#he’s wish us best of luck when he did it and he’d check back in probably but he would still leave

[alexis-mac-allstar]

Every time I open a comment section on an Arsenal video or post, I’m guaranteed to find someone dissing Ødegaard and saying Rice should be captain instead and like. Maybe he’s not the best footballer in the world but he’s a really good one, *and* he’s a good captain! Everyone loves him on the team and the staff, he cares, he puts in the fucking work. It’s Rice’s first season with us, and while, yes, he’s been phenomenal for us, it’s still absolutely not enough to rob Martin of the captaincy. Honestly, I think you just don’t like him, and you and all the other haters can fuck off

[cb97breathing]

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie. 18+ NO MINORS.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work!

“I’m going to throw up.” You whispered quietly to your best friend as you paced the spare room in a panic. Your best friend couldn’t help but look at you in amusement.

“No you’re not, love, the second you see him down that aisle your nerves are going to all fade away and you know it. We’ve all known you and Chan were meant to be since we were kids y/n. Don’t get cold feet now.” You stared at yourself in the mirror, taking in the wedding gown and nervously covered your stomach and sides with your arms. “Oh no, don’t you dare get those thoughts right now. Do you not see how stunning you look?” Your friend gently took your hand and pulled you from the mirror. “Chan is going to be on the floor when he sees you, everyone bet 100 bucks that he is gonna cry. The only one who didn’t think he would was Jisung.” You snorted at that. The door opened and you saw Hannah walk in.

Hannah’s eyes widened at the sight of you and for a moment she couldn’t help but stare in awe.

“Who knew that the little hermit who always hides in her room could look so pretty?” She teased softly as she came in. “I knew you were going to be panicking, I wanted to check on you.” She said softly. “Chan won’t stop pacing, he’s just as nervous.” You bit your lip and looked down. “Hey now, don’t you dare. I know what’s going on in that head of yours.” She said softly as she rubbed your back.

“Come on, it’s almost time. You can do this.” She said softly as she handed you your bouquet. You let out a shaky breath and nodded to her. She smiled and walked out to get ready. “Let’s go.” She lent out her arm to you. You gently linked your arm with hers and walked out with her, your best friend in toe. You saw the guys in suits talking and your friends all looking stunning in their dark plum dresses. They all stopped what they were doing when they saw you and stared in awe. Their staring only made you more nervous and Minho couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction.

“Holy…” Jisung breathed out. “Can I back out of the bet? Cause Chan is definitely going to cry.” The rest of the guys laughed and shook their heads as you playfully glared at him with a small smile. “You look beautiful. He’s going to faint honestly.”

“He actually might. Not going to lie.” Felix added with a grin. “You look like a princess.”

“More like a goddess. Let’s be real.” Hyunjin added softly. “Where did that little tom boy who used to run around with us go?”

“Okay guys stop gawking and go to your seats!” Your mother teased as she approached you. “It’s time for y/n to make her entrance.” They all wished you luck before leaving and taking their seats. Your mom looked at you softly. “You look so beautiful honey.” She said softly. “I wish your father could see you. He’d be so proud and happy.” You tried to hold back your tears and smiled softly at her. “I’ll see you out there love.” She kissed your cheek gently before going out to where the others were. You slowly approached the doors, your heart pounded and your body trembled as you gripped your bouquet of white roses and lilac. As the doors slowly opened, revealing you to all the guests, your eyes immediately locked with a pair of warm chocolate brown ones that took your breath away all those years ago.

Time stopped as you and Chan stared at each other. This was real, it was finally happening, after all these years of dreaming of being his forever you were about to walk down the aisle and become his wife. You couldn’t help but stare at him adoringly as he looked at you in awe. You could see the tears forming in his eyes as his beautiful plump lips trembled at the sight of you. You yourself had to keep your composure at the sight of him, he looked stunning, like a prince out of a fairy tale. Your feet began to move on their own as the music started. Your heart guiding you to him as the rest of the world faded away, all you could see was him. Your best friend was right, the moment you saw him any fear you had was gone. Everyone around you was watching you both with giant smiles on their faces. The boys and your girlfriends tried their best to keep tears from falling down their cheeks as well.

You looked over and smiled at Chan’s parents who were also in tears before finally stopping right in front of Chan. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and cupping your cheek in his hand gently. Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into his touch.

“So beautiful.” He whispered softly. “I love you.” Your heart fluttered at his words and you looked up at him softly.

“I love you, handsome.” You replied softly as you took his hand gently, letting him lead you to the officiant. The rest of the wedding was a blur, as you and Chan just stared at each other with nothing but pure love in each other’s eyes. Soon you exchanged your silver bands as you both exchanged your vows. Declaring your undying love for the world to see.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Chan didn’t waste time, he pulled you in until you were flush against him and kissed you so passionately your knees almost gave out. You could hear the guys cheering and whistling as everyone else cheered, but all you could focus on was him. He pulled away only slightly to press his forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other gently.

“I love you Mrs. Bahng.” He whispered softly as he caressed your cheek. A breathtaking smile spread across his face as you kissed his nose. Tears flew down your cheeks as you giggled softly.

“I love you more, Mr. Bahng.”

The reception was lively thanks to your friends and the boys. They all had a blast while you and Chan were in your own little world. Pretty much ignoring everyone around you. Chan never let you leave his arms, afraid that if he does then he’d wake up and it’s all been a dream. His face buried in your neck as he held you tightly from behind, making you giggle as everyone cooed at the both of you. You were both ready to leave and just be alone.

Soon the reception was over and Chan was leading you to the huge suite they had reserved for you both for the night. When you entered it your eyes widened and you stopped in your tracks, there were dozens of white roses everywhere, and candles lit. It looked so beautiful. You looked around in awe as you felt Chan grab your hips gently. He pulled you close so you were against his chest and you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing.

“You’re finally all mine.” He whispered softly as he buried his face in your neck. “Mrs Bahng.” He kissed your neck and nipped at it softly. You trembled at the feeling as your eyes fluttered closed. “My beautiful wife.” Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You turned to him and pulled him close, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

“I love you.” You whispered into his lips. He grinned and picked you up in his arms, making you squeal as he carried you to the bedroom. He set you down gently in front of the bed and looked at you softly.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. “I love you more than anything in this world.” He caressed your cheek. You gently took the same hand and pressed your lips to it gently before leading it to the back of your gown. His fingers grazed the zipper as his eyes asked gently for permission. You replied by kissing him deeply. He melted into you and kissed back as he slowly unzipped your wedding gown. You felt it drop to the floor in one movement, leaving you in white laced lingerie. Chan pulled away to look at you and growled softly at the sight. “Fuck, y/n.” He whispered as his hands explored your body. You whimpered softly at the feeling of his hands gently gripping your thick hips and pulling you closer to him.

“I need you.” You breathed out. “Please.” His lips found yours again. This time the kiss was hungry and full of need. Your pushed off his blazer and began to unbutton his shirt quickly. Chan pulled it off once you were done. Soon you were the only one still partially clothed as he gently laid you down on the bed. Both of your hearts were beating erratically as you looked into each other's eyes. This wasn’t the first time you made love to each other. But now that you were finally married it made it feel even more special. You reached up and caressed his cheek gently as tears flew down your cheeks. “I love you so much.” He gently grabbed your hand and kissed your wrist before looking at you softly.

“I love you.” He whispered as his hands ran up your thick thighs. “Have loved you all my life and will love you til the end of it. Even after. In every life, I will find you and I will love you.” He leaned down and kissed you deeply. His words only electrified you and made you need him more. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed down your neck, nipping and sucking at every area, not caring how many marks he left. You were his and the world knew. As he continued to mark you his hand reached for your lace corset and slowly pulled it down enough to free your breasts from it. “You were made just for me, and I you.” He whispered as he kissed across your chest. You let out a mewl as you felt his tongue swirl around your nipple.

“Channie.” You whimpered as you rocked your hips into him. His hand wandered between your legs and brushed against your wet clothed core. “Please, please please.” You cried softly. He grinned into your breast as he finally slipped his hands into your panties. His fingers rubbed your clit at a wild pace, wanting you to get loud. You moaned out and arched off the bed as he continued to nip and suck at your nipple.

“Be a good girl and let your husband show you how much he loves you.” He whispered into your skin as he kissed down your stomach. You mewled at Chan’s words like a cat in heat and your face flushed deeply. He pulled your panties off quickly and spread your legs wide. The sight before him, of you sprawled out, breasts on display, your eyes dazed, hair all messed up behind you, triggered something primal in him. He pumped his cock a few times before pressing his tip at your entrance. “Look at me.” He ordered softly. You quickly obeyed as your eyes locked with his. “Don’t ever stop looking into my eyes.” Your eyes widened and you let out a gasp as you felt him enter you. His size always made you shiver in the best of ways. He groaned out loudly as he bottomed out inside of you.

He laid flush against you, your bodies pressed together like two missing pieces of a puzzle. He pressed his lips to yours in a slow kiss as he began to roll into you. You gasped and whined into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His fingers linked with yours, your silver bands glistened against the candle light as he nipped at your lips. He pulled away to look deep in your eyes, filled with so much love and wanting it made your heart skip a beat. You both continued to stare at each other, panting softly as he rolled deep into you, hitting spots that made your body shake. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him hit that special spot within you, which caused you to clench around him. He groaned and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I will never get over how you feel, you’re so perfect.” He whispered into your lips. “My beautiful, perfect wife.” He moaned and rocked harder into you, making you whine loudly. “That’s it beautiful, I want everyone to hear you. I want everyone to know you’re mine forever.”

“Y-Yours, all yours.” You whimpered out. “I love you, Channie. I l-love you so much.” You cried as you rolled your hips to meet his. He growled softly and his arms wrapped around your thighs pushing them as far up as they could go. You cried loudly as he hit deep within you, over and over and over again.

“Gonna fill you up love, gonna breed you.” He growled. “Want you to have my baby so bad. Wanted that for so long.” You flushed deeply and clenched at his words. “You want that don’t you? You want me to breed you nice and good?” You whined and nodded, not able to form words because all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock inside you. His thrusts became rougher and quicker, and you couldn’t stop the screams of ecstasy from leaving your lips.

“P-please.��� You begged in a sob. He pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as his cock moved in and out of you at a rapid pace. You were close, you could feel it as you trembled beneath him. He gripped your thighs tightly as you began to shake.

“That’s it my love, cum for me.” He moaned softly as he looked deep into your eyes. “Keep your eyes on me as you let go.” Your eyes never left his, as if he had complete control of your body. You screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak. He watched you as you came apart beneath him and moaned loudly, his release hitting soon after. He spilled all his seed into you with a few rough thrusts before he laid flush against you. He buried his face in your neck as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

Both of you stayed there, him still inside you, wanting to stay connected and not let any drop of cum go to waste. You pressed your lips to his forehead as you held him tight, whimpering softly as you came down from your high.

“I love you so much.” He panted out softly. “My everything.” You teared at his words and pulled him closer to you.

“I love you.” You both eventually fell asleep like that, completely entangled in each other, never wanting to let go.

In the morning you woke up with a gasp, feeling him hard and moving inside of you. His plump lips pressed against your neck. You whined as you clung to him, shuddering at the feeling.

"C-Channie." You cried softly as you felt his cock hit deep into you, your toes curled as you wrapped your legs around him. "O-oh my god." He smirked into your skin and nipped at the marks he left hours before.

"Couldn't help it." He whispered. "Not when I woke up to the most beautiful woman in the world." He kissed your neck and you clung to him. "Wanna make you cum so many times, wanna fill you with so much cum." You moaned loudly and rocked into him.

"Don't stop." You begged. "Fuck me over and over." He growled at your words and pulled out making you whine in despair. But he slammed back into you in seconds making you cry out.

"Gonna be my good girl, gonna take my cock." You mewled as he pounded into you and arched your back. "That's it beautiful, always so good for me."

"A-Always." You cried. "Fuck!" You were already close and shaking as he reached between to rub your clit wildly.

"Cum for me y/n." He growled out. "Let go on my cock." Your eyes rolled back as you came hard on him, but his thrusts never relented, his cock continued to reach deep and hit your spot over and over as he ravished you. Your whole body shook as you went limp beneath him. You became a sobbing and babbling mess for him. You could feel yourself getting close again and quickly. You cried out his name as he grinned. "That's it baby girl, give me another one." You opened your mouth to cry out, but nothing came, you were overwhelmed as your second orgasm hit you harder than the last. Your legs shook violently as you writhed beneath him. The sight making Chan lose all control. He buried his face in your neck and pounded relentlessly into you, whispering sweet words of love and praise to you as he completely ruined you.

"Give me one more, I know you can. One more beautiful." You sobbed out as he let one more thrust deep inside of you, sending you both over the edge. He held you tightly to him as he filled you up, spilling his hot white seed inside of you once more. He kissed your skin gently as he held your trembling body tightly to him. You whimpered and clung to him and whined as you felt him pull out of you.

"Good morning my love." He whispered softly.

"P-Please wake me up like that every day." You breathed out making him giggle into your skin.

"Oh don't worry Mrs. Bahng, I will." He pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'll show you everyday how much I love you for the rest of our lives."

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Carry Us

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader

Summary: Tim carrying your son out of the hospital is the cutest thing you've ever seen, and you make sure you'll never forget it.

Warnings: so much fluff

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

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“How many times is this?” Angela asks.

Angela, Lucy, and Wesley have been in and out of the hospital room several times since you arrived. Tim, however, doesn’t seem to remember how to sit down. He has paced, left, and come back more times than you can count. The moment you were given discharge paperwork, he began going back and forth to the car.

“Uh, six, I think,” you answer.

Lucy is holding your son, and you are changed and ready to go. The only thing keeping you at the hospital is Tim. He left this time to “get the car seat” so you’re hoping that he plans to leave this time.

“You’re so cute,” Lucy whispers.

“Thanks,” you and Angela say together.

“That never stops being funny,” Wesley teases as he returns. “Where’s Tim?”

“The car,” you, Lucy, and Angela answer together.

“Again?”

Lucy chuckles, and your baby reaches a hand up toward her. Wesley moves to stand beside her and extends a finger toward the blue bundle.

“Okay, I think we’re ready,” Tim announces as he returns with the car seat.

“Are you sure? Did you check the brake pads, too?” Angela replies.

“Funny. Are you ready?”

You nod and extend an arm toward Tim. He rounds the bed and takes your hand, which you use to pull him closer.

“Well, baby Bradford and I will see you around then,” Lucy says.

Tim rolls his eyes and gently removes his hand from yours. He takes his son from Lucy’s hold, and you smile as Tim’s eyes light up when he looks down at him.

“I’ll make sure to keep Aunt Lucy far away from you, buddy,” he murmurs. “She gets annoying.”

“Hey!” Lucy exclaims. “Don’t lie to him and turn him against me. We’re best friends.”

“Your best friend is a baby?”

“You know what I mean! You just called me Aunt Lucy!”

“And we look forward to seeing you at the house next week. Not a moment before, understood?”

“Angela got an open invite,” Lucy grumbles.

“Angela has kids, and we trust her,” Tim argues.

“What he means is that we want some quiet for a few days. Not that having you around hasn’t been great, we just need the downtime,” you explain. “I’ll send pictures.”

“Thank you,” Lucy says. “I have to go, but I’ll see you when I’m invited.”

“Have a good day, Lucy,” Tim says.

“Do you need anything else?” Angela asks as she stands.

“I don’t think so,” you answer. “Thank you for everything, Angela.”

She hugs you quickly before saying, “Of course. Call if you need anything else.”

You smile as she leaves and wish Wesley luck in his upcoming court case.

“Seriously,” Wesley says as he stops in the doorway. “Call anytime for anything.”

“Thanks, Wesley,” Tim says.

After they leave, you stand and Tim rushes toward you. His hands find their place on either side of your waist, and you lean against him to look at your baby boy, snug in his new car seat. He’s asleep, with a happy smile on his face, and you know Tim’s smile matches it perfectly. Seeing your husband reflected in your son is one of the best things you have ever seen, and you can’t imagine doing this with anyone other than Tim Bradford.

“Are you ready to go now?” you ask.

“I’m sorry I made you wait, I just needed to be sure everything was perfect. As perfect as it can be, at least,” Tim replies with a kiss on your head.

“I get it. Thank you, for everything.”

Tim turns you away from the car seat and kisses you quickly. He’d been at work when your water broke and your contractions grew close together, yet he picked you up and got you to the hospital with several minutes to spare before you went into active labor. The whole time, Tim was right by your side, and you’ve fallen more in love with him through each moment of your pregnancy.

“You’re sure you’re okay to walk?” Tim double-checks.

You nod and reach for the overnight bag you brought with you. Tim huffs as he gently knocks your hand out of the way. He pulls the bag over his shoulder and then reaches for the car seat handle.

“You can’t carry everything, Tim,” you argue.

“I can,” he answers quickly. “That’s what these muscles are for.”

You chuckle behind him, but when Tim raises the car seat, his back muscles flexing under his shirt, you stop laughing. Everything about this moment is perfect, and watching Tim walk ahead of you brings you joy. It’s adorable, how he glances down at his sleeping son every few steps and shifts the car seat to find the most comfortable position for both of them. You pull your phone out and take a short recording as you follow them down the hall, though you doubt you’ll ever forget this moment.

“Why are you way back there?” Tim asks as he turns at the elevator.

“Just enjoying the view,” you say. “You’re even cuter when you’re carrying a baby, you know.”

“Weird. You were cute carrying the baby, too.”

You kiss Tim’s cheek before leaning against his side. When the elevator opens, Tim keeps you against one side and your baby on the other. Though you can’t see the same adorable view as before, walking beside Tim has always been more comfortable. It’s where you fit, where you belong, and where you always want to be.

