#and it uh. took all of like 20 minutes l m a o not even that long but the point is that i have mostly fresh food

[autistic-shaiapouf]

I need you to understand that this curry is the first meal I've actually cooked in WEEKS that wasn't just oven ready or microwavable, and I'm eating this like I've never had food before

[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

Series Masterlist

8) Every Kind of Way

“Maryse, I love how hard working you are but are you seriously writing another song this close to the deadline?”

Maryse was currently in the studio working on a new song. The last couple days she’s locked herself up in the studio and played every single track over and over again making sure it was perfect. This was her debut album and she had a lot to prove. 

“Yes, CoCo. I promise this is the last song. Besides, I'm almost done with it.” She replied before picking up her guitar and strumming chords. 

“Ok well, while you continue writing more love songs about Jack I’m going to draft up your schedule for the next couple months.”

Maryse rolled her eyes and continued harmonizing to herself. She didn’t even want to think about how busy she was going to be. TV appearances, photoshoots, magazine interviews, private concerts, listening parties, signings, tour rehearsals and it all ended with performing at the Video Music Awards and then going straight to the world tour.  

Pushing that to the back of her mind she thought about her feelings for Jack. CoCo was right, she was writing a lot of love songs for him, half of which wasn’t going to make the album. 

She had never liked someone this much. Music was her only source to express how deeply she feels for him…other than telling him of course. 

Just as she was falling into the rabbit hole of thinking about Jack, he texted her asking if he could stop by the studio to show her something he was working on, Maryse immediately told him yes.

He arrived 20 minutes later with his laptop in hand. “Hey, babe.” Jack said walking over to where she was sitting on the couch, plopping down next to her after giving her a kiss on the forehead. 

Butterflies swirled in her stomach as he sat close to her, it amazed her how she still felt nervous around him, months later. 

Putting her guitar down, she sat cross legged and gave her his full attention. 

“I’ve got this song I’ve been working on and I’m pretty sure I’m going to make it my second single off the album.” Jack said as he fumbled around with the keys on the laptop. Maryse could tell he seemed nervous to show her. 

“Well, I’m excited to hear it!” Maryse wasn’t lying with that statement. Jack had been pretty secretive when it came to this album, not telling her much about it.

Jack bit his lip right before he pressed play. “Promise me you’ll give me your honest opinion, okay?”

“I promise.”

Jack took a deep breath and pressed play.

Mm

I been a (G), throw up the (L)

Sex in the (A-M), uh-huh

(O-R-O-U-S, yeah)

And I can put you in (first class, up in the sky)

A huge smile creeped on Maryse’s face as she heard the sample. She couldn’t believe it as she nodded her head and sung along. As the song came to an end the smile never left her face. 

“So, what did you—“ Jack couldn’t even finish what he was saying before Maryse reached over and wrapped her arms around him, words coming out in a squeal

All Jack could do was laugh as he wrapped his arms around her. “So you like it?”

“Are you kidding me?! I fucking love it!” She could see Jack immediately relax at her approval. 

Letting out a happy sigh, she continued. “One of our first conversations was you telling me about how much you loved Fergie as a child and now you’re sampling one of her biggest tracks, I’m so proud of you.” Maryse told him honestly.

Jack's face warmed when hearing her say that, dropping his head shyly.

“Thanks, M. When I was recording this I was telling the whole room it was a hit, but no one seemed to believe me.” 

“Well, no offense but they’re idiots.”

Jack bumped his shoulders against hers as they both laughed. 

Maryse perked up with an idea. “Prove them wrong.” Jack raised an eyebrow confused. “Prove who wrong? And how?”

“Post a teaser of First Class on Tik Tok and see how the world responds to it. When it goes viral, like I know it will, your team will be eating their words!”

JACKHARLOW

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***

Jack rushed around the hotel room ignoring the laughs from Urban who was sitting in the corner of the room rolling a joint. 

“Dude, you’re sunburned BAD!”

He groaned at the reminder. He had spent the weekend in Turks and Caicos with Drake recording music and jet skiing which left his arms and face red as a tomato. The sun was never on his side. 

Jack had just stepped off his private jet having taken a red eye to New York. Maryse was having a private concert for her fans to celebrate her album that was coming out in a few weeks. He wanted to surprise her since she wasn’t expecting him back in town for another day.

The show starts in an hour and Jack still needed to find something to wear, if he didn’t leave in the next 15 minutes. He was going to be late. 

Quickly deciding on a pair of cargos and a hoodie, Urban and him rushed to the venue hoping he would make it in time to wish Maryse good luck. 

Because of traffic he wasn’t able to surprise Maryse before she got on stage. The show was about to start in 5 minutes. The stage crew was making sure the microphone and instruments were in the right place as the DJ played the last song. Jack pulled his hood over his head so he didn’t draw too much attention as he and Urban made their way to the friends and family section. 

Once in his seat he greeted Doja and Saweetie as they were both shocked to see him there.

“Maryse ain’t gonna be able to focus when she sees your sunburnt self in the crowd!” Saweetie said jokingly, Jack just rolled his eyes as Doja and Urban laughed around him. 

“NYC! Show some love for Maryse Monet!”

***

Maryse was doing her vocal runs to herself backstage while she mentally prepared herself for tonight’s show. This was going to be the first time fans, friends and family were going to hear the new music from the album, needless to say she was nervous. And she wished Jack was there. She hadn’t heard from him much today, too busy in the studio with Drake. 

Noticing she was nervous, Coco placed both her hands on her shoulders. 

“You’re going to kill it tonight. Like you always do. Just take a deep breath.”

Maryse took a deep breath and simply nodded. She checked her phone once more seeing if Jack messaged her, frowning when she saw no new messages. Luckily she didn’t have time to harp on it as the DJ introduced her to the crowd. Taking one last deep breath, she walked on stage. 

The crowd screamed in excitement as Maryse walked on the stage. Maryse kept her outfit casual as she wore a red mesh top with a long orange jacket and denim shorts. Her long curly hair flowed down her back. 

The nerves immediately went away as she saw the sold out venue, smile spreading across her face. 

“If you guys didn’t know, my name is Maryse!” She paused as the crowd cheered louder

The opening chords of Focus started playing as Maryse placed her mic back on the mic stand. As she began to sing she couldn’t help but smile as the crowd swayed and sung along to every word. 

After about 5 songs, Maryse grabbed a drink of water from the side of the stage as a stagehand adjusted her mic and placed a stool down. 

As she sat back on the stool she looked up and waved to Doja, Saweetie. “I have some friends here tonight, hey Doja and Saweetie!” She laughed as the crowd screamed, trying to catch her friend’s attention. Maryse squinted a little when she noticed Urban sitting next to them as well. Smiling to herself, thinking Jack must have told him to come since he couldn’t be there himself. 

“Ok, y’all I got one more song tonight for you. But I have a question, how many of y’all are in loooove?” She asked, putting emphasis on the word love. 

Maryse nodded at the cheers from the audience. “Falling in love is so scary, but you know what? It’s one of my favorite feelings in the world. I think I might be in love too.”

The crowd cheered loudly at the admission, some even cheering Jack’s name. “This next song is called Every Kind of Way.”

The crowd was silent as she began singing. It wasn’t until she got to the chorus when she started to feel chills. Glancing up in the friends and family section, that’s when she spotted him. Jack was standing behind Doja, towering over her because of his height. 

They both locked eyes. All her focus was on Jack now. It didn’t matter that they’ve only been dating for 4 months. She knew for certain that she loved that man. It was like she was speaking to him as she sung.

I wanna love you in every kind of way, I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes, If the world should end tomorrow and we only have today, I'm gonna love you in every kind of way

Tears were threatening to fall as she sung those words to Jack. A smile creeped on her face as he blew her kiss in greeting. The smile on Jack’s face widened when he watched her pretend to grab the kiss he blew, kissing it and placing it in her pocket. 

She loved him, and couldn’t wait to get off stage and tell him. 

***

Maryse was fidgety with excitement when a knock sounded on the door of her dressing room, rushing to open the door she couldn’t hide her disappointment when it was just CoCo. 

“Oh, hey.” Opening the door wider to let her manager in. 

“Okay, rude. Jack will be here in a second. I'm just grabbing my laptop that I left.”

Just as she was about to apologize for her reaction, there was another knock, but this time they didn’t wait for her to answer the door. 

The man Maryse wanted to see walked in. Jack stood at the door after closing it, holding his arms out for Maryse to jump in them. 

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE!” Maryse squeaked, face buried inside his neck. Jack squeezed her tightly, before walking them both to the loveseat. He leaned forward and kissed her, moaning into her mouth.

Their legs and arms and mouths became two missing pieces of a puzzle, fitting together effortlessly. 

The chair was small and cramped.

It’s perfect. 

“Oh, this is my que to leave.” Coco said leaving the dressing room. 

Jack and Maryse didn’t even hear her, too wrapped into each other. 

Pulling away, Jack spoke first. “You did amazing tonight. The crowd loved you.”

Love. 

There goes that word again. 

Maryse watched with a smile as Jack rambled about the show, and the songs she performed.

“Hey, Jack?” Maryse said, interrupting him. 

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Jack froze at the words. Maryse was praying that she didn’t just fuck things up. 

“I know, it might seem too soon but—“ It was Jack’s turn to interrupt now, but this time with a kiss. Both of their hearts were beating out their chest. 

“I can’t remember what it’s like to wake up and not have you be the first thing on my mind. Every morning, I roll over and check and see if you’ve called. I wanted you to be mine the second I laid eyes on you at the Grammy’s.” He told her.

Maryse was looking at Jack with so much love and appreciation that it made his chest hurt. The smile on her face was beautiful, he thought to himself. The tears that were streaming down her cheeks were beautiful. She was beautiful and so was her love. 

“I love you, Maryse Monet.”

Maryse exhales a soft breath and leans in slowly gently pressing her lips to his. 

“I love you so much it feels like a constant flow spilling into my soul.”

She pressed another kiss to his lips, feeling speechless. This kiss was filled with tenderness and affection. It felt like an unspoken promise that she was his now. Forever. 

Maryse pulled away, wiping the tears that fell from Jack’s face. “You know this means you’re stuck with me.”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

It was silent for a moment as Maryse rested her head on his chest.

"Also, you look like you got in a fight with the sun."

Jack groand as Maryse's giggles echoed through the room.

***

An: OUR BBS ARE BACK!!!! sorry this took so long, I've been busy but next update won't take that long I promise

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#21. Christmas Present - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 21 of Snapemas! I hope you like it! This one is a little bit longer. I hate proof reading so much it stops me from uploading  Christmas is so close now! I can't wait! ahhhhhhhh I will upload more - I promise (I just dunno when)

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Professor!Teacher

Warnings: Mention Cursings, Slight NSFW mention of cookies - might make you hungry - atleast I got hungry - I love cookies

Word count: 5941

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last Name, Y/H/C - Your Hair Colour

#21.Christmas Present

,,O-Oh Professor Snape, before you leave I uh wanted to ask you something." In response he just rose his eyebrow and stared down on you. You laid down the Silverware on your Plate as the other Professors continued to eat their lunch.

,,I saw that you have quiet a big collection of books and I wondered if you're in possession of one I have been looking for to read for very long." Sighing he wetted his lips. He wasn’t even hiding his boredom. What a great Start, you thought to yourself.

,,Which one are you looking for?" Smiling you set your drink aside. ,,It's a rare one from Scotland. ,The correct way of Potion brewing and wild Herbology'." Now his face looked like your answer might actually have impressed him. ,,I am able to call one of these copies mine."

,,Oh really?" Your excitement seemed to confuse him slightly so you fixed your posture, flattened down your dress and collected your words together. ,,Would you mind if i would borrow it?" You followed him like a lost Puppy as he kept walking down the great hall.

,,You can pick it up tomorrow after lunch at my chambers."

,,Thank you, Professor!“ Smiling you first thought about hugging him but as your arms almost flew around him you backed up and held out your hand. ,,Sorry." Thinking about wether he should take my hand or not he finally decided to get up only to turn around on his heels. As always he vanished within seconds into the dark corridors. The Butterflies in your stomach went crazy now so you just tried to hide your smile as got up yourself to walk the other way leading towards your classroom.

In the next Morning you hurried your whole way up to the mountain where you just recently found a dead Acromantula. It has been two days ago when you have had spotted her. Actually you intended to let her rest in peace but you really wished you could give Severus something in return of his grace. So you quickly pulled out something out of your bag to catch the rare venom dripping from it's teeth. Actually it could become quiet dangerous up in here but since you went there almost everyday you felt more than just safe.

After the jar was full you went on your way back to the castle. It wasn't a too long way. It only took an hour and a half and you also got to take some ingredients you needed for your classes with you too. After you got everything secured in your class stocks  and changed your dress you went to lunch. Severus already sat at the unpredictability long table. Smiling you sat down next to him trying to hide your excitement. A good Book was always making you nervous. Not to mention a Book you have been looking for since so long and loaning it from a person you truly kind of liked?

,,Hello Professor Snape, I hope you're doing alright?" You chattered but got interrupted as the food appeared on the table. He wouldn’t have continued the Conversation anyways. After something that felt like an eternity but turned out to just have been 20 minutes you walked next to Severus towards his chambers. You told him about the new Paper you got from the Ministry about magic beasts - even if he didn't asked for it. But you knew if you didn't want to walk in silence you would have to talk yourself.

,,Theres even an article about Muggle Medicine in it. They test it on animals. Did you knew that? That’s so cruel.“ You noticed how he rolled his eyes on your words but you just simply knew he didn't dislike you as much as he disliked Gilderoy Lockhart. As you reached his door he quickly opened it with his wand. ,,Enter." Allowing you to step into his chambers. Nervously you closed the door after you. As he went to his shelf to look for the book you quickly opened your bag. He was quicker than you were so he just stood in front of you and held out the book.

,,One second - I almost got it!" And just by that you were able to grab the small jar. After you held it into the light and put it in his hand you took the book in return. Already admiring the Front Cover.

,,I know it's not much, but I just wanted to give you something as appreciation for the loaning." You Mumbled while scanning the little details stencilled in the edges.

Curious he inspected the label. ,,Where did you get it? So freshly?" Professor Snape quickly asked now, surely interested.

,,I uh - from the left Mountains. I found a dead Acromantula two days ago. I thought the Venom might come in handy for potions." You now looked back up at him. Your smile was wider than usual, you were just so happy about the possibility to finally read this book.

,,It - uh - yeah. Do you know the value of it?" His eyebrows arched.

,,Of course I do. But there's nothing as value as finding something you've been looking for since a long time." You smiled mumbling as you now opened the first pages of the book. Small golden details shined into your eyes. ,,Wow." You mumbled. He didn't even try to hide his stares at you as you looked through the pages and you could feel how he tried to be nice for once.

,,Would you like to sit down and have some tea? You can read it here while I'm brewing and prepare my-“

,,I'd love to." You admitted. Your eyes connected instantly as you closed the book to press it on your chest while sitting down on his couch. The first few moments as you sipped your teas remained silent until you just couldn't take it anymore.

,,Where did you get it? The book I mean." His beautiful dark eyes finally dared to look back at mine and he explained.

,,Hagrid is friends with someone who knew the Author. So as I once helped him out in his garden he just gave it to me." You felt like his voice was more quiet than usual and you had to listen even more carefully. His voice made something blossom inside of you. Butterflies flying, Flowers blooming, Sunshine finally hitting my skin? It felt all the same- incredible sweet and addictive.

,,That's very Kind." The Afternoon continued. Your Conversations were really short but you enjoyed every word. He chooses his words wisely which was the total opposite to you. You spoke as soon as a small thought came to your mind trying to fill the silence. It was like you balanced the Smalltalk out. Spending time with him meant learning to worship his words and worship a peaceful silence. As the Clock strikes 7pm he looked up to you. You grabbed your Coat. ,,Are you going to eat Dinner tonight?“

Shaking his head he pointed to a tower of Notebooks, meaning he was still to intertwined in his Job Tasks.

,,I See.“ Chuckling you pushed a strain of your Hair behind your ear. ,,Thank you for letting me read the Book and the Tea. I really enjoy it.“ For a second he just looked at you before his lips parted.

,,You can stop by and read anything you want, whenever you want.“ Listening close to his voice you noticed how his Perplexity from earlier hasn’t faded yet. But before he’d cancel his Offer you accepted.

,,I’d love to. I´ll see you tomorrow then, Professor.“ Waving over to him you turned around to walk to the great hall. Your Cheeks still beheld the pink touch you got from when you were around him. It was calming you to spent Time with him. You felt more relaxed than sleeping out, hearing rain or hearing your favourite song. He made it all better, he made you feel more safe than anyone else by just offering you tea. Dear Merlin, do you even listen to yourself? How can you be so in love with him after just 5 Months working at Hogwarts?

As your seventh Month at Hogwarts began so did the Winter Time. Christmas was only three weeks ago by now. It was till too long for you liking. Yesterday, a rainy Sunday you started to bake cookies and slightly decorate your room more festive. The Holiday Spirit already took you over in July and now it was finally your favourite time of the year. Smiling you walked over to Severus Classroom to meet him for your daily Meetings. You came here daily to read, grade Papers from your students or just drink some tea with him. It became a loved habitat of yours and he seemed to enjoy it himself as he grew to become a friend of yours. Knocking he almost instantly let you in.

,,I´m already making Tea. I´ll be right there.“ You heard him shout from the Kitchen.

,,Okay.“ You responded as you quickly laid down all your Notebooks you still had to grade and placed the box filled with cookies on his Table. You made some just for him knowing he has a sweet Tooth. Who else would drink their Tea with at least two or three tablespoons of sugar if it wasn’t their sweet tooth speaking out of themselves. Slightly chuckling you sat down on one of the Students Desks to start grading. You could simply work better on one of these as on one of the Teachers Desks. They just seemed too tall and too uncomfortable for your liking.

,,What is that?" Curious you turned around. ,,What's what, Professor?" He rolled his eyes as he heard the name you used. ,,On my desk."

,,I made cookies for you." As he continued to stare at you, you began to explain it to him. ,,I made some chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon ones and some plain ones. I know you like pumpkin so I bought some special cookie cutters at Hogsmead last week." Smiling you went up to the box, opened it up for him and showed him the small pumpkin shaped cookies.

,,See? Do you want to try some?" With caution he carefully took one and bit the half of it off. Waiting for his reaction as he chewed then putting the box aside and going back to your seat. ,,Do you like them?" He still kept chewing.

,,Actually- yes." A small smile made it's way across his lips and he ate the other half too.

,,I really hoped so." Sitting back down you waited until your Cup of Tea which now flew towards you sat in front of you. Severus always made the best tea.

Grading the last Homework you walked over to Severus huge Library Wall only to take the Book you used to read in the Daily. With butterflies in your chest you continued to read the few last pages of the book. You only had one third of the book left and by all means you wouldn't want to lose your tradition. So it happened that you started to reread the pages twice so you would have to spend more time with him or just in his chambers. Actually it’d only take you around 3 days to finish this big book but you didn’t wanted your shared time to end. The time has passed so quickly that you could feel how your body resisted to leave as it was time for dinner.

,,Are you coming with me for Dinner today?“ Severus just smiled. He was already done with his Papers and laid aside the Newspaper he just began to read.

,,Sure.“ He said only to follow you. He told you about something that had happened in his class today and about what he just read in the Newspaper.

,,No way!“ You Laughed grabbing his Arm in disbelief. ,,Imagine this happening to you- Merlin!“ Now he had to chuckle as well. He could make you laugh louder than anyone else. His dry Humor was just the best. After Dinner he walked you to your Chambers and you thanked him as always.

,,Good night, Severus. I see you at Breakfast.“ He put on a slight smile.

,,I´ll see you at Breakfast.“ His dark silhouette faded in the corridors and so did you in your chambers.

The weeks until Christmas was just a few days ago were just stressful. You and Severus almost never talked and just worked which was kind of tiring  you but you knew as closer as Christmas was around as closer was the Relief of all this Stress. After Lunch you planned to head straightly back to Hagrid helping him taking care of new magical Creatures he cared for. The small Bowtruckles were new here in this Region and you were too eagerly happy to get a chance to study them and present them in your classes next year. After downing your Tea you wanted to say goodbye to Severus before leaving but he stopped you at the end of the great hall.

