#bad enough they went through my damn diary that one time when I was in middle school

[redhotarsenic]

Nah cuz like. The thing is that if they find it they’re gonna be annoying as fuck about it. Like. “Ooooh is that a BOY is that your BOYFRIEND ooooh you have a BOYFRIEND what’s his naaaame oooooh” and so on

[sundrop-writes]

if Mike fell asleep with you...

Word Count: 750

Horror Characters Masterlist

Warnings: this is mostly pure fluff - Mike and the reader are in an established relationship, the reader's gender is not described in any way (the main pronouns used are you/yours), Mike calls the reader angel, the reader takes on a caregiver role for Abby, mostly just short and fluffy. This is set before the main events of the movie, when Mike is working as a security guard at the mall.

A/N: So, I've seen so many people in the tags going 'just let him sleep!!! that man is so exhausted!!' and saying that he's too tired to fuck in the way that people are writing fanfics about him. And as much as I love super horny fics, I do thought this up, because I agree - the man should be allowed to sleep. This is largely inspired by that scene in Grey's Anatomy where Meredith walked in and Owen was asleep on Cristina's chest while she was reading a book (I think it was when she was reading through Mer's mom's diaries?) - anyway. I love that scene so much because it shows how easily he sleeps around her because he's so comfortable around her. And that's why it deeply inspired this. Let him sleep.

...

Mike was exhausted when he came in the door. 

He heaved out a sigh as he closed the door behind him, toeing off his shoes - pure, stiff tiredness radiating through his whole body in the worst way. 

You knew that sound anywhere. 

“Long day?” You inquired gently from your position on the couch, lightly craning your neck to look at him. 

He shuffled further into the house in an almost zombie-like fashion, only giving you a solitary grunt in response. 

You felt kind of bad that he had been stuck at work late when you had been lucky enough to have a morning shift and been treated to a relaxing evening with Abby. She was a relatively easy kid to take care of, and generally fun to be around. 

And after you had put her to bed, you laid out on the couch, relaxing and reading a novel that your friend had recommended. Generally, you were having a nice evening. And it seemed that Mike was not. 

As you kept an eye on Mike, you folded over the page of your book to mark it and put it on the coffee table for later. 

“Dinner’s on the counter.” You told him. “I made lasagna. I can heat it up for you if you want.” 

You hated that before he started dating you, all he knew was freezer burnt crap - but you were slowly showing him how to cook, and a world of vegetables that didn't come in a can. 

Mike took off his jacket and the heavy belt he had to wear for work (his large walkie talkie and his taser were in his locker at work, as mandated, but the thing was still damn uncomfortable) and he hung them both up. 

He didn’t respond to your queries about dinner as he walked around the couch. Instead of speaking, seeing you laying there so relaxed - the sight was all too inviting, and he eased himself to lay on top of you in a form of very natural intimacy before he grunted a few words into your neck. 

“Did Abby eat?” He asked softly as he laid on top of you. 

It was oddly comforting to have the bulk of his weight on top of you, especially as he melted against you, letting out a small moan as the tension melted out of his bones. He adjusted himself to get more comfortable and his face rested against the softness of your chest - you glanced down to see that his eyes were drifting closed. 

“She ate two platefuls, and had some peas.” You assured him. “Did her homework, had a bath, and she practiced her spelling words before she went to bed.” 

Mike grunted again - a more positive pitch to this one. He couldn't ask for anyone better than you. Sometimes he worried about her - all the time. But when Abby was with you, that worry lessened a lot. 

“You’re an angel.” He hummed against your chest. “I don’t-” He let out a gentle yawn. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” 

“You look hot in a uniform and my job at the bookstore gets boring.” You replied, half-joking about the circumstances of how your relationship with Mike had formed. 

You reached out to him and began running your fingers through his hair, soothing him even further into the realm of sleep with the comforting touch. 

He let out another tired moan in reply - something that almost stretched into a rolling sound with the gentle pleasure of your hand in his hair. With the way his body was so slack against yours, his breathing even and quiet, you knew this was only leading one place. 

“You wanna go get ready for bed?” You asked gently. 

“In a minute.” He answered softly, barely parting his lips to get the words out. 

You glanced over to the table and reached out, picking your book back up as his breathing deepened and his body went even more slack. You were preparing to get comfortable for the next few hours. You weren’t all that tired yourself, and you still had a few chapters left to go. When you got to the next chapter, he began to snore lightly and you felt drool dripping down your neck - which didn’t bother you all that much. You found it cute, in fact. 

You were comforted by the fact that he relaxed enough around you to get such a good sleep. You knew that he needed it. 

...

A/N: also, this is my first time posting a fic completely from mobile by copy/pasting something from google docs on my phone. So hopefully the formatting isn't too messed up and hopefully this goes well! And I hope you guys enjoy this short fluffy fic 💖

[scuttlingcrab]

The Great Hunt

In Search of a Hammer

I recently discovered some rare dialogue where Raphael returns the Orphic Hammer to Tav if they “misplaced it.” Hilarious and perfect. Naturally, I had to write about Raphael finding out about Tav’s incompetence and jumping through hoops to return it to them before the last battle.

Summary: Raphael learns from Korrilla that Tav foolishly sold the Orphic Hammer in an attempt to earn some last minute gold. Raphael hunts down the Hammer before his dreams are destroyed forever.

Notes: This will be in 3 parts! Part 2 coming soon! 🥰

Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.

(Image via keylana-dragon)

Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. 

The gentle rapping on the door of the Devil’s Den was enough to disturb Raphael, to pull him from his current train of thought. He pursed his lips, letting out a stream of hot air from his scrunched nose like a vexed dragon. There was only one who knocked in such an irritating, irregular rhythm; always with a slight air of caution, as if they were already apologising for the sin they’ve yet to commit. Why must these damned creatures insist on such blatant trepidation in his presence? With all the interruptions as of late, he would’ve preferred at least a shred of authority with their actions.

“What is it this time, Korrilla?” Raphael snapped, slowly closing the diary he had been scribbling in. “You are becoming more irksome than a gaggle of babbling children.”

There was a long pause before the door to his suite creaked open, allowing in the sounds of rushed, heavy footsteps. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted as Korrilla waited behind Raphael, his skin prickling as he sensed the tides turning. 

In all the years of service to Raphael, Korrilla only entered the room in such an undignified manner when there was a problem. The last time she barged into his quarters, disrupting a rendezvous with a client that had been years in the making; she announced that the Crown of Karsus had been stolen from Mephistopheles’ vault. 

Raphael interlaced his fingers atop the rosewood desk, squeezing his hands together as he waited for what felt like aeons for Korrilla to give her explanation. 

“Speak!” He barked, his words violently cutting through the silence. “You of all creatures should know that time is of the essence.” 

Korrilla coughed in surprise at the sudden outburst, nervously clearing her throat as she took a step forward. 

“Right, I uh. Well, see… You’re not going to like this…”

“Do not tell me my dear father has finally decided to pay me a visit?”

“Well… no, it’s not that bad, but…” She hesitated, her voice quivering. 

Raphael straightened his back, twisting like an owl so he could glare at Korrilla. She winced at the action, as if he had struck her.

“I’m afraid that, um… that little mouse, your favourite client? They’ve sold the Orphic Hammer.”

“They did what?!” 

“Needed the coin apparently. I tried to stop them, even went to the s–”

Raphael slowly turned away from Korrilla, loosening his hands. He placed his palms on the desk, digging his nails into the rosewood. The tips of his fingers glowed red as the piece of furniture burst into flames.

––

Mamzell Amira stood behind her counter near the entrance of Sharess’ Caress, leaning against a small bookshelf. She had her arms crossed, squeezing them just enough against her chest to show a healthy amount of cleavage. 

Her prized house of pleasure was bustling, the busiest it had been in years, and all thanks to Lord Gortash’s recent coronation. She could just about hear the sound of gold ringing in the pockets of lustful customers as they crammed into her establishment, wanting a taste of what Sharess’ Caress had to offer. Her accounts would indeed be plentiful after that day alone, helping her relieve a few more debts that had been stacking up as of late. 

Mamzell’s gaze drifted back to the young half-elf in front of her, who could still not meet her eyes without blushing. She had been stuck in a conversation with him for the last hour, trying to coax him out of that shiny shell of his. The boy had a handsome face and dark eyes that told her a different story, one of a raging beast lurking beneath the surface of that sheepish disposition. He had a lot of potential and she knew the perfect pairing for him…

Out of nowhere the entire building shook frantically, as if the walls trembled in fear. The room became silent as everyone waited for the tremors to end, but they only got worse. Another earthquake? And so soon? But no… deep shouts reverberated through the ceiling, getting louder and louder, causing the windows to shatter and the lights to flicker sporadically. She could just about recognise that voice… No matter, whoever that was, they better leave a generous tip. 

“As I was saying, sweetling; my expertly trained courtesans can elicit all sorts of reactions from lucky patrons...” 

—— 

The Devil’s Den was ablaze. The wooden ceiling groaned as it continued to warp from the blistering heat. Thick flames consumed everything as it moved across the suite, making its way towards Korrilla.

Korrilla crawled in the direction of the door, desperately trying to escape the inferno. Raphael stood in the centre of the room, hellfire bursting from his body like an erupting volcano. He shed his mortal skin, sneering viciously at Korrilla. 

“Mamzell Amira isn’t going to like this…” Korrilla shouted over the turbulent flames, concealing her mouth from the smoke with the sleeve of her dress.

“I’ll be damned what that wretched woman thinks, you insipid creature! She is bound to me regardless, so let her clean up this mess after I’m finished with you. In fact, I will burn this entire pathetic city to the ground. The Illithids will have nothing to claim but charred bones and ruins by the time they arrive.”

The ceiling fell behind Raphael, bringing a wine rack down with it. A large blast of embers continued to swirl around the Devil as wine bottles met the flames, exploding like fireworks. 

“Raphael, we need to get o–”

“Where did they sell it? Tell me at once!” 

“B-Beehives' General Goods… in the Lower City.”

Raphael roared, flapping his wings and causing the fire to grow more ferocious, mirroring his temper. Of all the shops Tav could’ve approached, they had stooped so low as to sell it there. To one of the dullest, most idiotic merchants Raphael had encountered in the last century. If that imbecile desperately needed the coin, why didn’t they approach Raphael? Had he not offered them salvation? A way out of their impending fate? He had made it so easy, so effortless for them! All they needed to do was free Orpheus from those damned infernal bindings. He should have made it more of a challenge, maybe then they would’ve stuck to the script. 

The Devil lashed his tail, destroying what was left of the blackened desk and tearing up the remaining floorboards in the process. How could he have allowed himself to be so daft, to leave such an important part of his plan to mere mortals? If he failed now, when he was so close to the Crown, to his destiny, he would be known as the laughing stock of the Hells. The bards would make a mockery of him in song for all eternity. Raphael’s worst nightmare. 

Around him, the Devil’s Den and his dreams crumbled, turning to ash. No. No! He would not let that happen. There was still time to make amends. 

“Gird your loins, Korrilla.” Raphael bellowed.

“Wait, what? You can’t be–”

Raphael snapped his fingers, immediately sending Korrilla away to another plane. Temporarily banished. He didn’t care where he sent her, he just knew that if he had to look at that face for another second, he feared what he might do to her. The dwarf would prove useful in the days ahead and yes, she did meddle in his affairs from time-to-time, but she was a loyal servant. A strong warlock. She could survive anything. 

He’d find her later, for another scolding and a proper debrief, once the Hammer was back in the hands of that trying little mouse.

—— 

Oliver Tefoco prided himself in the Beehive General Goods. Somehow he still managed to keep his little shop afloat, even after the Absolute targeted the city’s main gates, putting the business in jeopardy. Oliver never thought he could run it by himself, not without his beloved wife, Kroyce, at his side. He had sent his wife and children away when the cultists attacked the city. And all for the best, really, who knew if and when they’d strike again. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been truly alone; without the sounds of his wife’s idle chatter or his children’s laughter as they ran up and down those rickety old stairs. It was all too quiet now. Gods, he sure missed Kroyce, constant nagging and all... 

The merchant stiffened, immediately rising from his chair behind the counter, as if Kroyce might walk in at any moment. Perhaps he should tidy things up, just in case. It was getting a wee bit dusty in there and besides, there had been no other guests since that dishevelled group of adventurers visited him hours ago. Selling him that strange hammer, he had never seen one quite like it in all his years as a merchant.

He might as well keep himself busy. It’s what Kryoce would do.

Oliver ventured into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a rag and wooden bucket filled with water.

“Right…” Oliver muttered to himself, dabbing the rag in liquid. “Better get going.”

Oliver started his task by cleaning the shelves behind the counter, removing the contents from each level. Bottles of wine, potions, books and more books; he had practically everything. Perhaps too many things, maybe he should sell some bits and bobs at the next market. 

As he began clearing away the cobwebs, a strong scent of sulphur abruptly filled the room. The air felt heavy against his thin frame, and he found himself struggling to breathe. He paused, dropping the rag in the bucket. Did he leave the stove on? No, can’t be right. He didn’t remember… 

The merchant turned around and was unexpectedly face-to-face with a tall, dark haired man. Oliver let out a high pitched scream, nearly falling over backwards. 

The stranger loomed over Oliver, his eyes a peculiar golden colour, resembling the flickering flames of a candle. As Oliver stared back at the man, he noticed his skin sizzled, hissing like an overflowing kettle. How long had that man been standing there? He would have to check on that blasted door chime, that’s the second time this week it decided to stop working.

Oliver licked his lips, trying to swallow but realised his mouth was uncomfortably dry. His tongue stuck to the top of his hard palate. Sweat cascaded down his forehead, making his beard a soggy, droopy mess.

“H-hello, my good sir! How may I help an esteemed guest such as yo–”

“I am looking for a hammer.” The man’s voice was deep, intoxicating. 

“A h-hammer, you say? Why, I have plenty. Hammers for building, s-smithing –” 

“No, no…” The man slowly raised his finger, shaking it side-to-side. Oliver could’ve sworn he saw a spark fly from those fingertips. “This is no ordinary hammer.” 

“I-I only have ordinary goods, sir. P-please if you are not satisfied, might I also offer you some light nibbles, perhaps? Or maybe some potions to cure any–” Oliver started going through the rest of his usual spiel in an attempt to calm his nerves.

“You will listen to me.” The stranger growled in response, taking a step towards Oliver. “Someone came into your shop today, selling you a hammer, did they not?”

Oliver’s mouth hung open in confusion and he scratched his head, staring at the man in front of him. The stranger's face turned into a terrifying scowl as Oliver continued to gape. There was something familiar in his face, the way he talked, moved, those fancy clothes… Where had he heard that voice before? And those eyes…

“Did they not?” The man said again, his tone rising.

“Uh, yes? Hold on…” 

The stranger perked up slightly, but his eyes remained stern. He edged closer to Oliver.

