of space between you.

And when he did open his eyes, he hopelessly did all in his hands not to tear up at the sight of you holding up a cake with the exact number of candles equivalent to the age he was turning that day.

“Happy birthday” you cooed; both your voice and smile so sweet he felt a tug at his heart.

You remembered. You. The one person he would’ve thought couldn’t care any less about him, turned out to be the only one there for him in the end.

“If this…” he cleared his throat, taking his eyes away from the cake and into yours, “if this is some kind of joke…”

You huffed. “Yes, because I would really use all my money for the week on a delicious cake just to prank you. I despise you that much” you glared at him, watching him poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he amusingly shook his head. “I don’t know why you think I hate you, honestly. It’s kind of the other way around”.

“I don’t hate you either” he denied immediately. “You just awake in me this weird need to fight you”.

You smiled shyly, lowering your gaze and biting your lip not to let it show. So it was mutual. “Well, will you blow the candles before they melt down and ruin your cake then or…”

“Aw, you won’t sing for me?” he stuck his lower lip out, forming a cute pout that had you shaking your head in disbelief in a second.

“I mean, you must know by now my voice is breathtaking” he scoffed at your overconfidence, “but it’d be a little awkward for me to sing the birthday song all alone, wouldn’t it?”

Hoseok nodded. It would indeed, which is why he agreed with you before he finally blew out the candles – allowing himself to let his guard down and throwing his head back as a laugh escaped his throat after hearing you celebrate.

“Thank you” he mumbled sincerely, “I mean it”.

“You’re welcome” your stare lingered. “I just wanted you to have a happy birthday… or just be able to make it a little less miserable…”

Well, you had succeeded.

Shutting down the rational part of his brain that told him to keep his distance from you, he did quite the opposite. Being careful enough not to stain his hoodie with the whipped cream covering the cake, he cupped your face with his hands, later pressing a tender kiss to your forehead; because words could never describe how thankful he was for you right then.

“Let’s eat!” he chanted, eager to break the eye contact the two of you had seemed troubled to end after his loving action.

You didn’t protest, au contraire, feeling your heart being able to calm down as you followed him to the other side of the room, where a few round tables were placed.

Taking your bag off your back, you placed it on the table you had sat on to take out the rest of the stuff you had brought. Hoseok was quick to grab the knife from your hands, mumbling a small ‘I’ll do it’ before he cut two slices, later carefully placing them on the carton plates you were offering him.

“Oh my God” he let out after he examined the cake closer, “is this…” he gave you a quick glance, shoving a piece of it into his mouth after you motioned for him to try it. A giggle escaped your mouth at the sight of his eyes lightning up. “How’d you know it’s my favourite?” he wondered in amazement, stuffing his mouth with more of the sweet deliciousness you had gifted him.

“You want the touching answer or the honest one?” you took a bite of the cake as well.

“It’s my birthday” he reminded you, “make me feel even more special with the touching one”.

“Okay” you laughed, “I heard you say it once during practice and I remembered”.

Hoseok’s hand clutched at his chest – eyes exaggeratedly shutting closed to show you how much your beautiful words had apparently affected him. “Okay, now tell me the truth” his mouth was once again full of cake.

“It’s my favourite” you smirked.

He cocked one of his eyebrows, trying to suppress a smile of his own. “The more you know…”

The more you seemed to have in common.

“I know, right?” you agreed, taking two bottles of water out of your bag and handing one to him.

“How’d you know water’s my favourite liquid flavour, too?!” he joked, letting his jaw fall in feigned shock as he took the bottle from you.

“What can I say, I’m just that great” you played along – a cocky smirk showing on your lips.

Although you said it as a joke, right then, you were actually that great to him. Which is why he was the one staring this time, not being able to take his eyes away from you. You hadn’t noticed at first, for you were too occupied eating your cake; it was only when you realised the room was oddly silent that you directed your eyes to Hoseok.

And, you see, you had never quite had his attention on you like that, which is why you panicked – instantly searching for something else to say.

“Do you know who your group members are?”

That had seemed to snap him out of his admiration for you; blinking rapidly before he shook his head. “No” he played with what was left on his plate, he liked to believe he wouldn’t be alone if his members already knew him, “so far I know our leader is called… Namjoon? I think?”

“Kim Namjoon-ah?!” you asked excitedly, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah! That’s his name!” he pointed at you with his fork. “You know him?”

You nodded effusively. “We went to highschool together” his eyes opened wider in astonishment. “He’s great. A bit clumsy, but I can tell he’ll be a great leader. With someone like him, I can assure you you’ll never feel alone again”.

His lips curved up wholeheartedly, finding comfort in that thought you had just put in his head. However, that didn’t last much, for his eyes out of habit travelled down to where his phone was placed facing up on the table. Only that took for his previous smile to turn into a serious semblance.

Only that took for you to understand just how much all of this was taking a toll on him.

“They’ll come around eventually” you reassured him, drawing his attention back to you. “They’re just jealous… but they’ll get over it at some point”.

Hoseok sighed, turning his phone down this time, not wanting to even look at it anymore; it did nothing but remind him how lonely he was, and all because of the chance he got to achieve his dream.

“I just think that… maybe they’re right, you know?” his eyes fixed on yours. “They all think I don’t deserve this… honestly, all I can do is dance, and apparently the company wants to position me as a rapper, too… there are so many other trainees who have dedicated their lives to rapping, and this opportunity was for some reason given to me an–”

“Hobi” you cut him off, reaching your hand over the table to hold his, “if there’s anyone who deserves this, it’s you”.