,,Um err- would you mind meeting me later in my chambers? I've got something for you and - err- maybe I can cook dinner for us.“ Severus nervously stuttered while hiding his face with parts of his hair. He always made pauses while talking but you could tell he was acting a little bit shy and nervous. Smiling you nodded in agreement. That’s be a great opportunity to give him his Christmas Present you just finished.

,,I'll be there by 8." He quickly left your side in his well known manner. With his flying cape, showing off his presence. As he was gone and you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore you began to notice how red you turned. Your whole face was warm and your heart flattered. That always happened when Severus is near you. You had to admit, you like him. More than just a regular coworker. More than a friend. Maybe that's why you hurried the whole day to be there perfectly on time in front of his Chambers. Your heartbeat crawled up into your head and your hand was slightly shaking. Nervously you fixed your hair one last time and knocked ever so slightly.

,,Come in.." Severus quickly opened the door. ,,Please, come in." He tried his best to smile warm-hearted but you could see him being nervous again.

,,Good evening." He kept his Head low. You'd love to see his face.

,,Good evening , how are you?“ The both of you talked about your day and silently took a seat on the couch after finishing the smalltalk. The warmth of the Cabin reached you to the armchair. Severus sat across of you and began to rumble with his words.

,,I - Yesterday I went to Hogsmeade. I had to get some books and ingredients. And erm I - I came across the jewellery store and uh something catched my eye. I bought it for you." You felt your cheeks glow again. Severus stood up to grab a small package from above the cabin. For you?

,,But Severus- you didn't have to." Flustered you accepted the package as he handed it to you.

,,But it's almost Christmas and I really wanted to get you something." He almost whispered. With slightly shaking hands you opened it up. A small silver Hair needle fell into your hands. It was very pretty handcrafted and at the top was a green stone. It looked like it belong to a Slytherin and you couldn't help but smile. It was the prettiest thing you have gotten since a long time and it really made your heart flatter. The beautiful silver and the pretty green made it look like it belonged to someone royal.

,,It's so pretty." You looked up to his curious eyes. ,,Thank you so much , Sev. I don't know what to say." Small tears formed in the corner of your eyes and you couldn't help but cover your mouth while looking at the beautiful accessory. The Stone seemed to shine because of the dim light from the cabin. He really got something for you.

,,You like it?" Severus asked and his nervousness faded.

,,I love it." With a bright smile you stood up and fell into his arm. Crossing your arms around his neck and thanking him a million times. As you slightly let go of him you looked at him joking. ,,But you know those aren't my house colours right?" Again he smiled.

,,I know. I - I wanted to give you something that uh reminds you of me." Your smile faded and now the first tears started to roll down your face. It was such a thoughtful gift with a great meaning. You couldn't remember getting such a thoughtful and nice gift ever before.

,,Is everything okay,dear?" He hasty insured while checking your face.

,,Yes." You took a deep breath. ,,Yes. I will just dearly miss you over the holidays." He softly cupped the side of your arms and petted them before pulling you close again. This Time you could directly listen to his heartbeat. It was the first time he hugged you. You always hugged him but he never tried to hug or touch you.

,,I'll miss you too, I guess." He said almost cooing. ,,But maybe we can meet sometime? I mean only if your schedule allows and you're willing to-"

,,I'd love that, Sev." Now he pushed you away a few inches to look into your face. Your Tears already have stopped now by the feeling of being flustered taking over.

,,Sev?" He asked now.

You chuckled. ,,I think that's a cute nickname." You stated and he couldn't help himself but smile as well. He liked it too. ,,Are you ready for your Present?“ As you sat down again , took out the present of your small bag you began to nervously smooth out the edges of your wrapping paper. ,,I feel like I should have get you something else after receiving your gift." Embarrassed you turned red and handed it to him. But Severus didn’t mind, excited he opened it up. After holding it in his hands he began to smile widely. A black scarf which- for once- matched his height and wasn’t way too short like the regular ones.

,,Did you made it yourself?" He asked after noticing his small initials stitched into the fabric as he brushed over them with his fingertips.

You nodded. ,,Yes.“ Smiling he moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug. ,,That's the best thing I've ever gotten." He admitted and enjoyed being close to you in this intense Moment.

,,I'm glad you think so." Feeling relief you noticed how short your breath has gotten by now.  What’d you give to be even closer to him by now. Seconds passed and you didn’t let go of him, you simply didn’t dared to. The Moment he’d let go of you, you’d miss his touch instantly. But when his tall hands slowly stroked over your back you didn’t  felt like he’d want to let go as well.

A loud knock made you both tear apart. Scared you looked back to Severus. He looked as confused as you did.

,,Enter.“ Grabbing your Wand you got up, walking together with Severus to the door to see who interrupted you.

Hagrid almost tripped into the Chambers. ,,Ms. YLN, here you are. I need ya help! It’s about the Babies.“ He looked so panicked and your heart almost ripped apart but you just gave Severus a quick smile.

,,I´m sorry, I erm it’s urgent. .. I uh can be back in an hour. Is that alright?“ He quickly nodded and by that Hagrid grabbed your Hand to rush after him. Following this Giant Man you sighed. There was no worse timing right now. He pulled you right out of your Bubble of being close to Severus.

,,What happened to them?“ You asked him as he continued to hurry towards his hut.

,,Somethin´ in da forbidden Forrest bid them. Dunno know what to do!“ Pressing your Lips together you thought about Spells which could help you. If they were so small it could quickly be too late for any help if they didn’t got the right help. Quickly running to the small Baby Bowtruckle laying on Hagrids Table you inspected their wounds.

,,Shh, it’s okay. Let me have a look.“ The tiny leg was bent in weird directions and a small bite was visible. Taking out your wand you quickly healed the wound and took care of the small lad.

,,Do you have an idea what could’ve bitten them?“ Hagrid just shook his head. Sighing you let the Bowtruckles walk over your hand.

,,I can take them with me. It’s not the same like the forrest but they could grow up being safe.“ Hagrid helped you bringing them to your classroom before you quickly hurried back to Severus. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad.

Knocking you flattened the wrinkles on your dress. Severus opened the Door rather slow. He nervously scratched his head. His black hair was now tucked behind one of his ears.

,,I wasn’t expecting you to be back so quickly. Or to return at all.“ He admitted and you could already smell the Dinner he was cooking.

,,It was about the Bowtruckles I told you about. I brought them to my Classroom. Now I’m all yours, I promise.“ He let you slide inside and as you watched his movements you noticed that he was as flustered as you were.

,,If you want to you can keep reading until I’m done cooking?“ His Insecurities were still visible but as you smiled at him his tension faded.

,,Sure.“ Approving his idea you made your way to his living room as he continued cooking. As you watched him buzzing around in his kitchen from afar you opened your hair to adjust the hair needle he gifted you earlier. It fitted perfectly. A lot of hair needles were to short for your long yhc Hair but this one could hold everything in place easily and made you feel like a princess. You walked over to the mirror on the wall to look at your hair. You really liked it more this way. He got you the perfect present. Happy about the present you sadly realised how you forgot to bring your present for him at your chamber. You knitted him a scarf because you noticed how he never had one besides him. The green and black matching the house he was the head of.

,,You truly are beautiful." You slightly got scared as you didn't noticed how he stepped behind you. Your cheeks directly became red again. ,,Thank you.“ He took the Book from the top of the shelf where he lastly placed it only to put it in your Hands.

,,I´ll try to hurry.“ He assured before heading back to the kitchen.

If your students would hear his voice right now they would highly doubt it was him. His usual demanding voice now was low and casual and by that he went into the kitchen. Sitting down on his Armchair you could sometimes hear him mutter some small words like ,Fucking garlic' or something else which made you smile even more.

Who would have thought that you would sit on his Armchair on a peaceful night , reading a book as he was cooking for the both of you? It was almost like a date. Well actually that wasn't true. It felt like the future you wished so deeply for as a kid. The only difference was that you imagined it to be your husband but you didn't mind it being Severus. You knew he would never feel the same as you do. It was okay. It truly was. Sometimes you wished you could show him some affection- but he wouldn't like it. Being friends - which was obviously a huge step to make - was totally enough. You could hide your feelings if you had to. Having a good friend was all you ever asked for so you shouldn't bother yourself or even him with feelings who could ruin it all in a minute.

,,In 10 Minutes Dinner will be ready." He loudly announced from the kitchen. Surprised you looked up. He still hurried around the kitchen. Slowly you turned back a few pages. As you were lost inside your thoughts you couldn't remember what you just have had read. Putting a small paper in the book between the pages and closing it you had to sigh. Soon it will be Christmas and it would be your third one in Hogwarts. Maybe Severus would be here? Lost in your thought you walked over the kitchen where you spotted Severus opening some Wine. His arms pulled the cork without any sign of effort.

He scanned my face with his eyes and then made his way over to the oven where he pulled out some casserole. It smelled like heaven and soon the whole kitchen had it in the air. His movements made your Thoughts wander. His Arms were so strong- you never seemed to notice before.

,,Whats on your mind?“ Carefully he added a few last ingredients to the food as he pulled you out of your thoughts.

,,I erm was wondering how you celebrate Christmas?“ You lied blushing as he caught you thinking about him.

,,Actually I don't celebrate it. I don't celebrate anything." Shocked you now looked at him.

,,Not even your Birthday?" He shook his head which made his hair whip.

,,Not even my Birthday."

,,Severus! Who hurt you?" He had to laugh about your unbelievable expression. While pulling out a chair for you.

,,There's no sense in celebrating alone." Severus simply stated, pushing your chair slightly towards the table.

,,Thanks.“ Mumbling you thought about this nonsense. ,,Of course it is! I do it too." You added.

,,Then how do you celebrate it?" He now asked curiously and looked at you sitting down across of you.

,,I always celebrated it with my Family but since I work at Hogwarts I just.. spend it alone. Anyways firstly I get all the presents for everyone and make sure they arrive at the right place. Then I get a Christmas tree and decorate it. Afterwards I bake some cookies and in the evening I sit down to read a book and eat all those cookies. As simple as that." As you finished you expected him to say something but he kept on listening to you. ,,It sounds a little bit sad but it isn't that bad. I uh I try to enjoy my own company." Severus felt a little bit of pity. He knew you are really attached to other people and knowing you spend days which are important to you alone made his heart sink. He simply knew too well how being alone feels like.

,,As I already said, I uh would love to see you.“ He tried to uplift the Mood and placed some Food on your Plates. Nodding you thanked him. ,,I can’t wait.“ You admitted again and held up your Glas of wine.

,,Thank you for cooking for us and thank you for your present.“ He copied your movements and you slightly pushed your Glasses together. After you both took small sips from your wine you began to dine. His eyes always made sure you weren't spitting it out or something but actually you haven't had any reason for it.

,,It's really delicious. I never knew you were such a great cook?“ He chewed up and answered chuckling.

„I haven’t cooked for you before. Or anyone in general, so how would you know?“ You joined his chuckles and took a sip of wine again. As you tried to stretch your legs a little bit you accidentally touched his leg. Instantly his glance got up to yours and you pulled back your legs. It was like a small electric shock. A good one indeed.

,,S-Sorry." Blushing you locked my eyes with your plate. Your heart was pumping so fast you couldn't taste anything  of the food in your mouth anymore. Your nerves got foggy and your hands numb. Carefully you pushed around some broccoli on your plate. You liked touching his leg but he did he too? Did you reveal yourself? Carefully looking up he did the same thing you did a few seconds ago. Moving around some veggies on his plate. Was he bored of you? You didn’t knew. The air filled with so much tense it got harder to breathe. Biting on your lip you got an idea. It would cost some courage but it wasn't impossible to do. If it would fail you could simply excuse yourself by it being an accident but right now you had to know how he'd react. Laying down the silverware silently you carefully stretched out your leg towards his.

Now your legs were touching and you didn't dare to look up. The silence thickened and as it almost got too much he laid down the silverware himself and put one of his hands on your knee. Too excited your breaths got irregular and you could feel his heat storming through your body. With his thumb he started to draw small circles on your leg and as he continued for a while you looked up to him. Your face was probably fully blushed but he didn't seem to care. His dark eyes which have never looked this dark locked with yours. His expression didn't reveal anything. Was he enjoying it? Was he doing it because he thought it was what you wanted? Well, it was what you wanted but he just isn't the type of guy who'd do anything just because he think you’d expect it. Slowly his hand started to wander. A few millimetres upwards and you almost couldn't help yourself. Your thoughts wandered to things you could never say out loud. Imagining his fingers on places of your body you usually only touch myself.

As you realised how shaky your breath left my throat you grabbed your Glas of wine and flushed it all down. A small smirk appeared on his face.

,,Some more?" Quickly you nodded. You´d say yes to anything he would ask you to right now. He had the full control over you, you thought. How could a simple man make you so weak within seconds?

,,Want to continue this on the couch?“ Quick your legs pushed yourself up from the chair and you walked over to the living room. Not being able to answer him with your words. The whole Situation just became more interesting than you firstly anticipated beforehand. The mood has completely changed. There was something else in the air which you haven't felt before that intensive. Severus again opened another bottle of wine and now sat down directly next to you. He never did that. Usually there was atleast one pillow size distance between you or he sat in his Armchair. But now his legs touched yours and his arm touched yours as he leaned forward to the desk to reach for our glasses.

,,Thanks." You whispered and you felt like as if this wasn't anything you could dream of. The smell of his Aftershave filled your nose and the fabric of his trousers against your bare knees got you shaking. Silently you drank the first glass in silence. But at our second Glas he laid his hand on your leg. Not on your knee. On your Leg. Right before the fabric of your skirt started to hide your skin. Did he knew what he did to you? Could he feel your heartbeat? Could he feel your butterflies?

Closing your eyes I felt the alcohol hitting your nerves. It wouldn't take much to make you drunk but right now you felt like you would need every drip of any type of alcohol you could possibly get. Carefully you moved your head to your side to look at his face. He softly swung his wine in his hand and drank it too. His pink small lips cupped the Glas corner  and his hair flew a few inches back as he put his head into his neck and drank up. As he stood his Glas back down you wanted to be more offensive. He seemed to be interested, you thought. Slowly and with my glance on the cabin you widened your neckline to reveal more of my chest. His eyes hushed over to see what you were doing. Slowly, torturing slowly you revealed a small part of your throat. Continuing you showed him more and more. His hand on your leg clutched his fingers a little bit stronger into your flesh. You continued until you almost revealed your bra. As you looked over to him now he smiled slightly.

,,You're beautiful." He whispered. ,,I can only repeat myself.“ Slowly you pushed your weight a little bit up to sit down on his lap. His Hands instantly guided you. Making sure you were comfortable. Now you could hear his irregular breath as well.

,,I really like you, Severus." You admitted as you hugged him closely again. His Hands again rubbed your back and as you felt him stiffen under you you almost inaudible moaned. Hoping instantly this wasn’t the day he’d break your heart by telling you to back off.

,,The last few months uh I felt like I was acting like a freak and it took me some time until I understood that I maybe just got confused by something. Or someone." You now stopped in your tracks to look at him again.

,,Someone?" You asked.

,,You." His cheeks were red. ,,I really like you." He didn't knew where his courage came from but he knew it was the right time to finally admit it.

,,Really?“ You couldn't move out of fear of scaring him and his feelings away. Your heart beat so hard you feared he could see it banging from your chest. Did he really just say that? Or did the wine you had at dinner fogged your senses. Did he really just admit that to you?

,,You Don't have to feel the same but I wanted to let you know that i like you more than just friends.“ As he intended to back up a little bit you quickly moved towards him and pressed your lips against his. In your chest was a firework exploding and butterflies from the night escaping to your stomach. Softly he kissed you back and put his hands on your hips where they used to rest until the kiss was paused so the both of you could catch some air.

,,I like you too. More than just friends“ You whispered smiling.

His lips brushed against your earlobe. The words he spoke made your emotions going even more crazy. You could scream out of tension, happiness and even more out of lust. Being this close to him made you go crazy. You wanted to have Sex with him all night and at the same time you felt like this was an even more intimate Moment than you ever had before.

,,Would you like to stay for the night?" His raspy dark voice sounded like it just got even darker than before.

,,I’d love to.“ And again his Lips touched yours. Slowly and more passionate this time. The Night continued in more and more Intimacy. The Both of you wouldn’t spent Christmas alone this year nor the following ones.

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[REPOST] MY 2K WORD COMMENTARY/ANALYSIS OF RANBOO’S LORE STREAM

‼️‼️This post contains lore spoilers from Ranboo’s 4/23 stream, “The Enderwalk Saga. Chapter 1: The Lessons”. If you haven’t seen that stream don’t read ahead unless you want spoilers‼️‼️

disclaimer: this isnt really an analysis as much as a bunch of commentary and half-baked theories.

-on the way to the mansion he was sort of talking to himself saying stuff like "i'm good i'm good" which m a y be a normal thing but also maybe it's not and it flew over our heads cause he talks to chats and donos like that so often

-again, this one may just be a normal thing but when he was climbing up the stairs in the mansion looking for foolish, he repeats some of his words like down to the exact same tone of voice and everything. 12:42,  "this mansion is way too big actually. this mansion is way too big actually." (why the repeated actually? seems odd to me but again it might just be a normal thing that i haven't picked up on). (right after) "okay okay lemme find him lemme find him" again repeated words in the e x a c t same tone.

-does everyone know about ranboo's silk touch hands ability thing? or was that just a techno and ranboo main character moment. bc if it was, how would foolish know that ranboo could pick up the full cake after it'd been partially eaten. unless everyone on the sever knows about that in which case this means nothing. but if they d o n t know... how would foolish know? ranboo wrote about it in the do not read book so maybe if it's not a publicly known thing maybe foolish got his hands on the book and read it??

-14:53-ish, they're talking about the war room and how it was for tubbo or whatever and ranboo says, and i quote "he prepares for lore but he's never gonna do it." now funny thing is at first i couldn't tell if he said "war" like in reference to the war room or "lore". but after playing the clip over and over i can say with ALMOST 100% certainty that he said lore. there is a definite L sound at the beginning of the word. which either means a) this was a slip up (doubtful bc he said later that there were no mistakes), b) he broke the fourth wall because they were supposed to be rping at that point, or c) i'm completely wrong and he said "war" which leads down an entire other road of possibilities

-15:17 "are you a book reader?" "*checks inventory for do not read book* uh yeah i'd say i'm a book reader-" dunno how i didn't catch this the first time I HATE THAT DAMN BOOK

-15:18 there's blue in his hotbar. where did he get the blue.

-16:40 "it's like a metaphor- i have two minds: i have my normal self, my normal little shift-dancing self, and then the builder one. the builder one is demanding. it's a very demanding mind." ranboo then lets out a weird sigh after this. i feel like what foolish was talking about was an indirect(?) parallel to ranboo in and out of enderwalk, there's how he normally is, trying to do best for others, and then there's enderwalk, meeting up with bad guys and "demanding" things (its very late as i write this i really don't know what i'm talking about)

-17:11 "you have your panic closet" i'm sorry his what now 😀 no but seriously how the hell did i miss some of these

-18:04 "you're asking me if i remember?" very funny ranboo thank you for making jokes in these trying times

-18:25 WHY DID HE GET OUT THE AXE WHEN STARING AT THE BEE

-19:38 why did foolish hold the grass block- most of these observations probably mean nothing but- h u h - is that- i'm too tired for this

-19:54 "i never properly thanked you for the deal you made with me" so foolish got something out of this deal, we're not sure if ranboo did. "the green cardboard box" again do you mean dream's house- but seriously the only people i can think of on the server that are associated with green are dream and sam. and i have no idea what cardboard box could be referring to.  foolish got a lime colored shulker from drista

-20:30 "we're supposed to only talk about it at a certain location" hmm now where would that be? panic room maybe? cause like usually after doing a big thing in the enderwalk state ranboo wakes up in the panic room so maybe?  the deal was that they only talk about it in his house

-21:52 how does ranboo receive(?) the lessons? like are they whispered to him in his mind or is he seeing them as words in front of him like we see? hmm

-"Lesson 14: If you have the opportunity to gain a favor, take it." "gain a favor" don't you usually ask people for favors though? how does one "gain a favor"? anyways i'm pretty sure lesson 14 has to do with the deal foolish was talking about. (the deal explained because i now have info: at some point a bit ago foolish met up with ranboo and asked to make a deal, he'd gotten a shulker box from drista. the deal was that ranboo would have ownership of the box, it would be under his name but foolish rents/borrows it indefinitely. ranboo negotiated that if he took ownership of the box he would get a "war favor"  from foolish where if something happens that creates sides, ranboo can ask him a favor that could change his side. but why would foolish want ranboo to have ownership of the shulker you may ask? well i have an answer for you. a theory actually but still. basically since drista technically isn't supposed to give out shit on the server if someone where to have that stuff then they may get in trouble. foolish wants to be able to use the shulker but if it gets found he doesn't want to get in trouble, so he can blame it on ranboo seeing as it's under his name.)