“A funny dwarf woman came in here earlier,” Oliver continued, “asking the same type of questions. But I will tell you the same thing I told her. I am not giving away any information. No sir. Those are my rules–”

“Where is the hammer?” The man's voice rumbled through his chest. The room was sweltering and Oliver leaned against the wall for support, feeling woozy. He sniffed the air, smelling something new, something burning. Smoke rose from the feet of the stranger. 

“L-listen here, sir.. I mean no trouble, but I don’t do business with thugs. If that woman is going to send her goons after me, well–”

Oliver never considered himself a brave man. He practically avoided conflict his whole life, save for that one time he punched a man in the face, due to a misunderstanding. He often thought about what he’d do if he was ever threatened, he had no idea how to hold a sword and knew just the basic fundamentals of magic. Despite that, he felt pretty confident he could take on that stranger. No matter how weird he smelled, or how the ground caught fire where he stepped. Just an illusion, that’s what Kryoce would say. 

The stranger raised his hand, and Oliver put up his fists, preparing to counter whatever attack came his way. The man pressed his thumb and middle finger together and Oliver gasped. Long black nails protruded from his fingertips, reminding Oliver of... claws.

The man snapped his fingers and Oliver suddenly found the world around him very, very big. 

—— 

It was impossible for Raphael to keep calm as he tore through the Beehive General Goods. He had turned the entire residence upside down as he searched for the Hammer, plundering the top floors and basement like some sort of petty thief. He ripped through the walls and floorboards in the off chance the merchant hid the Hammer there. 

The Devil knew what merchants were capable of. He had dealt with many in his career, and they were always hiding something, withholding important information if it might make them just an extra bit of coin. There was nothing of value in that so-called shop anyways. Rubbish, the lot of it. And still, no Hammer to be found.

Raphael had been reckless, he would never dare show his cambion form outside of the usual safe houses. It was dangerous to do so in Baldur’s Gate, but he had no other choice. Time was running further away from him the more he dawdled, searching for the Hammer. Raphael would be the least of that merchant’s worries, let alone the entirety of Faerûn, if Tav didn’t have the Hammer soon. 

The sound of glass breaking pulled Raphael away from his internal monologue. A large rat darted across the floor, running back and forth in a rapid attempt to find a hole to hide in. Raphael grinned as he knelt down, picking up the creature by its tail. It dangled in his fingers, squirming. 

“My dear, dear merchant. Are you ready to give me an answer? Or do you prefer being a slimy little rat? I would say, this look suits you quite well. Although, it would be bad for business, don’t you think?” 

Raphael squeezed the rat’s tail tighter and it screeched. 

“Good. Now, let’s try this again. Where is the Hammer?”

To be continued…

[splatooshy]

@crossedsabers10s

thinking of damon and jeremy’s odd little dynamic.

i imagine it to be what the salvatores would’ve had if katherine hadn’t showed up when damon went home on leave after stefan’s letter about valerie. JNSI excluded.

them having stupid little conversations

“My parents were too busy with Elena.” “So?” Damon says. “Both my parents heavily preferred Stefan, and I still turned out fine.” Jeremy just looks at him.

Jeremy being really messy at the Boarding House and Damon gets annoyed and starts yelling at him to clean up and Jeremy just rolls his eyes and gives him a sassy 'yes mother' and Damon’s just like 'yes I am your mother now clean your fucking room.'

(s5) Damon flopped onto the couch beside Jeremy, looking at the kid with a resigned sort of curiosity. “Ok, spill.” “Huh?” Jeremy startled, flicking a glance towards the open archway leading to the front hall, a move that did not slip Damon’s notice. “Relax. Elena’s gone off to wherever with Blondie. So take a breath and just spit it out. What’s got you acting so weird?” “I’m not acting weird,” Jeremy immediately denied. The vampire scoffed. “Nice try, but somehow, you’re an even worse liar than Stefan.” Jeremy crossed his arms with a huff. “I’m not acting weird, okay? Just drop it!” Damon brought a leg up from where he was sprawled, and jabbed Jeremy in the thigh with his foot. Repeatedly. “You’re sad.” Damon guessed. “Confused… and conflicted, more than slightly intimidated by my awesomeness, and there’s a teensy bit of shame hiding in that guilty little furrowed brow of yours. Oh my god.” He sat up straight, gasping in mock realisation. “Is this a sexuality crisis? Do I need to give you the gay sex talk? Because honestly, that would explain so—“ “What? No! It’s not… That’s- I’m…” Damon raised an eyebrow, clearly indicating for the boy to continue. “I’m not going through a sexuality crisis, or whatever. I’m fine, okay?” Jeremy sighed, silently willing for Damon to leave him alone. Bonnie wasn’t any support, either. All she had done was laugh at him from her spot on Damon’s oh-so sacred reading chair. “Right….” Damon drawled sceptically.

“I don’t know if this is just another one of those ‘coming back from the dead’ things or not, but you definitely weren’t this level of weird the last time Bonica Magica resurrected your punk ass. Are you seeing more ghosts or something? Oh god, is it Kol— is Kol your own personal poltergeist? Damn, that would suck. Tell him to go fuck off to Louisiana, would you? He can go rattle his chains at Marcel or what—“ “I am not being haunted by Kol, Damon.”

(s2) "Remember how I told you I read Elena's diary, because I wanted to find out what her secret was?" Jeremy asks, startling Damon out of his happy lamentation. "Yeah. So?" "Well, I sorta still do it sometimes." Damon widens his eyes in mock horror. "You bad, bad boy," he chides, laughing a little as he takes a swallow of whiskey. “I’ve read all one-hundred-and-seventy-six of Stefan’s. Multiple times. Sometimes I leave comments in the margins. Did you come here to compare notes on invading a sibling’s privacy, or…?”

“…Did you just kiss my forehead?” Jeremy blinked. What the hell. Damon Salvatore, big bad vampire, just kissed Jeremy, on the forehead, showing affection for someone of his own free will —— completely out of nowhere!Damon scowled. “Don’t make it weird.” It wasn’t— It was an accident, okay? Sometimes, the kid reminded him a little too much of himself as a human. Other times, all he saw was Stefan. It would be enough to mess with anyone’s brain. He was acting on instinct!

[zenixromeave]

i love fucked up vylad <3 vylad can go crazy sometimes too

-vylad anon

alright. this ones for the people. the diaries: irene's blessing vylad overview

in my rewrite/headcanons, vylad is not a Good person. he wants to be! but he isn't. he thinks he's evil because he's a shadow knight. because he came back wrong. in believing that this is what makes him inherently evil and Bad, he believes the same about every other shadow knight. he doesn't believe they can be good. he doesn't believe they can change. he believes the world should be rid of them, because he believes the world should be rid of himself.

i'm going to show a lot of his healing/character arc through his relationship to food and gardening

vylad forages the nether for the most lethal things it has to offer- warped fungi and its relatives, which shadow knights are basically allergic to in my rewrite. he makes himself ill tasting the plants that aren't meant for him, and with them, he tries to develop poisons that Stick. that kill.

he keeps a journal, in case one of them works. he hopes someone will pick up his work and do what needs to be done. his most effective poison, he used when trying to shoot zenix. on a human target, the poison was the least concerning thing about being shot, but he'd hoped that in the blood of a shadow knight, it might do some real damage. he didn't get to see if it did. he wallowed in guilt for weeks after shooting brendan, cursing himself for another evil deed.

(alright ok this part diverges quite a bit from canon i think, but i didn't want kiva locked up in a prison cell in the nether. it didn't make sense, and lowell already went through that so like, damn, that's just fucked up yknow?) then a young girl gets stuck on the wrong side of the portal. vylad is so thankful to have been the first to find her, and sets his mind on making sure she survives until he can get her out. mostly, that requires food and water. i imagine that if you go high enough, close to the roof of the nether's caverns, you can find water, drip-dripping down from places unknown.

vylad cuts the thick flesh of red and blue mushrooms for a new reason. its a good reason. he's allowed to do something good.

for a long time, he's built himself on the idea of getting rid of evil. of getting rid of things like him. for the first time, he does something good.

after a few days and the smell of sizzling mushrooms and gargantuan pork chops, vylad makes himself a plate to eat. this time, without the things that hurt him.

he used to join his mother in the garden when he was small. even though they could have had anyone else in the world do it for them, they got their own hands dirty and took care of the little plot themselves. vylad was never very good at it, but they didn't do it for sustenance or survival; they did it for the joy of doing it.

he considers trying to garden again. maybe he could enjoy the fruits of his own hard work. maybe he could try to put good into the world, instead of trying to weed out the bad.

after all, any plant can be considered a weed, if you aren't looking at it the right way.

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

Diary of an Attendant/Friend/Stranger (4)

Excerpt 4: Dreams and Bad Memories

{Masterlist} {Ao3}

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Warnings: spoilers for all games, death, OG OM Lesson 16 events, liberal use of strike throughs, cursing, MC is clearly Not Well

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I dreamt of RAD again. Not the new one I’m apparently one of the founders of but the old one, the one where I fought to be a part of — all the way to becoming a member of the student council.

Back to the Future and Doctor Who do nothing to help with the memory and emotional aspects of time travel. I’m still reeling from everything from before. Like, I almost died. Several times.

Did I really put myself back into a dangerous situation? I’m without magic, without pacts, without my friendships. Again. All I’ve got is nostalgia for times that haven’t even happened yet. Some of those that maybe aren’t worthy of nostalgia.

The RAD dream was less of a dream and more of a memory, really. It was from before I got my pact with Mammon, when I first spoke with Solomon. It felt bittersweet, talking to him while he had his mysterious and detached persona. The warning Lucifer gave me that day wasn’t in the dream, but I still felt the apprehension that had come after it.

Was he right? Am I still not sure after all these years? Can I truly not trust the one person who’s here with me?

I’m staying away for a little while from everyone. The dream only turned back to the attic after that and I think Sol knows because he didn’t try to give me something to eat this morning after I was late to cook. I’ll give him that, he’s intuitive with which buttons to press on what days. Though sometimes it’s hard to know if he’s actually aware of what he’s doing. I think he always knows.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with everything. I don’t think I’ve even finished processing my years at RAD before this here-and-now.

Have I really only lived amongst nonhumans for four years? It certainly feels like much longer.

I’m not one for quick nor many attachments (which probably helped with the exchange program), and yet here I am, caring for more than a dozen beings in what’s not even a significant percentage of my life. It just fit at the time, and I couldn’t help but be honest with them. Maybe a little too honest.

I don’t think much about the attic in recent days, except in times like these where my mind decides to bring it up as a nightmare. Not that I’d like to focus on the whole timeline aspect of what happened, either, but it just feels more relevant the more I focus on my goal here. What that goal is, only time will tell. I remember Belphegor being okay, reuniting with his siblings — especially with Beel — and us three escaping to Purgatory Hall. I remember going out of my way to help him, and how I’d ignored the nagging feeling that him hating humanity wasn’t something that went away in a matter of months after likely centuries of loathing.

I remember opening that damn door after trying to piece everything together. I remember getting murdered and thrown down the stairs. And I remember seeing my body bleeding out while I also took my last breath in the same moment. And then two became one and it was over.

I wasn’t the most civil with Belphegor for a while after that, but over time I found myself tentatively calling him more than an acquaintance. He’s not a friend, really, but I can get along with him well enough. It doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven him, but it’s less likely I’ll snap at him for breathing too loudly. Usually.

Was it him or was it another version of him who’d truly killed me? Does it matter? Can I blame the acts of a version of him onto a different one without me turning into the aggressor?

The despair of knowing what had happened yet being unable to really do anything about it feels pretty close to how I feel right now. It’s a different circumstance, clearly, but it’s just as hopeless a feeling. I don’t know if what I’m doing is the right choice or whether it’s my choice to begin with, but what I do know is that I’m here and I know how to deal with the distress.

I’m hoping that at the very least I won’t get more nightmares like this for a while. Just long enough for me to help a little bit more. Just help them better their dysfunctions and make stronger bonds. It’s what I do, right?

Maybe this was always the plan, to find them and help them until they no longer have a need for me, all through time and space. Or maybe I’m reading too much into it and religion has wormed its way into my head because I’m talking about demons and angels. Or maybe I am right and I can curse Fate until my lungs give out and I collapse and die, who knows at this point.

I might take a nap with the lights on, maybe it’ll help my negativity go down. But first, Solomon wanted to show me something, so I guess that’s the plan for today. Eat, nap, hang out, and sleep (hopefully). We’ll see how the others hold up when I’m gone. Who knows? Maybe I am valuable here.

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I forgot to post here, so if you read the Ao3 version before today you were ahead by accident, now we’re all caught up! Next part is long — quite literally it doubles the word count of the fic. Enjoy!

[lettuceloather]

some things i never or rarely do as someone who has dealt with disordered eating for 10+ years.. and won’t. and no one will convince me to for my mental or physical health

nothing on my page are things i recommend for you to do. my entire page is a literal diary for my own record. however, these things help me not go too extreme and keep me sane.

i don’t count olive oil in my calories. i just don’t. i use the smallest amount possible to cook my food and keep it pushing. it needs to be there to cook my food, i’m not going to beat myself up about it and shame myself. at the end of the day i will still be in a massive calorie deficit with it without a splash of oil if i’m eating wisely. the numbers on the scale will continue to drop.

i dont fast for more than 24 hours. my body personally can’t handle it and i won’t put myself through it. fasting for long periods of time (purposefully or because of depression or other reasons) also has habitually caused me to begin a pattern of binging. it’s not for me.

i dont measure ingredients for basic meals. i’ve been cooking for a decade. i know what a cup looks like, i know what half a cup and a fourth look like. i also read packaging to know how many servings are supposed to be in something. if i’m doing my math correctly in my head the total number of servings should make sense :P

before my disordered eating started (maybe lol probably not), my friend whose mom most definitely had disordered eating and pushed it on her offered to cook us eggs one morning after a sleepover. she asked if i wanted cheese, measured her own cheese then proceeded to tell me i didn’t have to have mine measured. i’ll never forget this because she was trying to spare me from her habits but it felt like i wasn’t good enough to join her in being skinny and she was okay with me eating like “junk,” however, taking a measuring cup to measure anything for something so simple is bonkers to me :/ and really sad. we were like 14. as long as i’m aware of what i’m putting in my body and can mentally count and measure (i also have a photographic memory) i’m ok.

i will NEVER (be ok with) purge. it happened twice for the first time this year. i didn’t want to do it but i was so nauseous from not eating that when i went to eat something i did throw up. it’s so bad for your teeth. a lot of money was paid for my teeth. i had braces for 3 years. i have permanent metal in my mouth. i’m not trying to fuck up my teeth. it also does not help that much. i would rather work it off or wallow in self pity knowing i fucked up to not do it again.

i will never smoke. i’ve lost too many people to lung cancer. i won’t do it. it’s not worth it.

i don’t make my diet my friends problem. if we are eating out socially i will eat out or drink socially. i try my very best to do so within reason. i also do my absolute best to not binge while out. it’s important to help me maintain my friendships by just doing it and not trying to think about it too much. one meal out 1-2 times a month will not ruin me. canceling on my friends, avoiding plans, not enjoying myself while out will ruin my time with them and will make them not want to continue to see them. i like who i am when i am with them. they like who i am when i am with them. i try to keep my integrity and don’t let my mental health fuck that up, even when i’m struggling. i occasionally will go with i’m not hungry or let’s do this or whatever instead, however, i do not push if the plans are to get dinner. i just get the damn dinner.

i won’t rush progress. it’s dangerous. it’s bad for my metabolism. slow progress IS progress. i eat well below my calorie intake and still move my body. i drop a couple pounds a week. that is progress. it’s more than recommended and i’m not going to push my body to do more than that, especially at my age. my metabolism is already really fucked. it’s so much harder for me to maintain/keep weight off versus my friends.

i might add to this but i reached my ugw right after college. maintained it for a few years, pandemic hit, gained some of it back (not a lot), lost someone close to me last year and gained so much. i stepped on the scale one day and i saw the number that i initially saw at the doctor when i was a teenager when they told me i was overweight and needed to lose weight. it was really triggering then and it was really triggering now to hit that weight again.

when i reached my ugw i never realized how small i actually looked until recently. :/ everyone made comments and told me and i never believed them. i really thought i looked average.

the only thing that made me stop losing weight was being clinically underweight. that scared me.