There’s a goodie bag in the passenger seat of Tim’s truck, but he shrugs when you ask what it is. The tag says it’s from the best aunts in the world, and you immediately text Lucy and Angela to thank them. After Tim makes sure the car seat is in properly and your baby is as safe and comfortable as possible, he climbs into the driver’s seat and looks at you.

“What?” you ask softly.

“Nothing. I just love you,” he answers.

“I love you too.”

Tim leans over the center console to kiss you quickly. The first few minutes of the drive, you twist in your seat to watch the back of the car seat and make sure everything looks okay. Then, you watch the video of Tim walking before you in the hospital.

“What is that?” Tim asks.

“You.”

“Why did you record that?”

“Because it was adorable, and I love both of you. Oh! We need to get a picture of all three of us.”

Tim passes you his phone and tells you to check the camera roll. Someone, Angela, you assume, took dozens of pictures of you and Tim lying in the hospital bed and looking lovingly at the baby boy in your arms. There are pictures of everyone with the baby, but a particularly good one of Tim holding him quickly becomes your lock screen.

“I love you,” you say again.

“I love you,” Tim promises. “And I’ll never stop showing you… But I’m going to need an equally ‘adorable’ video now.”

You laugh, but quickly slap a hand over your face when your son stirs in the backseat. He coos, and you and Tim smile at one another before exiting the truck to take your baby home.

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Private Dances [1]

Club!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info • series masterlist •

A/N: A MASSIVE HUGE THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL, AMAZING, STUNNING @lonelyisamyw-0love for not just being one of the kindest and best people ever, but also for tipping me on ko-fi! Here is a little gift for you 💚

(Also, I'm so sorry this became more than one part.)

Warnings: overuse of italics, sub!Blue, choking, biting, a little blood, hand job, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a dancer (but like Blue is getting his ass handed to him), swearing, badly proofread, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2680

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The best course of action was to stay out of his way, really. That had been your plan so far at least. 

Avoid his attention like Perseus circumvented Medusa’s glare. Keep your head down. Don’t make a fuss. Stay relatively quiet and blend into the background as much as possible. 

Being a back up dancer helped. All you had to do was make sure you kept in time with the other girls, make sure the spotlight was firmly pointed on the star. And far, far away from you. 

It had all been working out quite well. That was, of course, until tonight. 

Someone always brought Blue a nightcap (well, morningcap) in the early hours of Sunday. When the club had just closed for business. 

And that someone was always one of the dancers. Crystal did it most often, or Peach. Sometimes Trixie, or Songbird, or Sweetie Pie. They were the stars. They were the ones Blue wanted to… provide him with a service. 

So how it somehow fell upon you was madness. 

Peach and Trixie were otherwise engaged. Songbird was ill. Madam Gorski couldn’t find where the hell Sweetie Pie had disappeared off to after close (something you now wished you had thought of). And Crystal… well, she wasn’t in Blue’s good books at the moment. 

You were pretty sure that you had just had the unfortunate luck of being the first person Gorski had set eyes on.

You knocked on Blue’s office door, resisting the urge to use your shoe and actually going to the effort of balancing the tray in one hand. On the tray was a bottle of expensive whiskey and a glass with those fancy chilled stones in it instead of ice cubes. Though, why go to all this effort escaped you. You were almost certain that it was just for show, and besides Blue had a drinks cabinet in his office. 

You crept in slowly when he called out for you to enter. Half-heartedly hoping that maybe you could sneak in, leave the tray and get the hell out of there before he’d even realised you’d stepped inside. 

Blue sat at his desk, a small frown on his face as he scribbled in a ledger. Presumably checking the day's takings. 

That little spark of hope grew a fraction as he continued to ignore you as you walked quietly to the side table by the sofa and set the tray down, just as you’d been instructed to. Maybe sometimes he just wanted a drink. Maybe because you weren’t one of the stars you’d get out of here scot-free. 

You pause for half a second, nervously watching Blue as he keeps writing before you turn and take a step towards the door. 

“Sit.” 

Fuck.

You turn, swallowing down the anxiousness that threatens to close your throat. 

He’s still writing, staring intently at his papers. But he gestures when you don’t move straight away, pointing to the sofa but not looking up. “There.” 

You sit down quickly, perching on the edge as if the soft blue velvet would transform into teeth at any moment. 

He keeps working, the clock in the corner ticking away the seconds. You try to breathe steadily, to match your racing heartbeat to the gentle tick, tick, tick. It doesn’t work. 

Blue sighs, an unimpressed look on his face before he glances up, his dark eyes boring into you. 

The expression disappears instantly. Replaced with a subtle bemusement. A small smile pulls at the corners of his plush lips and he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. 

You look away quickly. Choosing to stare ahead and focus on the ornate clock. 

Blue carefully puts his pen down and closes the ledger, you can see his movements out of the corner of your eye. The precision he purposefully injects into his actions as he savours the tension. 

“You’re new.” He says offhandedly, but it’s clear he expects a response. 

You shake your head, “No, erm, a few months.” Closer to six than two, but who was counting. 

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow at you as he leans his elbows on the desk. 

You nod.

“Huh,” he pauses for an unnecessary long time. “Strange, I would have thought I would have recognised you.” 

“I’m, I’m just a back up dancer.” You shake your head, shrugging a little as you tuck your hands under your legs to hide their shaking. 

“Now, now,” he tuts playfully, “back up dancers are important. It takes a lot of skill to work in a team like that.” He smiles, the expression viper like and poised to strike. 

You nod and stay quiet. 

Blue gets up slowly, just walking around to lean on his desk and crossing his arms. “Still… odd that Gorski didn’t recommend a pretty thing like you to me.” 

You swallow. The back ups were solely handed by Madam Gorski, while she jointly oversaw the main dancers with Blue. 

“I, erm, I don’t have the coordination.” You mutter. It’s a lie. And a bad one at that. 

“Hmm.” Blue nods, seeming to consider your words for a moment. “You do any private dances?” 

Private dances. What a fucking joke. 

“Not… currently.” You say carefully. You try your best not to look directly at him, keep your gaze on the clock or the floor.

He lets your answer hang in the air for a moment. “Why?” 

Fuck. “Madam Gorski said I’m not ready yet.” Not a complete lie. Not the whole truth either. 

“Virgin?” 

Your line of sight snaps up to him in surprise and you shake your head. 

He smiles again at you. “You sure?” 

You frown at the tease, despite how hard you’re trying to not provoke him. “Yeah.” 

His expression widens into a grin. “Could’ve fooled me with how skittish you’re being.” He moves slowly, coming to sit down next to you. He leans against the sofa, placing his arm over the back. You can feel his body heat radiating off him, even though there is a sliver of space between you. 

You swallow and say nothing, staring at the floor. Perhaps this would be so much easier if he wasn’t so upsettingly beautiful. 

He tuts again playfully and lightly touches your jaw, sitting up as he turns you to face him. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” He looks you over with a quiet examination, like he was evaluating a painting.

“I think I’ll call you Bunny,” he tests the nickname on his tongue and nods. “Yeah, that suits you, my little skittish Bunny.” 

You frown, not liking the gleam in his eyes at all. But resist the urge to pull your face away from his hold.

He strokes your cheek absentmindedly, apparently not noticing your glare. “You know what you’re here for right?” He says softly, “what’s expected of you when you’re in my office?” 

You nod. And he smiles. 

“Sometimes it’s just a quick use of your mouth,” he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I’m feeling tired or… satisfied with how the day’s gone.” 

He pauses, waiting to gauge your reaction. But you school your face into neutrality. Part of you expect his annoyance at this, but instead, that glow in his eyes brightens. 

“Sometimes I bend them over my desk until they’re a screaming, crying mess.” He runs the tip of his tongue over his lip. “Crystal likes that best, you should hear the sounds she makes, how she begs.” Despite the teasing nature of his tone, the word ‘Crystal’ still comes out harshly, barely veiled anger simmering just below the surface. 

You keep your face calm, force yourself to breathe slowly and steadily.

“What’s this?” Blue chuckles, “either my little Bunny is scared stiff, or she’s trying to be defiant?” 

Nothing, you give him nothing. 

He grins wickedly, almost giggling with glee. He shifts closer, his thigh brushing against yours. “Oh, defiance now is it? My little Bunny thinks she can be brave?” He teases, leaning closer still and lightly pinching at your jaw. “Silly thing,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your throat and you shiver. 

“I’ll make you beg.” He bites your neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to pull a yelp from your tongue. 

He chuckles and something in your soul just snaps. 

You move instinctively, not even thinking your actions through as you turn. The movement looks like you are going for a kiss, but instead, you sink your teeth into his bottom lip. 

He yelps in surprise, his eyes going wide for a second. He flinches back, but is cut short by your hand around his throat. 

There’s a bead of red on his lip when you pull back, bubbling up from the very centre until his tongue darts out and Blue groans, savering the iron spreading along his tastebuds. 

You squeeze his neck ever so slightly, just boarding on the side of discomfort and Blue moans again. His eyes roll back for just a second before he quickly closes them. His breathing stutters and he gasps, mouth agape as he presses closer to you. 

You swallow, your self-preservation seemingly coming back to you in an instant. 

That move had been stupid, so, so stupid. But here Blue was… seemingly enjoying it? Submitting to you? 

All the stories and warnings you’d heard, none of them ever mentioned Blue being anything but a sadist, a control freak who needed to have power over others. 

He whines again when you squeeze a little tighter. His hand has dropped from your face to your forearm, stroking your skin softly with his thumb. 

His eyes flutter open, hazy and desperate as he looks at you from under his lashes. 

You can’t help but think he looks better like this. Sweeter. 

Perhaps it’s panic, or just the need to not give up that fragment of power you have found, but you lean forward again, keeping your grip on his neck tight and kiss him. 

His whimper is musical as your lips touch his, as your tongue pilages his mouth and forces his surrender. He starts to kiss back a little forcefully, pushing his chest into yours and you squeeze his neck hard as you bite down on his lip once more. 

He yelps, eyes flying open as you pull back, his blood on your mouth. 

You keep your hold on him tight, nearly suffocating and he doesn’t fight back, doesn’t resist just gasps and mutters a hushed, “sorry.” 

The sincerity of it is puzzling. But it still sends a flush of heat to your stomach. 

He’s breathing hard, looking at you with large doe eyes. A dusting of pink to his cheeks. He tries to keep still, practically shaking as you look him over, appraising him like cattle bound for the slaughter. 

His cock presses painfully hard against his trousers. Your eyes linger on it for a moment, how it twitches under your gaze, how Blue’s breathing increases and his heartbeat flutters under your fingers. 

Oh, this is such a bad idea. But you can’t stop yourself. 

With your free left hand, you undo the first three buttons of his shirt and pull his tie just enough that it’s hanging loose and out of your way. Then you push him back by his neck, forcing his shoulder blades against the sofa. 

He moves easily, following your command and letting out a little grunt of air as you squeeze a fraction tighter. He closes his eyes again as you kiss the nape of his neck and shoulder, just below where your fingers press. Moans loudly when your kisses turn into bites. 

“I, ah, please!” His throat bobbs under you, his hips buck upwards uncontrollably, trying to chase a friction that isn’t there.  

You growl, moving your mouth close to his ear, “shut the fuck up,” you bite a little harshly on his earlobe and can’t help the satisfaction that rages in you when he whines so prettily. 

“S-sorry,” he breathes, eyes closed tightly, tears starting to build in the corners as the sensations start to bubble over and overwhelm his every thought. 

He squirms under you as you continue to bite and suck at his neck, breaking and bruising the skin. You squeeze his neck tighter in warning every time he moves just a little too much. 

Slowly, you inch your left hand down, the angle is a little awkward, but you manage it, and pop open his trouser button before unzipping his fly. 

He whimpers again as the pressure on his cock eases, the sound turning into a high-pitched sigh as you take him in hand and pull him free of his underwear. 

“Please, fuck, please, please,” he rocks his hips up, needing the warmth of your hand, needing you to touch him so, so badly. 

But you let go the second he bucks and Blue sobs. 

You squeeze his neck hard again and he shudders. “You’re such a little bitch, you know that? Can’t even fucking control yourself and I’ve barely done anything.” You hiss into his ear. 

He moans. He knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this. Shouldn’t be rock hard and leaking and needing anything you’d give him. He should be taking. He should be in control. He should-

You squeeze the base of his cock and neck at the same time and all thoughts fly out of his head. 

You let go of his dick and hold your hand up to his face. You slap him lightly when he keeps his eyes shut. 

He whimpers in surprise. 

“Spit.” You order.

For a second he stares at you in confusion, but panics the moment you frown and quickly spits into your palm.

“Again.” 

He follows your command. 

“Again.” 

He swirls his tongue around his mouth, summoning as much salvia as he can in hopes of pleasing you. 

You don’t praise him, but you don’t ask for more. 

He whines as you take him roughly in your hand, pumping him hard and fast and not giving him a second to adjust to the sudden onslaught. His back arches, eyes fluttering closed for a second as he moans loudly, whimpering and biting at his bloody bottom lip. 

Little breathless sighs of ‘please’, echo from his chest with every thrust. 

You keep a firm hand on his neck as you work him over, hampering his movements and keeping him in place. 

To your surprise, he doesn’t even try to fight your hold at all. Let’s you press him further into the back of the sofa as your hand glides over his velvet soft skin. 

Heat starts to tighten in his stomach, twist in the base of his cock and he sobs out in pleasure. “Please, I, please kiss me,” he whines so desperately, so needily as if he would fall apart if you refused him. 

You move forward, keeping up your pace and squeezing his neck tightly as you press your lips to his. 

He whimpers into your mouth, tears leaking down his cheeks and smudging his makeup. He grabs hold of your cheek hastily, but softly, stroking your skin as if you were made of fragile china. 

His hips buck as he chases his high, licking into your mouth and kissing you for all he’s worth. 

He comes with a sharp cry, spilling himself over his shirt and your hand. 

You pump him slowly, enjoying his little after shocks and spaced out expression before you stop and pull your lips away from his, move your hand from his neck. 

Blue breaths deeply, his head foggy and mind swimming. His thoughts don’t quite make sense, don’t fall into order the way he’s used to. He can’t remember when he’s come so hard. 

Nerves sneak back into your stomach, twisting your intestines. You swallow and wipe his cum from your fingers and hand onto his thigh before you stand quickly, breathing hard. 

You leave the room quickly before he can string a coherent thought together and head back to your room. 

You ignore the roaring heat in your stomach and the ache between your legs.

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panic! at the drugstore (j/jk, nanami)

hiiiii @ezynse merry xmas, happy new year, happy day. <3

im ur secret santa. <33 i hope u like this fic. ily. i want u to know the j key on my keyboard is challenged so i wrote "Goo" by accident sm ToT

(sorry for the title i dont even rlly listen to them i- )

please keep this to sneeze kink blogs only! 18+ only!

Summary stuff:

Fandom: J/JK

Characters: Nan//ami, Go/jo, Ijic/hi, Yu/ji,

Pairings: slight nana/go. in the way la croix has flavor

Good future AU (no bad stuff, everyones an adult. set in 2023)

As soon as Nanami detected Gojo’s presence, he should have turned on his heel and left. Instead, he’d gone into the drugstore, reasoning that the necessity of his trip outweighed the aggravation it’d cause. He wasn’t naive enough to hope he’d get out of here without any additional psychic damage but maybe he’d luck out and Gojo would— 

“Nanami!” Gojo sang from a few aisles over. This was starting to play out like one of his nightmares. Verbatim. “Wow, you shop here too?!” 

“Not anymore.” 

Gojo laughed easily and brushed off the obvious rejection with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not happy to see your best buddy!”

“I have no such thing.” Nanami sighed and drew out a cough in the process which he managed to muffle into the sleeve of his jacket. Anyone else would have read the room and left him alone, but Gojo continued to chatter on at a volume unfit for the public space they were in. If only he’d move back a few centimeters so Nanami could escape without having to push past him and potentially causing a bigger scene than they’re already causing. He’d already used up his energy—both cursed and otherwise—at work today and he was quickly fading. 

 For the first time, he wished he could focus on the bubblegum pop blasting through the speakers with its sentiments of Sakura blossoms and old times; it would beat trying to follow the embellished story Gojo was telling. He pinched the bridge of his nose. To make matters worse, the temperature change had caused the congestion that had mostly settled by the end of the train ride over here to return with a vengeance. His nose threatened to drip and he risked a small sniffle. Immediately, he recognized it as a mistake when the lingering prickle sharpened and traveled deeper into his nose.

As if he hadn’t sneezed enough today. 

“And after all that I got some wagashi at this great place near the hospital, Great Luck right? And haha it was! Anyway, the point is… I got some stuff for Yuji, but then I got hungry waiting for the car so I figured I’d better make up for it.”

Nanami made a point of checking his watch as a last ditch effort for a polite departure, less for Gojo’s sake and more for the sake of everyone else in this godforsaken store. But most of all for his own sake, considering he’s quickly losing the battle against the pertinent tickle up his right nostril. “I don’t have time to talk,” he said evenly, breath only wavering once he’s gotten the last word out. 

Unfortunately, Gojo clasped his shoulder, refusing to let him leave. “Did you take the train here? We could carpool instead, Ijichi is—”

“ht’KKxt!” Nanami interrupted with a poorly restrained sneeze directed into the sleeve of his jacket. 

“Bless you!” Gojo’s head lolled to the side; he had the decency to release him, but otherwise didn’t move out of his personal space. Nanami nodded and turned away. “Wow, that sounded painful. You okay?”