-22:16-ish "i still have this from when you *can't understand whats said here*" well i guess that sort of explains why he had the grass block? idk man (info update: he had the grass block from when ranboo threw it at him telling him to calm down like what ghostbur does with blue)

-31:35 "i figured out how to cause it" how to cause the enderwalk state

-38:30 "ninety three lessons" I STILL DONT KNOW WHY HE KEPT SAYING NINETY THREE AND NOT NINETY FOUR AND ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY LMAO

-39:01 "it's all for the greater good" okay well when are you gonna start thinking about yourself and not everyone else for once huh. self care bitch.

-40:31 he started holding the axe when he was looking at sam- gonna say it i really don't like that axe ahahah- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THE AXE IS NAMED "axe of ender" I DONT LIKE THAT I DONT LIKE THAT AT ALL

-41:53 is there something?? physically keeping him from telling sam??? or maybe it's sort of like his enderwalk state taking control to make him shut the fuck up??? so many questions and approximately zero answers

-43:18 ranboo raising his voice legitimately scares me 😀👍

-"Lesson 27: Do not reminisce on what you have lost for it will weigh you down." showed up when he was thinking about and REMINISCING about the community house 👀👀

-"Lesson 53: Never fully trust anyone." showed up literally after he said that he thinks he can trust the other people on the server enough to tell them about what he did

-"Lesson 67: Leave no evidence of what you have helped with." this is different from the others because there doesn't seem to be at least a semi-direct connection to it? unless maybe at the time ranboo was near something he may have "helped with"? not sure about this one

-"Lesson 94: DO NOT LET THEM KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE" yeah yeah i get it i get it he's fucked up some shit in enderwalk i don't feel like analyzing this thanks

-OH OH NOTICE HOW HE SAYS "REMEMBERING" WHEN THE LESSONS SHOW UP. IMPLYING THAT THIS ISNT A NEW THING, ITS HAPPENED BEFORE AND NOW HES REMEMBERING IT. MAYBE HE WROTE DOWN THE LESSONS WHEN HE WAS IN ENDERWALK AND NOW THAT HES BEEN EXPERIMENTING ITS BEEN EASIER FOR HIM TO REMEMBER THOSE ENDERWALK MEMORIES

-okokok the experiments are that he's been e x p e r i m e n t i n g on how to purposefully induce the enderwalk state. and we know now that it wasn't from the pain of the water because on the stream afterwords he said that it's caused by the intense fear of something happening. and so the "side effects" of the experiments is that since he's in enderwalk more often(?) he starts remembering more things from it

-OH MY GOD WAIT "there is a reason sam, there's so many reasons, theres ninety three of them" (44:47) WHAT IF EVERY LESSON IS TIED TO A QUOTE UNQUOTE "reason" THAT RANBOO THINKS HES A BAD PERSON/NEEDS TO BE LOCKED UP BUT HE SAYS NINETY THREE INSTEAD OF NINETY FOUR BECAUSE THE NINETY FOURTH LESSON DOESNT HAVE A REASON YET/HE DOESNT REMEMBER IT HAVING A REASON

-dude honestly the whole sam part hurts so much this man is scarily good at acting

-46:46 "i cant put you in the prison you wouldn't be able to see michael anymore" bestie that's the point he doesn't want to accidentally hurt michael or tubbo in the enderwalk state—

-okay but there's no way that sam couldn't tell that ranboo was at least TRYING to confess to something- i feel like he definitely knows more than he's letting on because usually like when people do bad shit or admit to doing bad shit he's like in Prison Guard Mode™️ (he literally cut off ponk's arm because he stole some keycards or something) and whatever and idk what he knows but he definitely knows something and is trying to protect ranboo. or he's trying to manipulate him or smth either one works—

-50:38 "you are a good person" "i am?" you can hear my heart shatter. "yes you are" "i don't think so sam" "i do, even if you don't" "i really don't think so" and there it goes again

-51:25 hello badboyhalo i see you to the left of ranboo

-52:44 "but then my curiosity got the best of me" curiosity killed the cat, bitch

-52:54 "there's ninety three, ninety four, ninety- theres so many reasons!" SEE!! NOT ONLY ARE THERE THAT MANY LESSONS THERE ARE REASONS THAT CORRESPOND IM S O SMART—

-52:56 "i don't want to remember anymore!" *quietly brings forth my theory that when ranboo loses a canon life his memory gets wiped*

-53:13 "ive opened pandora's box" isn't the prison?? literally called pandora's VAULT??? so this m a y be a stretch but i'm thinking that maybe this could be taken in the literal sense that he "opened" the prison and let dream out (the sirens at the end of quackity's stream confirm that dream is indeed out)

-53:42 mans just straight up walked through a ghost i—

-55:37 so are we just gonna ignore the eleventh page of the book? "he's alive, but hopefully soon dream won't be"??? alright nevermind it's most likely bc when tommy came back he recruited ranboo in his plan to kill dream

-55:47 notice how he writes "what am i?" as opposed to "who am i?" no elaboration here idk what it could be

-56:08 just so it's clear for anyone who doesn't know- he's wearing armor at this point, and i'm like 90% sure that when he wears his armor water can't hurt him. and i saw someone say somewhere that like with splash potions when thrown it turns into a gas-like thing? so again, it didn't hurt him, he didn't get hurt. he said in the chill stream that he wasn't comfortable making it where his character had to hurt himself to do that. the thing that causes the enderwalk isn't pain, it's intense and sudden emotions like fear and stress. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

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a / n - first and foremost this fic will include body shaming, if this makes you uncomfortable i apologise. The title is a joke in reference to this stupid ass tiktok song, i apologise for that too.  anyways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, but there needs to be a common understanding that there will be no dramatic throwing of anyone through a wall or anything lmao. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice. also please leave feedback if you have any. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner.  that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

(9/23/20)

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You loved going out. Truly! You just didn’t love having to get all “dressed up” to do it. You were all for the clubs and the dancing and the social drinking, but you just didn’t understand why you couldn’t do all of that in a pair of jeans and a nice blouse.

When you said this to your friends over facetime you were met with a chorus of boos and made to spend the next hour and half trying on different clubbing outfits for them. You tried explaining to them that it was just a Tinder date and that you’d never be caught dead dressing some type of way, but they insisted on you wearing something sexier, so you did.

Despite your combatance, you ended up liking the outfit they had chosen. It was a sheer black bodysuit over a fancy decorative red bra, and a black faux leather skirt that was definitely shorter than you remember it being when you bought it. Paired with some cute heels, you found yourself forgetting its missing length and enjoying the way it hugged your curves, even the ones you were self conscious about. After your friends showered you in compliments, you checked the time and quickly hung up, using your last few minutes to put on some simple makeup and check your hair.

As you rode to the club in your uber, you found yourself less worried than before. Even if the date didn’t go well, at least you looked good! Not to mention, you were more than capable of buying your own drinks, so there was nothing to stress about.

When the uber stopped in front of the club you smiled to yourself. Your timing had been perfect and there was barely a line out front. Before you knew it you were flashing your ID and stepping inside. Despite it being earlier in the night the club was already full of people. Your eyes scanned the large room, as you carefully headed to the bar, looking for your date. It wasn’t too long until your eyes landed on the man you were there to meet. Pulling out your phone and checking the Tinder pictures one more time for conformation, you walked up to him.

“Uh, Minsik?” You asked loudly, over the music.

The man turned around, the smile on his face falling a bit as he took you in, “Ah, y/n, glad you could make it.” The male responded, an obviously forced chipperness to his tone.

“Yea, haha, hey thanks for inviting me out tonight,” you respond, trying not to get discouraged too quickly.

“Ha, no problem,” Minsik grabs his glass from the bar, taking a swing, “so,” he gestures out towards you, “you look uhm, different from your photos.”

His laugh awkward as your brows furrow, “Oh do I? How so?”

The man's hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, “You are just definitely more, erm, boisterous.”  

“I’m sorry?” you questioned, the anger setting in right on top of the quickly growing sadness.

He shot back the rest of his drink and sighed, “You’re bigger than you seemed in your pictures,” your jaw dropped as he looked from you to the bottom of his cup, “when I said I liked thick girls, you aren’t exactly what I meant,” he said bitterly, signaling for a refill.

You stood there baffled. Before you could even think of the words to respond with, he was throwing his arm casually around your shoulder, “But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do just fine for a quick fuck. It’s all about the motion of the ocean right?” He laughed at his own lame joke, “And there is definitely a lot of ocean to be moving.”

“Hey, ass hole, why don’t you just fuck off, yea?” A voice from behind you said. The arm that was once around your shoulder, had been flung off and was resting by Minsik’s side.

“Why don’t you mind your own business, hmm, tough guy?” Minsik replied, the hostility increasing quickly.

The man who spoke from behind you stepped forward, “Or what? I don’t waste time fighting pricks, plus you’re obviously blind so this wouldn’t really be a fair fight now would it?” The man’s tone was mocking, his deep voice somehow playful and deathly serious all at the same time.

“Oh, fuck you,” Minsik replied, rolling his eyes.

The man just chuckled, “I’m sure you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

“If your problem here is with this fat bitch, you can take her dude. I was just here to get l-” before he could finish his sentence, the mystery man had him by the collar. The tips of his ears red with anger, he pulled Minsik close.

“If you say one more damn thing about this woman and her weight, I swear to god, I will beat you within an inch of your life,” he let go of Minsik roughly, throwing him back hard enough to make him stumble into the bar counter, “Why don’t you go find someone to try and stick your micro-penis in for the night huh? You couldn’t take care of her needs anyway.”

Minsik stood up straight as if he were going to throw a punch or say something smart, but instead he turned around and shoved his way through the crowd that had formed in the midst of the scene they’d caused. You couldn’t help but to stand in awe at the scene that had played out in front of you. Normally you were able to stand up for yourself, maybe it was Minsik’s nonchalance about being an asshole that threw you off, maybe it was that you really thought things would go well, or maybe it was the random guy who decided to take matters into his own hands. Either way, it was a shock and now the man was turning to face you.

“Hey, I’m sorry that I involved myself in your situation, I just,” he looked off to the side awkwardly, “I couldn’t stand to see or hear any of that shit. I heard your name and looked up thinking you might have been someone that I knew and when I realised that you weren’t I couldn’t help but also notice how nice you look. I figured this was the probably the last way you had planned on spending your evening.”

You chuckled sadly, “Well, it was definitely a punch to the self confidence I was building up, but thank you for stepping in. The whole thing really threw me for a loop and I’m glad there was someone kind enough around to defend me.”

“Yea, of course,” a small smile fell upon his face as he noticed you finally taking him in. Wow, what a beautiful man he was. Silver hair slicked back, full lips tinted pink, his eyes dark and piercing, his jawline was sharp and angular, and you weren’t even started on the way he was dressed, or how his leather jacket was hugging his arms just right.

“I just saw some dude being a dickhead to an absolute goddess and had to step in,” he shot you a wink and you rolled your eyes, despite the telling smile that formed on your lips, “I mean, if you’re really worried about that ‘punch to the self confidence’, I can always take you back to my place and patch up the damage?”

Despite the fact that seconds ago you were already purchasing an uber back home, you found yourself very quickly warming up to the new opportunity this man had laid in front of you, “Well, I would have never guessed you were a doctor of any sort, granted, I don’t even know your name so...” You trailed off.  

“Oh shit,” he laughed, “I’m Seungcheol, some people call me doctor, friends call me S.Coups, and if my medical prowess is correct,” he leaned in close, taking you by surprise, “in about thirty minutes, you’ll be calling me Daddy.”

You can’t help but to flush at his statement, “What a bold choice words there Dr. Seungcheol, now does your medical expertise guarantee that as a promise?”

Seungcheol smiles back at you, as he reaches out and takes your hand, “A promise?” He asked playfully, licking his bottom lip, “Baby girl that was no promise, it was a threat,” he says cheekily. You follow behind him as you exit the club. Your heart pounding in your chest distracts you from the fact that you didn’t even get one drink in before you left.

Though you doubt him being a doctor, it was very obvious that whatever he did made him a lot of money because the vehicle he led you to was more than luxurious. Like a true gentleman he opened the door for you. You thanked him softly and he winked at you, closing the door and walking to the drivers side. Once you two were buckled up and on the road it didn’t take long for the sexual tension to really set in. Seungcheol put on a playlist that was something out of a movie. Sensual songs with deep bass, in a foreign language, something you couldn’t really grasp on to. Not that you could focus on the lyrics anyways as his large hand on your plush thigh was proving to be the biggest distraction you’d ever come in contact with in your life.

His strong grip would come out of nowhere. As he moved his hand in slow random circles you couldn’t keep your breath from getting caught in your throat and the smirk that danced across his lips let you know that he was fully aware of the effect her was having on you.

“Baby girl, you’re looking a little tense,” he teased as his hand drifted further up your thigh, squeezing your exposed skin roughly, “everything okay?”

You shot him a look, but replied sweetly, “Oh, yes sir. I’m doing quite well right now.”

Placing your hand on his, you guided his grip as high as you could with your skirt and cute pudge in the way. You watched as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes drifting back and forth between the road in front of him and where his hand was.

You were so grateful when he finally parked his car in a parking garage and led you into a fancy apartment building. He kept his keys in his hand so he could open his door quickly. You imagined that the ride in the elevator to the top floor would have felt infinite if it weren’t for the fact that as soon as the doors closed he had you pressed up against the cool metal wall, his plump lips on yours and then on your neck and then whispering lewd things into your ear. When the elevator beeped announcing your arrival to his floor, he was off you in an instant. He pulled at the sides of his leather jacket, straightening it, before pulling at the hem of your skirt to bring it back to its original state.

He took your arm in his, “Important people live here,” he whispered to you, “I can’t go around looking as if I just made out with someone in an elevator. I’m dignified.” You giggle and he flashes you a quick smile before leading you off the elevator. Nodding his hello to the few people waiting to step on.

It was true they looked important, all wearing nice dress clothing and jewelry, but they were quickly forgotten as he flung open his door and dragged you inside. He gave you no time to look around and your introduction to the place was once again being pushed up against a cold wall. You both awkwardly kicked off your shoes as he pressed his lips to yours. Seungcheol’s hands unabashedly groped at your body, happily grabbing at all the parts you were worried about.

His tongue had long ago entered your mouth and become well acquainted with your own. His hands finally left your clothed body and came up to cup your plump face. Somehow he managed to deepen the kiss and it wasn’t until you let out a soft whimper that he pulled away allowing you to catch your breath. He chuckled at the way your eyes looked up at him innocently, even though your swollen lips easily gave away the fact that you weren’t doing anything so naïf.

“C’mon baby, you’re making it real hard for me to keep my hands off of you,” he said matter-of-factly as he grabbed your hand and drug you through his apartment to his room. Once in the room he didn’t even bother to close the door before he started to remove his clothing. You backed up and sat on the edge of his bed as he peeled the leather jacket off his muscular arms. Underneath it was a tight button up that had you all but drooling over yourself. He focused intently on unbuttoning it, but when he looked up and saw the darkness in your eyes he opted to just roll up the sleeves. Walking towards you, he lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to keep your eye contact with him.

“The way you’re looking at me, I’d think you were starved baby girl,” his face was playful, but his tone was dangerous, “let's speed this up, mkay? Be a good girl for Daddy and get undressed.”

“Okay Daddy,” you responded breathily, as he released his grip and allowed you to stand up.

“It’s cute how obedient you are already, I’ll have to take real good care of you tonight.” The comment was off-handed as he finally pulled off the button up and began undoing his belt. You clumsily took off your clothes, trying to keep looking at the man getting undressed. His tan skin was beautiful and his build was perfect. You could tell he worked out, having muscular arms and a nice v-line, but his abs weren’t super prominent and his healthy glow made him all the more irresistible.

When he was down to his Calvin’s and you were down to your thong, he stopped you. Seungcheol walked up to you and turned you around to face away from him. Immediately he pressed his body to yours. You let out a soft mewl when you felt his hardness pressed against your barely clothed ass. His strong and work roughened hands ran up your ample body, one stopping on your plump stomach and the other running up to wrap around your throat. His skilled grip was just tight enough to have you reeling.

“I might be a bit rough with you pretty girl,” his deep voice in your ear as he nibbled gently on it, “promise you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much, alright?”

“I will Daddy,” you breathed out and he ground his erection against your ass.

“Good girl,” his grip fell from your throat and you took a deep, full breath.

“Go ahead and climb on to the bed for Daddy.”

Without a response you did as you were told. You really couldn’t remember the last time any man had made you feel this needy or compliant. Luckily, the handsome man didn’t give you much time to think about why he had this effect on you because before your thoughts could wander too far, the bed was dipping behind you and his hands were gripping your ass harshly.

“It's amazing how you can look this good from the back and even better from the front,” he commented playfully, his hands kneading the exposed flesh.

Before you could comment his hand was coming down against your bare ass, your breath hitching and being replaced with a moan. When the lewd noise left your lips, Seungcheol took it as his confirmation that he could actually be as rough with you as he wanted to be. His hand came down once more, the slap a little harder than before. He continued the same way a couple more times, each time receiving a moan a little louder than the last. Then without warning, two of his fingers were running across your wet heat, leaving you panting.

“Oh wow,” he cooed, “It seems like this pretty little girl really enjoyed that. I didn’t expect you to get so wet from something so simple.”

You were glad that he couldn’t see your face as it was more than red from the ache of embarrassment.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you didn’t get this treatment often,” Seungcheol commented offhandedly.

“Well, I don’t,” you mumbled.

Seungcheol did his best to hide the surprise on his face, “Turn over baby, look at me.”

You once again did as you were told and rolled to your back. Seungcheol quickly climbed over you, pressing his thigh against your still clothed heat, “So no one is regularly taking care of you, hmm?”

“Oh my god, can we not have this conversation,” you exclaim as you try to cover your face, mortified, but Seungcheol grabs your hands and pins them beside your head. He presses his thigh against you and watches you mewl, “C’mon baby girl, answer my question, is no one taking care of your needs? Do you want Daddy to do that? Want Daddy to really fuck you up princess?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide, and nodded, “P-please Daddy.”

Without another word, Seungcheol sat back and before you could even process what he was doing your thong was being discarded somewhere behind him and one of his fingers was slowly pressing inside of you. An almost whiny moan left your mouth as he began moving it in and out of you.

“You’re so tight, I’m gonna have to stretch you out really well before you can take me baby girl. Think you can be a good girl for Daddy and cum a few times on my fingers?”

The question was rhetorical but you found yourself moaning in response. Seungcheol doesn’t waste much time before adding a second finger and speeding up his movements. Praises leave his mouth easily, as you writhe about on the bed in pleasure. He honestly can’t remember the last time he found someone so beautiful and had been lucky enough to take them home, but here you were! If anything he was more lucky because he got to break you in, and he didn’t shy away from telling you that. 

“You look so pretty getting all worked up for me baby, I can feel you clamping down on my fingers, are you getting close?” He chuckled as he watched you bite on your bottom lip to stifle your moans, he couldn’t be bothered to get on to you for it, because it wasn’t as if it was actually working.