[the-jnadf-man]

So I was going through my shit and uh

Found a thing I wrote a while ago.

It's kinda spooky so fucking uhhh

HERE IT IS I GUESS???

There's a lot of sentences I wouldn't write nowadays but here's how I wrote things... Whenever this was written. I don't actually know for sure.

Without further ado, here's "Two friends, then a third additional friend, which is me, who survives.", which... Is the actual name of the google doc I found it in.

Well.

You ever find yourself in one of those moments where your life should be flashing before your eyes, but you only have time to recap the last six hours?

I think that's what my friends have been telling me they experienced.

For some reason.

Sorry, let me introduce myself, in case I don't survive.

My name is Richard Pierce, and this is my diary. If you find it in a creepy old haunted mansion, that would mean that I am very much departed.

I went in with my friends Sadie Lockpin and Felix Castellan, both of whom are… Dead. Murdered by what lurks inside this abominable building. Sadie went to see what was in the kitchen, and had her head bitten off by a gross maggot man with a swollen head and deadly mandibles, whom Felix and I caught chewing through what was left of her neck. Felix died while we were trying to run away from the maggot man. I couldn't get a good look at what did it (And he won't tell me the details), but it seemed to be using many broken garden gnomes as an exoskeleton. You would think this would all be extremely traumatizing once it settled in, yes? Well, it was! For a few minutes! And then… Well, you probably figured it out already. My friends are now… Ghosts, hence why they've been telling me about how the last six hours of their lives flashed before them. It's really annoying, if I'm being honest. Running out of space on this page, so I'll keep writing tomorrow.

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Richard put the book down. Much to his chagrin, Felix had figured out some kind of weird ghost magic that stopped him from writing on more than one page per day.

"C'mon, Ricky! It's not that bad, is it?"

Speak of the devil…

"It kind of is, Felix."

Richard was a nervous wreck. In the two days since Felix and Sadie died, which he hadn't gotten to write anything about yet, he'd encountered two more maggot men trying to eat each other, only to chase him down when they noticed his presence, a living pincushion that fired the pins fast enough to crack a brick wall, and a three-headed snake that bit one of its own heads off so it could throw it at him. Thankfully, that last one didn't try to chase him after he ran off.

"Hey, you haven't gotten mutilated by the thing in the walls yet, so that's a plus!"

Felix willed his head to pop like a balloon, spraying bits of ectoplasm in a small circle around himself to emphasize his point. Richard, for whatever reason, genuinely believed Felix was trying to be helpful for once.

"...There's something in the walls?"

"Well… Yeah! It's been following you for the last hour or so!"

With shaking hands, Richard began pointing a broken and rusty water pipe, the only weapon he could find here, around frantically, as though it would save him from the coming ambush.

"G-get out of the walls, damn you!"

"...I mean, if you insist."

Whipping around, Richard found himself staring at Sadie, who was poking most of her spectral form through the wall behind him, grinning like she and Felix had played a particularly good joke just now.

"I- Tha- THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

Both of them immediately started laughing smugly in disagreement. Sadie was the first to regather her wits.

"Pfahah… Ah… Seriously though, there is one of those gross maggot people coming here. I think it heard you scream when you saw that cerberu-snake in the side room."

Richard immediately began running in the opposite direction from the one Sadie had indicated while Felix gave her a mildly unimpressed look.

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"Do you ever go to sleep and just find out a block of cheese the length of your stomach inhaled your head while you slept when you wake up?"

Felix "What Is Humour" Castellan indicated to his conspicuous lack of a skull. Allegedly, he'd seen a cheese snake run off with it upon waking up, but neither Sadie (Who could confirm that ghosts don't need to sleep, nor had Felix chosen to do so that night) nor Richard (Who doubted a cheese snake would survive very long in here) were buying it.

"Felix…"

"I'M TELLING THE TRUTH, RICKY!"

Both his fellow ghost and the human survivor were clearly judging him.

"FINE! Geez! I'LL CATCH IT MYSELF!"

Huffing and puffing like he could somehow blow the supernatural torture dungeon they called a haunted mansion down, Felix flew through the wall.

"So he was just bullshitting, right?"

"Definitely. I've been through the entire mansion twice over while you were sleeping, and there's no living cheese here."

"Wh- I- YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING GUARD?!"

Sadie looked to the side, as though astonished Richard remembered that.

"Oh, uh, look at the time. I gotta go."

In a supernatural poof, she was gone.

Half an hour of grumbling later, Richard fell out of his chair when Felix opened the door like a normal person and presented a living snake made of cheese, which spat his head out.

He wisely decided not to tell Sadie Felix wasn't making it up.

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Richard was trying to sneak past a truly horrid creature in the middle of what he presumed was a small child's former room. Consisting of the burnt, blackened spines of three or four humans wound into a snakelike shape, with a dozen arms serving as legs and a human skull for a head, with a yellow/orange eye in its jaws, along with an eye in each armpit, it was horrid to even look at. Felix and Sadie, however, were trying their best to play peek-a-boo with the sleeping monstrosity.

"Where's the monster?"

Thankfully, they were failing. The monstrosity did not stir even when Felix tried to see if sticking his arm through the closed mouth and shining his ghost-glow into the "main' eye would work. It DID, however, start shifting when Richard started opening the door he'd been moving towards, prompting Sadie to start miming mockery towards Felix, who was loudly complaining to Richard how unfair this was.

"I try for SEVERAL MINUTES, and YOU wake the cool bone snake up by OPENING A DOOR?!"

It continued shivering. Richard tried to stand still, not turning the obnoxiously loud door handle any further. It didn't work, as Richard realized when he heard its boney hands scratching across the floor.

Turning around, the disturbing approximation of a centipede crossed with a 7th degree burn victim was staring him right in the eyes. Awkward moments rolled past while Sadie was tossing a handful of pebbles into her mouth like it was popcorn, clearly adoring the realization that, as a ghost, she was now immune to indigestion. Felix was squee-ing at how cool the abomination seemed. Finally, it broke eye contact… And scurried away, tearing the door Richard entered through off its hinges. Not so far away, the horrific screech of one of the many maggot men was heard before a wet squelching noise cut it short.

Richard did not hear it, as he'd long since ran through the door he didn't enter the room through.

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"...What."

There was a garden. Indoors. In the basement. Richard ran his hand along a tree just to confirm it wasn't plastic, retracting it when he got the feeling he was about to get splinters stuck in his fingers.

"This- I- Wh- HOW?!"

Felix immediately ate one of the flowers, as Richard expected. Sadie, meanwhile, was inspecting a large mass of moss that seemed to be growing around something only slightly less large.

"...Guys? I think this thing's breathing?"

Felix poofed in and out of existence next to Sadie, inspecting the weird mass beneath with great enthusiasm.

"Real shit?"

Richard carefully approached it with the broken and rusty water pipe pointed towards it. Now that he was closer, it did indeed seem to have a slight bob. Once he got within striking distance, and acting under the assumption that it was faking being a rock and about to attack him, Richard struck it. The response he got was neither the feeling of successfully hitting something soft and organic, nor the dull sound that came from striking a rock. Rather, a sharp CRACK emanated, as he had barely enough time to note that it seemed brittle. And hollow. Like an egg. In the middle of attempting to back up, Richard was pushed back by a screech so loud it seemed to have physical mass. Falling onto his behind, Richard felt helpless as the creature within the egg broke out. It seemed composed of some sort of dark, slimy green goo, and emitting gas that instantly caused any plant in contact with it to wither and die. Most striking were its eyes, as they shone like flashlights, and, despite the lack of pupils, were obviously focused on Richard.

Sadie, responding to her ranidaphobia, jumped behind Felix.

"GAH! FROG!"

Felix, meanwhile, tried to hold a nearby rose in front of the monster's face. It immediately proceeded to decay into dust, leaving Felix with an empty hand. Richard did not know nor care why Felix did that. Acting on a fear response, the sole human of the trio jolted upright and back away. The creature that was… Imprisoned? Resting? Born? In the room began to approach. Despite it's clear intent to kill, it was quite slow. Richard managed to take advantage of this after putting a tree between it and him, somehow distracting it long enough for him to bolt past and to what he hoped was the exit door to the garden.

"Oh, what am I gonna name you?"

Felix, unlike Sadie who'd fled before even Richard, was inspecting the smoky ooze frog even as Richard closed the door behind him. As soon as Felix appeared beside him again, the beast started banging itself against the door, prompting the ghost to respond:

"Who's there?"

While Richard ran away.

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Finally.

They were finally back at the entrance. Only… Two, maybe three more rooms left, including the ones where Sadie and Felix… Died. They'd blown off the possibility of a post-traumatic panic attack when Richard asked. Both in their own ways. Sadie'd joked that she wouldn't even recognize her body, if it was still there at all, and Felix said he'd be too busy with, and I quote, "Shoving [his] spectral fist so far down that gnome-wearing bastard's throat it'd pop like a bug being stepped on" to notice.

In the first room, the hall that Felix was snatched in, they recovered what they assumed remained of his carcass.

Two ribs.

And by "they", I mean "Richard", since Felix was too grumpy to do it and Sadie… Wasn't there. Richard didn't know why, since she was right next to him before they'd entered the hallway.

"C'mon, Ricky. Grab the old me's ribs and let's get going. The bastard clearly isn't here…"

Hesitantly picking up the bone fragments (Through three layers of gloves), Richard placed them inside of an empty bag of chips, which was what he'd been eating for the last three days, and returned it to his backpack. He didn't know why Felix wanted him to carry these with him, but he hoped cooperating would make his friend more helpful.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

A hissing, black fluid began coating the ground behind Richard. Raising his eyes and gazing around in a rush of panic, he once more spotted the entity that'd slaughtered Felix. Now, he could finally get a good look at it. Yes, it was wearing shattered garden gnomes, but that wasn't all. Pieces of wood, bone fragments, stones, kitchen plates… Anything solid it seemed capable of finding. The only visible piece of its actual body was the left shoulder, which looked torn open with a fresh wound, and leaking the hot, sizzling liquid that alerted Richard to its presence.

"IT'S THE FUCKING- THE- THE- Y'BACKSTA-!"

With these… Choice… Words, Felix flung himself at the monster, which ignored the ghost. Richard, frozen to the spot, stared the beast down. Had he been braver, he would've considered trying to jam something, such as one of Felix's ribs, into the open wound on its shoulder. However, Richard is not that brave of a brave person, and thus turned to flee.

With eye contact broken, the scavenger-beast roared, released its grip on the ceiling, and began sprinting after Richard on all fours while Felix was trying to fight it. Sadie was still gone.

"DAMMITDAMMITDAMMITDAMMIT-"

Richard had come to the depressing conclusion that the door he intended to flee through was locked. looking over his shoulder, he found that the entity had slowed down, stalking forwards with all the smugness of a child with a team of legendaries about to get destroyed in a Pokémon battle by someone who was actually good at the game.

A click in the lock. Something moving within. Something metallic. Sadie's voice finally announced her presence.

"Hold on, it's almost open…"

Reacting to the ghost girl using the ability to move small objects to try and pick the lock, the scavenger-beast hissed in pain(?), and began sprinting at full force again.

Richard was about halfway through the doorframe when his instincts told him he was too slow.

and he would've been disemboweled, had Felix not accidentally proven useful, and pushed his head, which he'd torn all skin from in an attempt to scare the entity, through said abomination's head. For once, it reacted. Reeling back in horror, the crime against nature with comically hypersensitive eyes paused its attack on Richard, who closed the door and sprinted through the empty room behind to put more distance between it and him. Sadie and Felix had then appeared out of thin air when he hesitated to go through the final door. The door to the kitchen, which connected to the entrance and exit. Sadie, initially, had been giving Felix a sheepish smile, as though embarrassed about something. Felix, however, was busy celebrating the "defeat" of the scavenger-beast to notice. Once it looked like it was done chasing them, Richard settled down for the night, needing some rest after that particular encounter.

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Dear diary.

It's me, again. Richard Pierce.

I almost died. Again. Felix is VERY UNHELPFUL, as I've documented several times. We ran into that thing wearing gnomes again, but there were more things on it. I'd rather not recall it in detail. Tomorrow, we'll either get out of here or I'll finally die.

As a side note, Felix was unusually insistent on me taking two of his ribs back home. Maybe he just wanted some kind of proper funeral? I guess it might be that he wouldn't be able to leave the house without them being outside? I don't know, and I don't really care, if I'm being honest. He's been a bit callous about my safety, yeah, but we're still friends. None of us would leave either of the other two behind.

I have to believe that.

I know Sadie wouldn't leave me behind.

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Waking up to a cold feeling in his shoes, Richard found them full of ice cubes, with a giggling Sadie and Felix floating next to him.

"...Where did you even find these…?"

Sadie gave a Shrug, and Felix mumbled something about a fridge. That'd require the two to go into the kitchen, though, so Richard didn't think that was true.

Whatever. Getting out of here was more important.

Opening the door to the kitchen after confirming with Felix that it didn't lead to the hallway with the scavenger-beast, Richard was met with two things. The first of which being Sadie's request.

"Oh, and, uh, could you, like, pick up a bone from my body if it's still there?"

The second was the sight of… Something.