It was. “hGNXt’ch! h’kKt…chh.” Damnit. “Hh- kmpht’Chhh!” He might not have been able to see Gojo’s eyes, but he sure could feel them on him. This tickle just wasn’t going to quit until he let it out, and he’d rather end this as soon as possible. “h’eSCHh!” 

“Oh bless you.” Gojo, ever uncaring of displaying any decorum, took zero steps away from him. He examined him from a few different angles, tapping his chin as he hovered. “Bet I can guess why you’re here today!”

“Excuse me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed small circles all the way into the inner corners of his eyes and tried to ignore the heat that had risen to his ears. His head pounded even harder than it had before. 

“Always so formal, huh?”

Always so inappropriately casual, huh? Nanami glanced at Gojo’s basket and its contents: strawberry shampoo, bags of candy, winter apple body wash, face masks, moisturizer, cotton candy flavored lip gloss, and more items he couldn’t quite make out, but surely none of them were essential enough to inconvenience Ijichi in the way Gojo was. Everything he’s learned about Satoru Gojo has been against his will, and now he’s horrified that his brain was wasting the time wondering if he’s one of those people who can’t go to the store and truly buy one item.

“So, how was your—”

“I don’t have time to talk. Excuse me.” Risking a shoulder check, Nanami walked towards the aisles. He tried not to sniffle more than strictly necessary and tried to ignore the extra set of footsteps behind him. Key word was tried.

“Oh wow, you really sound terrible.” Gojo said sympathetically, continuing to haunt Nanami all the way to the cold and flu aisle. “How long have you had that cold?”

Why did it have to be Gojo?

“Stop following me.”

“You forgot your basket, though.” 

So he did. “I don’dt need that much.” It was true, but Nanami accepted the basket anyway from the pouting man. 

“Mm, really? You kinda sound like you’re dying, y’know.” Gojo wandered around the aisle and picked up a box of medicine that he held up to his blindfolded eyes. “No offense.” A man started walking in their direction, took one look at Gojo, and immediately turned around. Nanami released a small forlorn sigh through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be finde.” he said, clearing his throat. He could curb the hoarse quality his voice had taken on, but the congestion was something he’d have to live with for now. “You mentionded Ijichi is waiting?”

“Yeah, so hurry up, Nanami!”

“I will n’dot be ri-ridi’hhgg wih—” He’d gotten distracted and hadn’t noticed that the itch from before had been slowly respawning. Gojo gave a questioning hum as Nanami his knuckle to his nose, sniffled sharply, and cleared his throat again. “I will not be riding with you.”

 “Aw, not with me?” 

Nanami shot him a glare. All of his efforts were in vain because the urge to sneeze returned with a vengeance and demanded his attention in a way that put Gojo’s efforts to shame. The prickle spread like wildfire through his sinuses, and in spite of his efforts in snuffing it out, he’d allowed himself to get distracted enough to give the enemy the advantage. “Hh-!” He inhaled sharply before shoving the back of his wrist up to his nose. “nGhthsCH! hh’NGXTCHh’ueh!” That last one had been particularly loud but had been just as unrelieving as its predecessors. “hehH’TSChhiuh!”

 Gojo patted his back. There was a warmth to his palm that Nanami could feel even through the layers of fabric acting as a buffer between them. “Bless you.” Using only his free hand, he easily broke the seal of a travel pack of tissues on the shelf and nudged a few tissues into Nanami’s palm.

“You’re supposed to pay first.” In spite of the protest, he fixed his glasses that were in danger of falling off his face and accepted the tissues; by noon, his handkerchief had become unusable and he’d already gone through the tissues he’d accepted at the train station this morning, so his options were limited. He turned away for a moment to blow his nose. While his efforts were productive, they did little to kill the taunting buzzing in the back of his nose. He pinched his nostrils shut from behind the tissue and willed the tickle to recede.

“Not yet! Hey if I buy your stuff will you ride with me? Wouldn’t you get back sooner that way? Oh, bless—”

“hh’MPHtchh!”

“—you again!”

He took a moment to massage the bridge of his nose in a silent apology to himself for the poor attempt at stifling before clearing his throat and bringing up sodden tissue to wipe the lingering moisture from the red rims of his nostrils. 

No amount of free cold medicine would make spending his free time with this absolute menace in a small enclosed space worth it, but at the same time it’d be less aggravating for him to just go along with it in the long run. Gojo’s already made it clear he has no intention of leaving him alone. He gave half a nod and picked up the first bottle of cold medicine that he saw and a bag of face masks and took a few steps in the direction of the check out. 

“That’s all you’re buying?” Gojo asked. His lips formed an exaggerated frown and his forehead wrinkled as if he was bewildered by Nanami’s shopping habits.

Nanami was too busy fighting a losing battle against the threat of another sneeze to tell Gojo to stop adding more items to the basket, but he managed to shoot him a pointed glare before his expression crumpled. “Hh- hehhH- …mPHTtshhiuh! Pardon,” he said more out of habit than anything and wiped his nose again, “I have more than enough now.” 

“So frugal.”

He supposed the cough drops, vicks, lotion tissues, vitamins, and nasal spray wouldn’t hurt, especially if accepting them will get Nanami out of here faster. Since he’d already opened the tissues, he figured he might as well put on one of the masks in the pack. His glasses immediately fogged and he tucked them into his inner coat pocket.

After they’d approached the register Gojo told the cashier they would be paying together and nuzzled his cheek against Nanami’s shoulder in an intimate way. He’d smack him later. 

The cold pierced through Nanami’s coat as soon as they opened the door. As annoying as this situation is, he can’t say he’s upset that he won’t have to walk back to the train station. They turned a corner and Gojo pointed out the car. 

“I know, I know.” Gojo opened the door to the passenger side and abruptly wrapped an arm around Nanami’s shoulder, yanking him into the field of vision as if he’d run away. “That took a little longer than I said, but look who I ran into!”

“Nanamin!” Itadori called out from the back seat with a cheery wave. Nanami is just as surprised to see him, though he’d mostly tuned out Gojo’s story. “No way, what a coincidence!”

Nanami shot Gojo a withering look and gave a slight bow to Itadori. “Itadori-kun…” 

“Think fast!” Gojo called out and threw a bag of candy at Itadori. 

He caught it easily. “Wow, thank you, Gojo-sensei!” 

“Gojo-san, we were meant to be back over a half hour ago—“

“Ijichiiii, you need to relax. Seriously, you’re already getting frown lines, that’s no good. Look, I even got something for you. Tadaaa~” He dropped a pack of instant udon into his lap and a face mask and made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. “Can you drop Nanami Kento-kun off first?”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ijichi sighed and took a moment before he half-heartedly thanked Gojo for the gifts. Then he turns to look at the backseat. “Of course, Nanami-san.” He and Nanami shared a quick glance as the cause of their stress tore into his own pack of candy and ate it noisily. 

“Oh, why are you wearing a mask, Nanamin?” Itadori asked as Nanami sat next to him and put on his seatbelt. “Do you have a cold?”

“It’s alright,” Nanami assured him and cleared his throat, “just a mild one.”

“I dunno if mild is the right word there, Nanamin.” Gojo interjected as Ijichi finally started driving.  

Itadori’s face fell and Nanami sincerely considered kicking the back of Gojo’s chair, though he was too busy pinching his nose shut over the fabric of the mask to stifle a sneeze that had nearly escaped his detection. “hGXxt’chshh!- excuse me.”

“Bless you. I hope you feel better soon.” Itadori frowned and offered him a piece of candy. Nanami shook his head and Itadori shrugged and ate it himself. 

“You’re gonna pop an eardrum like that,” Gojo chastised, clicking his tongue.

All of this was past the point of the nightmare he’d thought he was having earlier and was starting to veer into the fever dream category. Perhaps in more ways than one. Gojo flicked through the radio stations until he found what he was looking for and started singing along with a pop song. Itadori joined him and they pointed at each other while Nanami reflected on his life choices and folded his arms more tightly over his chest.  

Nanami glanced at Ijichi’s GPS. Twenty minutes of this felt like a death sentence. His limbs had started aching a few hours ago and now that the adrenaline was long dead and he was sitting again, he felt it in full force. The sudden urge to lean his temple against the foggy window arose and he indulged in it, ever so slowly pressing his forehead to the window. 

While Gojo was especially pitchy, the noise at least took the focus off of Nanami as he muffled a series of throat-tearing coughs against the crook of his arm. His lungs gave a slight whine as he regained his breath and he could feel the silent attention the other three men were giving him. 

“Can you breathe okay, Nanamin?” Itadori asked, patting his shoulder. If it were anyone else, Nanami would have batted the hand away, but doing that to Itadori would feel like kicking a puppy and it's not like he was heartless. While most people become hardened and jaded after living the life of a jujutsu sorcerer, Itadori remained as kind and genuine as ever over the years. 

Instead he nodded. “Yes. Don’t worry.” 

Itadori gave him a thumbs up. The singing continued and he pitied Ijichi for how long he’s had to put up with Satoru Gojo today. 

To Gojo’s credit, he toned down the singing, but Nanami almost wished he’d go back to his caterwauling, because his nose had chosen that moment to betray him yet again. It itched like mad and putting pressure on the tip of his nose did nothing to chase the feeling away. He did his best to muffle it into his sleeve anyway, hoping the extra layers would do anything to make it less intrusive than he knew it would be. “Hh- hgzt’SChhiuh! heHMPHhshh’ieuh!- pardon me.”

“Aw, bless you,” Gojo chimed in, stretching out his seatbelt as he turned his body around to face him. “Do you want my jacket, Nanamin?” He puckered his lips.

This time he let his shoe dig into the bag of Gojo’s chair. “No.”

Ijichi quietly turned up the heat. “Give him a break, Gojo-san,” he said tiredly. 

The rest of the ride quite literally blurred together as Nanami fought to keep his eyes open. With the heat on, his chills were kept at bay, and it was easy to drift off to sleep. He jolted and shook himself awake at least three times before the familiar building came into view, and the third time, it’d been because Itadori was saying his name to get his attention. Ijichi pulled up closer and stopped the car. Nanami thanked him for the ride and held up a hand to stop Itadori from offering a side hug. 

“Get well soon, Nana—”

Nanami shut the car door and ignored the rest of Gojo’s sentence. Getting into the apartment was a blur, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d come home in rough shape, relying on autopilot. He immediately hung his jacket and loosened his tie, and then he removed his face mask, cringing as he pinched away the lingering moisture from his nostrils. He’d done his best to avoid rubbing his nose all day, but his efforts seemed to be in vain considering how sore it still was. 

As much as he wanted to just collapse into the couch, his discipline won out and he managed to undress. Though, not without challenge. “huhh…HGSCHh’uh!” He sneezed all over his chest, too slow to cover in his exhausted state. Undeniably, it was a relief to be able to sneeze freely in the privacy of his bedroom. “hh-...hDJtSchh’euh! hhaH’DTzSHhh’ih!” 

He found the tissues from the bag and blew his nose, letting out a slight hum of relief as some of the congestion came free. His eyes still ached and with a quick dose of medicine, he was ready to close them. He laid in bed with the extra throw blanket atop the comforter and waited for the chills to die down so he could sleep.

It  was restful for the first few hours. As he’d anticipated, he woke up in the early hours of the morning coughing, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, and his mouth bone dry. 

3 AM. 

It was too early for this. He forces himself into the kitchen to fill a tall glass with water and to find a few more items from the bag. He took the cough drops out and put one in his mouth and placed the rest of the bag on the bedside table. 

Somehow knowing that he needed as much sleep as possible hindered him from doing so. He drifted in and out of sleeping for the entire morning, occasionally walking up mumbling something incomprehensible. 

He was finally asleep until his phone went off a few minutes past 6 AM. It wasn’t his alarm, but an obnoxious ding.

Gojo: 

heyyy nanamin~ 

… Nanami clenched his jaw as he watched the animated ellipses bubble and waited to see what could possibly be so important to disturb him.

Gojo:

good morning! 🌞hope u get some rest today hahaha :D you sounded awful 🤒dont go dying </3

Typically jujutsu sorcerers have about as much paid sick leave as he would’ve had at his former company: basically none. What kind of fucked up—

Nanami frowned, realizing he’d missed some other notifications, including the ones canceling his mission for the day. It’s easy to put the pieces together. He had to put the phone down to sneeze a few times, and it continued to ding throughout his fit.

Gojo:

we’ll have to go out when youre better!! next friday?? theres a new barcade i wanna try and then KARAOKE!!!!!! :DDD

Gojo:

Nanamiiiiii D: 

Gojo:

don’t leave me on read

Gojo:

bless youuuuu :3

Gojo:

no i cant hear u im just guessing

Gojo:

was i right?? o.O 

Nanami silenced his phone and went back to sleep, deciding to address the new situation, along with the strange feelings that’d started coming up, later. For now, at least he could relax. 

Nanami:

Thank you.

[w1ldthoughts]

Why so Serious?

Synopsis: Zoey surprises Jack in Louisville.

A/n: Just a tad bit (okay a little more than that) angsty

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Zoey had admittedly never been in this situation before. And she hated it. Jack was supposed to come to Miami to spend some time with her but he’d been traveling a lot for work and she couldn’t get free and it really sucked to sit back and realize how much Jack’s presence calmed her and brought her so much joy. She was officially one of those girls. You know the ones. They get a boyfriend and immediately life is all about their man. And this was the third day in a row at the office that all Zoey could think about was…seeing her man. It made her both giddy and want to gag. Sure she’d been in a serious relationship in college but she used to be such an independent person. Now she couldn’t go two weeks without basically wanting to crawl into the skin of a 6’3, curly haired rapper. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

They hadn’t seen each other in a month and barely spoken the last few days because either she was busy or he was. When she tried to FaceTime him earlier in the evening, it wouldn’t even ring so she figured he was still working with his phone either on airplane mode or do not disturb. So she called Urban, who picked up on the first ring.

“Zoey! Long time no talk. What’s up?”

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling, trying to present her case without sounding super clingy. “Hi Urby, nothing’s wrong I just wanted to know if you guys are still at the studio? I’ve been trying to get ahold of Jack and we haven’t really talked in the last few days so I was wondering—”

“He misses you too.” He states plainly, reading her mind. “Been trying to drown himself in work but I really think it’s getting to him.” Urban sighed, catching a glimpse of his friend sitting in a chair outside the booth with a blank look on his face. Jack had probably gotten a collective 8 hours of sleep the last couple days. “You know what we should do?”

Zoey stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. “We should get you on the first flight out here and surprise him. Guy’s been running on fumes lately and that’s not good for any of us, especially me and I don’t wanna have to check his ass. We’ve been on a good streak. Plus, if he’s too busy to go to you, then—”

“I should come to him! That’s actually a really good idea. I’ll start looking for flights tonight and text you the details. You’re the absolute best Urban Henry. I freaking love you.”

She can practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line. “Yeah, yeah I love you too. Just hurry up and get here so I can go see my girl in peace and leave y’all be.”

Urban picked her up from the airport 24 hours later and happily told her that Jack was home after calling it a day at the studio. It was truly perfect timing. He helped her get her suitcase out of the car and wished her luck, warning her that her boyfriend had been in a mood, that’s why the session had ended early.

When she walked into the house it was quiet except for the faint sound of NFL Network on the tv in the living room. Jack was sitting on the couch in a gray hoodie and matching sweats, typing ferociously on his phone.

“Hi baby.” She whispered. He thought he was dreaming at first but his feet carried him to where she was standing and before he could even really register what was happening, she was in his arms. She smelled just like he remembered, the smell of her black vanilla shampoo that she used was soothing to all of his senses.

“You’re here.” Jack said with a smile, not letting go. “Hi. How did you—when did you?”

“I called Urban yesterday and we figured everything out pretty quickly. But I missed you and needed to see you so, here I am.”

He kissed her forehead and she got on her tiptoes to peck him on the lips and run her fingers through his messy hair.

“Here you are. And you came at the perfect time because I was about to order dinner. What do you want to eat?“

They had dinner and talked about everything but work. Zoey was so thankful she made the trip to Louisville.

On their first morning together Jack was up at 5am, talking loudly on the phone with someone about one of the sound engineers having to fly home, putting him way behind schedule. Needless to say, he was stressed out about it so he left the house with a side hug and a rushed goodbye. Zoey kept herself busy planning a Renaissance themed bridal shower for a client but when Jack came in at 11pm and barely uttered a word, she headed upstairs to get ready for bed, alone. The next day was the same, except Jack went up to his room first and kept his back to her when she got in bed.

By day three, they were barely speaking to each other and Zoey contemplated just going home and letting him be. Maybe this was his artistic process, shutting everyone out and purely focusing on the task at hand and she felt bad for being a potential distraction. He’d spent the entire day in his home studio and was only now coming into the kitchen to grab lunch…at 5pm. From her spot on the other end of the kitchen counter, Zoey heard him slam the fridge door closed with an exasperated sigh.

“What’s going on with you?” She pressed, getting up from her chair.

He shook his head as she ran her hands down his arms, slightly pushing her away. On any other day she would’ve brushed it off but for some reason she felt like crying. “Nothing, I’m good. Just need to head back to work.”

Jack may have missed the tears in her eyes but she didn’t miss the deep bags in his. “You’re not good though, talk to me. Please? I feel like I haven’t seen you at all. The most time we’ve spent together has been with our eyes closed.” She tries to joke but he just nods his head and she can practically feel his mood souring with every word that came out of her mouth.

“I have work to do Zoey. I don’t really have time for this right now.”

She crosses her arms, looking down at the floor. “I’m sure you don’t but I mean I flew all the way out here so we could see each other and—”

“Okay well I didn’t ask you to do all that.” He bites out, her eyes widening at his outburst. “Zo…baby I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, I think you did. I’m um—I’m gonna get some air and get out of your way. Clearly my being here is disturbing your peace.” She grabbed his car keys and headed out to the garage without another word.