“Yea? You feeling good baby,” his tone was almost mocking and when he added a third finger you couldn’t help but come undone almost immediately. The moan you let out was nothing less than pornographic and Seungcheol was losing the ability to think straight. Even as your orgasm finished washing through you, he kept pumping his fingers into you. The oversensitivity setting in quickly, leaving you trying to squirm away from his touch, even though it just hurtsogood. He wasn’t having it, his free hand gripping roughly at your hip, keeping you and place.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked warningly, “be good for Daddy and take it, yea? I wanna see you cum on my fingers one more time.” Seungcheol accentuated his point by curling his fingers inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Oh there ya go,” he keened as you fluttered around his fingers, “thatta girl.”

Without much warning other than the silent scream that left your mouth, you were squirting around his fingers and he was watching in awe as your body quite literally shook with pleasure, “What a messy girl,” he teased as he continued to fill your leaking cunt with his fingers. The pleasure was too much, but you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. Your eyebrows knit together as he continued to finger you, until he was content.

As you laid there catching your breath, he pulled his boxers off his body. You glanced down and your eyes surely showed your surprise. His length was a bit above average, but the girth was otherworldly. Seungcheol used his clean hand to hold himself above you as he awkwardly leaned down to kiss you. You both groaned into the kiss as he rubbed his tip against your sensitive pussy. Without removing his lips from yours he slowly slid into you. Pulling away you throw your head back and he lets out a deep moan. He bottoms out inside you and stills, trying to catch the breath that he didn’t remember losing.

“I didn’t think you’d be so tight after I stretched you out, but fuck y/n,” he growled as you pulsated around him. You can barely focus on what he’s saying as your brain clouds over with pleasure. You had never been so full before.

“D-daddy, please move,” you beg and his instantly complies, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips forward. He does this a few more times, before he quickens his pace.

“Oh christ,” he groans out as he fucks into you, your hands alternating between gripping the sheets and scratching at his back.

“So big,” you mumble as your sensitivity increases, pushing you closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night. 

“God, this dripping pussy of your is really gripping onto Daddy’s cock,” he says through clenched teeth as he repositions you, putting one of your thick thighs over his shoulder. The new angle allowing him deeper inside you. In this position it doesn’t take you much longer before you are cumming around him. This only spurs him on more.

“So good for Daddy, you’re taking me so well, fuck, I’m so close.”

You chant “Daddy” “So good” and “Please don’t stop” like they’re the only words you know, too fucked out to think of anything else. You can tell he’s close by how rough and sporadic his thrusts become. The desperation behind each of his thrusts and the lewd noises now leaving his mouth, have the coil tightening in your stomach once more.

His lips connect to yours and then move to your neck, all sloppy and wet and then he presses his fingers to your clit, rubbing harsh, fast circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a choked scream of pleasure. Your vision goes white as you squirt for the second time that night, all over his cock. Seungcheol comes undone right after you, burying himself deep inside your sopping cunt.

He stays inside of you, as he leans down and kisses you. This time the kiss is softer and leaves you craving more just like it and thankfully the kisses don’t stop there. He kisses down your body, the same gentle kisses that he placed on your lips. His hands trail gently across the expanse of your plush and soft body. When he finally pulls out of you, he quickly climbs off the bed and returns with a water and a warm rag. The silence is less uncomfortable than you’d imagine it to be, instead it’s relaxing and you end up finding it nice that you don’t have to try and hold a conversation when you’re so spent.

Seungcheol places the water by the side of his bed that you are laying on before climbing in on the opposite side and pulling your body against his.

“I suppose I made the aftercare a little more intimate than it should have been for a normal one night stand, huh?” he chuckled awkwardly and you giggled softly.

“Yea, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone do that, not even my long term relationship partners,” you reply sleepily.

He brushes the hair from your face, “You just looked so gorgeous, I couldn’t help myself,” he pauses and just as you’re starting to drift off he speaks again, “maybe this one doesn’t have to be a one time thing.”

“Maybe not,” you say, curling up a little closer to him.

If your eyes weren't closed, you’d see the wide smile that passes across his face.

“I’m gonna wake you up in about thirty minutes because you should really go pee and drink some of that water.”

“Mhm,” you respond, officially half-asleep and he just chuckles.

[shoutosteakettle]

so technically right now we are at 499, but as someone who has little to no self-control or patience i’ve decided we are doing this right now. every time we hit a milestone i make sure to include the we or the us, because even though i might be the one doing all the writing or at least use to, there would be no way i could be where i am right now without you guys, so for what feels like the millionth time, i want to thank you guys. thank you for sticking with me through my highs and my lows. thank you for being there to catch me after all the times that i jumped. thank you for being the voice of reason guiding me away from my less than sensible choices. and thank you for being the light that shone brightest during my darkest moments.

you guys can just think of this celebration as a way for me to say thank you.

so i guess this banner is more appropriate.

anyways, i’m sure i already bored you to death with the sappy stuff, so let’s get to the fun stuff!

instead of one night where you guys send in request and i write drabbles, i’m not doing that at all. i have a list of different things that you request! i kinda went all out here, so i’m hoping you guys do the same! feel free to request as many times as you want for everything! i think i used to many exclamation marks! i’m just excited! 

first activity is matchups, i just need to know a couple of things about you so i can match your bnha counterpart :)

- gender

- sexual orientation

- how your friends would describe your personality

- how you would spend a day off

- your zodiac sign

- your favorite genre of music

- and lastly, your biggest turn off

so here are some prompts for fluff/angst headcannons! you can pick as many prompts from each alphabet as you want and the same for the characters, just remember not to go crazy with it and request all forty-eight letters with all of class 1-A.

fluff-abet

attractive - what do they find attractive about the other?

baby - do they want a family? why/why not?

cuddle - how do they cuddle?

dates - what are dates with them like?

everything - you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

feelings - when did they know they were in love?

gentle - are they gentle? If so, how?

hands - how do they like to hold hands?

impression - what was their first impression?

jealousy - do they get jealous?

kiss - how do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?

love - who says ‘I love you’ first?

memory - what’s their favourite memory together?

nickel - do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

orange - what colour reminds them of their other half?

pet names - what pet names do they use?

quaint - what is their favourite non-modern thing?

rainy day - what do they like to do on a rainy day?

sad - how do they cheer themselves/others up?

talking - what do they like to talk about?

unencumbered - what helps them relax?

vaunt - what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

wedding - when, how, where do they propose?

xylophone - what’s their song?

yes - do they ever think of getting married/proposing?

zebra - if they wanted a pet, what would they get?

anst-abet ignore the fact that this might just be more fluff

accident - would they blame themselves if you died in an work related accident (assuming you’re both pros)?

bad habits - something their s/o wish they would stop doing?

crying - are they much of a crier?

distance  - how are they at long distance relationships?

emotion - what’s the emotion they tend to push away the most?

frustrated - what would it take to push them over the edge?

guilt - how do they deal with guilt cause by a mistake on their end?

heartbreak - how would they deal with a break up?

insecurities - how do they make you feel better about your flaws (vice versa)?

joyless - what’s something that makes them sad?

kill - would they kill for revenge?

lies - how do they react when you lie to them?

mistakes - how do they make up after a fight?

nightmare - how do they help you back to sleep after a nightmare?

offended - you offend them without knowing, how do they deal?

purgatory - how would they bring up the fact that you guys haven’t been, ahem, intimate in a while?

qualify - what part of themselves do they see as dangerous?

rejection -  how do they handle being rejected after professing their love to you?

sorrow - would they feel empty after your death?

traitor - how do they react to finding out you cheated on them?

urge - how badly do they get the urge to see you after separating?

vent - How do they get rid of feelings they find unnecessary?

woes - how do they cope with problems outside of your relationship?

x-ray - what makes them transparent? How obvious can they get around something they hate?

yearn - do old memories make them yearn for your touch?

(clock strikes) zero - how do they spend their last moments with their s/o? 

that’s right, there aren’t prompts for drabbles because i have decided it is impossible for me to write those. whenever i’m given an idea for a fic i want to explore it to it’s fullest and make sure that i do it justice. so that’s why for any and all requests i get for fics will have a minimum word count of one thousand. it’s most likely that i won’t get these done until i’m old and grey and hanging out with my grandkids, so bear with me.

so to request you pick a number from either the fluff or angst column, and then a letter from the list of settings (the settings part is completely optional though). so for example, fluff 19k with shou or angst -26e w/ zuzu or just angst 6 with toshi.

fluffy fluff

1. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

2. “stay? just until i fall asleep.”

3. “i’m taking you home now.”

4. “i missed you so much.”

5. “i think you broke my nose!”

6. “if it makes you feel better, i’ll let you tell people you won against me.”

7. “just shut up and kiss me!”

8. “sleep over? please?”

9. “give me attention!”

10. “can you do anything without my help?”

11. “you’re jealous!”

12. “i’m here for you.”

13. “i love how soft your lips are.”

14. “so, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

15. “did you put our cat in a onesie?”

16. “are you blushing? gross.”

17. “aren’t we supposed to be working?”

18. “i swear, if you took my leftovers, I will rip you limb from limb.”

19. “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

20. “i swear i’m not sick.”

21. “stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

22. “is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

23. “where did you come from?”

24. “don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”

25. “sharing is caring.”

ansgty angst

1.  “ you’re so used to being mistreated. ”

2. "sit down for a minute. please.”

3. “please don’t lie to me again, i can’t take it.”

4. “you changed me.”

5. “who did this to you?”

6. “the pain will always be there.”

7. “this.. this is all your fault!”

8. “ i was never what you wanted. ”

9. “did this mean anything to you? did i mean anything to you?”

10. “ this was never love. ”

11. “ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ”

12. “why are you lying to me?”

13. “don’t come in.”

14. “i don’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me.”

15. “who was your first?”

16. “who was that?”

17. “what happened to us?” 

18. “i was forced to survive in your absence.”

19. “i don’t like the person you’ve become.”

20. “i’m sorry, but I’m not sorry.”

21. “can you shut up for once in your life?”

22. “i do not want you here.”

23. “i’m worried about you.”

24. “you have no one on your side now.”

25. “why are there bruises all over your face?”

settings ( so, there are 26 letters in the alphabet so i cut out the most useless one, k. it’s really just a low budget version of the letter c.)

a. in the rain

b. in a vehicle

c. in the street

d. on the sidewalk

e. in the bath

f. in the kitchen

g. in the snow

h. in a movie theater

i. in the moonlight

j. by the river

l. in the water

m. in the bedroom

n. in a bar

o. at a party

p. at the other’s place

q. by a campfire

r. in a cheap hotel room

s. it a cabin in the woods

t. in your garden

u. at a wedding 

v. in the office

w. in a book store

x. at the hospital

y. at a children's birthday party

z. in an abandon high school

i feel the need to remind you guys that i write for characters outside of shouto. lmao i know you guys love him and i do to, but let’s spice it up some.

have fun requesting guys, and one last time i just want to say thank you for being here :)

[sucker-for-sniffles]

Hello I wrote 2.4k words about another set of OCs because I have no self-control. Clay is a regular dude who was briefly kidnapped by the fae, and Avin is a faery who gave up their immortality and became human to save Clay’s life (long story), and they’re in love

—

Clay was woken just before 3am by the sound of his phone buzzing on the nightstand, and squinted at the brightness of the screen. Reluctantly, he dragged himself up to sit and grab lazily at the phone. It had stopped buzzing by the time he managed to bring it to his lap, but his notifications showed three missed calls from Avin. He let out a tired groan before tapping the screen to call them back.

They picked up in an instant. “Clay?”

“What’s up.” He let his eyes slip closed again.

“How do I know if I’m dying?”

Clay paused for a moment, stopping the exasperation he was sure would show in his tone otherwise. “You’re not dying. What’s wrong?”

Avin sniffled, and Clay could hear a wetness to it even over the phone. “‘M really cold,” Avin said, “and I’m tired and I just feel bad, and I’ve been coughing and it hurts my throat, and I can’t breathe through my nose.”

“Sounds like a bad cold.” Clay pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you have a thermometer?”

“Mhm.” Clay heard the shuffle of fabric for a while, and Avin said, “Eighty-four.”

“Uh.” Clay screwed up his face, trying to get his tired mind in gear to work out what the hell a temperature of eighty-four would mean. “Uh, Av? Are you looking at your thermostat?”

“What?”

“The—on your wall, where you set how warm you want—“

“Yeah.” Avin sniffled again, hard. “That’s what you asked?”

“No, I meant to—wait, you’ve got your apartment at eighty-four?”

Another sniffle. “I’m cold.”

“Okay, okay.” Clay pulled his blankets off himself and got up to find pants while he talked. Avin was probably pretty feverish if they were still cold with the heat so high. Honestly, Clay was starting to get nervous himself. “Turn that back down, or you’re gonna hate your electricity bill. I’ll be over in, uh, half an hour?” Avin was silent. “Av? You there?”

“M’kay,” Avin mumbled, and there was another sound of crumpling fabric. Sounded like they were already bundled up, even with the heat so high.

“I’m gonna hang up now, okay?” Clay’s heart was starting to race uncomfortably, a familiar tension running into his hands. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye,” Avin said, and hung up before he could.

Clay pocketed his phone and dug around in his bag for his rescue meds. It wouldn’t do to go and panic in front of Avin now. He swallowed a couple tablets, pulled on a hoodie without bothering to wear a shirt underneath, and headed out.

—

Thank God for 24-hour pharmacies. Clay lingered in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the light, then shot Avin a text: can you swallow pills? and any med allergies?

He didn’t expect a quick response, so he put his phone away and headed to the cold and flu aisle. He’d usually just grab a bottle of DayQuil and some Gatorade and be done with it, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to stock up Avin’s medicine cabinet. He started with tissues and a thermometer, those were easy, and his phone buzzed with a text back from Avin:

ye pills

iron

Clay couldn’t help but laugh, glad Avin couldn’t hear it. He and Avin had been too scared to test if Avin would still react to iron in a human body, but Clay doubted they would. Still, he sent back: got it no iron pills

pills r ok

just no iorn

iron

Clay set down the basket he was holding to text back: i will bring you pills to make you feel better. they will not have iron

Avin sent back a heart emoji and Clay finished out his trip, checking out with far more cold medicine than a single human could possibly need at once. The cashier didn’t even blink. She was probably more exhausted than Clay was. He thanked her and headed back to his car.

—

It was nearly 3:20 when Clay knocked on Avin’s door. God, why did 3:20 AM feel so much more ungodly than 2:55? Clay shifted the bag between his hands; the handles dug into his palms under the weight. He wondered if he’d bought too much Gatorade. Well, if Avin didn’t drink it, he would.

It had been nearly a minute since he knocked. Maybe Avin had managed to get to sleep, but he knocked again.

“‘S unlocked,” came Avin’s unbearably hoarse voice, faint through the door. Clay tried the handle, and sure enough, the door opened easily.

The inside air hit him like a wall after the cold of the night. He shut Avin’s door quickly and pressed the lock in. “You didn’t turn the heat down, did you?”

“Mm-mm.” Avin gave a tiny shake of their head. Turning human hadn’t cost them their unearthly beauty, but the lines under their eyes, the rumpled hair, and the fever-flushed cheeks now chained them decidedly to this world, not to mention the pathetic burrito they’d made of themself on the couch. “‘M cold.”

“Still?” Clay set down the pharmacy bag on the couch and sat by Avin’s feet. He wished he’d worn a shirt under the hoodie; he was gonna melt in Avin’s apartment.

“Mm-hm.” Avin squirmed around so they were half-sitting, facing Clay with dull, tired eyes. Clay tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear, and between Avin’s fever and having just been outside, the heat was almost enough to sting.

They might really be sicker than Clay had thought. Avin didn’t have any frame of reference; he figured they were making a scene of a bad cold, but a cold shouldn’t come with a fever that high. He tried uselessly to recall those cold-or-flu signs in the doctor’s office.

Avin interrupted his half-asleep musings with a soft cough that turned quickly into an awful-sounding bark. Clay stood to help Avin sit up to lean over their knees until the fit subsided. They made a small noise that might’ve been a whimper and dropped their head onto Clay’s shoulder. He could feel their heat on his neck.

“Oh, baby, you sound awful,” Clay said sympathetically. With his free hand, he pushed back Avin’s hair, running his fingers through it. “Do you hurt?”

Avin nodded. “Kinda...all over,” they croaked.

Clay bit his lip, his own throat starting to sting despite the anxiety meds. “Okay. Okay. I’m gonna give you some medicine, but let me get a number on that fever first, okay? It might help later.”

Avin made no response but a slight tilt of their head. Clay laid them gently back on the couch and dove into the pharmacy bag. He pulled the thermometer from its blister pack and held it out to Avin. “Push the button on that and hold it under your tongue until it beeps.”

“Weird,” Avin murmured, but accepted the thermometer. Clay busied himself tearing open a bag of cough drops and unwrapped one before the thermometer beeped.

“What’s it say?” Clay asked.

“Um. L-O.”

After a moment of confusion, Clay bit his lip against laughing at them. “Did you put the end with the numbers in your mouth?”

Avin nodded.

“Okay,” Clay said, managing to keep his voice even. “Gross, but lemme do it for you.”

Wordlessly, Avin handed the thermometer back, evidently too exhausted to care what they’d done wrong. Clay took it half-reluctantly, making a note to wash his hands as soon as he could. He held the button to clear the last reading and slid the proper end under Avin’s tongue. As he did, Avin gasped sharply. Clay pulled the thermometer back quickly. “Sorry, Av, did I—?”

“hh—kshh!” Avin ducked their head forward slightly with the soft, exhausted sneeze, not enough to stop Clay from feeling the spray on his face. Okay, a whole shower as soon as possible. Or maybe he should accept that he was gonna catch this. At least he’d had his flu shot this year.

He reached in the pharmacy bag for the pack of tissues while Avin sniffled and wiped their nose on the sleeve of their pajamas. Actually, Clay was pretty sure those were his pajamas. Not anymore, he supposed. “Cover your mouth, Av,” he said, trying not to sound irritated.

Avin sniffled. “Why?”

So now they were curious. “Stops you from getting other people sick.”

Avin scooted back upright, away from Clay, with one hand over their mouth. “You could get sick from me?”

Even muffled by their hand, Clay could hear the waver in their voice. Shit. “It’s okay, babe,” he promised. He handed them a tissue, and thankfully they intuited what it was and blew their nose, as soft and tired as everything they’d done, but still productive. It didn’t stop their sniffling, or the water that rose in their eyes.

“It’s not,” Avin protested. “I feel so bad. I don’t want you to feel bad, too.”

Clay sighed softly, shifting closer to Avin. “I can take care of myself,” he promised. “You can’t.”

Avin hiccuped and, despite Clay’s efforts, a couple tears ran down their face. “I feel so bad,” they repeated.

“I know, babe,” Clay murmured, wondering if they’d let him hug them. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Avin sniffled and pointed at the thermometer. “That?”

Clay took a moment, wondering if it was worth taking their temperature by now. It would probably be tougher on Avin to change his mind on them, he figured, and picked the thermometer back up. “Yeah. You saw how to do it?”

Avin nodded and put the proper end of the thermometer back in their mouth while Clay unwrapped another cough drop, the first one now unfortunately stuck to Avin’s couch. He set it over their blankets by one hand. “Suck on that when you’re done,” he instructed. “It’s basically candy, but it’ll help your throat not hurt so much.”

Avin nodded, and the thermometer beeped. They took it from their mouth and read, “Thousand thirty-six.” They popped the cough drop in their mouth and frowned. “That’s...that’s too high.”

“Hundred and three point six,” Clay corrected, taking the thermometer from them. “It is too high, but you’re not gonna burn through the couch.”

“But I’m cold,” Avin murmured around the cough drop.

“Yeah, it’s, uh…” Clay sighed, trying to recall what he knew about fevers and coming up empty. “I’ll explain when we’re both more awake, okay?” he said in lieu of a proper answer.

Avin nodded and sucked on their cough drop in silence for a bit. “This tastes weird,” they commented.