It was just standing there, as though it had no mind or will to speak of. Visually, it looked somewhere between a ghost and a human. It was obviously solid and not see-through, but it still emitted a blue glow, and it's skin looked… Wrong. Purple and glacial ice-blue, depending on which part of the body you were looking at. Its fingers were extended, almost like claws, with none of the sharpness. Finally, its head seemed ablaze with a ghostly flame. Blue, but harmless, considering an open, wooden shelf was in direct contact and remained unscorched. It was clearly wearing clothes, but that did little to make it less unnerving. Both of the actual ghosts experienced several emotions at the sight of it, such as annoyance, or that sensation you find in the uncanny valley. After at least two, maybe three, seconds of nothing happening, they concluded that it was both harmless and interesting, and went to take a closer look. Richard, for his part, was staying clear from its line of sight as best he could. Then… Sadie's corpse entered his line of sight. Decomposed and partially eaten, but far more intact than Felix's. With great hesitation, he grabbed a tibia that'd been snapped in half, presumably by the roach man that'd been eating her, and put it with Felix's ribs. He was definitely washing his hands after this, even if he never directly touched a bone.

He really needed to clean himself, anyway.

Still, the cold-looking semi-ghost-ish person did nothing but stare ahead, dead silent, expressionless. This did not change when Felix made taunting faces at it, nor when Richard opened the kitchen door with a loud creek and cringed at the noise, waiting for it to turn. Richard hurried outside, and slammed the kitchen door shut behind him, and prepared to leave this horrid building as a whole when Felix and Sadie lost interest in the kitchen entity.

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Finally. Home. After hours of walking after leaving the probably-still-haunted mansion, Richard could see the town they lived in on the horizon. Felix then gave him something to think about.

"So… How're you gonna explain all this?"

Richard immediately froze. Assuming the other townsfolk could see Sadie and Felix, it'd go far smoother. If they couldn't, he could say they were attacked by a wild animal on the way to wherever it was they'd been going, and he got lost.

But then he'd still have to explain the bones in his backpack, and the rambling about ghosts and the supernatural in his diary, assuming his parents read it.

Oh god, their parents.

"Hey. Let's not overthink this."

Sadie was, once again, floating just above him.

"If nothing else, you won't have to buy snacks for us when we hang out anymore."

Chuckling to himself, Richard decided to simply go into town and do his best to explain himself.

Going to prison was probably better than spending forever in the wild, right?

[twdsunshine]

The Many Faces Of Norman Reedus - John Rollins, Messengers 2: The Scarecrow

Summary:  A series of short one-shots based on different characters portrayed by Norman Reedus.  John Rollins is tired of the constant struggle to make ends meet, but the reader offers him a little comfort.

Pairing:  John Rollins x Reader

Warnings:  None

Word Count:  1,384

Check out my bio for a link to my Masterlist!

Author’s Note:  The first instalment of this little series that has been inspired by some of Norman’s work, other than TWD.  I’ve been unwell and spent the past week or so crashed out on the couch, watching some of his movies.  And, good or bad, I’ve fallen in love with pretty much every character.  Hence my decision to try and write something for my faves.  I’m keeping the Masterlist chronological, but I won’t be writing them in any sort of order, so don’t pay too much attention to that.  And, if you’re looking for the Masterlist, it will be under The Walking Dead > Series, just to make things easier.  I mean, Norman is basically Daryl, right?  Made sense to me.  

Anyway, this is my little drabbley one-shot for John Rollins from Messengers 2, based on a scene from the film.  For the purpose of this, his wife has left him and run off with Tommy - if you know, you know.  I actually really liked this movie - the shots across the cornfield were so pretty, and I liked Norman playing a daddy.  Although he looks so damn young for his age at this point that he does not look old enough to play the father of Claire Holt (Vampire Diaries, anybody?).  Also, I grew up on a farm, so I guess the struggle spoke to me a little.  We didn’t have any creepy scarecrows though.  I really hope you enjoy these little one-shots, and thank you for taking the time to check them out.  Enjoy!

*****

The evening breeze whispered through the rows of corn, parched leaves swaying to and fro and casting dancing shadows over the dry earth.  The landscape was crying out for rain, the busted water pump only adding insult to injury as long hours of hard work went to waste, the crops withering away before your eyes.  You shut the blinds on the view, unable to watch your lover’s livelihood die, and instead turned towards where he sat on the couch, hunched over the coffee table as he flicked through a mounting pile of bills, punching numbers into a calculator.  He’d spent the past few nights the same way, trying to figure out how to make your limited funds stretch a little further, but you could tell by the quiet huffs falling from his lips that it wasn’t going well.  In truth, you thought he should try talking to Mary, asking her if he could owe her the child support he paid every month without fail.  She’d left him, after all, when he’d been struggling, took the kids and moved in with a man with more than enough in the bank to support them.  But you knew it was a matter of pride, that it was the one payment he would never miss, so, instead, you went weeks on end without electricity until you could scrape together enough to get it reconnected, lived on meagre rations, and spent every day toiling in the field, trying to coax the failing crops back to life.

John’s broad shoulders were rigid with stress as he sighed again, and you went to him, crawling onto the cushions behind him so you could press yourself against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and tracing nonsense patterns over the faded fabric of his shirt.

“Hey, y’know I gotta do this.”  He hated being interrupted when his head was full of numbers, of course you knew that, but his voice lacked any of its usual conviction, diluted by exhaustion and a sense of hopelessness that seemed to have permeated the very bones of him.  So, rather than letting go and moving aside as you usually would, you just held him tighter, resting your head on the firm plane of his shoulder blade and smiling softly as it shifted and flexed beneath your cheek.

“Have the numbers changed since yesterday?”

“No, but-”

“So, no magical solutions have presented themselves?”

“Y/N…”

“C’mon, John,” you whispered, and you felt the moment he gave in, sinking back and sandwiching you between his tense body and the back of the couch.  “You’ve gotta give yourself a break, baby.  You’re gonna drive yourself mad.”

“M’letting you down,” he mumbled, the words so low that you barely made them out, though you could feel the vibrations of them through your chest.  “Promised myself I wouldn’t.  Promised myself I’d find a way to fix things.  Already drove away one woman I loved.”

“Well, this one isn’t going anywhere,” you assured him, and your fingers found the knots in his neck, tight with tension, and began to work them out with firm, unforgiving strokes.  He resisted for a moment longer, and then he melted against you, reaching back to part your legs so he could fall between them and let his head loll into the crook of your neck.  His scruff was longer than you thought you’d ever seen it, taking care of himself so low on his priority list these days that he never made the time for things like grooming, but you liked the way it looked, the scratch of it against your skin.  You only wished that it wasn’t a physical indication of his mental anguish.  “I’ve told you before and I’ll keep telling you until you believe me: I love you, John Rollins.  I chose this life with you, and I will stand by that choice every single day.  We’re in this together.”

You felt him nod, chapped lips pressing a kiss to the column of your throat.  “Y’know, I prayed today?”

There was a lot you could have said to that.  When you’d first met the farmer, Church on Sundays had been a staunch part of his routine, so deeply ingrained that you’d known it’d be a deal breaker if you weren’t in the pew next to him for every service, but, as his struggles had increased, that dedication had fallen away, and you’d hated to see it, hated knowing that he was losing his faith.  Now, you weren’t sure if he was talking to God because he was slowly clawing his way back or because he was just so desperate that he would try absolutely anything to improve your situation.  “Okay.”

“Asked God if he could smite the crows.  Told him how hard I’m trying; how hard we’re fighting to keep our home.  And I thanked him.”  He moved so you could see his face, piercing blue eyes locked on yours, mouth quirked in such a small smile that you might almost have missed it had it not looked so completely foreign after so many months of his expression naturally falling into a dark scowl.  “I thanked the Lord for you.”

Your heartbeat faltered at that, and you dipped your chin so you could kiss him properly, drinking in the taste of him, sweet like the soda pop he drank with dinner.  “I’m not so sure he can take the credit for that one,” you teased when you broke away, and his smile grew, a little crooked but undeniably there.  “And I’m sure you can think of some better way to thank me.”

“S’that right?” 

“Mmhmm.”  The next kiss was more heated, and you knew it could lead somewhere beautiful if you let it, but it was still early.  If you dragged him to bed now, you knew he’d be back downstairs in a couple of hours, poring over the impossible figures again, so you twisted instead, coaxing him with you until you were both stretched out on the sagging cushions, curling into his side when he invited you in.

“So, what are we gonna do about the birds?”  It was dangerous territory, this slight shift in conversation back to the reality of your situation and the murder of black-feathered pests that were eating away any chance you had at making a profit after the harvest.

But, surprisingly, that seemed to be one question that he did have an answer to, and relief swelled in your chest.  “I found a scarecrow hidden away in the back of the barn today.  I figure, I’ll try putting it up.  It won’t be enough to keep the whole field safe but it’s a start.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“Right?  S’kinda creepy looking though.  Might scare the kids.”

You thought on that for a moment, wondering just how creepy the thing really was and also unable to imagine why it would have been stored away at the back of the barn for so long that John hadn’t even known about it till now.  “You’ve got them this weekend, right?”

“Yeah.  Mary and Tommy are going out of town.”

“So, why not make one with them, instead?  You’ve got plenty of straw up in the old hayloft, and I’m sure there must be some old clothes stashed in the loft that I can dig out.  Might be fun, let them put their own twist on it; less scary at any rate.”

“S’not a bad idea.”

“I know.”  You craned your neck to brush your mouth over his cheek, nestling in when he shifted even closer and letting your eyes drift closed when he fell quiet, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your fingers bringing you a sense of peace that you’d been craving for too long.  In your mind, you pictured a sunny Saturday afternoon spent stuffing old sacking and patched up sweatpants until they were stiff and rotund, balancing a lopsided hat atop a hessian head, face inked messily in black marker.  And you pictured John’s smile as he worked with his kids at his side, dark hair mussed by the exertion, dust clinging to sweat-slick skin.  And you knew that, despite the hardships and the uncertainty and the strains of this life you’d built together, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

*****

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CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit. 

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

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leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief. 

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.” 

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door. 

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word. 

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!” 

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner. 

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed. 

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice. 

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully. 

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.” 

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face. 

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed. 

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed. 

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!” 

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk. 

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused. 

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned. 

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago. 

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders. 

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit. 

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

 “Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

 “I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off. 

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck. 

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

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More k-dramas y'all should watch

So, at the end of 2017, I created a post going through my favourite dramas of all time. Obviously, I have watched more dramas since then so I have a few more dramas that everyone needs to watch!!

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

This is an obvious one, so if you haven't watched it, have you been living under a rock?? When I first heard of it just before it came out, I thought it was going to be a rip off of weightlifting fairy Kim bok joo. But boy, was I wrong!! This drama has the perfect amount of romance, comedy, thriller and crime, so it is a good all rounder drama!! The whole cast (not just the leads) had amazing chemistry. The only flaw with this drama is that it does queerbait a little. I wish they either didn't add it in the story or fully went with that the main lead is Bi.

The story surrounds a girl with superhuman strength who wants to be a video game designer. She has always hid her strength due to fear if hurting others and losing her power. She in a unrequited love with her childhood friend who is now a police officer. She then crosses the path of a CEO of a video game company and her starts to become more chaotic. With a serial killer on the loose, Do Bong Soon needs to decide if she will keep a low profile or use her powers for the better good while also falling in love on the way.

While You Were Sleeping

Again, an obvious one, but it has to be watched!! Like strong woman, I was a little apprehensive of this one. Mainly because I hadn't heard good things about Suzy's acting before this came out. But it really surprised me and I really loved it! I'm a sucker for anything crime related, so with a really cute love story as well, it was amazing!! It has really good chemistry and likable characters. The second male lead is also amazing!! I usually don't get second male lead syndrome, but damn I felt it even though I also really loved the main lead. I can't really find any faults with it.

The story surrounds two people who can see the future through dreaming. This includes good and bad things. When the female reporter about dying while on the job, she quite her job to try and changes her fate. A prosecuter move across the street from her, initially they do not get on and their bond starts to grow. Together, they use both of their skills and their power to help change the future and solve crimes along the way. They also soon realise that this is not the first time they have crossed paths.

Psychopath Diary

I cannot recommend this drama enough!! Honestly, it is so underrated!!! Yoon Shi Yoon's performance is incredible, he really embodies the role here. It is so funny, and sweet. You also see a serial killer low key but high key fall in love with the male lead, so there is major gay vibes. The only issue I have with it is, I wish there was a little romance involved. But it is a not a major want.

The story surrounds a pushover who is working at a stocks company. After a major issue arises, he becomes the Scapegoat of the company and is being blamed for it, even though he tried to prevent it. Due to this, he decides that he will end his life. On the way to do this, he witnesses a murder and accidentally picks up the serial killer's diary. While trying to escape, he gets hit by a car and gets amnesia. When he wakes up and reads the diary, he believes that he is the serial killer.

Honestly, please watch this drama, it is so so so funny, the chemistry of the whole cast is incredible. It also possibly has one of my favourite villians in any drama.

Your Honor / Dear Judge

Yes, I am a simp Yoon Shi Yoon. He is just so good and thus role just confirms it! His acting is incredible, king of the double roles! He plays twins and you really tell when either pop up on screen which one he is. This is a really wholesome drama that makes you cry. It has some really sweet moments in it, the leads have such good chemistry. This only issues with this one is that the ending felt rushed. I hate that the TV company changed it from 20 eps to 16 eps.

The story follows a set of twins. Twin A is a top judge in Korea, who is incredibly smart and is living a rich life. Twin B is a criminal who has been screwed over multiple times by the justice system and Twin A. Their mother always sides with A and will tell B not to bother him. When A goes missing, B goes undercover and takes his brothers place. He soon learns about the corrupt world of the court system and his brother. B meets a law student who is meant to be shadowing A. Like B, she has also been affected by the corrupt system and is wanting to be a judge to convict those who have wronged her. Together they fight the system while also falling in love.

Because This is Our First Life

This is a slice of life drama so will have some heavy moments in it. But on the whole, it is just so lovely and cute. The acting is incredible, they really take on the role. It also has one of the best female friendships which is not toxic, they all genuinely care for eachother and want eachother to achieve their dreams. It also has some true badass moments in it as well! I feel like all slice of life dramas have this, but it does have some frustrating moments where the characters are almost purposely making their life's difficult

The story focuses on a woman who is a drama script writer. Due to her patriarchal family who always favour her brother and being let down by her crush, she wants to move out. She ends up moving in with a friend of a friend of a friend. It is to her surprise that the person who she is moving in with is a man who is very much stuck in his own ways and likes to stick to routine. Due to their own desires to be on their own, they decide to get married to relieve the pressure that their families are giving them. This (of course) causes issues and both have to learn about their new feelings for eachother while trying to get through the struggles of life.

Thirty but Seventeen

This drama is the definition of wholesome and cute. I feel that while I was watching it, it went by so quickly and I always had a smile on my face. The romance is so cute and lovely and you could tell they really cared about eachother. The side characters were also amazing and sweet. Honestly, the acting is incredible. The female lead does an amazing job.