When she came back two hours later, Jack was in the same spot she left him in. But there were a few new things on the counter.

“If you think that these flowers and wine are a good enough apology you’ve actually lost your mind.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with the right words. “I actually bought three bottles. You can throw one and drink the other two.” Zoey tilted her head at his poorly timed joke. “Okay tough crowd. Um listen, I am so sorry for being so short with you and for what I said. You know I always want you here, I’m just—fuck. I don’t know what it is but I’ve been in this fog and I thought I could just work through it but it’s just been getting worse and I took it out on you and that’s not fair and I can’t apologize enough Zo. I love you and I’m so sorry. I hate how I talked to you, I really do.”

Instead of responding, she opened her arms.“Come here J.”

Jack closed the distance between them and melted into the hug, tears pouring out of his eyes. Zoey rubbed his back and let him cry, squeezing a little tighter as his body trembled. God knows how long he’d been holding that in.

“Fuck man. I haven’t cried like that in a minute.” He sighed from his spot in her arms after they moved to the living room.

“You know that carrying the weight of the world is bad for your posture. And you already have a bad back and scoliosis.” She whispered, earning a laugh from him. “Let me help you carry some of that weight.”

He grabbed one of her hands, intertwining their fingers. “I just wonder if sometimes my shit gets too dark and I start to sound like I’m ungrateful, which is the opposite. And I’m not trying to be one-dimensional, just honest. But not too honest because then people will think I’m just this super angsty white rapper with no actual problems. It’s just really hard to find the balance right now.”

“Life is fucking hard Jack. And no one is going to be upset with you for admitting that.” Zoey lifts their joint hands and places a kiss onto his skin, looking him in the eyes. “You live a life that most people dream of yes, but it comes at a cost. Having to find small pleasures in things is a luxury when you’re living a life that isn’t just your own.”

She urges him to sit up so he can face her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this sooner?”

“Because this isn’t shit I wanna burden you with. I’m the fun, sexy boyfriend who makes you laugh and blows your back out.”

She lets out a loud laugh, smacking her knee for dramatic effect. “What was that last part?”

Jack narrows his eyebrows, “I’m not repeating myself. You know how I get down, dafuq?”

“Oh my god there he is. Please stop, I’m actually begging you.” She giggles, running her thumb across his jaw. “You are all of those things. My fun and sexy boyfriend who makes my abs hurt from laughing so much and blows my back out…occasionally. But you are also human. It’s okay if you’re not at your best all the time and it’s more than okay for you to feel sad. Jack…you know why I love you so much?”

He shakes his head with a sniffle.

“You are everything. You’re funny and sexy and kind and you’re deep and have complex emotions due to your unique circumstances and I love everything about you. Even the things that you think are flaws, I see them as different layers of you.”

Gently holding her face in his hands, he smiles. “I love you and I don’t deserve you. At all. But I’m so lucky to have you.” Jack kisses her cheek, then her other one, then her nose, then connects their lips for a soft but lengthy kiss. “While you were gone I was thinking about taking some time off work. Is your passport up to date?”

“Yes…why?” Zoey pressed, trying to get him to cave and tell her the plan.

“That’s for me to know and for you to think about on the plane. You didn’t think my apology would just be some damn wine and a flower bouquet did you?”

She sighs, wrapping her arms around him again. “The best apology was you being honest with me about what was bothering you. That’s all I need. But I’ll never ever say no to vacation with my man.”

Yeah…she was officially one of those girls. And she couldn’t be happier.

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[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Hii! Do you think you could do soft!Dallas Winston x female reader that likes art (drawing painting sometimes photography) headcanons please? Thank you so much and it’s ok if you don’t want to do it. ❤️

A/N: I wouldn't consider myself an artist, but I did complete an oil painting class once, and I make a lot of little crafts. I'm more into the non-popular forms of art, like photography and crocheting actually, embroidery too. But yeah! I hope you like these, Non!

If you’re into art? Regardless of what medium it may be, you’re gonna have the perfect muse

All it’s gonna do is feed his ego, but please oh please draw/paint/snap pictures of Dally

He’s got a sharp face shape those eyes, regardless if you’re following the Book!Dally or Matt Dillon!Dally

I love both, personally, but y’know, sometimes people have different, opinions, that’s cool too

But back to the art, he’s perfect as a model, if you ignore the part that you’ll probably have to really try to get him to pose for you

But most of the time? You won’t have to, I think he’s just kind of photogenic like that, especially when he wants to be

After posing for so many mugshots, I think he’d appreciate being photographed by someone who actually cares about him, y’know?

I highly suggest just taking photos of Dal when he doesn’t realize it too, I have a feeling he would make some super epic facial expressions and just have the best look on his face

For example, the face he’s making when he tries to light a cigarette and lighter won’t strike, the smile on his face when he’s standing and fooling around with Johnny, the way the corners of his eyes get a little softer whenever he’s looking back at you

If you weren’t taking pictures of him, he’s gonna try and photobomb your pictures or mess with your camera

He thinks he’s being funny, but he’s really just being annoying, I apologize in advance on Dally’s behalf

But hey, there’s a bunch of other things I could go on about, but I’ve got more art mediums to cover-

If you want to paint him….I wish you best of luck, he can be a little whiny and definitely doesn’t have the patience to sit while paint is drying

My suggestion to you is to paint as much of Dally as you can when he’s willing to sit, maybe end up bribing him with a few kisses and the promise of a date or something like that

And when he doesn’t want to sit? Just work on the background

Eventually, he’ll get bored of not having your attention, he can be kinda of needy like that, and he’ll come back, asking if you need him to sit again

If you’re not painting him, maybe you’ve got a school project or just painting for fun, but Dally will constantly pester you about what you’re doing, why you’re doing it that way, why you’re using those colors with that brush

He’s annoying, alright? I don’t know what else to tell you

But he’s very proud of your work. If it’s hung up anyway, he’s very quick to go check it out, even if that means taking a trip back to school and walking through the hallways

If anyone has something to say about your art, they’d better start running <3

If you just like to doodle? Maybe just use pencils, colored or not?

I cannot emphasize enough how sharp Dal’s cheekbones are and how much fun they would be to draw

Just? *waves vaguely to his face* what can’t you love about that?

An artist’s dream, just look at that face and all the juxtaposition-

But yeah!

Draw him, draw on canvas, draw in sketchbooks, draw in the corners of your notebooks, the margins of your papers, Dally will love all of it

If you draw him something, something small, he’ll tuck it into his wallet, I promise

Will he tell you he did that? Probably not, that’s too cheesy for the big, bad Dallas Winston 

But I’m telling you it’s gonna be there, so just trust me on that <3

[topazshadowwolf]

A Victory for the Youngest

Sorry the conclusion to the sexyman 2023 contest minstory is late. I had a busy day and then suffered some laziness with editing and even just posting this. But anyway, CONGRATS CROSS! Granted, I know it's really OG-Cross that won, but here's to all the Dadmare and Bossmare Crosses too!

Also, sorry Error, better luck next year. That was quite the fight... down to the wire until the very end.

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“boss!” He heard the voices from the hall, and Nightmare smiled. The dark guardian knew what they were calling for him about. The poll was still up on his computer screen, and it declared his youngest had won.

“boss!” His door flew open as Horror and Killer once again carried Cross in. Dust trailed along behind with a grin on his face. The youngest of the henchmen’s face was as purple as could be with blush.

“better get your shotgun ready, boss, because all sorts of are going to be coming to date this sexyman,” Killer grinned as they lowered a grumbling, thoroughly embarrassed, and yet happy Cross to stand on the floor.

Cross then mustered up what strength he could to salute. “i-i did it, boss. i won fairly against error in the…” he finished by mumbling quietly, “sexyman contest.”

“That you have, well done, Cross. I am sure it will be well known throughout the multiverse that one of my henchmen is the most attractive of all,” Nightmare said. This statement caused Cross to blush even further, causing Nightmare to chuckle. “Why are you so embarrassed? It is an honor.”

“he saw the lists,” Dust said with a grin. “the second one in particular got to him.”

“well, yeah, you all said that and just put it out there on the multiversenet,” Cross muttered.

“I take it your friend saw?” Nightmare inquired, and Cross sighed.

“yeah… epic texted and told me he’d cry too if he accidentally kicked a puppy…,” Cross then glared at Dust. “and now the whole multiverse knows.”

“True, but the multiverse also now knows about your best qualities. I am sure that the others can say we mean what we wrote on that list and agree with Dust’s first list,” Nightmare said with a smile. The guardian stepped forward to hug his slightly taller henchman.

“group hug!” Killer announced and grabbed Dust to pull him forward. With the three plus Nightmare hugging him, Cross hid his face in his hands, and Nightmare chuckled softly as his tentacles curled around his… his sons.

He knew he should not see them like that. But as an immortal, they will always be young to him. And as their employer, he somehow also became their caregiver. They were his to guard and protect. They were his family, even if they did not see him that way.

A ding sounded, and everyone watched as Cross checked his phone. The exguard sighed, and Nightmare felt a hint of disappointment. “Is something wrong?”

“hm? nah, epic just wishes i could come over and celebrate, but,” Cross started, and Nightmare shook his skull.

“Go be with your friend, but be back for dinner,” Nightmare smiled. “We will celebrate together then.”

“really?” Cross asked, and Nightmare nodded.

“you heard the boss-man! go have some fun!” Killer said.

After Cross left, he assigned the others to prepare for the celebration. Once his office was empty, Nightmare turned and grabbed the book of pictures he had been getting ready. With a grin on his face, Nightmare opened a portal to a certain OuterTale in which the Destroyer was hiding and stewing over his defeat.

anger

“Error, what a pleasant surprise,” he mused as he walked over to the skulking skeleton.

annoyance

“G-Go away, Octo-to-topus,” Error snarled.

“Oh, come now, is that any way to greet an old friend,” Nightmare chided in a teasing tone.

ANNOYANCE

“Old-d f-f-friend? Since-Since when ha-have we been-en frien-ends?” Error muttered from his spot on a space rock.

Nightmare just hummed and used his tentacles as a chair to sit next to him. “I have something to show you,” the dark guardian said as he held up the book.

“And-and-d what is-is th-that?” Error huffed.

“Pictures of my youngest. The very one that beat you in that contest,” Nightmare said with a grin.

ANGER

“WH-WHAT M-M-MAKES-KES YO-YOU THINK-INK-K I-I-I WAN-NT TO-TO L-LOOK-OK A-AT PIC-PICTURES OF-OF YOUR-R-R S-STUPID-ID P-PET?!” Bellowed Error as his eye sockets were filled with tinny “errors.”

“Oh, I know you don’t want to see the pictures. But that does not matter to me. I want you to see him, see how happy he is, and know that you were defeated by him. That he is now getting all the attention you secretly crave,” Nightmare taunted. He then opened the book and smiled at the first pictures of Cross and the other three. “Also, if you dare to harm him to get revenge, know I will end you.”

Time passed, and Error was a banquette of negativity. To add to it, he was too depressed actually to do anything other than complain—a typical Sans reaction reaction. Nightmare continued sitting there, enjoying himself as he explained the pictures and ensured Error saw them. At one point, Error grabbed a few and started ripping them up. Nightmare just grinned and explained that those were not the originals. The guardian of negativity was no idiot. He wouldn’t bring something of such value here where it could easily be destroyed.

Nightmare’s lack of reaction to Error’s act only annoyed Error more. The guardian of negative emotions was rather enjoying himself until he was interrupted. A sting of positivity caught his attention. He knew that source all too well. Looking over his shoulder, Nightmare scowled. There was Ink and Dream.

“Why are you two here?” Nightmare frowned. Looks like his fun is coming to an end.

“I wanted to cheer Error up! And I brought Dream with me!” Ink said in a far too cheery voice. Who knew what he was feeling, though the bright colors in his eye lights hinted they were positive false emotions.

With that, Nightmare snapped the photobook closed and stood. “Well, excuse me for not sticking around for that,” Nightmare tucked the album away in his jacket and started to walk away.

“Brother!” Dream called after him, and Nightmare looked over his shoulder. “Please tell Cross congratulations for me?”

Nightmare was about to respond, but Ink blurted, “Oh yeah! That’s right, he won that contest!”

Error growled in annoyance in the background, and Nightmare chuckled at the wave of anger from the Guardian of Destruction. Looking back at Dream, he shrugged, “You know what, Dream, for once, I will pass on the message.”

He didn’t go directly home; at this point, he didn’t dare. His castle needed to stay hidden, and while he doubted Dream could track the trace magic left behind, he wouldn’t risk it. Once he was back home, he saw that the boys had put in a lot of work making things look nice for Cross: streamers, balloons, and a cake. Horror was in the kitchen cooking; Killer was with him by the sound of it. Together, they were preparing tacos. That left Dust to finish in the entertainment room where the party would be held.

He was hanging up a sign that read “congrats cross on being 2023 sexyman” in the all too familiar handwriting of a Sans. Pictures of drawn female characters were glued all around it. Nightmare knew Cross liked those… what was the word… “anime?” Cross will likely both love the sign and be embarrassed by it.

“we made him a sash too,” Dust said as he looked down at Nightmare. “like what fangs had last year but red.”

“Fangs… Oh, are you still using that to call UnderFell Sans by,” Nightmare asked, and Dust chuckled.

“everyone else was using a different nickname for him; why not?” Dust finished and climbed down from the step stool.

“I suppose that is a fair point,” Nightmare relented. The two then stood in silence. A slight ache from that apple-shaped soul was felt as he remembered that Dust had not used his last “dad.” In fact, he only did it once after Killer pestered him enough, too. Well… that was further proof that he needed to shake off that odd parental feeling.

It clearly made Dust uncomfortable and had been a game to the others.

Breaking this awkward silence, Nightmare said, “You three did well preparing for this.” Before retreating to his office, Nightmare figured he would also give the other some physical reassurance. It was as he rested his hand on Dust’s shoulder that the shorter flinched. Concerned about why that was, he tilted his skull but kept his hand in place. “Dust, what is wrong?”

anxiety, worry, frustration

“i… i’m sorry,” Dust sighed.

Nightmare frowned and looked at Dust momentarily, “What happened that you are feeling the need to apologize?”

anger, frustration, disappointment, worry, self-loathing

Dust pulled on his hood to hide his face and tried to turn away. Nightmare kept his hold on the other’s shoulder, keeping him from successfully fleeing the situation. “i’m never gonna be someone to win anything, boss. and i’m sorry about that.”

“No, I am sorry,” Nightmare sighed as he pulled Dust back towards him with the hand still on the shorter’s shoulder. “This is about that teasing concerning you not winning against Fresh, is it not? You can not help how those beings vote, and neither can I. Your value to me is not dependent on your ability to win contests.”

“i know… i just don’t want to be a failure to anyone else,” Dust mumbled as he leaned against Nightmare.

“I do not know what happened in your past that makes it feel like I am hitting a steel wall with this point, but you are not a failure. Can I be upset or frustrated at times with you? Sure, just as I do with the others. But you are never a failure to me,” Nightmare said, and he felt Dust start to shake.

“thanks… dad,” Dust replied quietly.

That surprised the guardian as he looked down at Dust, who was still leaning against him. He gave Dust a small, reassuring squeeze, much like a half hug, as he said, “You are welcome.”

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Liverpool Group Chat

Celebrating our win vs. Newcastle! We're looking like a serious institiution again 🥹

Tags: @alissonbecksfan234 @moomin279 @millythegoat @rubybecker-rb2

DutchDaddy: WE DID IT

JoeyG: Oh yeah ✊✊🥳

SarcasticMilner: WE WON A FREAKIN’ GAME OF FOOTBALL

Cody: Guys we did that on Monday

DutchDaddy: Yeah but somebody else is celebrating something today 😏

Ali: TWO CLEAN SHEETS IN A ROW?! 🥹💜💜 What’s happened?!

Boss: My boys 🙌. 😁. 😁.

Small Robbo: BOSS somebody hacked into my Whatsapp

Boss: WHO?! 😠. 😤. 😤. I’m ready to punch somebody now

TAA66: Just give me the signal 👊

Small Robbo: It was Milly and he changed my chat name!

SarcasticMilner: I’m so proud of that ✊

Cody: Where’s Darwin? I miss him

DutchDaddy: My baby boy’s found a friend 🥹🤣🤣

SarcasticMilner: If Cody’s your baby boy then you’re the absentee Dutch daddy

Darwin: HERE I STAND

Cody: IN THE LIGHT OF DAY

Harvey: I DON’T GIVE A DAMN

Darwin: THE PRESS NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY

CaffeineBrain: Wait a minute, that’s not how the song goes

Boss: 😧.

TAA66: what?

Hendo: Trentski, capitalize the beginning of your sentences please!

TAA66: What?

Boss: I LOVE IT 🌨️🌨️❄️❄️☃️⛄

Boss: gtg

(BOSS has left the chat.)

(SARCASTICMILNER has changed his name to SARCASM MODE.)

Sarcasm Mode: Something’s up with the gaffer, guys

Cody: What’s wrong?

Harvey: The gaffa didn’t punctuate his emojis and he used slang

Small Robbo: This is BAD mates 😟

Darwin: i know, what if somebody hurt him?

Ali: If somebody hurts OUR boss I will punch somebody for the first time in my life

Hendo: Ali, YOU can punch somebody? 😱 I learn something new every day

Ali: If the boss is in trouble, nonviolence doesn’t mean I can’t kick his abuser’s butt

TheGreekScouser: I am SO with you

Hendo: Milly and I will go check on him

Sarcasm Mode: He did seem pretty tired after the match wish us luck

(HENDO and SARCASM MODE have left the chat.)

(FLACO has added TAKI and THELITTLEMAGICIAN to the chat.)