“Like the warped shadow of a cherry in a graveyard,” Clay offered.

Avin laughed, and for a moment Clay was glad to finally see them smile, and then they doubled over coughing again, their free hand pressed hard over their mouth. Clay hissed an apology and put a hand on their shoulder until they looked up blearily.

“I think I swallowed it,” they said, their voice quiet and rough.

“That’s okay,” Clay said, “it won’t hurt you. Basically candy. Do you wanna take some medicine and go to sleep now?”

“Yes, please,” Avin rasped, and guilt stung Clay at how defeated they sounded. He should’ve skipped the thermometer and cough drop and just put them to bed.

“Okay, give me a second,” he said gently. He pulled out a pill bottle at random and squinted at the directions. Two tablets every six hours. He tipped out two tablets and handed them to Avin, followed by an open Gatorade bottle.

Avin didn’t say anything. Clay figured it hurt to talk. They put the pills in their mouth and washed them down with a wince and a hand at their throat.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Clay murmured. “There’s a few more.” Avin nodded and Clay dosed out the rest of the medicine. By the end, Avin had downed two thirds of the Gatorade bottle, and Clay was glad he wouldn’t have to make them drink water after this.

“This last one’s liquid,” Clay warned, pulling a bottle of NyQuil from the bag. “It tastes gross, but it’ll hit you faster and make you really sleepy so you can get some rest.”

“‘M already sleepy,” Avin mumbled, and by the twitch of their face seemed to regret speaking.

“I know, but this stuff’ll knock you right out.” He handed a full cap to Avin, who swallowed it like a shot and made a face. Clay couldn’t help but smile at the childishness of it, and gestured to the Gatorade in their other hand. “That’ll help the taste go away.”

Avin downed the rest of the Gatorade.

“Okay, let’s get you in bed,” Clay said. Avin stared down the hallway to their bedroom, looking tired beyond belief. Clay crouched down and offered his arms. “I’ll carry you,” he offered, though he was entirely unsure of his ability to carry a whole person.

Gratefully, Avin looped their arms over Clay’s neck and crawled into his arms, laying their head in the crook of his neck. They could’ve been asleep already, Clay couldn’t tell. They were lighter than he expected, and despite the fever reducers, he could feel their heat through his sweater. The meds probably hadn’t kicked in yet.

And then they tensed with a sharp breath and ducked their head down, holding their nose shut and keeping themself up by one arm. “hh’kgtt!” They made a raspy, pained sound that Clay doubted they could’ve stopped if they’d tried.

“Oh, babe,” Clay said gently, while Avin again rubbed at their nose with a sleeve. “Don’t hold them in like that.” He saw concern cross their face, and added, “Just cover your face, don’t stifle anything.”

Avin didn’t respond, but hooked their arm back over Clay’s neck and settled into him again. Clay took them to their bed and set them on the foot to pull the blankets back. They crawled across the bed themself and let Clay tuck them under the sheets, then put the comforter they’d been wrapped in back where it belonged. “Good night. Feel better.” Clay pressed a gentle kiss to their hot forehead. “Love you.”

Avin cracked one eye open just a sliver, a faint smile on their face. They mouthed something, smart enough to not try talking again. It looked like love you, too.

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Eidolon (Angel!Keith x Demon! reader) {part iii}

something resembling peace n  quiet (ish) b4 the real shitstorm yeet

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Summary: Keith is an angel, and he’s completed mission after mission for the Upper Hand, the organisation controlling all of the Above. He’s only failed a mission once: when he was assigned to kill you, a surprisingly charismatic demon. He roamed Earth–Middle Ground–for years before he was caught by the Upper Hand again, and things quickly go south.

Word count: 6.3K

Genre: Angst 

Notes: ft witch!Coran bc he doesnt get enough love -- masterlist -- {previous} -- {next} --

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small-town boy in a big arcade

i got addicted to a losing game

 ~ Arcade, Duncan Laurence

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His fever isn't going down.

It's been five days and his fever just won't go down.

He's passed out on your couch, waking up occasionally so you can feed him and give him water to drink. Sometimes you have to shake him for minutes at a time just so he wakes up. You tried everything you knew, but the medicine you give him has no effect and the medicine you probably need is nowhere at your disposal.

It's safe to say you have no clue how to proceed and also are frustrated: you're risking everything here. You're risking being found by everything you have been outrunning for years and years. The combined auras of an angel and a demon are the closest thing to a signal flare you know.

And he just might die, and it will all have been for nothing, and you might still be located by Management and you would have to move. Quite bittersweet, you think wryly.

So Keith dying isn't an option. That much is clear. But as you sit in your armchair and glare at him, arms wrapped around the knees you pulled up to your chest, you have no idea as to how you're going to stop it from happening.

You clumsily wrapped him in a blanket when he collapsed on your couch. He's kicked it off since, and it lies in a bundle at his feet. His skin is ashy and pale and sweaty and his hair sticks to his forehead.

And his fucking fever isn't going down.

Usually you'd go straight to a doctor if any of your human friends were to contract a fever this stubborn–but you suspected bringing a dying angel to the average doctor won't do much good except frighten the poor sod to death. He looks like Death, you remark. What with his black wings and overall dark aesthetic, which is quite rare for an angel to have. You think, at least. It's not like you've met lots of them.

You sigh, filling a glass of water and holding it to his lips. He reacts almost subconsciously–he's not quite all there, but he's gulping the water down with gusto and you can only pray to the Dark Below that he'll hold it down, though that did seem to get better the last day or so.

The first two days were a nightmare. Keith tossed and turned and held nothing down, his stomach too upset. You had him spend his second night in your bathtub because he puked all over your couch. When he was asleep (which was most of the time) he had nightmares and whimpered constantly, and when he was awake he had hallucinations, his eyes clouded over. He even tried to attack you at one point ('tried' being the keyword here–he took a most pathetic swing at your face and cried when you dodged it easily).

If you had any common sense, you would have kicked him out long ago–hell, if you had any common sense, you never even would have considered taking him in.

Yet he is here. And you are here. And you don't exactly know how to feel about that.

Half the time you wish he'd just die already so you could be done at least with all of this. The next moment you feel horribly guilty and internally yell at yourself for thinking that way–because you made this choice. You decided to help him, and you should go through with it, even if it meant to be woken up at three in the morning because Keith was wailing again.

You brush your fingers across his forehead, hoping against better knowledge his fever had gone down, but he's still burning up. He's not tossing and turning anymore, he's not throwing up everywhere anymore. The last time he had a nightmare you actually noticed was more than a day ago. His breaths are shallow and irregular, and while you're no doctor, you know that's never a good sign.

You'd almost gotten used to having him in your apartment, and now you barely even notice he's here.

You've been on some extensive phone calls with Allura since Keith flopped into your life (which mostly consist of you yelling and Allura listening, occasionally muttering "go off, sis" into the horn) and you were itching for one now. You pull out your phone. Allura picks up on the third ring.

"Y/N, love, I have time for like, maybe a ten minute rant, because I'm at work and even though it's my break time my co-workers are giving me huge side-eyes and I still have four hours to go–"

"That's okay," you say quickly. "I'm fine, actually. No rants."

Allura pauses. "Sure about that?"

"Positive. I just had a question." You decide to throw in your favourite excuse whenever you have a weird question. As a nurse and your friend, Allura is often your first choice if you need to fact-check anything health-related."I'm writing this story..."

"Ah," Allura says. "Of course. Shoot."

You feel kind of bad for lying to her. But then again, telling the truth isn't really an option here, is it? "What does one do to break a fever that's been going strong for, say, five days, and literally no kind of aspirin is working and you can't take them to a doctor?"

"Huh. Well. All you can really do without, like, medical intervention, is wait, really. Yes, Jane, I'll be done in a minute. Have them sweat it out. Keep hydrated, remove excess layers of clothing, all that jazz. How high of a fever are we talking?"

"Um..." You glance at the thermometer on the coffee table. You'd taken his temperature just before calling Allura, to see if there was any change. Spoiler alert, there wasn't. "41.2 degrees Celcius."

Allura whistles. "For an adult? 'Cause if this is a kid, they have a problem."

"No, no, it's an adult."

"Okay. Well. You know, fevers aren't inherently bad for you. It's actually a way for the body to, like, kill heat-sensitive bacteria and viruses. So it's actually a good thing. Honestly I'm gonna just advise your character to stay in bed and drink water and sit in front of a fan. They should be fine."

You pucker your lips, poking Keith's arm with your toe. He doesn't move. "All right."

"You sound kind of unsure," says Allura, a tinge of concern to her voice. A pause. "Certain this is a fictional character?"

You bite back a curse. "Well. You know. I was–I was just curious."

Allura sighs. You imagine her rubbing the back of her neck as she shakes out her legs. "You know... as a medical professional–" the sarcasm drips from her voice– "I'm not really supposed to, like, recommend these types of methods to people because generally everyone thinks they're bullshit, but..." She hesitates. "My uncle Coran has this shop. He sells lots of weird, like, plants and crystals and crap like that. God, I can't believe I'm saying this. He might be able to help. Here's the address."

You lurch over to your desk and snatch a pencil and a post-it block, scribbling down the address she dictates. "Thanks, Allura."

"You are very welcome, dearest, but I really need to get back to work now. Bye."

"Bye."

You stare at the note for a while after Allura hung up. You don't exactly know the place, but a quick Google search helps you pinpoint it. It's not even that far, maybe a 20 minute walk. But something makes you feel uncomfortable about it.

He sells lots of weird, like, plants and crystals and crap like that.

It definitely sounds like something you should be a bit suspicious of. Plants and crystals. Hm.

But then again, you think as you cast another look at Keith who hasn't moved in over an hour, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, it's not like you have many other options.

Allura said to wait it out. But maybe fevers aren't as harmless on angels as they are on humans. Maybe waiting it out will kill him, and you will have to live with it knowing that you did nothing to stop it.

Grumbling through gritted teeth, you yank your jacket from its hanger, write out a quick note for Keith in case he wakes up (he probably won't, but just in case) and dash out the door.

It takes you surprisingly long to find the place.

What was a 20 minute walk turned to a 30 minute walk, then to an hour long walk. You zoom in on your phone's map, narrowing your eyes and combing through every little alley you passed, gnashing your teeth. No matter how hard you look, the shop simply doesn't seem to exist anywhere but on the map. Is this Allura's idea of a prank?

But that's not like her, you remind yourself. And somehow, the fact that you can't seem to reach the place only makes you want to find it more. So you grit your teeth and clench the note with the address (that you just can't seem to memorize, no matter how hard you try) in your fist and march on.

You round a corner and slam into a tall and lanky body.

You yelp, arms flying out to regain your balance. The person in front of you gives a surprised hum–they don't seem to be fazed at all. You look up, prepared to give them a scolding about how they've got to watch where they're fucking going and blink, all words dying in your throat.

"You okay, kiddo?" says the most eccentric-looking man you've ever seen.

"Uh..." you give your head a shake, trying not to stare at the man's bright orange hair and moustache, or the fact that he's dressed like one of those fortune tellers out of fantasy stories, complete with the huge ornate earrings and everything. "Yeah. Fine. Thanks."

The man's light eyes narrow ever so slightly, and you make a mental note to not let his appearance deceive you: you have the feeling he's much smarter than he looks. "Were you looking for something?"

You clamp your mouth shut, running a hand through your hair. "Hm. Actually. Yes." You frown, wondering if this is a good idea, but if anyone would know where Coran's shop is–the shop selling weird crystals and plants and crap like that–this dude would be it. You hold up the crumpled note. "Do you know where this place is?"

The man takes one look at the writing and smiles, a wide and slightly unhinged grin that has you almost instantly regretting your choice. "Well, I sure would hope I know where my own shop is!"

You try and resist the urge to flinch. "Oh, really?" you squeak, shrinking back. It's not a very demon-like thing to do, you think at the very back of your mind, but this guy looks like he could give even the scariest entities of the Below a run for their money. "Neat."

The man–who you assume is Coran–grins even wider and whips an arm around your shoulders. "Well, then! Let's not beat around the bush any longer!" He has an accent you can't place. It fits him, strangely. Everything about the guy is strange.

He whirls around, dragging you with him, and walks exactly three steps before slamming open the door to the shop on the corner. You frown, ducking out from under his arm and giving him a suspicious glare. "What is this? I've passed this shop at least five times." You glance up at the sign and do a double take. Where had previously hung a sad wooden board announcing a tailor's shop hangs now a weirdly pretty sign that seems to be made out of plants. Vines twisting to and fro and entwining and overlapping, fluorescent yellow-and-blue flowers you have never seen before dropping from it in clumps. It sways slightly in the air. There is no wind.

All the hairs stand up at the back of your neck and your fists clench at your sides.

"Maybe you weren't looking hard enough," comes Coran's amused voice from behind you. You spin on your heels, narrowing your eyes at him. You're not unfamiliar with these kinds of experiences–the supernatural, the unsettling, the technically-impossible–yet Coran manages to throw you off in a way nothing really has before.

The atmosphere around you has dimmed, the sole source of light the doorway and the glowing flowers dangling from the sign. You're not in the alley you were in not one minute ago anymore. Coran raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, and you notice how different he looks in this new environment. He fits here perfectly. The slight curl of his lips says, Well? What are you waiting for?

You think of Keith. How he would react if he were in this situation. If the roles were reversed and you were the one dying on his sofa. You push the door open and march into the shop.

You almost slam directly into a tree.

"Careful, careful," says Coran quickly as he grabs your elbow. He slips past you and leads you into his shop that looks like no other shop you've ever seen.

Shelves are stacked with pots and vials and little baggies, all propped one on top of the other. It looks extremely unstable. You resist the urge to pluck out one jar from the bottom and see if everything tumbles down.

Every price tag is hand-written, and when you take a closer look a chill runs down your spine. One never-before shared secret. Three childhood memories. none of the prices ask for actual money, which now seems pretty useless and weighs down the wallet in your pocket. One particular tag says Your deepest fear. How dramatic.

Every plant seems to glow, for some reason. You notice more of those fluorescent yellow-and-blue flowers like the ones hanging from the sign outside, and flowers that look similar but in different colours. There are plants that remind you of grapevines, snaking around trees and shelves and tangling themselves around every support they can find. Clusters of small transparent bells float from the branches, even smaller flicks of light trapped inside them. You squint at one of them, grabbing it out of the air and studying it closely. Something is fluttering inside of the little sphere. A firefly, maybe. Maybe. When you release it, it zips back to its original spot among the other glowing bubbles.

Coran plucks a few dead leaves from a tree stump partially hidden from view by a huge black-and-white striped candle. He grinds the leaves to dust in the palm of his hand and drops them in the candle's flame. It glows bright green for a moment, then a comforting scent begins to spread through the air. You inhale deeply out of reflex. It smells like nothing you've ever smelled before, vaguely familiar scents all mushed into one; your favourite hot chocolate (with a hint of caramel), Allura's fruity conditioner, the animal shampoo you use on the dogs at the shelter. The air when it's just stopped raining. Towels, fresh out of the dryer.

You blink yourself back to reality with a sharp jerk of your head. Coran is already moving on to the very back of the shop and you hurry to catch up with him, ducking to avoid the arms of a rather sad-looking ragdoll as they reach for you. "Hey, hey–who are you?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Coran."

"Yes, I know that, but like–" you gesture vaguely to the general space around you– "who are you?"

Coran thinks about that for a moment, one finger pressed to the side of his nose. "A hobbyist," he decides.

"Right." You take a step back, eyeing the dark and slimy substance shlorping across the floor towards your feet suspiciously. It shrinks back beneath your glare. "What are those hobbies, exactly?"

"You know," says Coran, waving his arms around, "plants. Medicine. The occasional cursed artifact. Just regular stuff like that."

"Regular stuff like that," you echo. Caws sound from above you. When you look up, you spot a bird slightly hidden in the shadows of the tree in which it is perked (was that tree this big before?), glowing red eyes fixated on yours. You raise an eyebrow at it, cocking your head. It mirrors you, feathers ruffling and swooping from one side of its head to the other. It screams again, then spreads its wings and climbs up the tree with a speed you didn't expect. Literally climbs: there are claws on the joints of its wings that it uses to hack into the tree's bark. You brush a bit of dust off your shoulder and continue walking.

Stepping over the puddle of dark slime, you follow Coran even further into the shop. "You said you do medicine," you shout after him. "I need medicine to save my–" The words hitch in your throat. What is Keith to you? An acquaintance? An enemy? A guest? "My friend," you settle on.

Coran throws you a look over his shoulder, throwing off his ornate blue coat and suspending it in the air where it floats obediently beside him. He plants a hand on a bony hip. "Your friend," he repeats, a glint in his eyes you don't trust at all.

"Yeah." He's not getting more out of you, you assure yourself. That's it.

Coran watches you for a moment. "Hm." He turns around and starts rummaging through the shelves packed with jars and boxes and bottles, pulling out a number that all look the same to you, but evidently Coran knows exactly what he's doing. Occasionally he asks you questions.

"Reasonably high fever, is that right?"

"Yes."

He fumbles for a mortar and dumps a clump of brown-reddish leaves in it.

"Hallucinations? Nightmares? Inexplicable bouts of extreme hunger?"

"Yes, yes, and... no? Not that I know of?"

Humming, he adds a few drops of a clear liquid and a pinch of powder from a leather pouch. The mixture starts to sizzle and you eye it cautiously. Its colour shifts from a muddy purple to a darker blue. Coran whistles through his teeth, narrowing his eyes at the many pots around him as he searches for the next ingredient. His eyes focus on something behind you and he gestures with his pestle. "Grab that round orange pot for me, will you."

You turn. The pot in question is small and kind of hard to spot, and you have to twist your arm in strange shapes to reach it from where it's blocked by other plants and rocks. It's dusty and surprisingly heavy, and when you turn it over there's a crudely painted picture of a skull on the lid. Your head snaps up and your fingers tighten around the pot.

Coran rolls his eyes. "I didn't have any other pot to put it in. I'm not gonna murder your friend."

You hand the pot over to him reluctantly, keeping a close eye on whatever it is he's doing. Inside is a reddish-brown paste, and Coran scoops two heavy spoonfuls out and mixes it into the blue mixture. It becomes a pleasant shade of violet. He grabs a round marble-like thing from a vase filled with similar spheres and chucks it into a fire pit at your feet. Flames burst to life, searing hot and sending you stumbling back from the wave of pure heat that comes rolling over you. Coran puts a lid on the mortar and drops it into the fire.

"So, that's gotta bake for a minute," he says cheerily, spinning around and clapping his hands. He snaps his fingers, and immediately vines begin writhing and entwining until a stool has formed. He plops down, facing you. "You have questions. Ask them. Go on."

"Will you answer them?"

he flashes that wicked grin of his. "Maybe."

You grit your teeth, staring into the flames roaring in their pit. The longer you look at them, the wilder they grow. Agitated.

"Oh, dear, don't look at them. They don't like being watched."

Your gaze snaps back to him. "How did you know what's wrong with my friend?"

"I didn't. I guessed," he adds with an eyeroll when you narrow your eyes at him. "It's easier to guess than you might think. When customers are especially preoccupied with something I can usually read it right off of them. You were no different."

"Right." You pause, not sure which of the hundred and forty questions swirling through your mind to ask next. "What if the medicine doesn't work? Can I come back?"

"It'll work."

"But if it doesn't–"

"Are you doubting my abilities?"

"What? No, but–"

"It'll work."

His tone makes it clear there's no room for discussion. At the sight of his dangerously glinting eyes (or maybe they're just reflecting the flickering flames) you decide to veer onto a safer topic. "Can everyone get into your shop? Why couldn't I find it until you showed me?"

Coran slouches a bit in his throne of vines (it's got a back and armrests now, too, and it's growing those little glowing grapes) and considers the question. "Everyone can technically get into the shop," he says slowly, as if carefully choosing his words, "but not everyone will. It's not hidden, exactly–not to the people who aren't looking."

That confuses you. "So you're saying one won't be able to find the shop if they're actively looking for it?"

"Sort of."

"Does that mean that the people who do find it aren't looking for it in the first place?"