The story follows woman who as a child was involved in a bus accident and fell into a coma. She wakes up over ten years later and learns that her family have stopped coming to see her. While on the search for her family, she resides with a man and his brother who are now living in her old family home. The two soon learn that there are more connected than they thought. With the man trying to push her away, the more his feelings grow for her.

Introverted Boss

This is a revenge to love story. It on the whole is a really cute drama where you get to see the leads grow for the better. The acting is incredible and you really fall in love with the leads and the support cast (except for the second lead). It is not a perfect drama, but it is a really easy watch with an interesting story.

The female lead is a stage actress who quits her job to work at a marketing firm. This firm happens to be where her sister used to work. She is out to get revenge against the CEO of the company who she blames for her sister's death. She learns that the CEO is extremely introverted and becomes confused by how he was responsible for her sister's death. As the story goes by, she becomes more intrigued by him and focuses less on revenge and more on helping him open up.

Vincenzo

Ahhhhh, how do express my love for this one!! It is just amazing!! The story was so well thought out and the actors did a fantastic job. It was so satisfying to watch, I wanted to be a member of the mafia lol. The villians were also incredible, like I just love this drama so much. Like Your Honor, the only issue with this one is that the ending felt rushed.

The story surrounds a Korean man who was adopted into an Italian family and became the consiglerie of the mafia. After an issue with his adoptive family, he travels back to Korea in search an insane amount of gold bars which happens to be underneath an unsuspecting block of flats. He then gets involved with a major legal court case with a pharmaceutical company. As he delves deeper into the case, dark secrets start to get revealed.

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“I know that if I wasn’t scared, something’s wrong, because the thrill is what’s scary.” – Richard Pryor

“O-oh, yeah,” yn locked her phone and placed it onto the counter with the screen faced down. “Thanks, I promise I’ll pay you after I get my last check transferred. Plus, why the hell would I have a boyfriend; family and school over boys, remember?”

“No need to pay me back,” the grumpy-looking man slurped his fill before speaking through a mouth-full of ramen, “iss’ on the house anytime its family. You can tell me one thing for the price of the meal, though.” Angry arched a brow and continued to devour his meal.

“No need to pay me back,” the grumpy-looking man slurped his fill before speaking through a mouth-full of ramen, “iss’ on the house anytime its family. You can tell me one thing for the price of the meal, though.” Angry arched a brow and continued to devour his meal.

“Damn,” Angry laughed breathily, “wish I thought of that, but that’s not it. Who is ‘tani senpai’ with a heart if not yer boyfriend?” He stared at her waiting for small indications of guilt. “I have pretty good fuckin eyesight and you happened to be a terrible liar. Yanno Draken told us of all your bad habits when you try to hide something.”

“Look,” yn pressed her forehead to the cold counter in embarrassment, “I DON”T have a boyfriend… Tani senpai is just some guy I have become, mm infatuated with. I don’t know, he just radiates an aura I never thought I would be drawn to.” She looked up to see angry fighting back a laugh and felt a small pout form on her face. “Go ahead, laugh it up, asshole.”

“Look,” yn pressed her forehead to the cold counter in embarrassment, “I DON”T have a boyfriend… Tani senpai is just some guy I have become, mm infatuated with. I don’t know, he just radiates an aura I never thought I would be drawn to.” She looked up to see angry fighting back a laugh and felt a small pout form on her face. “Go ahead, laugh it up, asshole.”

“HA,” Souta reached over and flicked her forehead, “I’m not laughing at you being happy, I’m laughing because the last time I heard you this poetic, you were trippin over Inui. If I remember correctly, ‘Inui just makes me feel like Icarus and he is the sun – he is just so far and yet so close to my reach. Yer diary was dry and ya seemed too intense for me. Very Shakespeare, not enough Playboi Carti.”

“I hate you so much,” yn laughed and checked her phone once she felt another buzz.

Tani senpai <3: don’t be scared to say no, loser LMAO. But srsly, I do wanna talk to you – missed your shaky words ~

Tani senpai <3: ill stop bein mean ~ I really do be bored. Rin and Sanz are lookin at new models and i have no interest in it.

Tani senpai <3: fr tho, you can say no if you wish, no pressure little one.

Yn felt tension in her head form as she began trying to find an excuse to slip away from angry without any major suspicions. “O-oh, crap. Big bro is callin’, let me see what he wants!” Yn tried to keep her voice even, but she couldn’t even convince herself that she was telling the truth.

“Go upstairs to the house,” angry took his keys off his belt loop, “I’ll put yer food in a container, so it’ll stay warm. Tell the assholes to hurry up and bring their asses here. I wanna take a nap before we open up shop.”

Souta wasn’t an idiot; he knew that it wasn’t Draken, but you seemed eager to answer so he decided to let you have this moment. Once you headed upstairs, he called Draken and asked him to run to the downtown market for some more meats and vegetables for the shop. Smiley was confused when Draken announced to the others at the request of the younger twin, but once he received a text from Angry – he went along with his brother’s plan.

Me but Blue: hey, just go along with buying more supplies, pls. our inventory is kinda low, but I also wanna give little ryuguji some time to have fun bein young and talkin to boys.

Me (Smiley): talkin to boys? Yanno drakens not gonna like that LMAO >:)

Me but Blue: Definitely not, but the kid has never even dared talked about a guy since Inui family zoned her lol. Plus shes like, our little sister too, gotta let her run loose sometimes.

Me (Smiley): aye aye cap’in. just make sure you loosen the leash, don’t unclip it.

Me but Blue: I’ll make sure shes not doin dumb shit >:( don’t sweat it, thanks smiley

Me (Smiley): any time little bro :)

Yn quickly unlocked the door to the apartment and made way to Smiley and Angry’s infamous couch that Draken had constantly talked about; apparently, it was so soft to the point that Mikey fell asleep on it and even he put down his guard. She slowly sat down and felt herself drifting off into pure bliss; her body sinking into the plush, leather cushions. Her eyes began to drift closed as all her built up fatigue weighed down on her, but her comfort didn’t last as incessant buzzes from her phone caused her eyes to shoot open.

Incoming Call…bzzt…bzzt…bzzt

“Oooi, you answered,” Ran had let out a small laugh.

“I didn’t even say we could call yet, you psychopath,” yn said in a soft yet firm voice in hopes of convincing herself that she wasn’t nervous. How could she not? He was practically speaking into her ear with his silky, deep voice –

“Yeah, but you hadn’t answered me at all, so I assumed it’d be alright to call you to make sure my message got through,” she could almost hear the smirk on his face, “so, doll, did my message go through?”

“No,” yn sarcastically replied, “I don’t think I received any of your messages. Maybe your phone bill cut off your unlimited texting?”

“Oh?” the older Haitani hummed and shuffled on his end, “tell me, little lamb, did you receive that message, or did it not go through, again?”

“What.?” Yn was confused until she felt her phone vibrate against her palm. Turning back to one of her bad habits, she bit her nail as her screen read ‘iMessage: Tani Senpai <3; Image Attachment.’ “What did you send me?”

“It went through?” Ran asked teasingly, “maybe my unlimited texting didn’t get cut off?” His laugh shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was, but yn found it to be her new favorite sound. “Why don’t you check and see if it loaded? Just for me, okay? Gotta make sure I don’t need to switch phone companies.”

“I- Okay,” she tried to giggle cutely like Emma does when Takemichi says something funny, but growing up around the boys, yn found herself cackling with an ugly snort towards the end when she tried to catch her breath and Ran became silent on his end of the call. “To the gods above please kill me right now. L-look, I can’t lie – I can’t laugh like the pretty city girls you probably hear a lot –“ Yn began to ramble on but was cut off by Ran’s sudden outburst of laughter.

“PLEASE,” she heard him inhale, “PLEASE LAUGH AGAIN, SEND ME AN AUDIO OF YOU LAUGHING.”

Suddenly all the tension and intimidating walls that stood before her had fell and she felt as if she could talk the same exact way she talks to Angry. Just as her anxiety was easing down and she laughed freely, her heartbeat quickened as she received an ‘Incoming Facetime Call..’

“What the hell are you trying to FaceTime me for?” She squealed out and glared at the screen.

“Ha, you not gonna answer it?” Ran laughed as he tapped his screen, “Come on, answer it~ I wanna see who I’m talking to.”

“You’ve seen me before though,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, but I wanna see you all bandaged up now. Yer photo was so cute, and it made me wanna see you even more, plus, I wanna see yer reaction to my photo.”

“Fine, but tonight I get to tell you all about the plot of homestuck.”

“Already excited for our conversation later, huh? Yer so cute, pick up the damn call you asswipe.”

“Yer so mean to me,” Yn chuckled and decided to press answer, “but I guess I’ll indulge in the bully’s wishes.” As it connected, she got a full view of Ran’s beautiful figure sitting in a nice leather chair in an office building with glass walls and the city on display in the back. “Wow, so the bully has big money, huh?”

“What a wattpad story, huh?” Ran smirked, “except I’m not Justin Bieber or a member from mindless behavior, so that is how you know it’s real life. You do know I would like to look at your face, yanno, on FACEtime.” The older haitani started playing with pens on the desk, “stop showing your forehead, wanna see the banged-up baby~”

“Fine,” yn groaned as she flipped on her stomach and propped the phone up against the arm of the couch and scooted back so Ran could see her face as she cuddled into a decorative pillow, “is this better, your highness?”

“Mhm,” ‘Tani Senpai’ brought a hand to his face and smiled in awe as his hooded lids stared at her through the screen, “I’ll call you on my computer tonight, wanna see your face on a bigger screen. Smile please?”

“For what?” She furrowed her brows as she began thinking about every flaw and crease that stretched across her face whenever she smiled. “I don’t really like my smile that much; I think it’s gotten a little sloppy lately…”

“Yn-chan,”Ran stared at her with the most unimpressed flat lipped expression, “yer smile is nice, shut the fuck up and smile.”

“Asshole,” yn mumbled before giving a small smile in hopes that it will suffice, “better?”

“No,” Ran titled his head and arched his brow, “show yer teeth. That’s how you’re supposed to smile.”

“You don’t show your teeth when you smile –“

“I’m different,” he sighed and leaned back in his chair, “people don’t live to see me smile, they smile once they realize I let them live. Smile for me, please?”

“uuuuuuuuggghhhhhh,” she buried her face into the pillow before sitting up and propping her phone up on the coffee table. “Why do you wanna see me smile so bad?” She wiped her hands across her face while making sure not to tear any of the bandages.

“Just for a contact photo, loser. Don’t over think anything.” Ran smirked and began tapping his finger on the desk, “Oh, you never looked at the photo I sent you.~”

“What is it?”

“Just look and I’ll stop asking for a smile.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.~”

Yn made way to her messages –

“Face fully in the screen, hot stuff,” ran had smirked as he watched her with the smuggest look that had seemed to be permanently etched on since she met him earlier that day.

Yn rolled her eyes and made her way to her messages with her face in full view. Taking a quick breath, she weighed out the potential dangers of doing what the Bonten Executive wanted her to do; It could be one of the three evils: an unsolicited dick pic, a stupid dank meme, or a random thirst trap. Praying to the gods above and trying to drown out Ran’s beautiful, deep laughs.

“Open it ya scaredy cat,” Ran was now propped on his elbows as his right hand’s index finger traced the tattoo that adorned his throat, “don’t worry, it’s not a dead body.”

“I -, why would I think that it’d be a dead body?” yn tilted her head with void filled eyes, “Have you killed someone before?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, dumb dumb,” Ran cleared his throat, “just open the damn –“

“I’m on it ‘loser,’” she mocked with a smirk and finally opened the message, “wait - what is this Tani?”

“It’s my first mugshot,” Ran twirled in his chair before stopping upruptly, “I was a cutie, huh?”

“Oh my god,” yn fell back on the couch the couch and placed her hands over her face, “what the fuck, bro?”

“Oi, put your face back on,” he tapped the screen in hopes of getting yn to sit up, “what do you mean ‘what the fuck,’ huh? I was cute. Your friends were ugly.” Ran’s finger hovered over the ‘end call’ button as he was not one to be openly disrespected – he didn’t care who it was, he’s not having it.

“You were just so,” the younger ryuguji sat up and smiled crookedly, “so adorable. Like, how the hell did you get into so much trouble with this innocent face?”

“Mmm,” Ran hummed as he fiddled with his baton, “I was so adorable committing acts of man slaughter and raging wars throughout the streets, wasn’t I?”

“You committed manslaughter back then?”

“You haven’t?” He laughed and twirled in his seat.

“No,” yn rolled her eyes, “sorry, I have to graduate first before my big brother allows me to do that.”

The conversation went on and on, filled with yn’s rants on Chainsaw Man and Ran’s ‘highlight reel’ for his personal favorite crimes he committed. She learned that his biggest motivation to remain strong is for his brother – Rindou, and he learned that she does her best to make her big brother proud.

“As much as I want to continue this conversation,” the eldest haitani sighed, “I have to go and be an adult. If you don’t mind..., do you still want to call later?”

“Yeah,” yn chuckled before bringing the phone close to her face, “I’d like that a lot. Oh! One rule though.” She stared into the camera, etching his mesmerizing smile into her mind, as she waited for his reply.

“What is it, angel face?” Ran tilted his head as he brought the baton tip to trace his tatted adam’s apple.

“I have to call you first…, can’t risk Kenken pestering me for answers,” she looked off towards the sides, “I hope it doesn’t bother you I just – I really don’t want my brother to be spooked that I’m talking to someone who has a pretty bad rep around the country, ya know?”

“That’s it?” Ran arched a brow, “you don’t want hush money or me to pay off your loans, so you don’t turn me in?”

“No,” yn grimaced at the thought of asking for money, “I would never. I just really want to enjoy a friendship I found on my own and not through my brother. So, I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“I’ll hold you to it. Have a good day, baby girl.” Ran winked before he hung up, leaving yn in a giddy fit.

Tani Senpai <3: oh, forgot to send this to you – now, have a great day, princess ;) [image attached]

"OHMYGOD-" yn screamed out as she locked her phone and fell off the couch, "WHY THE FU-"

"YN," Draken came rushing through, "ARE YOU OKAY? WHY DID YOU FALL?"

"AH," yn quickly got up and hugged her brother, "you're baaaack, hey bud. Sorry, I was just - just watching a scary movie on my phone and the jump scare got me." she prayed that her smile was convincing enough to trick her brother into thinking she was just embarrassed at being caught.

"Why would you jump? You love scary movies -"

"Draken," smiley barged in with angry following close behind, "come on man, let's let yn finish what ever teen shit she was doing, and you help us unload all these groceries." with that, smiley dragged him back down stairs, leaving enough room for angry to slip through and check on you.

"You okay there, idiot?" Angry checked to make sure your bandages weren't torn or bled through, "he didn't catch you, did he?"