Naby-lad: Taki!!! ❤️❤️❤️

SiSenor: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

DutchDaddy: First the boss acting strangely and now Bobby?

Ali: O que está errado Bobby

SiSenor: HE’S BACk

TheLittleMagician: I just wanted to say hi to the boss but I can’t find him

TheGreekScouser: He left and now Hendo and Milly are checking on him irl

Flaco: Uh Ali this is kind of awkward

Ali: …Hi Phil? 😬

DutchDaddy: We never did tell you guys, did we?

TAA66: I don’t think so

Small Robbo: We usually don’t bring it up but…

TheLittleMagician: Okay, I get it I’m hated around here

SiSenor: SIM GET OUT OF HERE YOU SNAKE 😭😭

JoeyG: Admit it Bobby you still love him

SiSenor: I do 😭 that's why I'm like this

(SISENOR has left the chat.)

(THELITTLEMAGICIAN has left the chat.)

Cody: What is this all about?

TAA66: Well, Philippe used to play on Liverpool a few years ago

Small Robbo: Before Ali and Flaco came

JoeyG: And Philippe and Bobby were best friends, inseparable

DutchDaddy: But then Philippe left for Barcelona to “win trophies”

Small Robbo: He’d never told Bobby beforehand so he’s still sore about him leaving him like that

TAA66: It was the saddest I’ve ever seen him in my life

Harvey: Okay what the actual hell

Darwin: SO not okay 😤

Flaco:  regret bringing him in now tbh

Ali: YOU regret bringing him in I’M buried into a pillow rn 😭😭😭

Ali: When do we play Aston Villa next?

Small Robbo: May 20th

Ali: Then I will gladly earn the first red card of my career with what I’ll say to him

DutchDaddy: Hold up Ali

DutchDaddy: You don’t want me to fight Onana for nearly killing you but you’ll go feral at Philippe for leaving the club?

TAA66: It’s Ali, Virg

Small Robbo: Never underestimate what he’ll do for his friends

Flaco: You need to put yourself first sometimes Ali we want you to live too

Naby-lad: Right

Naby-lad: And according to my analysis, Ali has received exactly 1 red card in his entire life

Harvey: 😧 Damn

(HENDO, SARCASM MODE, SI SENOR and BOSS have returned to the chat.)

Boss: Boys I’m back

Ali: CHEFE 🥰🥰🥰🤗🤗🤗

TAA66: THE GAFFA’S BACK

Small Robbo: you alright, gaffer?

Boss: Not exactly but I’ll be fine 🤞.

Harvey: Give us names to who did this

Cody: Yeah, we wanna see Ali whoop somebody’s backside

Boss: ALI?!

Sarcasm Mode: I assume you were all complete disasters while I was gone 😒

Si Senor: I can confirm that

Si Senor: Flaco brought PHIL in

Si Senor: Just typing that name makes me tear up

Boss: Philippe was here?

Cody: Yeah, and he disappeared like Nick Pope in this game

JoeyG: CRUEL

Flaco: To be fair we didn’t know what happened

Ali: BOBBY COME HERE 💜💜💜🤗🤗🤗

Sarcasm Mode: Jesus Christ Bobby will you ever forgive Philippe?

Sarcasm Mode: People switch clubs. All. The. Time.

SiSenor: People ALSO tell their friends when and where they’re going to move

Darwin: While they’re all busy with the Philippe-Bobby saga, what actually happened boss

Harvey: WE NEED NAMES PEOPLE

Boss: Don’t worry, I’m fine

Sarcasm Mode: Yeah, Hendo and I are gonna believe that after you spilled your guts to us

Boss: MILLY THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PRIVATE!!!

Hendo: To be fair, he didn’t say what it was

SiSenor: this is about those idiots who want you sacked, right?

Boss: NO

Boss: 

Boss: Yes

Flaco: I’ll punch your haters

Boss: I want you to live, Flaco

TheGreekScouser: Then I’ll do the punching

Darwin: I am SO with you Kostas

Hendo: Let’s roll when do we attack those scumbags

JoeyG: ASAP of course

DutchDaddy: I’m ready to wield my Man Bun Power when you are

Harvey: I could punch you for saying that

Boss: What about the FA?

Sarcasm Mode: FA BE FREAKIN’ DAMNED WE’RE GOING TO KICK SOME DEFECTED FREAKIN’ BA—

Hendo: MILNER

Sarcasm Mode: BAD GUYS

JoeyG: Are you guys stuck on permanent caps lock or…

Boss: It’s okay, you don’t need to fight them

Cody: Boss, do you believe we love you?

Boss:...

Ali: DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS SUBJECT BECAUSE MILLY WILL GROW A BEARD BY THE TIME I’M FINISHED

Harvey: He already HAS a beard

Ali: FINE STEFAN WILL GROW A LONG, GRAY BEARD

Darwin: Boss, answer the question

Boss:...

SiSenor: That settles it, then

SiSenor: We are going to show you so much love, you’ll forget that you ever felt unloved

Sarcasm Mode: Damn right 👍

Harvey: We’re with you, Milly

CaffeineBrain: I fell asleep what’s happening

Taki: That’s what I’m wondering

Taki: I talk to Maya Yoshida for 12 minutes and all THIS happens

CaffeineBrain: GO ALI KICK HIS A—

Hendo: NOOOOOO

Harvey: GO PEP GO

Sarcasm Mode: How have I not killed you yet

CaffeineBrain: Okay boss we are having a talk

Boss: Not here

CaffeineBrain: Right, we’ll have a talk in person

Boss: Pep I’m serious I don’t need to—

CaffeineBrain: We. Are. Having. A. Damn. Freakin’. Talk.

Boss: Okay

(CAFFEINEBRAIN has ended the chat.)

[feather-rose]

Move in, with me? Part 2..

...

Hinata(Comes into the room where Neji and Tenten were still looking over the newspapers with frustration at the table where the two of them sat at.): More tea, brother?

Neji(Declines the offer by his hand when his eyes kept looking down at the newspapers.He looked like he was ready to explode, here.): No more, please. Lady Hinata, or else, I’m gonna lose it, in any minute..

Hinata( A bit worried as she slowly put down the teapot onto the table and sat down with them..): Neji--

Neji(Groans louder as he was about to grab his locks of hair, here with anger): ARGH! Why is everything is so expensive? I don’t get it! Why is it so damn hard to find an appartement?

Tenten( Sighs with defeat.): Don’t even ask. Mine is far too small and yet it still costs my own ass...

Neji: Not after the war. Before that, it looked less scary, but now. It’s almost impossible for a person to live alone--

Tenten(Offended as she yelped back, as she almost slammed the table, louder.): Hey!

Neji( Looks up at her, with a defeated look, here. Up at her annoying stare.): Sorry..

Hinata( Quiet as she was here, with her voice with concern.): Ever asked for a loan, Neji?

Neji(Shook his head, saying no.): No. And I’m not that kind of person, here. And I’ve saved enough if I planned to move away, which it wasn’t, at first. But now, it’s different.

Tenten(Agrees with him.): Some place cozy and simple for both of us. Heat, air conditioner and enough space for my weapon collection.

Both her boyfriend and cousin had looked up at her, strangely but with fear...

Neji(Gulps): Weapon collection? Just how many weapons do you have?

Tenten(Annoyed at this point from her boyfriend.): Enough to kill a stalker or an enemy. Or maybe Lee, when he almost walked onto Neji and I doing--

Neji(Blushes with embarrassment.): Tenten, I don’t need a picture, here..(He pointed Hinata who looked like she was about to faint, here. No sex talk, here.)

Tenten(Ignored the problem, here): Anyways. Our own cozy little place. And did I even mentionned that I have an flat screen?(Grins back at theirs stunned faces)

Neji: Huh? Did I’ve missed something? Or what? A flat screen?

Hinata(Almost drooled over.): A flat screen TV? How I wished I had that..

Tenten(Grins over the idea of her success, here. Even if it been for only a good luck thingy.): Yeah, I know. It been a present or more the kinda thing I’ve won over a drinking contest!

Neji(Annoyed.): Tenten..

Tenten(Laughs back up.): It both left Shikamaru and Chouji naked, stripped off of their paid checks!

Hinata( Shocked): Tenten..

Neji(His eye twitched a bit as he released a amusement smirk.): You know, you like being dirty, right?

Tenten(Scoffs, not feeling ashamed.): Yeah, I know.( Changing the subject as she waved her hand. As she whirled around to look over Hinata.) So, how’s everyone’s taking with Neji leaving?

Hinata(Trying to get over the shock, here.):Just okay. Hanabi is on a mission, at the moment. But she wishes ni-san all the best.

Tenten(Sighs deeply with relief.): That’s good, to hear. At least some people are still okay in this campound.

Neji(Annoyed, here. And no thanks to his girl.): Whatever.(Looks up at his cousin.) But? How about Uncle? Hiashi-sama?

Hinata( She wriggled up a lock of her long blunette hair, with nervosity, here.): Well, it is an different matter, you see.

Neji(Warning tone.): Hinata..

Hinata(Finally admited back as if she had no other choice.): Let’s just say that Naruto-kun and I, been trying to bring him out from his depression..

Tenten(Cringed over at this reply.Much like her boyfriend looked here.): Depression?

Neji: What?

Hinata(Shrugged off her shoulders as she decided to take back the teapot and poured tea over into the couple’s cups, as if it would make her feel better.): Yeah. He’s been crying like an never ending waterfall for amost a week, after niisan had told us, he’d be moving out.( Steps back her move as she looks back at Neji, trying to look innocent, here.) He never quite leaves his chambers, unless, it is for to pee.

Neji(Sweatdropped here.): No comment to that..

Tenten(Much like she looked like her boyfriend, here.): No swearing over that, either.

Hinata(Smiles shyly, over them.): More tea, everyone?

........

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Take the Long Way Home

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Gravity Falls

For the third time that night, Zane closed his eyes to better concentrate on his magic sensor. He could definitely sense some magic in this basement lab, especially coming from the control console on the other side of the blast doors, but nothing as powerful as the Scroll of Forbidden Spinjitzu.

So far in their search of the basement lab, they had found a book and a pair of glasses, both of which Stan said belong to his brother, but nothing else out of place, as far as they could tell. 

"It's not here." Zane finally concluded. "Perhaps it somehow was transported upstairs?"

"How would that even happen?" Stan asked. "Upstairs is a mess, we'd never find it." He was obviously eager to get going with the portal. "You're sure you had it with you when you fell through?"

"Yes." Zane insisted. It had only been earlier today. There was no way his memories could defrag that fast. 

"Well, Ford had his journal and his glasses with him when he went through. Maybe stuff like that just doesn't go through portals."

"Perhaps…" Zane agreed. He wished he could know for sure. This was too dangerous of an artifact to just leave behind in another realm. "If you do find it, don't open it. It has a powerful corrupting influence. If you can't send it back to Ninjago where it belongs, then destroy it."

"Sure." Stan nodded. "Now let's get that portal up and running."

He walked over to the large red lever standing in the middle of the lab and pulled it. Nothing happened. Stan grunted in frustration and pulled it again.

"Are you certain you know how to turn it on?"

"No, I don't know how to turn it on! I just got here earlier today!"

Zane sighed. Despite the fact that this was supposedly his brother’s home, Stanley knew very little about the place or how it operated. Although, he supposed that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. If Cole or Kai found themselves in a similar situation, they probably wouldn’t have a clue about such technical operations either. 

The nindroid decided to check out the control console on the other side of the blast doors. Hopefully that would give him some kind of clue of how this portal worked. He was taken aback by how old the computer equipment was. He himself was almost 40 years old, he’d been built not long after the old Serpentine War, but he hadn’t ever left the birchwood forest until his father’s supposed death. Up until about 8 years ago, the only technology he’d been familiar with had been his father’s other inventions. 

Obviously this portal was decades behind what Zane was used to. He was at a loss how he was supposed to interface with this computer. He didn’t see any access ports or cables. The best he could find was a sort of printer off to one side, and a continuous sheet of paper with data printed out on it. There had to be at least ten pages worth here, and while he could read faster than any human, it was still going to be much slower than being able to connect himself directly to the mainframe. 

Still, it was the best he could do for now, without attempting some creative wire splicing, which he was reluctant to do on his own. The data readouts were certainly interesting. The amount of energy it took to operate was tremendous, and the amount of strain it put on the fabric of the universe was concerning, but he trusted that whoever built this had taken this strain into account and had safety measures in place to counter it. Unfortunately, the readouts did not give him any hints as to how to turn the portal back on.

“Any luck?” Stan asked. He looked as worried as Zane felt. 

“I’m not familiar with this technology. I can’t find a way to connect myself to it. How was it turned on before?” He half expected Stan to simply say that his brother did it.

Instead, the stranger cast his gaze to the floor, almost like he was ashamed. “W-we were fighting. Knocked into a few consoles, must have pushed some buttons or something.”

“Do you remember which consoles you ‘knocked into’?”

Stan flinched and rubbed his shoulder, where Zane now noticed there was a serious, fresh burn. How had he missed that before?

“That one there, for sure.” Stan pointed to a console near the blast door with a red hot symbol embossed into the side. 

“Let me see your shoulder.” Zane changed the subject.

“It’s fine. I’ll worry about it after we get this portal turned on.”

The nindroid ignored him and walked over to take a closer look. A mirror image of the symbol was burned into his skin. Stan grumbled but didn’t pull away. It was bad, at least a second degree burn, and there were still bits of fabric welded to his skin. It was pink and puckered and starting to blister.

Luckily, Zane had plenty of practice treating burns. Over the years, Kai had occasionally been careless when practicing his elemental powers, especially when he was first getting used to them. He knew applying ice directly to the wound would do more harm than good, but something cold could help sooth the pain. He carefully laid a hand over the burn, lowering the temperature, but not actually generating any ice. Stan flinched at the initial contact, but soon let out a sigh of relief. 

“How’re you doing that? Is that a robot thing?”

“No, it’s not a nindroid thing. I’m an elemental Master of Ice.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

It was easier to show him than explain it. Zane reached his other hand out where Stan could see it and generated a small block of ice. 

“...Holy Moses.” Stan said with wide eyes. Apparently he’d reached his limit for being surprised by what Zane could do. “We’re wasting time, we gotta get that portal back on.”

“This burn needs to be treated. You’ve got pieces of fabric welded to your skin, it will get infected if it isn’t cleaned.”

“It can wait!” Stan insisted. “My brother’s in danger! Your friends are in danger! Every second counts!”

“...Alright.” Zane conceded with an annoyed sigh. “But if it still isn’t running after an hour, we need to take a break and clean that wound. I doubt your brother would be happy to come back to find you injured.”

A mixture of emotions Zane couldn’t parse flickered across Stan’s face at that comment. He strode over to one of the other consoles abruptly. 

“I’m pretty sure we knocked into this one first.”

Stan led him from one console to the next, trying his best to remember which ones he had knocked into during his fight with his brother. Zane did his best to examine each one for any clue of which button or lever or switch had been turned on. Finally, they tried to turn the portal on again. 

It still remained dormant.

The Never Realm

The engine Stanford had pulled from the mech wasn’t a normal combustion engine like he’d hoped. It seemed to be closer to some sort of fuel cell. But it still gave off heat, which was his main concern in this frozen canyon. It seemed like it could run for a long time on little fuel, which was good, because he had no idea what it ran on. 

Ford’s stomach grumbled and he looked down at the fish he’d taken from Vex. He hadn’t been eating much since Bill’s betrayal. It was easier to stay awake when you were hungry. But he had to be careful to at least eat enough to keep him going. Passing out from a lack of nutrients would be just as bad as falling asleep. Now that he was stranded out here, he’d also have to try and ration what little food he had. Luckily, with the freezing temperatures, the fish would keep for a while. He had no firewood, so there was no way to cook them, but he’d had sushi a couple of times and liked it just fine. Of course, he supposed this would actually be sashimi, since there was no rice. 

He shook his head. He had to stop thinking about food. Instead the researcher turned his attention to the scroll he had found, and began to do his best to decipher it. 

It was a symbol substitution cipher, not unlike the one Bill had taught him soon after they met. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, but at least it was easy to translate. The first section of the scroll simply said “The Forbidden Art”, but he found more information as he unrolled it. It started with a warning that the scroll had a corrupting influence, which supposedly was why it was forbidden. Ford scoffed. He hadn’t felt any such influence using the thing. 

He hesitated as he thought back to the cave paintings where he’d first learned of Bill. Oh how he wished he’d heeded those warnings. Maybe he should heed this one. But when he looked back down at the scroll, those worries immediately washed away, like he’d never had them in the first place. 

As he continued to read, it went into detail describing the proper positioning, stances, and movements to perform the forbidden art. It was interesting, reading it when the magic of the scroll had already enabled him to perform it without a thought. He wondered if this description was a necessary part of the magic, if it somehow engrained this description into his mind subliminally. 

Eventually, he began to feel his eyes droop, despite his hunger and the cold. Ford shot up, intending to start pacing, but instead he felt dizzy, and his vision almost blacked out. So maybe he did need to eat. 

He did his best to clean the fish using his pocket knife and some scraps from the machine. It probably wasn’t sanitary, but he didn’t have a lot of options. The fish was rich and fatty, and he had to stop himself from eating the whole thing. 

As he’d feared, he was even more sleepy after eating. Even the fear racing through him at the thought of sleep wasn’t enough to drive off the drowsiness. He had to wonder if Bill would even bother with him now that he had no access to the portal. He shivered. He didn’t want to find out. 

Eventually, though, sleep did come. He was surprised when he woke with the sunrise the next morning. No unexpected pain, no bleeding from his eye, no nightmares even. The cave was untouched. Bill had actually left him alone!