"I guess so? Man, kid, you're asking difficult questions."

"I'm curious." You fold your arms, tucking your chin down to your chest. "And that makes no sense anyway because I found it and I was looking for it. So."

"Yeah, but you didn't find it until you actually ran into me and I showed you." Coran leaps up and stretches out his lanky limbs. "So, we still have a bit of time left before that's ready. Do you want to arrange payment now?"

Caution crept into your veins as you remember the strange price tags you saw upon entering the store. But you're not getting this medicine for free, you remind yourself. Keith won't get better by himself. The price was the price and you're willing to pay it. So you nod.

Coran grabs a box. He opens it, and inside are the last things you expected: stacks of paper, each one scribbled upon with minute precision, every sheet adorned with different handwriting. He hands you a blank sheet: it's about the size of a business card, yellowish-white and kind of grainy to the touch. It reminds you of parchment.

He also hands you a pen. It looks like a regular ballpoint pen, and when you shoot him a questioning look–you had expected at least, like, a quill with purple ink or something–he shrugs. "They're cheap. And easy to charm."

Right. You roll your eyes. "So what's the price?"

His eyes are just a little bit too shiny. "What do you want most?"

You sigh, long and drawn out. Your grip on the pen tightens ever so slightly. "Really? The way too overused one?"

Coran shrugs again, gesturing to the blank card in front of you. "It's overused for a reason, kid. It just happens to work really well."

You clench your jaw, tapping the pen against the wooden surface of the table, forcing yourself to think about the question in a serious manner.

What do you want most?

You rack your brain for an answer, puckering your lips. There are a lot of things you want. You want Allura to be safe and happy. She's got a demon for a friend, for fuck's sake. You want to not have to worry every day about Management finally tracking you down and locking you up in the Below. To feel safe.

You bring the point of the pen down to the paper and start writing, frowning when the ink doesn't appear. You go over the lines a few times, even scribble a bunch of lines in a corner to get the pen to work, but to no avail. The ink stubbornly refuses to stain your piece of parchment.

"Your pen doesn't work," you say, irritated.

Coran casts you a knowing smile. "It works just fine. Try again."

You try again. No results. You throw down the pen, letting your head drop and taking a deep breath as you lean against the desk, because you know exactly where this is going. You have experience with these kinds of enchanted objects. You chew on the inside of your cheek, glaring at the pen as if it personally murdered your firstborn.

It wants the truth.

And you refuse. You refuse to give it what it wants because it's ridiculous. Absolutely and utterly ridiculous.

But this is the price. This is the price you told yourself you would pay no matter what.

A deep breath. One more.

You snatch up the pen, gripping it so tightly your knuckles go white, and press it down onto the paper. Immediately the ink flows out, letting you write your re-evaluated answer. It almost seems to sneer at you and when you throw the pen down, handing the card to a way too smug-looking Coran, you refuse to look him in the eye.

The medicine is ready.

Coran pulls it out of the fire using tongs (because it might be magical fire, but it's still fire, and it's generally not a good idea to stick your hand in fire) and drops it in a tub of water you're sure wasn't there before. A moment later he pulls it out and removes the lid.

The paste has transformed itself into a rock-hard ball about the size of a large pill, perfectly round and kind of rough and sandy at the surface, and when Coran hands it to you it's almost freezing to the touch. It startles you so much that you almost drop it.

"Smash it to bits and put the shards in this here baggie–" he hands you what looks like a tea filter– "and let it hang in a glass of cold water for a while. When the thingie's drained of its colour and goes clear and the water has turned bright blue you make sure he drinks the whole thing before it goes warm, yeah? That's very important. He's gotta drink it right away, and he's gotta drink the whole thing. It might not work as well if he doesn't drink the whole thing."

The fact that Coran refers to the pill as "the thingie" makes you more than a bit uncomfortable, but you decide to take his word for it, because what other choice do you have?

"Right." You turn to leave, when one more thing pops into your mind. "Actually," you face him again, "I have one more question."

Coran sighs. "You have a lot of questions."

You ignore him. "How do you know Allura? Or, rather, how does Allura know you? She's the one that gave me your address in the first place," you explain. "She's my friend."

To your surprise, Coran smiles–a genuine smile this time, where his eyes crinkle in the corners, not the manic grin he's shown up till now. "I knew her father very well. I've watched her grow up. She knows she can always knock on my door."

It doesn't make much sense–what business would Allura's dad, world-famous scientist, have with this man? You decided to give it the benefit of the doubt. "How much does she know? About all this?"

"I think she knows, deep down. I don't know how much she believes. What she tells herself is real, and what isn't."

You hesitate. "Does she know about me? What I am, I mean?"

Coran heaves an exasperated sigh. "Yeesh, kid. How am I supposed to know that? I didn't even know who you were up till now!" But you get the feeling he's lying. "Now get going. Go on." He starts shooing you towards the door, gently pushing you through the shop.

You blink in surprise, too stunned to do anything but follow suit. "Wait," you stammer. "Wait, I have more questions! Will I be able to come back?"

But Coran waves you off, giving you nothing but a smile and a "Bye-bye!"

You stumble over the threshold, the pill and its baggie in your clenched fist. Cold renders your fingers almost numb, and you open them, exposing the pill to the night air. White smoke curls up from it, and you turn it over to your other hand, wincing as you rub your fingers to get a bit of warmth in them again. It's like you're holding a hailstone.

When you look up, you're disoriented by the bright lights from street lamps around you, and the fact that you're not in the same alley you were in before you entered Coran's shop. It's not even the same block. You make a full turn, dazed, before you recognise the little grocery store on the corner of the street: it's the store where you do most of your shopping. It's right across from your apartment building. Coran deposited you as close as he could to your home.

You push open the door to your apartment with your shoulder, icy pill in one hand and two bottles of chocolate milk and scotch whisky in the other, letting exhaustion creeping into your muscles as soon as you enter the familiar environment. One look to your sofa confirms Keith has barely moved over the hours you were gone. The note and the glass of water you left for him sit untouched on the coffee table.

You make your way to the kitchen and set down the bottles, grabbing a small tray on which you drop the pill. Smash it to bits, said Coran. The back end of a kitchen knife does the job just fine. To your surprise, the pill shatters immediately, shards flying everywhere. You curse, sweeping them all up and dropping them into the tea filter and filling a glass with cold water. As soon as you hang the bag in the glass, blue drips out of it in wisps, slowly tinting the water a cool blue colour. You drop onto a kitchen chair and watch with your chin in your hands, the droplets of blue seeping from the bag mesmerising.

When the water doesn't seem to get any bluer, you peek into the bag. The shards are completely colourless, now resembling bits of clear glass more than anything else. You carefully pick up the glass, hissing through your teeth at the coldness of it.

Keith is still fast asleep, shivering. He's thin, you notice. You can see his ribs through his shirt. Setting the glass down on the coffee table, you try gently nudging him awake. He doesn't respond.

"Come on," you grumble, grabbing his face and tapping his cheek. "Wake up!" Your stomach twists at the thought that he might not wake up in time. The medicine will have warmed up. You should have woken him before preparing it! "Please," you whisper, swallowing back the lump in your throat. "Don't let this have been for nothing. Come on. Wake up, dammit!"

He groans under your touch. You breathe out a shaky sigh of relief as you coerce him into sitting up. "Don't you fucking dare fall asleep again." He looks at you groggily.

You raise the glass to his chapped lips. "Drink up."

He takes a sip and flinches, bursting into coughs. "Cold," he manages. You almost wince at how weak his voice sounds–barely a whisper. He'll get better, you remind yourself. He just has to drink this and he'll get better.

"I know," you mutter, nudging the glass to his lips again. "Drink it. It'll make you feel better."

He eyes you suspiciously but obliges, squeezing his eyes shut as he gulps down the contents of the glass. He shivers, smacking his lips when it's empty and you put it on the floor. "Ah. Gross." But as he shifts, you can already see the colour return to his cheeks.

"Rest," you say, brushing strands of hair away from his forehead. "You'll feel better in the morning." Your voice is shaky and your hands tremble as you bring the glass back to the kitchen and thoroughly wash it, using about a quarter of the bottle of dish soap, running it under the hot water until the stubborn cold is completely gone.

You're tired. You don't even have the energy to shower, so you brush your teeth and crumple into bed, only taking off your boots and trousers. You keep your socks on and pull the comforter tighter around you. You're cold.

As you turn to face the wall, you think back to Coran's stupid enchanted pen. Wondering if you've made a mistake. The words you ended up writing down looping through your mind, over and over again, lighting up in front of you whenever you close your eyes. What do you want most?

I want to be safe from Management, was your first answer. The answer the pen hadn't let you write down. And it was what you wanted most–or at least what you wanted most until Keith had shown up on your doorstep just over a week ago.

What do you want most?

You drift off to sleep, the question nagging at the back of your mind.

You jolt awake at the crash, bolting up from your bed and racing for the kitchen, where the sound had come from. In your hand is the knife you keep in your nightstand. Your knuckles are white around the hilt. You slam a hand on the light switch, and the person bent over and hidden behind your fridge hits their head and yells in pain, and you brandish your knife and scream at them to Stay back!

"It's just me! Y/N!" Keith says, holding up his hands above his head.

You huff out a breath, letting the knife drop to your side. "Keith?"

He nods, blinking and squinting against the bright light. You're only barely over the shock of seeing him up and about, yet you can't help but notice how thin he looks and how weary and sunken his eyes are. His eyes keep flicking back to the knife still in your hand, and you quickly snap it shut, slipping it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

"So I take it you're feeling better?"

He nods again. "I'm hungry," he says. His voice isn't quite back to normal–it's still quite hoarse from not having used it in over five days–but you suspect it won't take very long. "Sorry for startling you. I'll go back to sleep."

You grab his arm before he can walk past you. "Nonsense. You've slept for five days straight. I'm hungry too, anyway. I can order takeout?"

He gives you a tentative smile. "That'd be great."

And that's how you end up sitting in your brightly lit kitchen at four in the morning, eating out of cardboard Chinese takeout boxes, with an angel whose life you saved. His wings are completely concealed now and don't bother him when he sits in a chair or lies down. While neither of you talks much, you both sneak glances when you think the other isn't looking.

What do you want most?

He looks nervous, and even though he insists he's not tired you can tell he's fighting against the weight of his eyelids, his movements droopy and slow, as if he's moving through layers of syrup. When he almost drops his fork (at four A.M. you're allowed to eat Chinese with a fork) out of exhaustion, you nudge his leg with your foot under the table.

"Go back to sleep."

"I'm fine. I'm still hungry."

"You can eat tomorrow. You're barely able to hold yourself upright, idiot."

He sighs but pushes his chair back and stands up. His knees immediately buckle beneath him, and you shoot out of your chair and only just manage to catch him before he drops to the ground. "All right, okay. There we go. I got you."

"Not feeling as good as I thought," Keith mutters into your shoulder as you practically drag him to the sofa.

"Evidently."

You tuck him in (it seems like such a childish gesture–but curled up like that, looking thin and fragile, Keith reminds you of a small kid and it just feels like the right thing to do) and resist the weird urge to plant a kiss on his forehead. You settle for a somewhat awkward pat on the shoulder.

You stick the leftover food in the fridge and make your way back to your own room. You're still kind of cold, so you keep the sweatpants and sweatshirt on, bringing the knife out of your pocket and setting it back on your nightstand before climbing into bed.

The buzzing of the city outside of your window keeps you up for hours as you toss and turn. Feelings you don't know what to make of churn through you. Relief at the fact that the medicine seems to be working. Fear, because you don't really know how to proceed now. A demon saving an angel's life–that one's pretty much unheard of, you think bitterly.

Oh, if Management were to find out... not only would your fate be settled, you would have signed Keith's death warrant along with it. The comforter bunches in your clenched fists and you twist around, shutting your eyes resolutely.

What do you want most?

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

After The Fall Ch. 2 Status Quo

LoganLight, AO3

Something was off, she could see it. Adrien hadn't come to school for nearly a month, barely contacting Nino let alone anyone else. When he had come back his ever-present smile was nowhere to be seen. He still made an effort to appear normal for his friends but the cracks in his armor were showing.

It wasn't until fencing practice that she realized how serious the problem was. While she won about half of their matches he always made her work for it. The last time she'd beaten him this easily was-

His foil fell to the floor. He stood shaking in front of her, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"Agreste!" D'Argentcourt barked out, clearly displeased with his performance.

Adrien bolted for the locker room, ignoring his teacher's calls. Kagami raced after him.

The door slammed open as Adrien ripped off his mask and gloves. She saw him sag against the wall gasping for air.

Kagami knelt beside him as she grabbed his shoulder, "Adrien."

He flinched, ". . . Can't . . . breathe."

"Focus on me, drown everything else out." Kagami sounded much calmer than she felt considering she had no idea what she was doing. "Copy me. Listen to my rhythm." She felt him trembling as she slowly started inhaling and exhaling.

In, out.

In . . . out.

In . . .

Out.

Eventually Adrien's breathing evened out and she removed her hand. He was crying. She hadn't noticed when he started. "Adrien. What happened?"

". . . I . . . I lost." His voice broke. "I lost P-" He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I can't win."

Kagami felt a great empathy for him in that moment even as his meaning was lost on her "We all lose sometimes." No matter what her mother said.

"I lose all the time!" He looked up at her with red-rimmed, watery eyes. "Even when it matters most! She was counting on me! She was c-count-ing o-on m-m-me. And I let her down. I l-let them all down . . ." Adrien hung his head and wrapped his arms around his legs as the sobs he'd been holding back racked his body.

Such raw emotion left Kagami at a loss, so she simply pulled him into a hug. She felt every cry, every breath. A fencing teammate may have opened the door and seen them on the floor, she couldn't be sure. It didn't matter as long as everyone stayed away until Adrien got it together.

Once he'd quieted down Adrien sat up, wiping at his moist face, "I'm sorry . . . I- I shouldn't . . ." He didn't finish the thought.

"Don't apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm here, I'll listen."

Adrien looked at her in surprise . . . and gratitude. "Thank you. Kagami." He took a steadying breath and started out slowly, tentatively, "In . . . In the last akuma attack . . . I . . . I died."

Kagami felt her insides go cold.

"Only my therapist knows . . . Though she might have told Father by now. It- it made me see things . . . clearly. Everything was put in perspective. Everything I . . ."

His voice broke again and he fell silent for a moment before picking up on a different track.

"I have a partner. Had a partner. A coworker of sorts. She . . . She was amazing. Is amazing. We would be up against the wall and she'd find a way to turn the tables. To win. It didn't matter what the odds were, I always knew she could pull it off . . . Even when I wasn't there to help her. A-and last time, last time it was just me. It was just me and I failed."

Adrien inhaled deeply before continuing in a halting, shaky voice. Kagami felt her chest constrict and could only imagine how he was faring.

"She had to come and fix everything . . . Like she always does. Our . . . supervisor, he had to make a decisión . . . He chose to pair her with someone else . . . I thought I was helping! I thought we were chosen because we complimented each other's strengths! B-but I was wrong. I was just holding her back! I was a terrible partner!"

Adrien practically screamed the last part as a horrified realization filled his gaze. Kagami feared he'd trigger another panic attack but he merely layed down, flat on the floor, and stared emptily at the cieling.

"I was a terrible partner," he whispered hollowly.

She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say. But Kagami made Adrien a promise then that she'd do everything in her power to help.

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The first akumatized victim since Weredad appeared a few days later. For a moment he forgot himself and called for Plagg.

. . . Oh.

He wiped at the tears and wrestled his emotions into some semblance of control.

Nadja Chamak was on the scene. She was saying something about mind control powers.

He shivered and-

There was a blur of red and black on the screen.

Ladybug . . . And his replacement.

They moved expertly in tandem; hardly any mistakes at all. Adrien realized that the new Black Cat must've been training rigorously with his La- With Ladybug. The superheroine called on her Lucky Charm and in less than five minutes it was over. Both heroes having avoided the mind control beams.

Resentment overwhelmed him and then guilt added it's weight. He shouldn't be feeling like this. He shouldn't be wishing mind control onto someone else. He should be happy Ladybug doesn't have to fight her brainwashed partn-

The new Black Cat turned toward the camera and Adrien dropped the remote. His hair dye was a shade or two greener than usual, his mask covered a bit more of his face than Chat Noir's, and his eyes had vertical pupils but it was definitely him.

It was Luka.

The heroes fist bumped and Adrien felt a knife slide into his heart. She was smiling at him. Ladybug was smiling at Luka -no, Panthera, he introduced himself as- like nothing was wrong. As though Chat Noir was-

Just.

Another.

Part.

Time.

Hero.

Adrien shoved the ungracious thought away, knowing Ladybug would never allow herself to be seen as weak. She would never show Paris any cracks in her armor.

"Tell us, Ladybug. What happened to Chat Noir?"

"He, uh,  retired! Yeah! His circumstances changed and he had to, um, leave Paris!"

"How does he feel about being replaced by your newest recruit?"

"I, er- He understands that the safety of Paris is our top priority."

"And you? How do you feel about partnering with someone so much more experienced?"

"Ladybug has been very helpful in teaching me about my powers. I'm honored to have been chosen as successor to Chat Noir and hope t-to do justice to his mantle."

"Do you think any complications will arise from this change in dynamic?"

"I'm sure there'll be obstacles we can't see yet but we'll overcome them together. Paris can rest assured that Panthera and I will protect them!"

"Does this mean the other heroes will be around on a more permanent basis?"

"Uh, that'll depend on how things progress from here. Now, we have to get going. Bug out!"

"You heard it here first, folks! Paris has a new cat themed hero stepping in to fill the shoes of Chat Noir! Will he be up to the task? How will the other heroes react t-"

Turning off the TV he curled up into a ball and focused on breathing evenly. Taking the knowledge of Panthera's identity and compartmentalizing it, separating his friend from the black-clad hero. Adrien tried to avoid thinking about how easy it was to recognize him or why.

He tried to avoid thinking at all.

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[imaginedeliciouspancakes]

Heya! First I wanted to say I absolutely love your work! May I request an awkward Goro proposing to his s/o scenario? I wish only happiness for this precious boy Thanks!

AAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! You guys are really too kind... ;;w;; I don’t know why I haven’t been motivated for the past few months. You guys are giving me so much support!! I hope I can be back for a bit longer soon! :’p

Anyways, here it is!! I’ve been thinking about this scenero a LOT lately so this is really long and self-indulged ahsdjak;;;; Enjoy!!