"No," yn looped her arms around souta's shoulders and nuzzled into his collar bone, "thank you, you're the best." yn let go before quickly pressing a quick kiss to the blue headed man's cheek and getting up to her feet. "Now," she pulled on the younger twin's hands and started following after their older brothers, "let's go before the others start making way up here, too."

"Yeah, whatever," Souta grunted, happy that yn wasn't looking at him as his scowl was accompanied by a deep red blush. 'Fucking hell,' the man thought to himself, 'calm down you stupid ogre heart.'

as the day went on, everything seemed normal and Draken seemed to have bought the whole 'scary movie' lie as he didn't ask anymore questions on it. yn was surrounded by people she loved and supported her with every rish she was willing to take, but she couldn't shake a feeling of guilt that piled in the bottom of her stomach. she couldn't tell if her guilt was lying to her big brother and going against his rules, or the fact that she didn't feel guilty or alarmed being in contact with a Bonten Executive; maybe she felt guily because she liked being in Ran's good graces, or maybe she felt guilty because she found herself craving more of him.

taglist :) [bold means I could tag :(]: Taglist: @richiyo @haitanigigi @chifuyusprincess @legravalice @l-ilysm @katariinasworld

[iamdeku]

Needy: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Me? Making a fic title that isn’t based off a song somehow? Seems unlikely. 

Warnings: school stress. makin’ out. not proofread.

For @sems-diarie

You hated your classmate Bakugou Katsuki with a passion. He was arrogant, brash, and extremely loud. He was rude to you and he was rude to everybody else and he was completely convinced he was the greatest thing to ever exist. There was really only one thing you hated more than Bakugou.

Being teamed up with him for your class’s newest group project.

You had pleaded and begged with Aizawa to let you pair up with literally anyone else, but he was unyielding. All of his pairings were final, and you and Bakugou were no exception. You were just going to have to learn how to work with him, your grades be damned, apparently.

“Alright, listen up,” you said, taking your seat next to Bakugou the day after your group pairings had been announced. “You are not going to mess up my grades. If anyone is going to mess up my grades it’s going to be me. I don’t think you’re an idiot. I know you’re an idiot. So just sit down, shut up, and follow my lead.”

You were perhaps slightly harsher than necessary, even for a guy like Bakugou. In your defense though, you’d had a truly garbage day. Your coffee machine had broken, leaving you with no caffeine this morning. It was an expensive coffee machine too, and you weren’t sure when you would be able to buy a new one. You had spent half of your morning looking for the manual to the coffee machine in the hopes that Momo could just create another one for you, and by the time you realized what time it was you had no opportunity to do anything but toss your clothes on before heading to class. On your way to class, it had rained, soaking you through because you had forgotten your umbrella and provoking Mineta to make a comment on the clinginess of your wet uniform. You had gotten a worse grade than you were expecting on your last test, you had tripped and spilled all of your lunch across the floor, and now here you were, having to sit next to your assigned group partner, hair still damp and mood still very, very bad.

“Hey, I don’t know who you think you are extra, but I’m no idiot. If you think we’re not beating everybody else in this class, then you’re wrong. I don’t know what you’ve been told, but Bakugou Katsuki never loses.”

You had known the great Bakugou Katsuki for the last 3 years of yours and his UA career, and now, in your final year, you were pretty confident that you still knew him. You knew him as a guy who had definitely lost before in the past. There was no particular shame in that, but you couldn’t afford to lose this time, especially not on Katsuki’s account.

“You better be right about that, pretty boy, because this grade is important to me. If we get a bad grade on this assignment it’s going to throw off my entire average, which I really can’t afford right now. Speaking of which, we really don’t have the time for all this dilly-dallying. Let’s get to work, king explosion murder,” you mocked.

To your surprise, the ever confident Bakugou turned bright red at the old nickname.

“Whatever. Let’s just get to work. We’re going to have to trade contact information so we can figure out a time to meet up. Plus I don’t trust you not to screw this up without my advice.”

You rolled your eyes. The nerve of this boy. The sheer gall.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” You reached into your soggy backpack and pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper, scribbling down your phone number.

“We should just be able to meet up in one of the dorm’s common areas. The trick will be finding a time when everyone else isn’t working there.”

You sighed, knowing your classmates wouldn’t make the scheduling of this easy. Even ignoring the fact that you might have to deal with their noise and obnoxious planning, Bakugou’s sleep schedule was another barrier to your project design. He went to bed early enough to severely limit your time for working on the group project. You honestly didn’t know when he found the time for homework. If you didn’t do yours immediately it probably wouldn’t get done until the very last minute.

“We can just study in our rooms. It will be quieter there.” Bakugou shrugged.

You froze at his casual words. Study in your rooms? As in study in his room? Nobody had ever been invited into Bakugou’s room. Not his best friend Kirishima. Not his childhood rival Midoriya. Not even that girl from the gen-ed course he’d dated when you were second years. Nobody.

“Uh…are you sure?”

“Yeah. Why?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re making a weird face, idiot.”

You shook your head. “Nothing. I was just thinking. Yeah, we can just study in our rooms. Just text me before randomly showing up, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Aizawa was starting up class, causing you both to shut up. You felt a part of you get very excited that you might be about to see Bakugou’s room. There was something sort of forbidden to the feeling, fluttering around in your chest like a stupid flock of butterflies or something. You were sure it was just the appeal of his room, the secrecy of it all. You loved knowing other people’s secrets. That must have been what it was.

As it turned out though, your hopes and dreams were all in vain. Bakugou texted you to ask about studying, not in his room, but your room. You complied of course. As much as you wanted to see the inside of his mysterious room, you respected his privacy. After all, rooms were sacred. Your room was a deeply personal expression of yourself, and you weren’t about to pry into his space. It wouldn’t get you a better grade anyway, seeing as your project wasn’t on the inside of Bakugou’s room.

You had cleaned up your room earlier in preparation for this moment, anticipating that sooner or later Bakugou would want to study in your room even if you had briefly entertained hopes that he would want to study in his. Your normally messy desk was cleared off, your bed was made and your dirty laundry was all in the basket where it belonged. If you hadn’t cleaned the room yourself you would probably think that you didn’t live here.

Bakugou walked into the room with all the posturing of royalty, shoulders thrown back confidently as he eyed your room. He sniffed, passing whatever final judgement he would, and proceeded to sit down at your desk.

“Nice room, nerd. Cleaner than I thought it would be.”

You grew uncomfortably warm at the truth of his accusation, feeling specifically called out. Could he possibly have heard you vacuuming earlier? It didn’t matter. You didn’t care about his opinion.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get to work, shall we?”

You pulled out your notebook, taking a seat on the floor and gesturing for him to join you.

“Why are you sitting on the floor, idiot?”

“I don’t have two chairs for both of us to work at the desk, so therefore the floor is our next best option.”

“No it isn’t.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You have a bed, don’t you? We can just sit on your bed and that way you don’t have to break you tailbone on the floor. Unless you like sitting on the hard floor.”

You gritted your teeth, glaring up at the challenge.

You pushed off from your hand, standing so you could loom over where he sat at your desk. “Fine. Bed it is then.”

You took a seat on your bed as he stood up from your desk chair he had invited himself to sit in. You waited for him to take his spot next to you on the bed, but he hesitated. For a guy who had suggested this idea, he didn’t seem to like it very much. Your surprise wore off though when you realized that he was being…awkward. Bakugou Katsuki was being awkward.

Was it you? Had you done something to make him uncomfortable? Or had he just been shy this whole time?

You could have laughed at him, but instead you took pity. You remembered your first year, when you had been painfully awkward. Maybe Bakugou had always been like that and you had just never had occasion to notice until now.

“Go ahead,” you said, patting the bed next to you. “Take a seat. I don’t bite, and even if I did you would like it.”

You laughed a little bit at your own joke, even if Bakugou didn’t seem to think it was very funny. You did succeed in getting him to sit on the bed though, so some small victories were won. He was stiff and sat much farther away from you than necessary, but he sat nonetheless.

After hours of working together, you managed to have a rough outline for the project. It was sort of a tricky project, based around gathering knowledge and making a presentation on the hero you thought to be the best. Bakugou had insisted with surprising vehemence on making it on All Might, and you agreed with him. After all, he was the symbol of peace and had been the #1 hero for decades. Even though this was a move you would have predicted more from Midoriya, you figured if you were going to do this project you might as well do it right.

Bakugou got up to head to bed, but you stopped him before he could leave. “Hey…I didn’t know you were so into All Might.”

Bakugou blushed, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“I mean, we all love All Might, don’t we?”

“I mean, I know I do.” You laughed a little to set him at ease before revealing a little bit of yourself. “When I was a kid All Might was always my favorite hero because of his smile. I always thought that if someone were ever to come save me, I would want them to smile at me like that.”

Bakugou was silent for a moment, thinking about your words.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I was always so impressed by his strength, and the way people loved him. I always wanted to be loved like that. I wanted to make people believe that I could help them. That they could trust me.”

There was a deep sense of vulnerability to his words that made you want to know more and made you want to understand this boy you had clearly underestimated.

“Is that why you became a hero?”

He huffed, retreating back into himself.  “I became a hero to prove I was better than everybody.”

In a way, it was a yes.

“Have a goodnight, Bakugou.”

He stopped in your doorway, looking back at you with a hint of that vulnerability from earlier.

“Goodnight.”

You had been working nonstop for the past 4 days. You had your schedule set up to an unreasonable level of strictness. You would work for an hour, watch a 10 minute motivational video, then work for an hour again. The only real breaks you took were to eat and sleep, and it was starting to wear on you. You just had so much work to do, and you needed to be free this weekend for the sleepover Mina was having, but you were exhausted.

You had finally reached a breaking point tonight, and you found yourself sitting in your bed crying. You weren’t pretty crying either. It was an ugly, exhausted cry, yanked out of you by the hours of work and stress. You had fallen onto your side, curled up in bed as the sounds choked out of you, ugly things breaking you open and cracking your chest and your voice.

Because of all the stress you had been under, you had completely forgotten about your group project. You had met up with Bakugou the first couple of days, but yesterday you had begged off and reschedule for…today. Right now.

You didn’t even hear Bakugou’s polite knock on your door, the same three knock rap he had given the last few days before coming in to work on your project with you for an hour. If he thought you were ignoring him or just not there, it didn’t stop him from coming in. You didn’t notice, completely oblivious to his presence until he spoke.

“Are you hurt?”

He rushed over to your side, rolling over your body to inspect you. His hands were surprisingly gentle as they skimmed over your body, checking for injuries, gently pressing into the divots of old scars. He found no hurt on you though, and pulled back, frowning.

“What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”

You sniffled loudly, shamefully wiping your arm across your face.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, repeating it for your own benefit. “I’m fine, I’m totally fine. Everything is fine.”

“You sound like stupid Deku. Every time he’s ever told me he was fine he was lying.”

You choked out a giggle against your will. “Yeah, he does that doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, he does. But unlike Deku you’re not stupid. You want to explain this little episode to me?”

“I’m just…stressed.” You sighed, explaining your situation to him.

He sat back, stunned. “Well no wonder you finally broke. Nobody can work like that. You have to have fun, you idiot!”

For such a nice sentiment, he said it awfully aggressively. He almost made you burst into tears again, but he seemed to realize his mistake, quickly softening his voice again as he floundered for something to say.

“I…you…I’ve never seen you cry before,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I do it. This may come as a surprise but I’m human too, y’know.”

His hands still rested on your thighs, and you looked up at him hesitantly, breath catching in your throat. You had, of course, noticed that he was pretty before. Sharp cheek bones, harsh blond hair, bright red eyes that dug into your soul. Somehow though, he had gotten prettier over the past couple of days as you had gotten to know him, gotten to understand him better.

Before, you had thought he was arrogant. From your conversations though, you knew better. He just cared about people too much. Cared about their opinions too much, feared rejection. You offered up a little piece of yourself in exchange for everything he had admitted to you.

“Remember what I told you about All Might being my favorite hero? I thought to be a good hero you had to always be smiling. You could never show weakness. Not anger or sadness or anything else. That’s why you’ve never seen me cry before. Why I’m always so happy go lucky. Because I have to be.”

There was a pause while Bakugou processed that information.

“That’s…stupid,” he decided. “You shouldn’t hold back on your emotions like that. You deserve to feel things. You can’t dedicate your life to other people like that.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m starting to figure that out.” You stared down at your bedspread.

You were shocked when you felt a warm, calloused hand brush your cheek. Bakugou hesitantly, tenderly wiped the last of your tears away, and you felt something in your heart flutter. You had known Bakugou Katsuki a long time, but you had never known him like this. Looking up into his eyes did nothing to dispel your butterflies when you saw how soft his gaze was. Something in you ached to be looked at like that, to be held in someone’s hands as carefully as he was holding you now.

“Can I…can I kiss you?”

You weren’t sure where the question had come from, and yet you were, because some time along the way of getting to know him you had realized something. Everything you had thought there was to hate about Bakugou was really something to love. Over the course of this project, you had done something extraordinarily stupid. You had developed feelings for a boy who would never like you back. Which was why his next words stole your breath entirely.

“Please,” Bakugou said, his words a sticky sweet, fervent plea.

You blinked, daring to look at him again only to find him wide open to you. He was leaning forward, a look in his eyes you could scarcely describe, a feverish desire overcoming him. His hand on your face twitched ever so slightly in anticipation as you leaned forward.

When your lips met his, you were surprised by the easiness of it. You fell forward into him, arms draped around his broad shoulders as he pulled you in, large hand wrapping around your waist, firm and capable. He tasted like burnt sugar, impossibly so, and it made your head spin, made you dizzy with the sensation. It made you hungry for him.

When he licked your lower lip, you let him swallow you down, hands blazing a fiery trail across your waist to your back, making the trip over and over and burning into you with their warmth. You tugged on his hair lightly, eliciting a moan from him that shot straight through your chest. You gasped into his open mouth, your clumsy kiss flipping when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Everything became easier when you let him take over, let him pull you into his lap up against the hardness of his body and tilt your head to the side just so, pliable and soft in his arms. Kissing him became easy and natural, shivers running through your body as you surrendered yourself to the experience.

When he finally pulled away, you found yourself licking a mixture of your spit and his off your mouth, not even minding how profoundly gross that was. Normally you would have shuddered, but you were far too busy staring at him, mesmerized and breathless.

“You, uh…that was…that was really nice. And I think you’re pretty.” Bakugou coughed. “Do you want to go out sometime? Because obviously you need somebody to distract you from your homework, stupid. Look what you did. Made a mess of yourself.”

You ducked your head into his shoulder at his words, hiding your face and your embarrassment. “Yeah, sure. That sounds nice.”