The Nightmare Realm

“Why are we not going after your enemy?!” Vex complained loudly, his spirit floating along after him as Bill piloted his body back towards the ice castle he’d fled just days ago.

“YOU’VE SEEN WHAT SIXER IS PACKING. YOU REALLY WANT TO GO UP AGAINST HIM WITH THAT SCROLL MANO A MANO? YOU’D BE A SPOT OF SOOT ON THE ICE. WE’RE GETTING SOME REINFORCEMENTS.”

“The warriors of the north want nothing to do with me, how could you possibly hope to make them my reinforcements?”

“OH, YOU’LL SEE!” Bill replied in a singsong voice. 

It wasn’t long before a couple of guards found Vex, and dragged him before their king yet again. 

“Vex.” Grimfax glowered. “When you were last here, you had the gall to try and replace my advisor and stir up conflict with the Formlings. Out of courtesy and compassion, I offered you warm food, drink, and clothing before sending you on your way, but you rejected my hospitality, and even threatened that I would regret not treating you better. If you are not here for an apology, you will be the one who regrets your actions.”

“You see? You see how he treats me?” Vex whined, although Bill was the only one who could hear him. “Make good on our deal, and make him pay!”

“OH, BUDDY, YOU’VE GOT ME ALL WRONG!” Bill ignored Vex’s complaints and strode forward towards the king. Several warriors sprang to action and barred his way, but Bill just walked around them, lazily dodging each attack. “I THINK WE GOT OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT THE OTHER DAY, AND I JUST WANTED TO COME BY AND SAY I’M SORRY.”

“What!? No I am not! Stop your nonsense this instant!” Vex cried.

Grimfax raised a brow in surprise. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of this. He hated to turn people away in this harsh climate, so he wanted to believe that Vex’s apology was sincere. But his behavior was suspicious, to say the least. 

“LET’S MAKE A DEAL. I’LL TAKE YOU UP ON YOUR OFFER FOR FOOD AND DRINK, THEN YOU WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME AGAIN. IN FACT, TO SHOW THERE’S NO HARD FEELINGS, LET’S SHAKE ON IT!”

Grimfax hesitated. This definitely seemed like a trap. But he was a warrior, heavily armored and well trained. Even if Vex tried to stab him while they shook hands, he knew how to protect himself against such things. And then he would have a good reason to throw this troublesome wanderer in the dungeon before he caused more problems. He cautiously extended his hand, on his guard.

He’d been expecting Vex to pull out a dagger, or to have some kind of poison barb hidden on his person, but all he did was shake his hand. Then Grimfax felt an odd pulling sensation, and suddenly he was having an out-of-body experience. He looked down at himself, standing perfectly still, and at Vex, who had started sputtering indignantly. With a sickly flash of yellow, Grimfax saw his own eyes open, and an unfamiliar voice came out of his mouth.

"RELAX, VEXY, YOU'LL GET WHAT YOU WANT." Bill piloted his new puppet to stand and turned to the man standing just off to his right. "LET ME GUESS, YOU'RE THE ADVISOR?" 

The advisor nodded, confused.

"THOUGHT SO. YOU'RE FIRED."

Now it was the advisor's turn to sputter. "My Lord, what… why?!'

"IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE IN MANAGEMENT, FOLKS!"

Gravity Falls

Stan wanted to throw up. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break down and cry. He wanted to bang his head against that portal until it started working, not sit here while a strange robot from another world insisted on treating his burn. All those years of his father pounding "Men don't cry" into his head and the complete stranger standing behind him prevented him from doing any of it.

Zane obviously knew what he was doing when it came to treating this kind of burn. Stan was actually a little annoyed at how gentle and careful the robot was being. He needed something to take his frustrations out on.

With that thought, Stan suddenly jerked his arm to see what would happen, and immediately regretted it.

"Gah!"

"Please try not to move."

"I've been sitting here not moving for ten minutes, how much longer is this gonna take?"

"It will take longer if you continue to squirm and complain."

"We should be working on fixing the portal!"

"We have been trying to get it turned back on for over an hour. At this point, the extra time it takes to treat your burn now will prevent losing more time over the next several days. And, as I said before, the longer you continue to squirm and complain, the longer this will take."

Stan hated that this guy could just logic his way through Stan's argument so easily, it reminded him too much of Ford. The way Ford used to be when they were teens, not the hollow-eyed mess that had called his brother all the way out to the middle of nowhere only to send him away again with nothing but a book and instructions to get as far away as possible. It was like the universe had decided to send him a replacement as a cruel joke.

"Hold on, several days!?" Stan exclaimed while still trying to stay perfectly still. "This – this isn't going to take that long, is it?"

"I should be able to finish cleaning your wound in just a few more minutes."

"That's not what I mean! I mean the portal! If I was just working on it by myself, I could see it taking weeks, maybe even months, but – but you're a robot, you're smarter than me, you should be able to figure out how that thing works!"

"I am a Nindroid. I was built to protect those who cannot protect themselves, not to repair machines. I've had a little experience with building, but never anything as sophisticated as this."

Stan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't want to hear it.

"So you're useless? Is that what you're saying!? I've got a freaking robot here and all you can do is make some stupid ice!? It's a blizzard out there, I can get that myself!" Stan yelled.

"I am not useless, and I'll continue to do my best to help you. I only want to manage your expectations."

Zane's voice was as level as ever. Maybe a little concerned. Maybe a little exasperated. But despite Stan's growing anger, the robot never raised his voice, and that only fueled Stan's rage.

"Manage my expectations!? This isn't some car repair! My brother is gone! And what did I get in his place, an emotionless hunk of chrome? Do you even care?"

"Of course I care." Zane still didn't raise his voice, but he at least had the decency to sound hurt by Stan's words. "I was separated from my friends when we were under attack, and I'm sure being separated from your brother hurts just as much. But as much as I want to fix this portal right away, that doesn't change the fact that I don't know how." He looked down and sighed, more to himself than to Stan. "I wish PIXAL was here. Or Nya or Jay. Any of them would be better at this than me."

That gave Stan pause. Zane seemed to have his act together. He'd been ripped from his home by a sorceress and he was calmer than Stan was when the Stanleymobile was running low on gas. And yet, the robot was sitting here, feeling completely inadequate for the job he now had no choice but to do himself, knowing someone else who could do it so much better. Someone who wasn't even in the same dimension anymore. 

Just like Stan.

"...Sorry." The anger slowly drained out of Stan. "I didn't mean – I know you must care, you attacked me when you showed up trying to figure out where you were."

"You attacked me first." Zane corrected him.

"Whatever." Stan waved his comment off. "So how long is this gonna take then?"

Zane was quiet for a moment before answering. "It's impossible to say when I know so little. I need more data. That book your brother left behind, would it have more information on the portal?"

Stan tried to think back to what Ford had said about the journal earlier that day. He'd kind of been fixated on the part where Ford told him to take the book and get on a boat and sail as far away as possible. But he had said something…

"I remember Ford said the journals, plural, explain how to operate the portal. And this was the last one left."

Zane smiled with relief. "So we do at least have some information available to us. Where are the other journals? How many are there?"

"I dunno." Maybe Ford had convinced some other estranged friends to get as far away as possible with them.

"Oh." There was a hint of annoyance in Zane's voice. "Well, hopefully the information in this first journal will be enough. And I'm sure there is more information in this lab and upstairs as well."

"Right. Uh, I'll look upstairs, you can search the lab."

Zane lightly patted the edge of the bandage he'd just finished tying on Stan's shoulder. "You should rest. This needs time to heal." Stan opened his mouth to protest but Zane cut him off. "If you feel you must keep working on the portal, at least do something that you can do lying down. You read through this journal, I will look for more information upstairs."

Stan grimaced. Upstairs was a mess. Like, murder hut mess. And it felt wrong to let a stranger just sift through the shambles of his brother's life when Stan himself didn't know what had happened to make Ford leave his house in such a state. Ford had always been more cluttered than clean, but whatever was going on upstairs was well beyond even the worst clutter.

But at the same time, Stan was exhausted, physically and mentally. He doubted he could sleep, but just sitting and reading seemed a lot more doable than trying to find anything useful upstairs.

"Alright." 

Stan picked up the journal and Ford's glasses, then showed Zane the way upstairs. After more searching than he would have liked, Stan found a couch they could clear off. He laid on his side opposite of the newly bandaged burn and started reading. Zane must have thought Stan needed privacy, because he left as soon as Stan was situated.

For the first time that day, Stan allowed himself to cry. At first he tried to hold it back, but what he read in this journal was just so Ford, so excited to discover new things, filled with needlessly long vocabulary and stupid puns on the same page. And it all served as a reminder that he hadn't seen his brother in over ten years before today, and now he was gone.

Soon Stan was sobbing so hard he couldn't keep reading, and he knew Zane must be able to hear him, but now that he'd started it was impossible to stop. If the robot came in to check on him, he was too busy bawling to notice. It felt like hours before finally, he cried himself into an uneasy sleep.

[eievuimemes]

THE BAD GUYS BOOKS STARTER SENTENCES

“[name]! You’re alive!”

“At this point, that is very disappointing.”

“Aw, don’t worry about that. It’ll be fine.”

“Before me you shall kneel for all eternity.”

“Before we begin, I have a simple question for you.”

“Buddy! This isn’t you!”

“Can you feel how much stronger I’ve become!?”

“Can’t move…”

“Could you repeat the question?”

“Do I look like I belong on the B-Team?”

“Do you think HE’D give up?”

“Does anyone else feel like the bus to heaven is about to arrive?”

“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on here?”

“Don’t be too hard on him.”

“Don’t lie. I know all.”

“Don’t you EVER make jokes about my papa!”

“Everyone loved you!”

“Focus and push through.”

“Fun’s over. It’s time to take away their toys!”

“Get us to high ground. I need to see the lay of the land.”

“Guys, I think [name] is lifting a car…with his MIND.”

“He has the emotional maturity of a preschooler.”

“Heeey! You’re awake!”

“Hey! Take it easy, [name]. This is important.”

“Hey, [name]! Have you seen [name]?”

“He’s WAY too big.”

“How do you know he’s not here?”

“How do you suddenly have the power to communicate with your mind?”

“How long will it be?”

“How was your trip?”

“I can do better than that.”

“I can get them to join us!”

“I don’t believe it!”

“I know this is bad, I do, I know, but that is outrageous.”

“I NEED to talk to you.”

“I suppose I could go and check it out.”

“I wouldn’t trust her. But I guess we don’t really have a choice.”

“It’s been nice knowing you.”

“It’s important to have fun. I forget that sometimes.”

“It’s not my fault! I can’t ride a motorcycle!”

“It’s time to get our buddy back.”

“It’s weird…I feel like I know that somehow.”

“I’d join your gang any day.”

“I’ll bet it’s just another trick.”

“I’ll just have to do it ‘old school’.”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready either. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Because we have a job to do.”

“I’m not worried about you.”

“I’m sorry! They caught us!”

“I’m talking about last september.”

“I’ve got it! I’ve got the location.”

“Just give me a minute.”

“Just keeping up our spirits!”

“Let me tell you a secret.”

“Let me try something first, ok?”

“Look, first off, you need to chill.”

“Luck is for wimps.”

“Man, I love him, you know?”

“Maybe the rest of you were forced to behave like this.”

“My power feeds me.”

“No! YOU listen!”

“Protect [name]!”

“So, like, give me a bit of guidance here.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“That is not your path.”

“That’s like his MOTHER telling him he’s cool! It doesn’t count!”

“The [name] I know would say the same.”

“There is ONE who can stop him!”

“There must have been a mistake!”

“These idiots are going to get themselves killed.”

“These ones are…a little farther away.”

“These villains are actually heroes in disguise!”

“They inspired me to follow my dreams.”

“They just don’t understand what they’re missing out on.”

“This’ll liven things up again.”

“Today is your lucky day!”

“Unless I’m very much mistaken, I suspect there’s someone else lurking about.”

“WE are in trouble.”

“We KNOW the plan!”

“We should listen to [name]!”

“Well…it’s funny you should ask…”

“Were you just talking to your dad?”

“What did I wish for again?”

“What’s going on with [name]!?”

“Where can we find a gas station?”

“Who needs superpowers when you have family?”

“Who wants a piece of me?”

“Yeah, that’s right! Come and get it!”

“You are going to do what you do best.”

“You have been identified as an enemy.”

“You have to warn him!”

“You know how he gets.”

“You know, I’m worried about him. I really am.”

“You look just like a friend I THOUGHT I knew.”

“You really need to see a doctor, man.”

“You stay in the car and keep watch.”

“You’re crazy. And you’re gonna get us all killed.”

“You’re the one celebrity who still makes me nervous.”

“You’ve kind of been spending a lot of time alone.”

“‘Brung!?’ Is that even a word?”

[levis-wii-controller]

The Ink Butterflies Miss Your Garden (HuaLian - Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlour AU - Chapter 1!)

!! There is NSFW content here (just Xie Lian alone) !!

Tags: Hualian, Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, Hua Cheng referred to as San Lang, Shi Qingxuan (mentioned), Beta Read, Denyal, Internalised Homophobia, Florist Owner Xie Lian, Tattoo Artist Hua Cheng, Slow Burn, Masturbation, First Meetings, Ex-criminal Hua Cheng, Mentions of Gangs. (Please tell me if I missed any <3) 2.4K words!!

~~ Chapter 1: First Sightings ~~

Xie Lian sighed with relief as he saw this month's profit. The business had a decline not too long ago but it’s been going back up steadily. He looks outside to see the new shop across the street still buzzing with life. It was a tattoo parlour by the name of ‘Paradise Manor’. For a shop that only just opened it was doing much better than his own flower shop. He lived in the good part of town so he wasn’t really surprised that a tattoo parlour that wasn’t in the middle of a crime ridden area was doing well. He thought that their operating times were weird but they were long so the influx of customers was never at a shortage. He decided to go check it out tomorrow night after he closed down shop before turning off his lights and closing the blinds, dropping onto his bed with a sigh. 

He wondered what the owner was like. He heard rumours that he was an ex-convict and that the man used to run a street gang. He didn’t believe gossip usually but a convict with a tattoo parlour definitely fits together. He wondered what the man looked like as well. Was he old or young? Did he have any tattoos himself? Was he taller or shorter than himself? Xie Lian groaned as he rolled onto his side. 

He couldn’t sleep recently due to the stress of his business and its up and down profit. Along with that he had no luck in dating unlike his friend. He’d wanted to find a nice girlfriend but no matter what he couldn’t ever find a woman truly attractive. They were pretty, he could objectively say that but he never felt attracted to any of them. He’d been dragged to many parties by his best friend, Shi Qingxuan who was still in uni studying. His friend, when they were in highschool was one of the most innocent people he’d met but when he moved into uni he’d developed quite the reputation of being…open…with his body. 

This led to Xie Lian being dragged to more orgy’s than actual parties. He’d watch most of the time, amazed as Qingxuan, the centre of attention, who pleasured multiple men at one. He wanted to join in and do what his friend could but he was clumsy and shy. Let alone too scared to let a group of men fuck him so openly. He had given a decent amount of head however and was pretty talented with it. 

The thoughts of his past escapades fled to his mind and he quickly found the tightness of his pants uncomfortable. He refused to do anything about it though, he wasn’t gay he just…wanted to have fun like every young man. Surely every guy his age has at least thought about touching other guys, just out of curiosity. Yeah, he was curious, he didn’t actually like men. He said to himself.

Xie Lian stood up and grabbed his laptop, slipping in a headphone and searching for a certain website he found himself viewing oddly too often. He scrolled through the lists of videos feeling…uninterested to say the least, though he decided to just deal with the tent he’d grown quickly rather than spend a few hours playing around with himself. The video was simply of a girl blowing a guy and Xie Lian shoved down his pants grabbing firmly onto his erection. He didn’t even realise how hard he’d gotten thinking about all the guys he’d sucked off. He watched the video with half-interest as the girl playfully teased the large cock in front of her face. 

He envied the woman a little, he wished he could see that large cock filling his mouth, making his eyes roll back as the man fucked his face with no remorse. Xie Lian’s hand moved up and down, pumping his length slowly. He really couldn’t get off, this was meant to be erotic…right? Maybe a little longer and he’d finally feel something. 

The full 10 minutes Xie Lian stroked himself with vigour and nothing, he just couldn’t get off. He groaned as his erection throbbed painfully. He scrolled down onto the man's profile to find more videos and a few caught his eye. This time it was the man fucking other guys. The guys were skinny and short, some loosely resembled himself and that got Xie Lian’s cock to twitch in excitement. He shamefully clicked on one of the videos and he felt his hands movements back and forth, more excited as he watched the man fuck a pretty twink. The thick cock pounding into the boy's ass with powerful thrusts. Each grunt and moan and squeak made Xie Lian grow closer to a desperate orgasm. It took less than two minutes till he finally came in his own hand. Xie Lian pulled the headphone out with his free hand and closed the tab. He couldn’t believe himself. Xie Lian walked off to the bathroom and washed his hand. Maybe he should just shower now instead of in the morning? Yeah…

Xie Lian woke up to the sound of the front door of his shop opening. He looked at his phone…shit! He’d overslept. Thankfully he was too lazy to get a set of pyjamas and instead slept in his previously worn clothes. He ran a comb through his long hair, trying to make it behave before running downstairs and opening the door to the main front of his shop. 

“Good morning,” he said with a soft smile. His eyes drooped with sleep as he tried not to yawn. 

“Good noon” the man corrected him and Xie Lian remembered that he’d slept that late. Thankfully his shop had only opened five minutes ago so he wasn’t really ignoring customers. Xie Lian’s eyes lifted to meet the other man and he couldn’t break his gaze. 