- Mod Blake

- Marriage is something both foreign and a big decision to him. His parents were never married nor truly loved one another; saying "I love you" to S/O for the first time was a hard enough decision.- But, regardless, he knows in his heart that they're the one he wants. S/O saved his life, after all. He wouldn't be alive today if they hadn't spent so much of their time and energy helping him recover and discover what it means to live.- He's deeply in love with S/O and S/O are deeply in love with him, so he knows that there's not a chance they would reject him. The love between the two of them is as strong as ever and can only get stronger from here.- ...But he cannot help but be a nervous wreck.- He thinks he's ready and buys the perfect ring for S/O, one that he knows they'll love (not as much as they love him though), but once he's home with his purchase, nerves are already starting to kick in.- He's doubting himself. What if they say no? What if they don't actually love me? What if this was all just a dream? What if this was all fake? So many doubts. This boy cannot calm himself.- His nerves are so strong that S/O see his behavior change and you question it, only making him more on-edge and suspicious to the surprise he had waiting for them whenever he got the guts to make it happen.- He wants the moment to be perfect. He wants it to be a moment they'll remember. And even if S/O would say things like "it doesn't have to be perfect" and "i'll always remember it no matter what" if they heard his doubts, he still cannot help but want to make it that way.- It's months after he bought the ring. He has it hidden away in a place S/O would never think to look, one they wouldn't think of being a hiding place for something so important and special. Even so, he hasn't forgotten about it. Not even for a moment.- The proposal has gotten into his head so much that it interfered with his detective work. He couldn't focus on anything at all. So he put his foot down, that winter day, that he was going to finally do it.- The weekend rolls around and he tells S/O that he's got something planned, just for the two of them, Sunday evening. This is out of the blue to S/O, since he has been swamped with work, spending long hours at the precinct, ever since he re-entered the police force a few years back. But they don't mention it to him and keep their suspicions a secret.- What he decided on was a bit cheesy but endearing. He took S/O to Tokyo Tower, a place neither of you had been despite having been in Tokyo for around a decade now. A decade since you two met. He then takes you to the park, despite the chilly, frozen winter air. - By the time you two reach a serene, romantic spot in the park, Goro's heart is pounding in his chest. He's surprised they hadn't said anything yet, since they were in his arms and very close to his chest. He wasn't going to back down. It was time and he was going to do it tonight.- The two of you share each other's warmth, kissing under the clear night sky, far away enough from the busy city that cars could hardly be heard. It was as if everyone else in the world just disappeared and it was only him and you. - He wasn't planning for the time in the park to be so long, but they letting out a soft sneeze made him realize: it's been 20 minutes since they arrived. It was getting late and cold. S/O were definitely going to catch a cold at this point.- The tremors in his body grow, going from what was just a reaction to the cold to the nerves about to boil over. S/O bring it up, suggesting that you two should head home before you both freeze. But a yelp of disagreement from him makes them jump and stare at him.- He's got their attention and curiosity. He has to do it now. He cannot just let this slip by, rack in his mind any longer.- He unwraps his arms from S/O's body and takes both their hands into his, standing before them with a constantly shifting expression. He doesn't know where to start since there is so much he wants to say, so much he wants to tell them. But he just lets the gate of emotions open and pour out his true feelings.- "S/O, I..." His trembling increases and he messily intertwines his fingers with theirs, stage fright kicking in. "I-I... I, uh.. I...!" He cannot keep his hands still with theirs, constantly fidgeting and moving.- "Yes, Goro?" S/O urges him to continue speaking, showing him that their attention is all his, but they have no idea how hard this all is for him.- "I love you!!" He blurts out and they let out a giggle, causing his face to turn even redder. "I love you, too," They reply, oblivious to everything going on in his head at that very moment.- He's silent for another minute, eyes averted from them and his body still unable to keep still. But he's gotten this far. He's got to keep going. For the both of them.- "S/O, I... I didn't know there was anything... any chance in this world that I would be loved as much as you love me, l-let alone be alive today..." Tears are threatening to streak down his face, but he sniffles and lets it come out as snot.- "I didn't think much of myself. Not ever in my life. It wasn't till you came into my life that I started to realize... M-My life meant more than just getting revenge on my father, more than being worth something to a world that didn't cared regardless, more than just- m-more than just a waste of space..."- "It was you who made me realize what I wanted. I... I wanted to live. I wanted something beyond my revenge, beyond my days as the high school detective prince. I-It... It was scary, thinking about how my involvement with you could've made your life a living hell. How someone could harm you. How much I would hurt you if I just, one day, left without a word or.... o-or even died..."- "For once, I knew someone not only needed me but wanted me. Someone in this dark, cold world actually loved me, someone who's own parents didn't care to love or... or raise... In a world that rejected me just for being who I was, despite not asking to be the me they had so much hatred for."- He gives a short laugh and sniffles. "I'm dragging this on and on, saying things I'm sure you already know and have heard me say before. But... I wouldn't believe in any of this or myself if it wasn't for you. If you had given up on me like everyone else had, I don't think the world would have remembered me after I was gone... I would have... died without knowing my true worth..."- "S/O..." Their name from his mouth puts them further on the edge of their seat. "From the moment you saved my life and stayed at my side in the years that followed, helping me recover, helping me find myself and find happiness, I knew that I... I..." The stumbling was returning and his tremors from before returned immediately.- "I, hmm... With this life you saved, I... I...!" He squeezes their hands tighter than ever and looks them straight in the eyes.- "I want to spend it with you!" He blurts out, practically shouting at them as the tears finally started to come down. S/O's eyes widen in shock at the words but isn't sure they heard him correctly, so they stare at him, completely surprised.- He didn't care that there was an inch or two of snow on the ground, he was going to do it the traditional way. He got down on one knee before them, the snow and cold seeping into his leg and knee, stumbling at both the sudden drop in the temperture of his skin and his nerves completely controlling his body. S/O steps back, hands covering their mouth and staring at it him with water in their eyes.- "S/O..." He murmurs, his breath visible before him. He pulls out the special item from his pocket and opens it up for them to see. "Will you marry me?" Inside was the ring he bought those many months ago, shimmering in the moonlight and park lights. - S/O is beyond elated, murmured under their breath "Oh my god," several times. Tears were now pouring down their face as well, looking into Goro's deep red eyes that too watered and cried.- "Yes! A thousand-! No, a million times, yes!" They start making small jumps, kicking up a bit of snow with their boots. "Oh Goro...!"- Goro's eyes immediately go wide, more tears pouring out as a wide, joyful smile spreads across his face. He stands up and they jump into his arms, catching him by surprise and almost making the two of them fall into the snow. They squeeze him tight, wrapping their arms as much as they could around him.- They pull apart and Goro slides their glove off their hand. Their hand was cold, despite being protected from the cold with the wool of their glove. It probably wasn't very smart of Goro to choose such a cold, winter night to pop the question.- Their foreheads are basically touching as Goro removes the ring from its box, takes their hand in his, and, with a shaking hand, delicately and slowly slides the engagement ring onto their ring finger.- The two of them, still in happy tears, give an awkward yet endearing laugh as they both stare at the ring that now adorned their finger. It's a perfect fit.- Goro looks up at S/O as they cover their mouth with their other hand, trying to muffle their crying of joy, and his heart just soars.- He cannot believe it. S/O is going to be his for the rest of their life. For the rest of time.- S/O places both hands on his cheeks and pulls him in for a smooch, causing him to give a muffled gasp, followed by a chuckle as he kissed back, wrapping his arms around them and putting his hand on their back.- They stood there for a few minutes kissing, the cold no longer a bother to either of them. It was just as he wanted: Just him and S/O.- Of course, the two of them got sick days after. But that just means they can cuddle and share each other's company as they sipped soup and watched trashy crime shows.

[thespacenico]

klance fic recommendations!

some good kl fics for the soul (more under the cut)

a bullet just to meet you (petalloso)

lance spiderman au!

completed (1/1)

“What color are your eyes?” “What?” “It’s just, I can’t tell. I think about it a lot, your eyes and the color. You know how we can only see the barest portion of the electromagnetic spectrum? Even bees can see more of it than we can. I feel like whatever color they are, people can’t see it, like it only exists on you.”

a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss (cityboys)

super soft keith comforting lance

completed (1/1)

"You don't have to keep coming here, you know." Keith frowns, settling back with his hands at his sides. "Are you sending me away?" "No," Lance says, too loud too fast. "Just—you know—you have a choice." Keith lets silence fall back for a moment. Then, flatly, he says; "And I'm choosing to be here."

and, we dream of home (mothpoem)

keith visits lance while he’s with the bom

incomplete (2/3)

Keith feels his breath catch at the sight and has to forcibly remind himself that he’s not staring down a desert mirage, that Lance won’t wink out of existence up close and at exactly the wrong angle. He’s real. Not a pipe dream. Real boy. Blue and breathing. And beautiful, Keith’s brain adds, almost unwillingly. “And beautiful,” Keith mutters ruefully as he approaches at a silent soldier’s tread, and then he has to repress a big, dumb smile.

aprovechar el sol (speaks)

keith meets lance’s family

completed (4/4)

"Because I love you," Lance said, and Keith was floored by the way it just fell out of his mouth like he'd said it a thousand times before, the way it carried the same inflection it had when he said it earlier to each member of his family. "And there's nothing in the universe that could change that.”

better than coffee (anonymous)

keith is a barista and lance suddenly needs boba every day

completed (4/4)

“What’s in a name?” said Lance. “That which we call a rose—” Keith wrinkled his nose (rather adorably, Lance noted). “Don’t call me a rose.” Lance clutched his chest on one hand and held out the other to Keith. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Keith is the sun!” Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why did I ever give you my number?”

call me, beep me (orphan_account)

super sweet texting fic

completed (10/10)

(19:12) Update: Muffin is safe. (19:13) We found him in the park with a group of cats. Mildly worried he might be part of a gang. This big one with one eye tried to claw my face off when I went to grab Muffin. (19:20) This is the greatest news I've heard all day.

due west (europa_report)

krolia’s pov on keith’s and lance’s relationship

completed (5/5)

“Why did the blue lion choose you?” Lance’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. He was an expressive boy. He wiped the shock away quickly though, smiling easily as he took a small sip from the drink he held. “Dunno. We had a connection, I felt it the second I stepped into that cave. You know, the one Keith-“ “I know,” Krolia said tersely. “I found it.”

eternity (was in our lips and our eyes) (thespacenico)

post s7 feud episode

completed (1/1)

Lance feels like he's on the cusp of a life-changing revelation. "I told him not to tell you." And this time, Keith doesn't seem to have trouble asking the unavoidable question: "Why?" Lance looks at Keith, and everything falls into place. A life-changing, mind-blowing, head-splitting, earth-shattering revelation.

hearts don’t break around here (klancekorner)

lifetime best friends to lovers

completed (13/13)

“You could do the deep dish pizza place next to the park?” “Deep dish isn't sexy, Snickers.” “Does it have to be sexy?” “Of course.”

hey, mom, i met a boy (mothpoem)

keith sees visions of his future with lance

completed (1/1)

“What did you see?” Krolia murmurs. “Nothing,” Keith answers, voice rough. And then: “Everything.”

home is a feeling (thespacenico)

post s6, lance feels guilty about shiro and keith has nightmares

completed (3/3)

Keith has never felt so vulnerable. But in this moment, his head on Lance's shoulder, Lance's arms around him, he feels safe. He feels home.  He didn't know that home could be a feeling up until now.

if i had one wish (thespacenico)

for keith’s birthday; found family

completed (1/1)

Shiro seems to realize what's happened before Keith does. "You forgot," he says softly.   Keith stares at them. It's his birthday. He forgot his birthday. "Oh my god," Lance says.

just come to me once (laallomri)

keith writes lance letters on the space whale

incomplete (2/3)

Hi Lance. I hope you are okay. Today I hugged my mom for the first time. It wasn’t very good cause she’s kind of awkward about hugs and so am I. But I still liked it. I think I get it now when you said you missed your mom’s hugs so much. I hope you get to hug her soon.

let me melt under the heat of your sun (akaeijis, esbis)

lance and keith fall in love pre-kerberos mission

completed (1/1)

Keith’s lips are chapped, but they yield and they welcome and Lance feels like the ground gives way and he’s trapped in a freefall in slow motion. It’s so warm, the sun in his hands—moths burn up in flames, Icarus hurtles to the ground in a blazing trail, nothing gold can stay—Lance allows himself to burn.

mail me your heart (you already got it) (crystalklances)

basically a love, simon au??

completed (1/1)

You’re making me blush, Red. You don’t even know what I look like, how would you know I’m cute? Either you’re just messing with me, or you really are trying to flirt.

never saw you coming (dimpleforyourthoughts)

E M O T I O N A L   R O L L E R   C O A S T E R

completed (1/1)

If it were anyone else, Keith would figure he’d be dead in a minute. But he knows, as soon as he gives in to the beckoning unconsciousness, exactly what’s going to happen. He’s only been watching Lance’s stupid goddamned martyr complex play itself out for months now. He knows exactly how this story ends.

nothing’s quite as sweet (dimpleforyourthoughts)

keith is a barista and lance volunteers at a cat shelter

completed (1/1)

Keith grabs the collar of Lance’s hoodie and pulls him back down. Keith thinks, please catch me please catch me please catch me. And Lance does.

say my name (and every color illuminates) (talking_bird)

dream soulmate au

completed (1/1)

“Well, that’s what you are, right? My subconscious talking to me? That’s what my aunt says dreams are, but it’s kinda weird that my subconscious hasn’t seen the ocean before since I’ve been around the ocean my entire life.”

the light the water reflects (auras)

the softest and most poetic thing you’ll ever read

completed (1/1)

“You know,” Lance says, “When I think of home, I think of something that makes me feel content and warm inside. Metaphorically speaking.” Lance’s hand doesn’t move from his, even after the other boy dozes off, filling the silence with his gentle snores.  (It makes Keith feel content, and warm inside.)

the love you left behind (thespacenico)

adam, keith, and lance post-kerberos mission

incomplete (1/3)

"Do you still love him?" he asks quietly. Adam laughs softly. "Of course I do." He takes his glasses from the counter and pushes them back onto his nose. "Don't get me wrong, I'm still pissed as hell." Keith snorts, and Adam instinctively brings his hand up to the chain around his neck as he looks back out the window, at the stars. "But, yeah. I still love him. That much hasn't changed."

the stars, the moon (they have all been blown out) (talking_bird)

hogwarts au

completed (1/1)

“You know,” Lance started, voice so quiet, Keith wondered if he even wanted him to hear it, “whenever I conjure my patronus, you’re my happiest memory…” In a ghost of a voice, Keith whispered, “And you’re mine.”

there, nestled against his pulse (hiuythn)

soulmate au that literally murders your soul. 

completed (17/17)

The words on Keith’s right wrist say, hey kogane you alright. The words on his left read, stop why are you doing this to me stop it stop it stop

when the lights go out (dimpleforyourthoughts)

date and a fifth

completed (1/1)

“You know,” Keith says quietly, “You’re not a bad dancer. I expected you to constantly step on my feet.” “That may be the nicest thing you’ve said to me all night.” “Don’t get too comfortable there, cowboy.” “Cowboy.” Lance grins, hopelessly endeared.

you’re lucky that’s what i like (zenstrike)

collection of absolute fluff

incomplete (12/?)

“Uh, Lance?” Lance felt his eyelids drooping. “Yeah?”     “I may have asked for tickets to the least crowded movie.”     Lance considered this. “And we didn’t even make out,” he said with a sigh. “...they didn’t tell me no one had bought a ticket.”     Lance smiled.

[askblueberrymuffin]

✂ ( :3c )

((Mistakes were made, this is really, really long, read at your own discretion!

((YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.))

Citrus had received a text from Rex. It asked him to come over to his house. There were no specifications, time or anything. No joke or sarcastic flirty remarks. Nothing. Just a simple request. Which was odd, but not completely unusual. Perhaps he was having an off day? It would make sense why he would want the other over.

Besides, it’s not like coming over to the other’s house was any issue. It was only the quick, simple use of a ‘shortcut’ and he was at the front door. He raised his hand to knock on the front door, only for it to open before his knuckles made contact with the wood. He did not see who opened the door at first, as he was looking up, expecting Rex. Instead the culprit happened to be much, much lower down.

The little blue skeleton looked up at him with cheery eyes. He hopped back and opened the door widely. “Please, come in! Rex should be back any minute!” he exclaimed, the bow tying up his scarf bouncing with his movements.

It was quite unusual for Rex to ask him over when he wasn’t even home himself. Perhaps it had simply just been that kind of day. Sans closed the door behind him as he entered, before grabbing his arm and pulling him excitedly to the kitchen.

“Come on, come on! I tried out a new cinnamon bun recipe and I wanna professional opinion!” he exclaimed with a cheery, joking tone. Citrus chuckled. He could never say no to Sans when he seemed so excited and bouncy.

Well, you know what they say. Hindsight is 20/20 after all. He couldn’t have known Sans was more than what he said he was. He couldn’t have known the baked treat had been laced with something sinister. And how was he to have looked into a face near identical to his brother’s and know he was looking at a monster with a LOVE higher than 1…?

First it was an odd aftertaste. But it was fast acting. A tingly feeling spread throughout his body. First his fingertips went numb, then he dropped his fork. His hands– no. His limbs all felt just so… Heavy.

What was going on…?

“hey uh… bro? i… i can’t move my…” his voice quiets as a dizziness invaded his mind. Next, his head was against the table. He tried to lift himself back up, but it felt like he was at the bottom of the ocean. His bones could no longer lift him. He looks over at Sans. The smaller skeleton is watching him with a calm, blank expression. His eyelights are both pure white. He has never seen them like that.

A thought is slowly sinking in… A thought he cannot yet fully comprehend. One he doesn’t want to comprehend. His magic responds on it’s own, his eye sockets filled with yellow and orange light. “i can’t move… bro..?” he asks. He’s trying not to panic at the situation. Perhaps it was a simple misunderstanding..?

So hopeful.

“Of course, silly!” Blue finally spoke up, his expression turning bright and cheery. His voice was so sweet… It was too sweet? He had a hand to his face to cover his smile. He winked in a cutesy manner. “That’s the point~!” A sing-song, sickeningly sweet tone.

“c'mon, dude—this is uncalled for. is this cause o’ the snowball fight? ya wanna, like—make sure ya can get a hit in?” An attempt to lighten the situation, but he’s stressed, and its obvious.

“Ohh, I think this is plenty called for.” With a skip in his step he comes over, picking the other up easily bridal style. He peaks out the window quickly before opening the door with a little use of magic. He’s heading to the shed, humming some song happily to himself, without a care in the world. All things considered, he seems quite happy.

“Besides, it’ll be harder if you’re wriggling around. I might need more than one good hit! I’ve learned from past mistakes!” he exclaims, still sounding happy, but his voice is lowered so only the other hears. The town is quiet. It’s quite late. No one is out. All acts have been dropped. Is this the real him..? 

Citrus is tense, his bones involuntarily rattling. “c'mon, bro—what’d I do?” He needs to get out, or stall him, or something !! Hearing that Sans is going to hit him? His eye sockets become hollow and dark, pure fear overtaking his features. What had he done? Maybe he could bargain - he had to try something! 

“y—-ya don’t gotta do that. jus’ put me down, an’ i’ll leave. won’t come back here ever again. but don’t kill me.if ya kill me, i can’t go home, an’ if theres a reset, there’s no guarantee it’ll bring me back there. what if it leaves him alone?”

The bright, star-like lights in Blue’s eyes darken, leaving his smile vacant and unnerving. “T h a t ’ s   n o t   m y   p r o b l e m   i s   i t . . ?”

He had to go.

His eyes darted around for an escape. He couldn’t move, what else could he do? It dawned on him. His magic! Without a second thought he teleports himself out of the other’s arms, only to end up face first in a snowbank. He’s not far enough, no! He teleports again, he couldn’t leave. He couldn’t teleport as far as he normally could and he only kept collapsing into the snow.

Frantic he continued to expend more and more magic, even if it only moved him a few feet. He didn’t know where he was going but he just had to get away.

He could feel himself becoming tired and drained… No not yet. This was the worst possible time! He had to make it, there was no way around that! He had to keep going! But his body couldn’t hold the same resolve as his mind.

He was stuck. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear anything. He seemed to be in the foggy area between Snowdin and Waterfall... He really hadn’t made it far, had he..? He can hear the crunching of snow under small boots. It’s coming closer to him... He wants to run or even just turn to look. But he can’t...

“Silly... Silly! Silly, silly!” Gloved hands grasp his shoulder and flip him over so he’s face to face with his tormentor. “You thought you could get away so easily? That’s adorable, Citrus!” he exclaims, a warm smile on his face. It looked so real, but now he knew. He knew it was fake. He couldn’t do anything as he was picked up again.

Nor could he do anything as he was brought into the shed. The door was bolted shut. Without any real words, only the simple humming of a happy song, He began to work. This didn’t need to be slow and cruel... But he could make it that way.

The small skeleton may have been sick in the head. However, he still didn’t want to make a mess. Some things never change. Even if the similarity happens to be found in this psychopath. He grabs a black garbage back and begins the process of collecting the other into it, tall as he may be.

“He wouldn’t stop talking about you, you know? Citrus this, Citrus that. Did you hear what Citrus did today?” he began to speak. With a huff given through a faint smile he continued. “He was happy and that was good. But the way he started talking about you... The way he looked at you. Eheheh, you didn’t notice at all.” He sounds like a stereotypical housewife bickering about the most recent gossip.