He hummed, the sound resonating in his chest and traveling straight to your ear. “Can I…kiss you again then?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

[garrothromeave]

let’s talk about minecraft diaries rebirth.

and why it’s literally amazing. (warning: this will contain spoilers. lots of them. also, long post ahead.)

i think a lot of people hate mcdr because they were expecting a remake; but the point of rebirth is for jess to rewrite it. it wasn't supposed to be exactly the same.

honestly i went into mcdr with a closed mind. as an og mcd fan, i thought that this was going to suck ass and that i'd rant about how bad it was to my friends later. but actually watching it, i just... couldn't help but immediately fall in love with it.

ik im probably the only motherfucker that likes mcdr, but honestly how could i not? for one, garroth and zenix actually have personalities at the beginning. AND; the villagers? actually amazing. donna made me smile, visher made me laugh and cry, brendan was just bein as good as ever. like... i even didn't despise emmalyn with every ounce of my soul like i usually do?? the characterizations of them were GOOD, man.

and honestly, aphmau like--the way she spoke, her whole thing. it was reallyyy well done in my opinion. she was oblivious to things, but it wasn't overdone and wasn't done in a way to make her annoying. she's a very appealing character in mcdr, a main protagonist i do not mind following along with. her dynamics to the characters are really cool and all very unique.  gonna cut it here so i don’t clog y’all’s feed cuz i got a lot to say :)

the early use of aphmau’s powers was actually pretty cool as well, it also really showed how clueless aphmau really was to everything going on around her. AND UH, THE FACT THAT SHE THOUGHT THAT GARROTH FELT FAMILIAR? GOLDEN. absolutely golden.

AND GENE OH BOY, the early introduction of gene? ik a lot of people are upset about it, but god DAMN i love it so much. his role in the story is very important in original, and i cannot express how much joy this brought me learning that he was actually getting the proper attention for it. and the fact that gene and aphmau were working together?? i mean ik gene was just trying to use her to get back to the "shadow abyss" (pretty pog replacement for the nether, gg) but god DAMN i loved every moment of it. i found their dynamic to be pretty fuckin funny to be honest, would absolutely love to see more of it.

i might be biased considering gene is one of my absolute favorite characters, but i honestly think that introducing gene this early on in the story was a good move. again, he's literally the right-hand man to the shadow lord. it makes you really wonder why he didn't have as much of an important role in season 1 or even 2 of the original mcd plotline. also, we get some of that good-ol-fashioned exposition with seeing early on how vylad and gene interact. vylad’s at a very strange point in the story right now; his motives are unclear, even to the side he’s ‘supposed’ to be taking (aka, a shadow knight.)  another early introduction to a character is zane! this, my friends, is good. really good. i’d say that zane is the main antagonist of season 1 in the original series--and he wasn’t even introduced until like, episode 50. it’s not necessarily a bad thing, but him being introduced this early on really gives the audience a better understanding of what threats are out there and what our protagonist will have to encounter in the future. in the original series, there’s not much explanation as to why lords are disappearing/dying left and right--and while yes, that was supposed to be the mystery of it, having some of that early information is a better move in terms of writing. 

AND IVAN?? BEING A PART OF THE JURY OF NINE?? I COULD NOT HAVE ASKED FOR ANYTHING MORE LIKE GOD DAMN that was a very pleasant surprise i'll just say that, thank you jess :)

and no i did not loop the 4 minutes of screentime laurance got in that one episode haha who would do that i would never do that anyways

SPEAKING of laurance, im so glad jess actually wrote him in this early :) she totally could have just waited for the first time aphmau visits meteli and meets him there, but no! she put him in an early episode. i dont even care if she did it just to shut up the fans about laurance but man that made me so happy seeing him, even if it was only for a bit.

okay i kinda wanna go over the guards real fast firstly; garroth. ignoring how weird the helmet showing emotions is, i really like how garroth is portrayed. he's under a lot of pressure because the village is putting a lot of the blame on him for malik's death, and he's trying his hardest to keep things running. the fact that garroth utterly refused the to take up the position of lord and even got a little snappy about it was actually really cool to see as well. and while he doesn’t have that same “reserved, quiet, observant” feel as the original mcd version of him had, this version of garroth is absolutely awesome. he’s more direct and blunt, is significantly more sarcastic, and isn’t as stiff or as much as a pushover as he is in the original. he even has a sense of humour. also, no homo, but he’s kinda adorable.  plus, the desperation that he goes through during the whole thing is just--it’s really cool to see how hard he’s trying to prove himself and help the village. my rating for mcdr garroth? 9/10. the helmet... the helmet is the main thing throwin me off, i can’t lie. next, zenix. oh BOY do i have a lot to say about this man. first of all, his and garroth’s dynamic is incredible. when i saw how the interacted with each other, my first thought was: father and son. zenix has this immaturity to him that is so fucking fun and interesting to watch, and seeing how garroth scolds him is so fuckin good man. and! seeing how he interacts with the rest of the village... honestly, if jess ever picks this story up again, i would probably cry when zenix (literally) backstabs garroth. HELL, i hope that’s something that still happens, it’d be heartbreaking to witness this character that we’ve come to love hurting his mentor, the man who took him in. he’s just a really good character all in all, and much more appealing than the original mcd zenix. ...except season 3 zenix. no zenix can be better than that one.  either way, zenix is amazing written to be the comic relief and he’s just an all-out lovable character in this series.  finally, dale and brian. yes i’m going to group them up because there’s not much to say regarding them, but i do want to address them. for starters, we have brian; who’s already 16 when the story starts. good on jess for doing that, because in the original aphmau watched brian be born and age INCREDIBLY quick, haha. THOUGH i do feel like there’s a slight connection lost there--one of the hardest things about brian’s betrayal in the original series in the fact that we watched him grow up in phoenix drop. we were there from the moment he was born, to the second he betrayed phoenix drop. BUT OF COURSE, this version is a lot more realistic, so it’s understandable. i just think that if it’s brian who’ll be betraying phoenix drop again (if it even goes down that same route), it won’t hit as hard unless jess really takes the time to grow the connection between brian and aphmau.  as for dale; gotta admit, love it. and like, i think one of the main things about how good of a call it was to make him a drunkard from the beginning is considering how much the village is struggling. the fact that the second-in-command is literally drunk all of the time really conveys the message of, “yeah. this village needs help.” plus, he’s another good comic relief character. i loved seeing molly and dale’s relationship too, it was very funny.  PLUS. we were blessed with a well scene, in which aphmau had to help villagers out of the well. i don’t know about you guys, but that was one of my favorite nods to the original series. i cannot thank jess enough for that, there was a smile on my face the entire time. another amazing thing--visher’s character. instead of just being introduced to this quirky lil merchant who only had one or two interactions with aphmau like in the first one, we got to sit there and really get a feel for someone worth remembering and worth mourning over. we had a reason to be sad over his death, it wasn’t just some npc getting blown up suddenly. this was different, and this hurt.  one of the major things that i hope is to come out of this is for jess to fix the major mistakes she had when writing the first series. she’d expressed how unhappy she was with some of the decisions she made, and i’m glad that she’s getting that second chance to undo the things she didn’t like. this series also gives her a second chance to really, really dig into characters and their motives. like, gimme laurance backstory in better detail. or like, garroth and zane’s relationship from back when they were kids? or how vylad died and who killed him? etc etc. she’s already done an excellent job so far, and i can’t wait to see where this goes. that is, if she ever continues it. god, i wish there were more episodes so that i could seriously let you guys know how beautiful of a series this is. there’s so much i want to say about rebirth, but i think i’ll stop here. i might say some more shit about it later, but if there’s anything i’d want you to take away from this, it’s: give minecraft diaries rebirth a chance. there’s a lot of potential, and this is a chance for jess to really change things for the better! ... but again, that is if this ever is continued. 

[mimisempai]

I love you because you’re you

Summary:

Imagine Mobius confessing to Sylvie that his crush on Loki started when he watched his exploits as D.B. Cooper... Imagine Loki overhearing this conversation... That is enough to give ideas to our god of mischief to spice up their life...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32516398

2214 words - Rating T

Other oneshots in the same series : Together, For all time, Always 9/?

Sitting at his desk, Mobius was watching Loki.

When he thought about everything that had happened, everything they had been through, and reflected on where they were now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Whether it was Loki or him, they had both had to deal with great changes in their lives. Both of them had to question themselves in a short period of time.

But they had managed to do it, together.

Mobius sometimes felt a kind of overwhelming elation when he stopped to think about their lives.

Order and chaos.

As he saw Loki walk away with the group of recruits he was training, he let out a sigh of satisfaction and dug into his files.

"Oh my... Mobius, you got it bad."

He looked up.

"Sylvie!"

The young woman was leaning against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed and looking at him with a smile, the usual spark of mischief in her eyes.

"Come in!"

She stepped forward to sit across from him.

The arrival of Loki in Mobius' life had surprisingly brought him another bond.

Sylvie had made a place for herself in Mobius' heart almost as quickly as Loki had.

He had found in her a dear friend, a sister at heart.

When you think about it, Mobius who had been betrayed by his closest friend, Loki who had never found a friend who accepted him as he was, and Sylvie who had not been able to create a bond with anyone during all her years on the run, it was clear that the bonds between them all could only be strong, whether it was friendship, love or brotherhood.

"What did you mean when you came in, or rather why did you say that?"

Sylvie leaned in, her chin in her hands.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe your goofy smile when Loki walks into a room you're in, your completely smitten look when you watch him work or do something else... Do you want me to go on?"

Mobius, embarrassed, raised his hand and said, "Stop! No! It's okay!"

"If it makes you feel any better, it's only me who sees it. After all I know you and I know perfectly well the bond between you. And even though Loki is an expert at masking his feelings, he's just as obvious as you are."

"I guess the fact that you've spent so many years running away, you've learned to watch people so you can preserve yourself." Mobius told her compassionately, fully aware that he had contributed to what had shaped Sylvie's personality.

"Mobius..." Sylvie sighed before continuing, "We've talked about this before, we each did what we had to do to survive or because it was what we thought we were made for. Now we're doing what we need to do to atone, to make sure it doesn't happen again. Know that I have long since forgiven you completely."

Mobius knew that he would still carry the guilt of what he had done at the service of the old TVA for a long time to come, and even though he didn't know at the time, that didn't stop him from being aware of his own responsibility.

He simply replied, "Thank you."

"Well! Let's pick up where we left off," Sylvie began in a lighter tone, "I'm a little curious Mobius, I have the feeling that your crush on Loki dates back long before you met him for real..."

Mobius knew that with Sylvie, there was no point in denying it, she knew him well, sometimes too well for his liking.

"Damn, why do you always have to be so perceptive?"

She shrugged, before adding softly, "it's just that you're very open, Mobius, when it comes to Loki or when you're with him."

"If you say so." replied Mobius, looking unconvinced even though he knew she was right. Odin's lie about Loki's origin had had such a negative impact on his life that Mobius was doing everything to be transparent. He would always do anything to preserve the trust Loki had in him.

"So?" insisted Sylvie, "Your little crush that became a big one… When did you realize it?"

Mobius, annoyed, replied somewhat curtly, "I didn't keep a diary you know."

"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"

Mobius muttered and seeing that Sylvie wouldn't let go, he reached into the only locked drawer of his desk, opened it and pulled out a file.

He took out a photo and slid it towards Sylvie.

She leaned over to take a closer look.

She gasped and her gaze went back and forth from the picture to Mobius several times.

"D.B. Cooper?!!"

Sylvie moved her chair over to Mobius' desk to be closer.

"Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."

Mobius sighed and rolled his eyes but complied anyway.

______

Loki had assigned their training missions to the new recruits.

"Miss Minutes, what time is it?"

"Loki, I already told you! Just because I'm shaped like a watch doesn't mean I'm here to be your clock!"

Loki chuckled, before looking at what time it was on the wall clock. He would probably never tire of teasing the IA.

He headed to Mobius' office, he had five minutes before his next assignment so he was going to take the opportunity to pay his lover a short visit, hoping Mobius would be alone.

As he approached, he noticed that the door was slightly open and he heard voices. "So much for the tête-à-tête." he muttered to himself and turned on his heels, a little disappointed.

But as he walked away, he heard his name. Of course, he went back on his steps discreetly and approached the half-opened door, taking care not to be seen. He was not able to look inside the office, but he could now hear the voices very well and recognized that of Sylvie who was conversing with Mobius.

"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"

He heard Mobius mutter in response, but knowing their dynamic by now, he knew he would answer.His answer was of great interest to Loki.

There was a moment of silence, then he heard Sylvie gasp and then exclaim.

"D.B. Cooper?!!"

He heard a noise, as if a piece of furniture was moving and then Sylvie's lower, but still distinct voice saying, "Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."

Oh yes my little Mobius, I want to know everything too.

"You didn't see the video of the whole scene where Loki pretended to be D.B.Cooper, I did. And I don't know if it's the charisma he gives off, or the suit, or the glasses, or the haircut, or that fucking wink, but it's the first time I've noticed my interest was far less professional than it should have been."

Sylvie chuckled and replied, "How? You Mobius? You the oh-so-perfect TVA employee?"

Mobius grumbled back, "Ex-employee first, and then perfect employee or not, I'm only human. I was on a diet and I ended up with a five-star meal under my nose, you can't judge me because it aroused my appetite."

Loki realized that the five minutes were over and returned to his appointment place, a little baffled by what he had just heard, but above all extremely interested.

An idea began to germinate in his head, he was not the god of mischief for nothing.

Mobius was not going to figure it out...

Loki moved forward with a much more energetic step, the prospect of an interesting evening motivating him for the rest of his day.

_______

In the evening, much later, they were making out like teenagers on the couch.

Loki had surprised Mobius with a candlelight dinner and they had spent an extremely pleasant evening and continued to prolong the harmony of the moment.

Loki had wrapped his arms around Mobius' neck and was sitting on his lap.

They separated only to catch their breath before reconnecting their lips again.

Mobius' eyes were closed. Loki swirled his tongue in his lover's mouth in an absolutely naughty way before planting kisses from his mouth to his ear and then whispering in a warm voice, "Open your eyes, love."

Unable to refuse anything to Loki in the state of arousal in which he was, Mobius complied.

He opened his eyes and gasped.

Inches away from him, looking at him through familiar sunglasses, was D.B. Cooper.

D.B. Cooper-Loki sitting on his lap.

He brought his face close to Mobius', lowered his glasses slightly and winked at him. Just like on the video.

Mobius swallowed and licked his lips.

Loki's mouth almost against Mobius', his eyes unfathomable behind the smoked glasses, Loki asked him with a deep and sensual voice, "So, is the charisma that I give off..." he gave a small perverse thrust.

"... or my suit..." he traced with his fingertips the lapel of the black jacket with a lascivious gesture.

"...my haircut" he ran his long fingers through his short hair in a suggestive way.

"...my wink," he repeated the gesture before putting his forearms on Mobius' shoulders and tying his hands behind his neck.

He whispered, "Is all this up to your expectations?" and then leant in to kiss him.

But Mobius, who had recognized the words he had said to Sylvie, had no intention of letting his god of mischief be in control any longer.