The man was taller than him, he had flowing black hair tied into a lazy ponytail. He wore a red jacket that hung off his shoulders loosely, a few tattoos covering the man's exposed shoulders. His chest was covered with a black tank top which followed the pattern of his muscles. His boots reached midway to his knee, the rest of his legs covered by black jeans which seemed much too tight on his large body. Then Xie Lian met the man's face. His piercing red eye looked back at him as Xie Lian’s own eyes wandered over the rest of the man's face, which was loosely adorn with piercings, his other eye was covered with a black eye patch. His ears are decorated with butterfly earrings and other metal jewellery. Xie Lian stammered a little as he replied, seemingly much more awake now.

“Anything I can help you with?” he asked politely, walking behind his counter and sitting down, trying to focus his head. The longer Xie Lian eyed the young man the more familiar he looked. He reminds him of a boy that used to visit daily. A few years ago a young boy used to visit him, three years straight until he just didn’t show up one day. Xie Lian was always worried about him but now he wondered if this was him. Just as Xie Lian was about to speak up again the man cut him off.

“My name is San Lang, I own the parlour across the street,” he said. Xie Lian felt a little disappointed when he heard that it wasn’t the boy. He’d forgotten the boy's name long ago but he was sure it wasn’t San Lang. He nodded and replied with a soft smile.

“Xie Lian '' he introduced himself and the man had a visible smirk. Xie Lian couldn’t help but stare as the man that intrigued him so much was now standing in front of him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Xie Lian. I must say this shop is very beautiful, do you own it?” Xie Lian’s ears feel like they’re on fire as the man speaks, his voice is deep and tender, he wants to melt into it and sleep comfortably for once.

“Yes, I inherited it from my parents but I’m the only one working here.” he replies and the man hums in surprise.

“Really? But you’re so young.” Xie Lian laughs, flattered. 

“I’m thirty, I’d barely count that as young.” The man's eyes widened at Xie Lian’s words, clearly taken aback by the information.

“Thirty? You look younger than me” Xie Lian also looks quite surprised as he hears the man's sentiment. San Lang is younger than him? He does look rather young yet Xie Lian didn’t expect a man younger than him to have been an ex-convict. He couldn’t judge though, it wasn’t his place to.

“So, is there anything you need today?” Xie Lian asked once again not wanting to pry into the man's life. San Lang shakes his head and smiles gently, looking at Xie Lian in a way that makes the boy even more flustered.

“No, I came to look around, it’s beautiful here, you really have an eye for interior design.” he states and Xie Lian chuckles.

“I haven’t changed the design much from how my parents set it up. Really, only the types of flowers change depending on the season.” San Lang nods his head and walks closer to the counter, leaning over it to better look at Xie Lian’s messy appearance. 

“Either way, it’s beautiful here. Do you also own the top floor?” he asks curiously and Xie Lian nods in reply once again.

“I live upstairs. No need to pay for two buildings just to sleep, right?” San Lang smiles and nods.

“That’s how you ran down so quickly. You do look like you just got up.” Xie Lian blushes, embarrassed by the fact the man pointed out his obviously unkempt look.

“I’m sorry about that, I must’ve just stayed up too late last night.” The man laughs and Xie Lian feels even more self conscious. 

“You should take better care of yourself, Gege. Maybe I should visit you in the morning to make sure you don’t oversleep.” Xie Lian waved his hand in dismissal though his face reddened at the idea of San Lang coming to wake him up each morning.

“Please don’t trouble yourself with that. Plus the door will be locked if I don’t…” He looked up at San Lang, his face pale.

“I forgot to lock the door, huh?” he asks and San Lang nods. The man seems amused at Xie Lian’s fatal mess up and quickly goes to speak again.

“Does it scare you? - Xie Lian looks a little confused at San Lang’s question and the man quickly adds - not locking your door, I mean.” Xie Lian nods slowly. Even if he is in the less crime ridden area of the city he still feels frightened. He’s seen gangsters walk around here before and with the popularity of San Lang’s shop he feels even more worried.

“I’ll keep my eye on you then, okay? You don’t need to worry.” The way the man looks at Xie Lian makes him believe his words. It lifts a weight off his chest.. 

“Thank you…San Lang” he mumbles and the man chuckles…His finger runs over the counter while looking at Xie Lian, his other hand holding up his cheek.

“It’s nothing. I simply wish to help you. I’ve taken quite the liking to you, Gege.” Xie Lian was a little taken aback as he heard the nickname, it didn’t click the first time but San Lang called him ‘gege’. It felt a little…early for nicknames but he wasn’t going to argue with an ex-convict, if San Lang wanted to call him Gege he didn’t mind.

“I’ll be going now, I need to set up shop. I open soon.” San Lang said as he stood up from the desk. Soon? Xie Lian looked at the clock behind himself, it’s already half past eleven. Was he actually only five minutes late to open? Or maybe he was so caught up on San Lang he’d lost track of time. And the lack of customers today…were his sales going to be down again? Xie Lian groaned before looking back at the man with a smile.

“Have a good day, San Lang.” he replied and the man simply smiled before leaving. Xie Lian got up from his desk and stormed back upstairs. He needed to get ready and he’d forgotten his phone. Thankfully his afternoons are slow. Somewhere between the times of 10:30 and 3:00 are the slowest as most people are at work. Some stop by to pick up orders in the early morning though. 

Xie Lian changes into something less crumpled and sweaty, sleeping in the same clothes you wear during the day is both a curse and a blessing. He brushes out his hair more thoroughly and puts on some soft perfume. He goes to wash his face and realises how unkempt he really looked, it was an embarrassment. He brushes his teeth before going to the kitchen and making himself a cup of tea and grabbing a croissant he had bought in bulk a few days prior. As he goes downstairs he sees his shop still empty though he’s not surprised, it’s only twelve, no one really shows up right now. He sighs as he sits behind his counter and starts to eat.

His eyes wander back across the street to Paradise Manor. San Lang…he’s an interesting man, he’s beautiful…Xie Lian takes another bite, trying to wash the thought away. He’s so mysterious. He seems so nice and warm yet he’s apparently a violent man who's broken laws. Yet he seems so kind.

He looks closer and sees San Lang tattooing a client, his jacket is off and Xie Lian can see the man's lean arms, one mostly tattooed though he can’t see with what at this distance. He wonders what a tattoo from San Lang would feel like. His steady grip on the tattoo gun and the other amply wiping away the extra ink. He can imagine San Lang softly rubbing his thigh when he tenses too much…his thoughts are cut short when a customer walks in...

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For Your Eyes Only

summary: A viral tweet after the Zodiac copycat case in San Fransisco leaves Doctor Reid with a proposition. to get to know the girl who publicly announced to the world that she thought he was cute, or miss out on the best love he could ever dream of.

Warnings: Long Distance Relationships, first times, smut, fluffy emotional sex, Virgin!reader, oral (female receiving), fingering, breeding kink

*flashback in italics

word count: 6.1K

He tapped his foot anxiously as he stood in the train station, a bouquet of flowers in hand and an awkward, press-lipped smile plastered to his face.

Passing strangers smiled back, old ladies wished him luck and their husbands give him a knowing nod. Wooing a woman wasn’t something many men did anymore, it was a thing of the past, his heart loved her like he’s known her for centuries, this was only natural for him.

He takes a moment to think about that part of life, the end bit when they’ve done everything they wanted to with the love of their life, who they’re still somehow in love with… the longer he knew Y/N the longer he wanted to grow old with her.

His hands are shaky, he can’t imagine a life like that without Y/N, even if today was just the first time he was going to see her in person.

9 months ago she had a semi-viral tweet, jokingly asking him on a date while he was in San Fransisco, not thinking he’d ever see it.

Penelope finding that tweet was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

He ended up texting her a lot.

They’ve talked about everything. Through text, it was just simple and basic topics, nothing that could get him in trouble or be considered sensitive material at work. She knew all about him, he knew all about her… and then some. Penelope took it upon herself to do some digging, following her on Twitter and doing a deep dive on her own.

“So, she’s never had a boyfriend from what I’ve seen, she’s a teacher, she just finished college last year and she’s working at a daycare near her house. She lives with her parents and siblings, she’s a Swifty… I think they’ll be cute together,” he overhears Penelope as she sits on the edge of Derek’s desk.

“Her name is Y/N,” he adds without even looking up. “If you’re going to talk about her, use her name.”

“Reid, how are you so calm about this? She’s a stranger on the internet?” Derek’s voice of reason chimes in.

Only Spencer finds it completely unreasonable. “Everyone we talk to is a stranger before we get to know them. Some of the sweetest people we know are people we’ve interviewed in cases who were strangers 10 minutes beforehand. I think I know how to talk to someone and determine if they’re a safe person. I’m 30-years-old for crying out loud.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Derek understands where he went wrong. “Sometimes I forget you’re not a kid anymore.”

“And I only looked into her because I love you,” Penelope explains. “And I didn’t do a whole deep dive either, I just went through the account she tweeted you from. She seems lovely.”

“I really like her,” Spencer smiles. “We’ve been talking on the phone a lot lately. She wants me to get a better phone so we can FaceTime… would you be able to help me with that?”

Penelope’s face lights right up, “of course I can! Do you want to head to the apple store after work?”

“I’d love that,” Spencer smiles, an extra boost of happiness coursed through him and he was able to finish his paperwork faster than normal.

The first time he saw her face… he fell in love right there.

He sent her a text, keeping his same number as before, he surprised her when it popped up blue for the first time.

He checked his hair in the mirror first before anything else, nervous beyond belief and it showed. He made sure he looked nice, he cleaned his room up a bit and he tried out a few different places where he could rest his phone and look good, by the time he finally had the confidence to call her, she was calling him.

“I was about to call,” he whines as soon as it connects.

She smiles, giggling out of control, “oh my god? Hi?”

“Hello,” he’s a smiling mess right back. “You’re beautiful.”

She shrugs it off, “thanks, you’re very handsome as well.”

“Um, so, how was your day?” He leads in the way he would if they were just talking. Getting to see that glimmer in her eye as she talked was better than he ever imagined. She was so stunning he almost forgot to listen.

“… and what did you do?”

“Oh, uh,” he thinks to all the horrible things he flipped through and the conversations he had on the phone. “I consulted with and helped a detective in Orlando solve a weird case today… it wasn’t a serial but it was a strange one.”

“Gross stuff?” She asks carefully.

He nods, “yeah. I’m always astounded by how creative psychopaths can be.”

She laughs a little, “should I be scared?”

He laughs then too, shaking his head, “no. no, it’s my biggest nightmare to actually do anything that I’ve seen.”

“Intrusive thoughts?” She reads right through his wording choice. “I have them too. I’m always worried the kids will get hurt, one of my biggest fears is protecting them during a school shooting… I hate that it’s so common that I genuinely fear for it often.”

He just nods along, not giving her facts or statistics or scaring her any further, “I think that makes you incredibly strong to go to work every day with the intention of protecting them.”

“That’s a nice way to look at it,” she agrees. “You’re too wonderful to ever be a bad person, I know it’s easier said than done, but don’t worry. I don’t think you could ever do something mean on purpose.”

He smiles, believing her, “thank you.”

When they started getting to know each other on a deeper level, he met her family, with who she in fact still lived. Her mom always came in to say goodnight to her before bed, saying goodnight to Spencer as well with a smile and a wave.

Her siblings also came in a lot to say hey. She was a decent amount older than them. Lucy was 12, Emmett was 15 and Archer was 17, all still in school and all very fond of their big sister. Archer came in most nights to sit on her bed and talk to her about spider-man, something that Spencer knew a lot about from Jack and Henry. He bonded with most of her family during all their long night chats, even talking to some of them without Y/N even in the room.

Her father was very quiet and never bothered her when they were on the phone, he did however meet him when she left her laptop in the kitchen unattended.

“So you’re the boy my daughter is infatuated with,” his strong manly voice startled him slightly. He was standing in front of his coffee maker, making a pot and talking to the laptop.

He sat straight up and fixed his sweater, “yes sir. Hello, I’m Spencer Reid.”

“I know, we watched the news together as a family when she saw you the first time,” he smiles at him. “Well done on catching those copycats, I’m sure that wasn’t easy. I remember when they were in high school. Too smart for their own good.”

“It was difficult, but nothing is too hard for our team,” he doesn’t want to boast just about himself when he knows it’s more than him.

“Dad,” he hears Y/N as she walks back into the room. “Stop harassing him, please.”

“He wasn’t,” Spencer steps in. “We were talking about the zodiac copycats.”

“Ah,” she raises her brows, “I take it he’s been embarrassing me?”

“Not enough,” her dad teases. “I didn’t tell him how you said you would let him—

“Okay,” she picks up her laptop and her snack, “I’m going back up to my room now. Bye, dad.”

Spencer laughs, “bye Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Just because he’s a principal doesn’t mean you need to call him that,” she teases him as she climbs the stairs. “Please tell me he didn’t say too much about me?”

“He didn’t, he said you’re infatuated with me and that’s it,” Spencer recalls.

“Good,” she sighs, reentering her childhood purple room and sitting on her bed. “At least he didn’t lie.”

He’s also infatuated with her. She was quickly becoming the best person he knew.

They stayed on FaceTime all night when they could, with his phone set on the pillow, talking to her in his low sleepy voice about their days and absolutely falling in love with each other. It was one of those nights that he officially asked her to be his girlfriend.

She was laying there in the low light reading a book with her laptop on a pillow, the both of them completely silent as they hung out. It was how they were most nights after a certain point, after they shared their days and wanted to unwind, both being introverts and loving alone time. Only now, they love alone time together, the sound of the other person just existing was extremely calming to them.

He’s been trying to read as well, stuck on the same page as he watches her from the corner of his eye. On the tiny phone screen, he has rested on his desk, he leans in, “Hey, Y/N,” he asks lightly.

“Hmm,” she rests her book against her chest and looks over to him through the screen. Pushing her glasses up and smiling at him.

“My friends at work have been asking a lot about you… and I was wondering if it would be okay with you if I called you my girlfriend in front of them?” He asks it very carefully.

She squeals slightly, sitting up gleefully and placing her laptop in front of her so she can look at him better, “you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He nods with a shy smile, “I really do.”

“I need to come and see you soon,” she rushes out as she nods like crazy. “I really need to hold you and give you a big kiss because all this excitement inside of me is going to make me spontaneously combust at this point.”

“Really?” He feels exactly the same. There’s nothing he wants more than to hold her on nights where they just silently hang out.

“Yes,” she laughs, “you’re my favourite person, Spence. Ugh, I want to hug you so bad right now.” She tightens her hands into fists and shakes them, grinding her teeth together, she wasn’t kidding.

“You’re also my favourite person,” he replies, tilting his head slightly and staring at her affectionately.

She looks at him the same way, “it’s too early to say it, isn’t it?”

He shrugs, “if we both feel it, is it really too early?”

“Tell me when we meet,” she smirks. “I know, but I think that will be more special.”

And so he waits.

He’s been so infatuated with her for 9 long months, calling her his girlfriend for 6 of those, and now she’s on her way to DC to spend a week with him.

Banking up enough sick and vacation days to have as much time with him as possible, she packed her bags and hopped on the next plane.

Texting him to say she was on her way and sending him into a slight anxiety attack. He cleaned his whole apartment, actually bought groceries and bought new sheets for his bed so she’ll be as comfortable as possible.

He can see the top of her head as she walks towards the escalator and then she looks up, smiling at him and his whole world stands still right there. He knew he loved her just talking to her, seeing her in person made him know, for sure, that he loves her.

She lights right up when she sees him, running towards him, she drops her suitcase on the ground and jumps into his arms. He holds her tight around the middle and squishes the flowers. Her cheek rests against his, she runs her hands through his hair and silently holds him while she catches her breath.

“I love you, so much,” he whispers into her ear, feeling more content than he ever has before.

“I love you even more,” she replies just as softly.

He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before she pulls back, resting on hand on his cheek as she smiles up at him.

She shakes her head in amazement, “holy shit, you’re real?”

He nods with a laugh, “I am. So are you, and you’re so beautiful… wow.” All the air in his lungs rushes out, he’s stunned that she’s real and there and his.

“These are for you,” he hands her the half squished flowers, “I promise they were prettier before the hug.”

“It adds character,” she takes them and holds them close, “thank you.”

He can’t help himself, he pulls her in for another hug and she laughs as she settles against his chest. “We should get out of the way… we’re in everyone’s way.”

“Yeah,” he agrees but he doesn’t let go. “In a second, I have waited too long for this.”

“Okay,” she gives in, holding him close. She sighs, “you’re so cozy.”

“Let’s go home,” he says as he pulls back, “we can just cuddle for hours.”

“Okay,” she nods with a smile.

He takes her suitcase in one hand, holding her hand with the other. His heart is overflowing with joy, he can’t wait to show her his town, his apartment, his friends… he was so excited to introduce her to his life in hopes that she stayed a part of it. He knew she’d miss her family and friends, but the idea of her moving to Virginia to be with him was something he’s had on his mind for months now.

This was his chance to make her fall in love with the city, with his life and with him. Once she loved all of him, maybe then it would be easy for her to stay.

His car is old and light baby blue and so incredibly his on the inside. He has a crocheted steering wheel cover that’s purple and green flowers, it’s clean with a lavender air freshener… he has a few stuffed toys in the back seat and a police box stuck to the dash, along with a doctor who bobblehead who she would guess is the 10th... it’s exactly what she expected Spencer Reid to drive.

He’s cool, original, interesting, the smartest man she’s ever talked to, and the love of her life.

She can’t help but stare at him affectionately as he drives them home, to his home, not knowing she already felt home as long as she was beside him. All the aching in her heart instantly disappeared when she hugged him, the homesickness died and she knew where she was meant to be.