He shook his head. “No, I–”

“You do” you reassured him once again. “Don’t let some envyous people take this away from you” you furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, “you’ve worked just as hard as them and you’re hands down the best dancer here… out of the guys, at least” you knew your cocky addition had been successful the second a small laugh abandoned his lips. “If they want you to rap as well, then so be it. The company has smart, qualified people working for them; if they think you can rap is because they see something in you. Enjoy this, okay?” you squeezed his hand. “Focus on your debut and shut all their mouths by proving them wrong”.

He let out a shaky breath, having to gaze quickly to the side to regain his composure. “You–” he got caught in his own words, shaking his head in both bliss and disbelief.

“What?” you wondered.

“I can't… I just can’t believe out of all the people here you’re the one spending my birthday with me and making me feel better about all of this”.

“Is it… bad?” your voice came out weakly this time, afraid of the answer being positive.

Instead, what you got were his fingers interlocking with yours as he bit his lip, shaking his head one more time. “It’s perfect” he confessed, making your heart skip a beat. “I don’t think I need anyone else by my side”.

“Make sure to remember that after you’re an idol and have everyone going crazy about you” you sheepishly said, already feeling the heat reach your cheeks.

“Come on” he squinted his eyes, “by the time we debut, you’ll already be part of a group and preparing your own debut”.

You snorted. “Yeah, sure”.

“Y/N” his piercing stare let you know how serious he was, “I can assure you you’ll be so, so successful one day”.

Any other time, you would’ve believed with everything in you that he was not being genuine; sarcastic even. But right then, with his hand holding yours and his eyes staring so deeply into yours, you could do nothing but believe him.

And you did well by doing so, for he had never been any more serious in his life.

“Look at us” you tried to light up the mood, letting out a brittle laugh, “being all nice to each other”.

“I honestly would’ve never thought this was possible” he joined in your laughter. “We should commemorate this day in the future, once we’re both rich and stuff” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Considering it’s your birthday, I’m pretty sure you’ll be doing much more interesting things this same date in the future” you teased him.

“Just follow my lead for a change, will you?” you couldn’t help but cackle at his bitter words, reminding you how you were always the one not doing as he said during dance practices. “Let’s dream for a moment”.

“Okay, okay” you lifted your arms in defeat. “We could go to this really fancy café downtown I’ve always wanted to visit”.

“A café? That’s really all you’ve got?” his face showed disappointment. “Dream bigger, woman!”

Rolling your eyes, you rested your chin on your hand as you were deep in though. “Japan!” you shouted after a few seconds. “We’ll probably travel to Japan a lot, we could do something together there”.

Hoseok huffed, at this point not even impressed anymore. “Not surprised that’s as far as you can dream”.

“Hey! What do you have against Japan?”

“Nothing” he replied calmly, “I’ve actually always dreamed of marrying someone from there”.

You chuckled at that, totally relating to him and his weird dreams. “And I’ve always dreamed of marrying some sophisticated European” you confessed.

“Europe!” he jumped up. “Let’s do that! I’ll help you find your fancy European once we’re there”.

“And then we’ll go to Japan to find your girl!” you joined in his excitement.

“It’s settled then” he nodded his head. “In a few more years, we’ll go spouse hunting to commemorate this beautiful day”.

“The day we decided we didn’t want to kill each other that bad” you hummed, receiving an amused laugh from him.

Looking around the table, Hoseok took the bottle of water you had offered him before in his hand – focusing his stare back on you as he raised it. Catching on what was happening, you followed his actions.

“First of all, I’d like to thank you again for doing this for me. You didn’t have to, especially considering our constant bickering… but you still did and…” he took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts, “you’re the best”.

There it was again, your heart pounding loudly against your chest and the heat reaching your face. “No one deserves to be alone on their birthday” you stated, “especially someone who’s done nothing wrong but wanting to live his dream”.

You could’ve sworn right then you had never seen him smile so brightly – the sparkle in his eyes adding even more innocence to the current look on him. And you just knew you wanted to see him like that more often.

Hoseok raised the bottle closer to you. “To living our dreams?” he said in more of a questioning tone, awaiting for your confirmation.

Nodding your head enthusiastically, you somehow managed to make his smile grow even wider. So, mirroring his current expression, you guided your bottle up to touch his to finish the toast.

“Here’s to living our dreams”.

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Brain wants me to lay in bed all morning until its noon and i end up not doing anything today and feel bad about it. Like my brain keeps trying to get me to either: a, go back to sleep and do nothing or b, open up a mobile game I know is addictive and always ends with me getting out of bed at or after noon. I dont know why my brain wants me to think theres no pt in getting out of bed and doing things I need to and want to do (eat breakfast, feed the cat, do some laundry, washing some dishes, empty dishwasher, draw or paint or do something else art related, go eyeglasses shopping, maybe bake some cookies..) that I wont really be able to until Friday because I'm working Monday thru Thursday this week, and even tho I'm going in at 12 on 2 of those days I still need to leave the house by 10:20am on those days, and wont be home till after 6 every day except thursday, when I'll get home after 8. Plus tomorrow I have to be up by 6:30 ish because I have to take the bus so I gave to be at the bus stop before 8:45am or else I'll be late (I'm getting a ride to the 2nd bus but my dad doesnt have work tomorrow so no pt in him driving all the way out to where he works on his day off at 9am for no reason)

Edit: I wrote this at like 10:30 and then got distracted and now its 11:30. Dammit.