Except that gossip is about him and she’s a twisted copy of his brother who’s tying the bag shut. It seems so dark suddenly. He feels claustrophobic and he feels like he doesn’t have enough air. Of course he wouldn’t run out of oxygen so quickly, but the oppressive atmosphere and his terror recreate the feeling of suffocation with startling accuracy. The static from the plastic feels uncomfortable against his bones and he’s curled in an awkward, uncomfortable position to fit in the bag fully.

“You’re such a distraction. I can’t have that.” Citrus can hear him lift something heavy from the back wall. No... “It’s really a shame. I actually liked you.” No, no, no--

A sharp force crashes into his legs. The bones break and splinter, pain coursing through his body. He can’t stop the strangled scream that leaves his mouth. He tries to plead, only to be struck by the heavy instrument again, this time snapping his humerus and cracking his ribs. He coughed, the chipped fragments of bones turning to dust in his ribcage, in the bag. Breathing in only brought the plastic into his face, as he choked for air.

It took three more hard strikes from the other. Pain clouded whatever vision he had and his thoughts were invaded by pure terror. He was going to die here. He was dying. He will die. Tears he hadn’t realized were falling caused the dust to stick to his face, pain surging in spikes through his shaking frame.

One final blow to the head caused a sickening crack and the form in the bag lost all defining features. He smiled, impressed the other managed to live through more than a single hit, what with his 1 HP and all. He must have really not wanted to die. It was quite commendable!

He set the shovel back against the wall as he picked up the bag. A shame he would have to throw away a perfectly good hoodie with him. But oh well, incriminating evidence is incriminating evidence. He walked out of the shed with the bag, tossing it into the dumpster before heading inside. He barely made it through the front door when the door to his room opened.

“Hey Sans, have you seen my phone?” Rex asked, holding earbuds in his hands which were still blasting music Blue could make out from where he was. He flashed an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I have not! If I find it I will give it back to you!”

[mysmeshc]

i really like the way you write your hcs ahh!! could you do one where the RFA get jealous over MC with another RFA member or a stranger? thank you so much!!

oh yeyeyeye mysme hc is back bbyYoosung:-Yoosungs jealousy can manifest itself in many ways- sometimes he gets sad, insecure, and whiny- but other times- oh l o r d other times- he gets pissed- like WHO in their right MIND would hit on you while he’s right there??- You and Yoosung has been walking around outside that afternoon bc you felt he needed a break from his studies. - Which he did NOT protest. - but what he DID protest was this random guy comin up to u as if you had a sign around your neck saying “Please flirt with me i’m single”.- “Excuse me Miss do you know the way to the nearest coffee shop?” - okay maybe it was innocent after all, just a guy asking directions-- “-and maybe after you show me I could buy you a cup?”- oh NO U DID N O T- “Well I can’t-“- No bby Yoosung’s got this. - Taking the hand that was currently intertwined with yours he pulled it up, nearly whacking the other guy in the face. - “Unless you plan on buying me one I. Don’t. Think. So.”- You were shooketh- Glancing up at the guy you shrugged and smiled. “I mean he’s right...”- He just huffed and walked away, shoving his hands into his pocket. - You smiled at your protective bf. - “Awe babe, you were so tough back there” you cooed, only earning a red face in response. Zen- ALL MEN ARE WOLVES, MC!!! W O L V E S- This guy gets jealous over everything. - I mean, e v e r y t h i n g. - “Excuse me ma’am, might I take your coat?”- “HEY BUDDY BACK OFF!”- “. . . Zen that’s his job.”- Most is the time Zen was good at keeping his cool. - Being an actor or what not. - But there was one man who, regardless of what he’s doing, will push his buttons. - Our beloved Mr. Trust Fund Kid- So when Zen found out you were going over to his place a l o n e to discuss the party he interjected immediately. - “Nope. No way MC. I’m not gonna sit here and watch that- that- ... corrupted guy corrupt you!!” - You gave your boy a “ur stupid and ya i still love u but wtf”- “Zen, first off, your insults are awful, and Second off, it’s Jumin. Unless I’m covered in fur and meowing when I get there he won’t be interested in me in the slightest-“- “ACHOO!! Don’t underestimate him, MC! He’s a Man!!! They only want one thing-“- “Fine. Come with me then. But be warned that I will make sure Elizabeth is on my lap at all times...”- “DEAL!”- “Ah, hello MC-. . . and company-“- “AAAACHOO! Hey Trust fu- fuhuhuhuuAACHOO!”- Jumin looked unimpressed but not shocked by any means. - “Ah, Zen, here to make sure I don’t steal MC for myself?” - “Shut the fuck up you Entitled Asshole...” Zen rubbed his nose before walking in. - The meeting went well, other than the every 2 minute interruption of Zen’s sneezing.- Jumin bid you off and you two returned home where Zen finally gained the ability to breathe through his nostrils again. - “See, MC? Wolves. All of them. Good thing I was there though!” Zen called as he walked off to the shower. - You loved him, but next time you go over to Jumin’s you’re just gonna lie about it...Jaehee- It is difficult to get Jaehee jealous bc she is so. oblivious. - literally everything you do goes straight over her head. - She’s incredibly book smart, but when it comes to romance, she’s a lil clueless. - That is until you two go out to dinner and a random guy starts hitting on the both of you because he thought the two of you were out as “just friends”.- “Hey ladies, you both are looking lovely tonight. Could I buy you a drink please?”- “No thank you.” Jaehee was quick to respond, but the guy didn’t get the hint. - “Okay, I get it, what about you, sweetheart?” - oh Jaehee was Salty. - “Can’t you see we’re on a date?!” Jaehee stood out of her chair, causing you to gasp and the man’s eyes to go wide. - “Like. . . Oh god. I’m so sorry. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening.” The man ran off with his tail tucked between his legs. - “Jaehee. . . I-I. . . Wow.”- You were shocked and amazed by your beautiful girlfriend. - “Now, how about I buy you a drink?”- omfg. Jumin- Despite Jumin’s confidence, he gets jealous relatively easily. - And how he handles it definitely depends on the person. - He knows to ignore Zen’s attempts at flirting because of his reputation and career. - Zen isn’t actually into MC. - The stranger at dinner, though, is a completely different story. - You two were at a nice restaurant, enjoying each other’s company, when Jumin excused himself to go use the restroom. - As soon as Jumin was out of eyesight, the waiter brought you a glass of wine. - Before you could protest, seeing as you hadn’t ordered it, the waiter explained it was from the older gentleman at the bar, pointing to wear a man with a nice tuxedo and cigar, unlit, resided. - You gave a thankful wave, which he misconstrued as an invitation to talk. - “Sorry if I’m intruding, sweetheart, but I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are, and me, being set in my old-ways, thought it only appropriate to buy you a drink.” He smiled, going to light his cigar. - “Oh, well, that’s very kind sir, and I do appreciate it, but I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke inside...” You cringed as he took a rather large inhale before blowing it above your head. -“Don’t worry, darling, I can do whatever I want in my restaurant.” He took it out of his mouth to tap off some of the excess ash onto a plate used for bread. - You began to cough, the smell making you gag slightly. - “So, whatdya say we get out of here and I show you the town, eh? I’ll buy you anything that precious lil’ heart of yours desires...” He reached for your hand, grabbing it and placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. - “I very much appreciate the invite but my date will be back very soon and he won’t be happy to see you in his seat...” You warned, looking around to see where the hell your boyfriend had disappeared to-- “Sorry I made you wait MC, I ran into-“ Jumin had been messing with his cuff link but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the look of uncomfort on your face as you motioned towards the man sitting across from you. - Straightening his tie, he cleared his throat to get the man’s attention. - The intruder swiveled in his seat, “Can I help you-“- oh fuck- is that?- “M-Mr. Han? What a pleasure it is to meet you! Oh I’ve heard so much about you and- Oh gosh, how rude of me, Jumin, please meet my lovely plus-one! Isn’t she cute in that dress of hers? Can’t wait ‘till I give her the tour of my mansion if you know what I’m saying!” The man motioned to you and you froze. - You saw Jumin’s eyes go red as his eyebrow twitched and you knew you had to intervene soon before Jumin loses his cool. - “Jumin, wait-“- “Excuse me, young lady, but that is Mr. Han to you! I apologize, Mr. Han, you know how women can be.” he laughed as if Jumin were part of this inside joke. - “May I speak to you, in private?” Jumin smiled, grabbing the man’s shoulder just a bit too tight. The man smiled like a giddy 5 year old. “Of course, Mr. Han! Be right back darling, the men must talk now.” He pretended to be cool as he walked by. You looked up at Jumin and you saw him mouth ‘wait in the car’ as the two walked off. - After sitting there for 45 minutes and filling in Driver Kim on everything that has happened, he chuckled knowingly as Jumin stepped in. - “... So? What happened? Did you call him out? Get free dinner?” You immediately question your boyfriend as he wrapped his arm around you. - “Don’t worry, dear, I took care of everything.” Jumin wrapped his arm around you and asked Driver Kim to take you both home. - The next day you saw in the news “Owner of local 5-Star Restaurant, Mr. Wae, Arrested on charges of sexual assault, meanwhile, C&R Int. has bought the building and places it under new management.”- You’re eye twitched. - “. . . juMIN HAN I SWEAR TO GOD-“707- Your boyfriend was in a grumpy mood because he ran out of PHD Pepper and he refused to drink anything else. - “Seven can you please just drink some water??”- “No can do, MC. My body is a temple and I only fill it with the purest of ingredients...”- “.... sEVEN-“- So, in order to make sure he didn’t DIE, you took him to a local fast food restaurant that you called ahead and made sure they had both HBC and PHD. - “Seven will you please just come inside with me?” He parked the car and looked over at you, groaning. - “But MC~ I drove ALL the way here!!!” He whined abd you gave up. - “Fine, I’ll be right back out, but don’t blame me if I get you Diet PHD instead of regular.” You smirked.- “You wouldn’t....”- “You’re right... I wouldn’t without also getting you BAKED HBC!!” You laughed maniacally, Seven holding back tears. - “You monster...”- Needless to say, he went inside with you, but got you two a table while you ordered. - “Hi may I please have 2 orders of the Number 5, both large, and can I substitute all the fries for HBC?” you asked the guy working the counter. - He chuckled lightly and nodded, entering in your order. - “Are you the lady that called in earlier?” He asked, making you blush in embarrassment. - “Oh, ya, uh, I guess I just really like them?” You lied, knowing Seven would get salty if you brought him into this. - “Ah, I think it’s cute. Besides, I like a girl who can eat.” He winked. - Seven’s ears perked up at this, your awkward laugh making him chuckle. - “Ah, thank you, but I-“- “Your total is 13.48” He cut you off, and you reached into your pocket and handed him a $20. - “Actually, for you it’s free.” The guy smiled. - “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly-“- “Babe! You’re turning down free food?” Seven had popped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you.- “S-Seven, not now... I’m ordering food.” You laughed, knowing the exact reason your boyfriend all the sudden got affectionate. - “I-I... uh... here.” He shoved the bags of food forward, you grabbing the drink cups and filling them up with soda. - “Thank you! And by the way, you’re not really my girlfriends type, but you are mine.” Seven winked and handed the man his number. - You came back and noticed the guy blushing, and you groaned, dragging him out of the store. - “I swear to god were you being gay again??”- “As HELL lololol”

[thesquiddygirl]

20 Questions

TW for some blood and broken bones. This is a story I wrote on how Google had met Alia, Iris and Sam. Hope you enjoy~ hopefully the format doesnt mess up qwq

“W-w-welcome. P-please s-state your full n-names.” The three women stared at the Android that was standing upright in the middle of a room.They were confused on how something like that was in it, as well as surprised that it had sensed their presence. What they didn’t notice was that the door automatically closed behind them the minute they stepped in, encasing them with the rather advanced technology. Upon closer inspection they noticed that the Android looked.. Completely human. It had black fluffy hair that parted to a side and glasses, wearing a blue shirt with the letter “G” on it. It also had a male body structure and was.. Quite tall and muscular. The only thing that was out of the ordinary were the eyes. They had a BSOD look across them, no sign of pupils or irises at all. It was as if it was experiencing some kind of error, which explained the stutter in his voice.

The three stayed quiet and glanced at each other in confusion, dumbfounded on what to say.

The android spoke again, this time more sternly. “P-please state your names.” “...Uh.. Iris McKline.” “Alia Duvval.” “Samantha SunVaughn.”

The Android stayed quiet for a moment, his body completely still. It was as if he was paralyzed from the neck down, and the only thing he could move was his head as it turned slightly more towards their direction. From how quiet it was, the three heard a soft hum that emitted from his body as if he was processing the information.

Then, he spoke again.

“G-G-Greetings. I am Google I-I-IRL. My primary o-objective is to answer q-questi-ions as quickly as p-possible.”

Iris couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow as she noticed thow stiff he was standing as well as the lack of movement, clearing her throat. “Yo, gotta question- can you move or anything?”

Google turned his head toward her, his fully blue eyes staring blankly into her own emerald green ones. A chill ran down her spine as she stared into them, now having that unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something.. Didn’t feel right.

“I am u-u-unable to mo-o-ove, for my softwa-a-are is i-in the mi-iddle of a-an upgra-ade. Sadly, the u-upgrade is r-rather long a-and has develo-oped a few e-e-errors, making me p-paralyzed at this time.”

Sam let out a soft noise, making Iris and Alia now glance at her. She seemed upset at what he said and had that sad puppy-eyed expression as she just stared at him. “Is there anything we can do to help?” She asked as she dumbfoundedly went close to the other.  “Sam-” Iris began to say, feeling herself tense up. She began to walk towards her but stopped as she was cautiously close to the android. He was a giant compared to her; She was just below his shoulders! Then again Sam needed help to open cabinets.. But his height was still unsettling.

As well as that emotionless tone he had as he answered Sam’s question.

“U-Unfortunately, there is no o-option or r-r-route to help m-me in my state a-at this time. A-Although, I would L-like to a-ask you three l-ladies s-something: Would you like to play ɬῳɛŋɬყ զųɛʂɬıơŋʂ?”

Red flags immediately popped into Alia and Iris’s heads as he said that last sentence. It didn’t have a stutter and the last two words sounded more glitched. Alia quietly went to the door as he seemed distracted by Sam’s ogling, trying to open it but now realized that it was locked tight. There was no way out.  “Iris.. I have  bad feeling about this.” She finally muttered softly to her friend. Iris couldn’t help but to nod in agreement as she instantly walked next to Sam. Sam didn’t seem scared or anything. In fact she seemed more excited, as if it didn’t click in her head how bad the situation was. Iris grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to step back as she side-eyed the android. The glare wasn’t returned but.. She could have sworn she saw a small smirk twitch on his lips for a second. Alia went next to Sam as well as she answered his question, fidgeting with the end of her scarf, “I-if we can get out of here afterwards, yes.”

A smile was across his lips as he tilted his head. It had seemed to be oddly genuine, but the two girls knew that it was hiding malicious intent.

“P-Perfect! Now, Question one for McKline….”

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The questions he had told them were simple math problems and basic knowledge. The three got through them all with a breeze, but Alia and Iris still felt that something was wrong. The more questions he asked, the less he had stuttered… and Iris could have sworn she saw his arm twitch. She still held onto Sam’s shoulder just in case, who was peering up at the android with bright, innocent eyes. The small smile was still across her face as if she wasn’t terrified that he towered over her so easily. He returned the gaze and it was still blank… it was so hard to determine what was going on in his mind but Iris wanted to let him say the last question so they can all get out of here.

“Last question.. For Sunvaughn. Does anyone know that you three are here?”

There was no stutter at all as he said that, but his voice was cold and piercing as he peered down at Sam. Sam felt her own heart jump as he spoke, now having a feeling that something was wrong as she felt Iris pull her back a bit more. “Uh… well… not really no..” She hesitantly replied, but still forced a small smile.  

He smirked back and a notification sound was heard from the room, making the three now jump in surprise.

“ʊքɖǟȶɛ ƈօʍքʟɛȶɛɖ.”

His eyes became static for a second before they showed two bright, electric blue irises. He raised his hand moved his fingers, seemingly to test out if he could move them. “...Thank you three for occupying my time while I was waiting for that horrendous update. Unfortunately, I cannot let you three leave.. Since you all seem like perfect subjects to test out my new features.” He said blankly as he walked towards Sam, the expression in his eyes now turning into murderous intent. Sam squeaked softly and Iris forced her to be behind her and Alia. “Like hell you are!” She shouted as she went to grab her shoe. In what seemed like an instant though, metallic wires sprawled from his back and shot straight at her arm, going through it with ease. It was so fast that three couldn’t comprehend it until Iris let out a strained scream as well as blood now beginning to drip. The wires that were through her arm quickly coiled and tightened around and an electric shock went through them towards her body. She screamed louder and tried to pull away, her body jolting from the electricity. She began to flail and kick but Another set of wires went around one of her legs, ever so easily forcing it to go at an odd angle.

A chilling snap was heard as well as another agonizing scream.

Sam stayed quiet as she saw her friend practically get mangled, specks of her blood on her white hoodie. She felt her heart race and she stepped back more, looking around quickly and trying to come up with a plan. Alia on the other hand raised both of her hands, about to summon a spell so they could all be safe. She however got disrupted when she heard the sickening thump of her friend getting thrown against the wall as if she was a toy. Alia glanced, seeing that Iris was unconscious and barely hanging on from the amount of pain. Her body convulsed from the electricity and her arm was bleeding badly. It looked like something from a horror sci-fi movie. Before she could even finish her spell, the wires now went around both of her wrists and easily snapped them, making her let out a scream in pain. Google just smirked darkly as he forced het to be close to him. Alia just trembled violently and whimpered, trying her best to kick as well or even say a spell. With his hands he grabbed her scarf and tied it around her mouth, making some of the fabric go into her mouth so she couldn’t even speak. Then he effortlessly made his wires throw her against the back wall harshly, another thump as well as muffled groans in pain being heard. He examined the two women who were practically knocked out, or incapable of moving as he then took his attention to Sam, who was trying to unlock the door. 

She felt her heart race as she felt his dark gaze, using her body to try and break the door down. She yelped when she felt some of the bloodied wire go around her neck and yank her away from the door and raising her towards him. She began to squirm but felt the wire tighten and hurt her neck. “This makes my secondary objective MUCH easier now.” He snickered out as some of new wire pierced through her shoulder, making her grit her teeth as she tried not to scream. She felt her warm blood dampen her hoodie from the wound and then let out a slight noise as she felt another wire skewer her other shoulder. Then her thighs, and then she saw a final set of wire aim for her chest. “I must admit, you three did help me figure it out. So I really must thank you.. But your lives are insignificant for me. I’ll be sure to find a nice shallow grave for you to rest in.” His voice was cold as his eyes just glared into her own. Sam just whimpered and trembled now, feeling the pain throughout her body.

Then she… smiled. “W...wait.. I have a question.” She managed to say, already wincing from the pain of even talking from the grip of the wire. Google immediately stopped his actions, pausing as he tilted his head. His pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was transfixed. He was listening intently, “...What is it?”

Sam just smiled more and trembled, her eyes being bright again and full of life, despite not even knowing if it was going to work.

“What’s zero divided by zero?”

Silence rang in the air and in an instant the wires went back to the other, making Sam fall with a thud. She winced in pain and curled up, seeing what was happening. Google stayed quiet, his body twitching as he was trying to figure out the question. The wires went back into his back and he tried to speak, but it became glitchy and distorted. He tried to move towards her in anger but his eyes widened when a loud pop and fizzle escaped from his body, and he stood limp. He shorted himself out from the question!

Sam just stared at the other and laughed weakly, kind of relieved that she did it. She managed to get up and take a deep breath, going to the droid and caressing his cheek. He was extremely hot, but Sam noticed that his eyes said “REBOOTING”. That might take a while thankfully. She just pat his cheek before going to Alia and ungagging her. In an instant Alia shouted out a spell, making both of her wrists healed. “Oh god.. Oh dear. I have to heal you and iris quick and then I can break the door down alright?” She quickly said as she forced Sam to sit down and check her wounds. All Sam could do was give a small, innocent smile and a slight shrug, wincing in pain.

“...He ruined my hoodie.” “SAM.”