Even before Loki's lips could touch his, with a skilful twist of his back, he made them turn around and managed to reverse their position somehow.

Loki found himself lying on the length of the couch, his legs imprisoned by the knees of Mobius who ended up now astride him.

Mirroring Loki's moves, he kissed him and then in the same manner, placed a shower of kisses from his jaw to his ear against which he whispered, " Become Loki again, sweetheart."

Before his eyes, under a veil of green magic that flowed through Loki, Mobius saw his lover regain his usual features.

Loki pouted a little and asked sheepishly, "Didn't you enjoy it?"

Mobius put a finger on Loki's lips, "Shhh, I enjoyed it a lot, but there's something I want to know. How far did you spy on my conversation with Sylvie?"

"Hey!" protested Loki, "I wasn't spying, well not really. I just happened to overhear some of the conversation before I went back to work! I only heard your answer about D.B. Cooper."

"Then I'll tell you what I said to Sylvie afterwards." replied Mobius softly.

"I told him that D.B. had aroused my appetite, but the one that had captured my undivided attention and made me forget about all the others was this Loki."

He underlined his words by poking Loki's nose with the tip of his forefinger.

"So yes D.B. is handsome, but he pales in comparison to you Loki. The real Loki. D.B. doesn't have those gorgeous black curls..." he ran his hands slowly through Loki's hair, and letting them run down his fingers continued, "that are soft as silk. »

He gently stroked the outline of Loki's eyes with his fingertips, "D.B. doesn't have those indescribable blue eyes that change color with light, with time and with emotion."

He ran his thumb over the lower lip of Loki's half-open mouth, "D.B. doesn't have that smile you only have for me."

He gently kissed said smile, then resting his forehead against Loki's, he said softly, "Loki, you will never have to be someone else to seduce me, hell, you don't even have to seduce me since I am already completely seduced. I was lost the day you explained to me with a sad look that your destiny was to be a villain. Because in front of me I had the real Loki. You let me see who you were."

He closed the distance between them and put his lips on Loki's.

Unlike the previous kiss, it was a gentle and almost chaste one. A kiss of oath and renewed love to which Loki responded with all his heart.

Talk about mischief turning against himself in the most beautiful way. There were no losers tonight, only two winners.

Though a little later as his head rested on Mobius' chest, he couldn't help but ask, "So, no more D.B. Cooper?"

The hand that was stroking his head, paused for a moment before resuming as Mobius whispered with a smile in his voice, "Hm... I admit the idea of being bossed around by D.B. Cooper does raise some interest..."

"Tut-tut Agent Mobius... What a naughty boy!"

Mobius pressed a kiss on Loki's forehead and said mischievously, "It's not just you who can do and be whatever you want."

Only Loki's warm laughter against his chest answered him.

Later, lulled by the sweetness of the moment, Mobius drifted off to sleep.

The last thing he felt was a light kiss from Loki on his chest, and the last thing he heard was Loki whispering against his skin, where his heart was.

"Thank you for letting me be me."

⚠️🔞NSFW 🔞⚠️SEQUEL HERE : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32529109

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Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it. 🥰

Now that I'm at the end, I'm thinking about a little sequel about DB Cooper-Loki bossing around Mobius😏😏

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

John B x reader

Summary: You end up pregnant and because John B’s life was already hard, you didn’t want to make it any worse so you keep it from him. However, after a tense night at the boneyard, everything comes slipping out. 

A/N: This is my first obx fic, I hope you guys like it!! I’ll post the rest of the obx fics/requests I have tomorrow (Thursday). 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx 

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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Your eyes stare at the two pink lines. Positive. How could you and John B let this happen? You’d been careful. You used protection and you were on birth control, something your mother had you put on after she found out you were dating John B, a pogue. Your mother warned you about pregnancy and strongly urged you to use protection. Your family’s reputation would not be able to handle a pregnancy caused by a pogue. The reputation was already beginning to crack after they found out about you and him, this would completely ruin it.

Your mind then went to John B and his life. He was living alone at 18. His dad disappeared in a boating accident years ago and he was barely scrapping by. His life was already hard and to throw a baby into the mix? It would be even worse for him. You couldn’t do that to him. Especially, since your family would disown you and kick you out, leaving you to live with John B. However, this was John B’s baby and he deserved to know. He would want to know you were carrying his child. You knew he was going to be a good father, no doubt about it.   

Gathering yourself from you white tiled bathroom floor, you stood in the mirror and wiped your eyes, washing the mascara from your face and headed to the Chateau.

~

When you arrived, you let out a sigh of relief to only see John B’s van. Kie’s car or JJ’s bike no where in sight. You stepped out of your car and headed inside.

“John B?” You called out, but there was no answer. You stepped through the house, checking in the rooms, but no John B. You checked the time; he’d be home from working at the dock by now. So, where was he?

You stepped off the screen porch and looked around the yard when you heard a boat motor. As you headed down to the dock, there was John B, pulling up in HMS Pogue. He must have gone for an evening drive.

“Hey.” You gave a small smile and a wave, stepping to the end of the dock as he pulled the boat closer to the edge.

He threw you the rope to tie off the boat, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

You bent down and tied off the boat, “I needed to talk with you about something.” After tying off the boat, you stood and wiped your hands on your jeans.

As he stepped off the boat and onto the dock, you could see the weight of the world on his shoulders, “Can it wait? I’ve had a shitty day.” He sighs and sits down on the bench, running his hands through his hair.

You frowned and nodded, “What’s wrong? Do you want to want to talk about it?” You take a seat next to him and put a loving hand on his thigh.

He holds his head in his hands, “They’ve cut back my hours on the dock, which means I won’t be able make enough to pay bills, so I have to find another job.”

And that is when you knew, you couldn’t tell him about the baby.

~

It had been a few weeks, John B had yet to find a second job and you had yet to tell him about the baby. It was Kie who found out about the pregnancy first. You didn’t mean for it to happen but she’d come over to drop something off and found you sobbing in the bathroom floor. She was your best friend and you knew there was no lying to her.

“I’m pregnant, Kie.” You sobbed into your hands.

She immediately pulled you into her arms as you two sat on the bathroom floor. She let you sob for as long as you needed, “Does John B know?”

You shook your head and quickly pulled away to look at her, “He can’t know Kie. You can’t tell him. Please.”

She sadly nods, “Okay, I won’t.” It wasn’t her secret to tell.

~

You didn’t want to go to the Boneyard for a party, but John B begged you to come. He’d finally found another job and wanted to celebrate. As you and the pogues were situated around a fire, you sat next to Kie, who was telling you about her horrible date, when John B came stumbling over.

“Hey y/n.” He slurs, two cups in his hands, “Here drink up.”

You glanced at Kie and then back up at John B, “I’m okay John B. I don’t feel like drinking tonight.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “You don’t ever feel like drinking. You don’t feel like doing anything anymore! All you do is sit around on your little kook ass crying about the dumbest shit!”

Your eyes sting with tears. It had been a rough couple of weeks. Your hormones were horrible and all over the place and you had terrible morning sickness lasting through out the day.

“John B.” Kie snapped, “Don’t be an ass!”

He looks at Kie then back at you, noticing the tears, “There she goes now with the damn water works.” He shakes his head and finishes off his drink with a gulp, tossing the cup in the trash.

You stand, “John B I think it’s time for you to stop. You’ve had enough..” You go to grab the other drink in his hand but he smacks your hand away.

“Don’t touch my fucking drink.”

You put your hands up defensively, Kie standing at your side as JJ and Pope make their way over seeing all the commotion.

“You sit all high and mighty in that big ass house of yours while the rest of us pogues bust our asses to put food on the table!” He points a finger at you.

‘he’s just drunk. He’s just drunk and doesn’t mean those things.’ You repeat in your head, but your hormones are already raging and another tear slips down your face. This is what sends John B into a fit.

“And there you are with those damn tears again! What do you have to cry about?! You’ve never worked a day in your life and you probably never will!”

“I’m pregnant John B. That’s why I cry all the time! That’s why I don’t drink anymore or I’m always sick!” Tears are steadily falling and Kie puts an hand on your back.

John B is taken back by this information and stumbles back a little, “P-pregnant?” He shakes his head, the alcohol making his head spin. “There isn’t no fucking way you’re pregnant.” His eyes snap to you, “We used protection. You were on the pill. That isn’t my baby.” He points to your stomach. The next thing that happens is something none of the pogues saw coming. He tosses the drink in your face, the beer splashing on your face and down the front of your clothes.

Everything else happened so fast. Suddenly, JJ was protectively in front of you, grabbing at John B and yelling at him. Kie is cussing at John B and trying to get napkins to wipe up your face.

JJ and Pope drag John B off toward the van, still cussing and yelling at him for what he did.

“Are you okay?” Kie asks, wiping the beer off your face.

You shake your head and let out a sob.

“Oh sweetie..” She wraps her arms around you in a hug, “He was just drunk, you know that he didn’t mean any of it.”

~

Kie drove you home that night and made sure you were okay before leaving. JJ and Pope took John B back to the Chateau where John B finally passed out on the couch. They didn’t leave either, they wanted to be the first to tell John B how much he fucked up after he woke up the next morning.

~

You slept in the next morning, never leaving the bed. Kie came over and hung out but never once mentioned John B. Not like you wanted to hear about him anyways. Maybe your mother was right, dating a pogue was wrong.

~

Back at the Chateau, he knew he’d fucked up. The next morning after the outburst, JJ and Pope were quick to tell him everything that happened, how he’d drank too much, snapped on you, the pregnancy announcement and the throwing of the drink.

“Oh I fucked up.” John B groans, running his hands through his hair, “I need to go see her.” He starts to walk out but Pope grabs his arm, “Kie called from her house. She doesn’t want to see you.”

He shook Pope’s arm off, “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”

When he arrived at your house, Kie’s car was still in the driveway. Kie was never going to let you see him. He sighs and knocks on the door. To no surprise, Kie opens the door.

“She doesn’t want to see you John B.”

“I know Kie, I fucked up but please, I have to apologize.” He begs.

She shakes her head and goes to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot, “Kie, Please!”

You slowly make your way down the stairs, wrapped in a blanket, “Kie?”

Kie turns around, “He’s leaving, it’s okay.”

John B looks passed Kie and looks at your appearance. He can see you’ve been crying all night. Your eyes are swollen and red. And you’re wrapped in your favorite fluffy blanket, one only used when things were bad, “Y/n please… I’m sorry.” His eyes are pleading as he begs.

You wrap the blanket tighter around you as you walk behind Kie, “It’s okay, Kie…” You give a small smile at her and she nods before heading back to your room. Pushing John B out of the house you close the door behind you and sit on one of the white rocking chairs. “Well?”

He quickly takes a seat next to you, “I’m sorry about last night. I was a complete asshole.”

You laugh halfheartedly, “Asshole? That was more than being an asshole John B. You snapped on me and said mean things and you threw a drink in my face.”

His face falls, “I know. And I don’t know what got into me. I got scared when you said you were pregnant. I was already stressed and had finally found a second job then you say you’re pregnant? I can barely take care of myself, let alone another human being.”

“You don’t think I’m stressed out? I can’t take care of another human being either! You’re not the only one in this John B.”

He sighs, nodding, “I know and I should have never reacted the way I did.” He stands from the chair and steps in front of you, bending his knees so he’s eye level with you. He puts a loving hand on your knee, “I will take care of you and our baby, no matter what. Okay?”

You sniff, another round of tears filling your eyes, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

His heart breaks when he sees the look in your eye. They’re filled with regret and sadness. “Hey.. I know that.” He rubs his thumb along your cheek, “I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. This is on both of us, not just you. It was an accident and that’s okay. We’re going to go through this together. I’m going to be there every step of the way, alright?”

You sniffle and nod, before standing up and walking right into his open arms. He kisses the top of your head, “We’re going to be parents.” He whispers and gives you a small squeeze. Suddenly the thought of having a baby pogue, half you, half him running around made his heart swell. It was earlier than he would have hoped. He wanted to have a steady job. He wanted to marry you first and then start a family but looks like he’d have to do things another way and that was okay.

~

Few weeks went by. You were now 3 months pregnant, no baby bump yet. You’d asked Kie to accompany you to one of the appointments because John B said he had to work and couldn’t make it. You two had made a day of it, stopping for lunch and did some shopping around town. Now, you two were on your way home. You decided you’d wait at the Chateau for John B until he got off work.

“Can you take me by John B’s?” You ask, looking over at Kie.

“yeah sure.” She nods, turning off a side street and heading toward the Chateau.

~

When you arrive, his van is parked by the house along with JJ’s bike. “Thought he was at work?” She asks, turning off the car.

“Yeah I did too..” you mutter before getting out of the car. The two of you head up on the front porch; the door is open and it sounds like JJ and John B are arguing.

“That’s not the right part, JJ! It’s this one.”

“Dude, I’m not a rocket scientist.”

“This has to be perfect.”

You look at Kie, who shrugs, so the two of you walk into the house and to the office where John B’s dad kept all his treasures and research. However, the room isn’t filled with his dad’s things anymore. It was empty. The walls had been painted a light grey and there were baby animals hung around the room. In the middle of the room sat John B and JJ, half of a crib up, the rest of the parts were strewed around them.

Your eyes swelled with tears, “John B..”

His head snapped up to you, oh shit. He’d lied to you about work and now was caught right in the middle of it.

“I’m just gonna.. go outside.” JJ quickly stands and follows Kie out, leaving you and John B in the room.

He slowly stands, “I wanted it to be a surprise… this is the nursery.. for our baby.”

Your let out a small sob, admiring the room, “It’s amazing!”  

His face lights up, “Really? You like it?”

“Like it? I love it John B!” You smile, turning around to face him, frowning, “But all your dad’s stuff.”

He nods, “In the shed. I figured he wouldn’t mind his grandchild having this room..”

You look at the décor and then the crib, “How could you afford all this?”

“I had some savings set aside for something else. But I knew this was more important.” He steps over to you, “Do you like the color? I can change it if you don’t like it. It’s just the guy at the paint shop said grey was a neutral color since I didn’t know the gender.”

You quickly shook your head and smiled, “No, it’s perfect. All of it.. is perfect.” Your hand digs into your back pocket and pull out the ultrasound photo.

“New ultrasound photo?” He asks as you hand it to him.

You point to the little bean in the photo, “Size of a plum now.” You giggle a little.

He chuckles, looking over the photo, “Size of a plum..”

You nod, “Doctor said baby was healthy and growing just fine. And the mother was doing great too.” You laugh a little.  

He smiles, “Can I keep this one? I want to put it with my others” He’d kept the photos from the first ultrasound, hung on the fridge and in the van. He was proud and would show of the photo anytime someone entered in the Chateau or even the van. “We know John B, we saw the photo in the van.” The pogues would mutter.

“Sure. I have another one in the car. That’s your copy.”

His hand slips around your waist and pulls you into his side, his free hand going to your tummy, “My little family…”

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