He doesn’t know it yet, but she has a job interview at a pre-school in D.C, and if she gets it she’s going to need a place to stay… if this week works out then hopefully his home will be her home and she’d never feel homesick again.

She’s spent so many nights wishing she could fly, spread her wings and go to him… she’s imagined having teleportation powers, the ability to just think about him and show up beside him. Be it in his apartment, the bureau or even a hotel room, she wanted nothing more than to be beside him.

And now she was.

“So,” she smirks playfully, “what do you have planned for this week?”

“Nothing,” he quickly smiles at her before returning to the road. “I have a list of what’s going on around us each day, but I wanted you to pick what we do. I have already seen everything here, I want to show you the things you’d love.”

Her heart swells, she reaches out for his hand and holds it tight. “On Wednesday I have something I need to do downtown… if you want to pick something and meet me there, after?”

“What do you have to do?” He’s confused, the way she knew he would be.

She smiles and thinks about keeping it to herself for a bit, “I have an interview… where Henry goes to school.”

She watches his eye widen as he turns back and forth from the road to her, “what?”

She nods, “yeah, I wasn’t going to tell you yet but I’m too excited.”

He finds a safe spot to pull off to the side of the road, he puts the car in park and stares at her with so much excitement, almost mirroring hers. “I was going to ask you to move in before you leave?”

“Ah!” She squeals, “I didn’t want to impose and ask!”

He pulls her in for a hug, “god, I love you so much.”

She wanted to wait to kiss him until the time was right. She overthought the most perfect kiss with him over the last 9 months of talking to him. And now she thinks it’s time. She pulls back, placing a hand on his cheek and staring into his eyes, “I love you.”

He’s the one who leans in, pressing his lips against hers ever so softly with his eyes closed. She’s so shocked she just watches for a moment, closing her eyes as she breathes him in and really kisses him back.

—

She’s cuddled into his chest while they lay in bed together.

As soon as their shoes and coats were off, that’s where they ended up. Not in a steamy, need-driven sense, but because they’ve spent 9 long months waiting to just hold each other.

Under the covers, legs all tangled up and her arm raised over the pillow to play with his hair as she kisses his neck and cheek lightly. His hand is under her shirt on the flat of her back, tracing the odd shape into her skin as she hums contently.

“You’re so soft,” she whispers.

It makes him laugh to himself, “you’re one to talk.”

“I could lay here forever,” she sighs, “but my arms going numb.”

He sits up with her, getting situated and comfortable once again, she pulls away and gets out of the bed, reaching for the hem of her pants, “you’re cool if I take these off right? It’s too warm.”

He nods with a smirk, “I’ve seen you completely naked, it’s not too weird.”

“I’ve seen you naked too,” she reminds him. “I wonder how your boss would feel if he knew you were sending nudes to me on the internet…”

“He accidentally airdropped a nude to Derek once,” Spencer can’t hold back his laughter for long, giggling as she opens her mouth in shock.

“You’re kidding?” She asks as she pushes her pants down to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them towards her suitcase.

“Nope, it was hilarious hearing Derek scream like a little girl at a haunted house,” he teases.

“I can’t wait to really meet them,” she bounces a little as she sits back down beside him. Clapping her hands together, “they’re so funny on the phone I’m sure they’re even better in person.”

“They are,” he smiles just thinking back to the time she met one of his friends for the first time.

The first time he talked to her on the phone during a case, he was in a hotel room with Derek when she called. Hiding in the bathroom to talk to her, Derek finally knocked on the door after 20 minutes to ask if he was okay.

“Yeah, I’m just on the phone with my girlfriend,” he replied through the door.

“Girlfriend?” Derek hadn’t heard him use the word yet. “Can I talk to her? Please, I promise to be nice?”

Spencer laughed as he looked at Y/N on FaceTime, “did you hear that? Do you want to meet Derek?”

“I would, yeah,” she smiles, he watches her sit up and straighten out her shirt and get ready to meet someone new, it’s unbelievably cute.

When he opens the door and hands his phone over to Derek, he’s not sure what he’s expecting to happen, and yet, somehow, it’s exactly what does.

“Oh my!” Derek exaggerates, “aren’t you beautiful? Reid, how did you manage to land her?”

“I saw him on TV and I wanted him and now he’s mine,” she answers through the phone for him. Making Derek laugh even more.

“She’s ambitious, beautiful, I just hope you’re smart enough to know you can do better,” he teases.

“I’m also smart enough to know he’s exactly what I need,” Y/N’s always been very quick. “I take it you’re single?”

“How’d you know?”

“No man who’s happily with someone would joke about doing better,” she points out. “He’s what I want, I don’t care what people think.”

“I really like you,” Derek smiles at her. “I was worried when he found someone that they wouldn’t be what he deserves. I can tell he’s safe with you.”

She smiles then, and Spencer knows because she makes this little laugh through her nose when she smiles like that, “he is. And he tells me he’s safe with you, you’re always protecting him.”

“That I am,” Derek smiles back. “We all love Spencer like he’s our little brother. He’s well taken care of.”

“I have 2 little brothers and a little sister,” she admits to him. “Spence tells me you’re a middle child? Bookended with sisters… that must have been interesting.”

He looks at Spencer with a smile, “so is that what you spend your free time doing? Telling your girlfriend all about us?”

“He tells me everything,” she gets out as Spencer just nods. “Sometimes I’ll just call him when I’m sad and say a word and he’ll teach me something to do with it because hearing him talk makes me happy.”

“Awe,” Derek places his hand on his heart, “that’s honestly exactly what I hoped Spencer would get one day.”

“Really?” Spencer asks.

Derek nods at him. “I know we don’t always have the time to listen to all of your facts, but I knew when you finally found someone one day they’d love them. It’s a very unique trait of yours that we all love.”

“It’s the best, isn’t it?” Y/N asks. “He has the answer to everything in his mind, I’m never going to run out of things to ask him. It’s always so fun talking to him, you’re so lucky you get to see him every day.”

“Are you guys going to meet up any time soon?”

They both shrug, “I have a week I can take off in June, when the kids go home for the summer vacation, we’re trying to work something out.”

And that something came to fruition.

He just stares at her for a second, amazed that she’s real and in front of him. “What?” She giggles, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re beautiful,” he has no other words to say. “I am so in love with you… it’s crazy to think this is the first time you’re actually here with me?”

“I know,” she lets out a relieved sigh, “it’s been so long, I never thought I’d get here… I can’t believe you’re real?”

He puts his hand out to hold hers, she takes it and pulls him forward into a hug. Wrapping around each other, she pushes him back against the mattress and lays on top of him, “and you’re mine,” she adds.

“Can I be honest?” Spencer whispers as he runs his hands over her back.

“Always, hon,” she kisses his jaw slightly.

“I half expected us to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck on the living room floor as soon as we got in, with how much we’ve been teasing each other lately,” he admits.

She laughs, “believe me I thought about that on the way here too.”

“You did?” He pries, wanting to see where just talking about it could take them. Every time they’ve done anything it always started as a simple conversation.

She pulls back enough to sit in his lap and play with the buttons of his shirt. “Can you blame me? Once again, I’ve seen you naked, I know what I’ve been missing out on while we’ve been apart.”

“Me too,” his hands continue under her shirt, up towards her bra where he unhooks it with a smirk, “oops.”

She pulls her shirt off with a giggle, letting her bra straps fall down on their own as Spencer reached for the cups to hold it in place. “Are you sure? We don’t have to right away, we have all week.”

“I’m very shocked you have enough self-restraint to not look at my boobs right now,” she teases him, licking her lips and pressing them together as she shakes her head with astonishment. “I want to. I’ve wanted to for so long.”

He lets her bra fall down, and his breathing hitches as soon as he sees them. He releases a content sigh, “wow…”

She laughs again, “you’re so cute.”

“I’m fully clothed under a naked woman I’m in love with,” he retorts. “I— I can’t believe this is happening?”

“Well it is, and we’ve gotta do something about all these clothes,” she teases him as she gets off him, “I can’t be the only naked one, that's not how this works.”

“Actually, did you know that there is a fetish for having sex with your clothes on?” He explains as he unbuttons his shirt and takes it off along with his cardigan, “Endytophilia is when someone experiences a gratifying sexual release while semi or fully clothed.”

She laughs, “I’m not sure if that’s your nervous tick to explain things or if you’re trying to tell me you have that?”

He shrugs, “I’ll try anything once.”

She kneels on his bed and walks towards the edge, placing her hands on his belt and working his pants off for him, “we can introduce kinky stuff later, right now I want to make love to my boyfriend for the first time.”

“Isn't it… your first time?” He worries.

She nods, “technically, but there’s no one else I rather do this with.”

He pulls her into a hug, kissing the tip of her nose gently before smiling, “I’m going to take such good care of you, baby.”

“Take your pants off, then, mister,” she teases him and tickles his sides as she plays with the hem of his pants.

He presses his lips together, pretending to be fed up, “it’s Doctor., to you.”

“Mmm, doesn’t sound right, she keeps teasing him. “What about sweetheart?”

He nods, “I like that one.”

Pulling back, he pushes his pants to the ground and steps out, “socks? No socks? Ethan made me keep my socks on, he said I have weird toes…”

She laughs, “I don’t care… I’m not doing foot stuff with you.”

He laughs, almost losing his balance as he takes them off, “I know, I’m just nervous rambling.”

“You’re adorable, there’s no need to be nervous,” she pulls him closer as he kneels onto the bed, sitting in his lap once he’s settled, and pressing their chests together.

She pulls back enough to toss him against the pillows and lean over him for another kiss, his hands trail her thighs in search of her hips as he kisses her again, and again, her tongue on his is sweet and gentile and he could stay like that with her forever. And then she grinds against him, moaning into the kiss as his fingers dig into her skin.

Her hands in his hair, he helps her rock against his clothed cock as their make-out session gets messier and messier. More moans erupt, teeth touch, she tugs his hair too hard and he arches his head back with a moan, giving her pause to move her kisses south on her way down his body.

The wetness from her underwear has darkened his own, leaving a wet spot against his cock that makes him shiver. She yanks his boxers down as soon as she can, shimmying out of her panties and hovering over him again, “Woah,” Spencer objects.

“I need at least 20 more minutes of foreplay with you,” he whines as he carefully flips them over, hovering over her as she rests her back against the bed. “You’ve been taunting me with this pussy for months.”

Pulling her panties down, he spreads her legs and spreads slobbery kisses along her inner thighs. Leaving hickies that will surely bruise and fade by the time she goes back to California, but he wanted to mark her. He loved her body, he’s been just looking at it for so long, dreaming of covering her in kisses for months on end, he groans against her skin thinking about it.

“So pretty,” he mumbles against her skin, “and all mine.”

“Only yours,” she plays with his hair in her hands, “no one else will ever get to see me like this.”

That sounded incredibly permanent. It was more than a promise, it was a wish, a want, a craving. She never wanted him to let her go, and he wasn’t about to let her either.

—

She’s staring at him between her legs with fire in her gut, her own mouth opening in a silent gasp as she watches him get closer and closer to her pussy, “so pretty.”

She feels like the world stills, “and all mine,” he continues.

Her breathing picks up, she’s never been so horny in her life as she grips his hair, “only yours. No one else will ever get to see me like this.”

She means it. She was for his eyes only, she never wanted to be this intimate with another human being, she had found her match and she wasn’t about to just let him go.

She pulls him in closer, he’s quick to run his tongue along the length of her cunt, groaning at how wet she is, “fuck, babe,” he sucks her clit into his mouth, sloppily kissing her most private area and making her head spin.

She had no idea it could feel this good. Legs writhing in the sheets, back-arching, she grinds up against his tongue in time with his movements, fucking his face essentially. It sounded like he loved every minute of it as well, the noises he made were so incredibly sexy on top of everything else that she was closer to the edge faster than ever before.

Her orgasm hit her hard, gripping the sheets for support as she let out the loudest moan of her whole entire life, “Spence, Spence, oh my god,” she pants as her breathing works on settling itself out.

He’s smirking up at her, lightly teasing her clit still with his index finger, “if you’re comfortable and really turned on then it makes the first time easier.”

“Yeah?” She’s still breathing hard like she ran a marathon. “I’m still going to be impossibly tight… believe me.”

He takes that as a challenge, laying flat on his chest between her legs, he gathers her cum and uses it as lube to insert his middle finger all the way. It’s so hot, the way he watches as it goes in and out of her each time. He slowly adds a second finger, only pumping into her till he reaches the first knuckle, then the second and finally he’s stretching her open enough to take both full fingers. He scissors his fingers, curling them and rubbing against her g-spot as he worked her open enough to fuck her.

“I’m good,” she can’t take it anymore, so turned on and unable to cum again without clit stimulation, she couldn’t wait any longer. “I need you now.”

He pulls out carefully, kneeling between her legs as he strokes her wetness onto his cock. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Yeah,” she smirks, “I’ve been on the pill for 3 months now, I want to feel all of you the first time.”

She swears his eyes roll into the back of his head as he takes a deep breath in, “fuck, I love you so much.”

“Yeah?” She teases, “come here?”

He leans down enough for her to pull him back into a kiss, tasting herself on his lips and craving more. Messily making out, she reaches between them and spreads her legs more, pushing the head of his cock towards her entrance and pushing him in slowly.

They both pause making out, open mouths pressed together as they moan out in pleasure, “keep going,” she encourages him, “oh my god?”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he agrees, slowly pushing in as far as he can go, and then he just stays there, staring at her softly. “There you go.”

“Not a virgin anymore,” she smiles, pulling him in for more kisses as she gets used to the stretch. Then he starts to rock his hips, pulling out ever so slightly and thrusting back in with enough power to make her gasp. “Fuck me?”

“Yeah?” He goes a bit faster, “like that now?”

She nods, tossing her head back against the pillow, he continues kissing and sucking on her neck as he fucks her. Letting her moan as much as she wants, she claws at his back, wrapping her legs around him as she takes it all in. This was what she wanted when she imagined her first time.

She wanted it to be sexy, cute, funny, everything it was supposed to be when she finally had sex with the person she loved the most. Spencer was everything to her, she felt a tear slip down her cheek, feeling so much she couldn’t help it.

“Spence,” she moans his name again, “my clit?”

He hums, changing his angle and sliding a hand between them, she twitches hard when he makes contact with it. He groans, she had tightened around him too and he wasn’t going to last much longer, “fuck, babe.”

“Fill me up,” she’s used to saying that to tip him over the edge when she was on the other side of the country, now she actually means it.

His hips sputter and his rhythm changes then, he’s so fucking hot like this she takes a moment to push his hair out of his face and look at him, staring into his eyes as he fucks her, she smiles.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he’s able to say as he holds back for her, “I want you to cum with me, baby.”

That alone does it, that same familiar hear bubbling inside her veins and gathering in her loins, she came with another shout of his name as she pulled him in closer.

“Ugh,” he stills as he cums with a groan, thrusting forward with each twitch of his cock as he fills her up. It’s hot and incredible, she gasps in shock at just how much it is.

“oh my god?” She’s wrapped around him like a spider monkey, breathing heavily and not willing to let him go at all.

He giggles against her skin, kissing anywhere he wan as she catches her breath. “You okay?”

“Perfect,” she sighs, relaxing against the mattress as he pulls out and rests against her comfortably. “I don’t know what to say besides oh my god?”

“I know,” he smiles in agreement, “it was amazing.”

“I can’t believe I have to leave in a week… I want to do that every day for forever,” she exaggerates. “I love you.”

“I love you even more,” he repeats her wording for earlier. “I’m serious, you don’t have to leave. And you can come back whenever you want?”

“I want to come back as soon as I can,” she sighs, “I want to actually get a cute little house here with you and build a little life together and start being truly happy.”

“Okay,” he looks up at her, resting his chin on her shoulder, “I’ll start looking around, I’ll send you every listing and you can move here even if you don’t get the job. We’ll figure something out.”

Her heart is so full of love, she cups his face and pulls him in for another kiss, and another and another until they’re going at it again.

They don’t do much else for the rest of the week.

-

Part 2 coming soon

the road trip from San Francisco to D.C!

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[devildomdisaster]

Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.

So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.

So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).

I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it

I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.

Comfort spell gone wrong

Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.

“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.

“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.

Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”

Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.

No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.

Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.

Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.

So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.

You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…

Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.

When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.

“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”

“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”

Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.

Lucifer:

All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?

He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.

“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”

His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”

You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”

“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”

Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.

Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.

He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.

Mammon:

Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.

How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?

Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.

“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”

Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.

He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.

There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.

You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.

Levi:

He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.

He feels frozen

Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.

You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.

He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.

A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”

He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.

He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.

Satan:

Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?

Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.

When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.

He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.

Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”

He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.

Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.

Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.

Asmo:

As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.

You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.

This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.

He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.

Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.

Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.

“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.

“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”

After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.

Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.

Beel:

At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.

Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.

But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.

And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.

When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.

Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.

You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.

“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.

Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.

Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”

Belphie:

Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”

Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.

Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.

After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.

“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”

He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.

He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.

He wants to comfort you so bad.

To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Car Auction

This is for the March 2nd Wicked Wednesday at @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ I wasn’t sure about this one at first because I tend to write a softer Ransom... but after reading it again today (I wrote it last night), I’m liking it a lot more!

The prompt I used is "Did you just give me a compliment?".

Title: The Car Auction

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, suggestive

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

"He's here," your friend muttered to you before she slinked off.

Since you knew he'd seek you out, you stayed where you were, admiring the classic cars up for auction.

"You clean up nicely," Ransom said from behind you, a moment later.

You rolled your eyes before you turned and gave your best customer a charming smile. "Hello, Ransom."

The two of you had met at a similar car auction ten years ago when he'd shown up late and  outbid you on the 1972 BMW 3.0 CSi that had almost been yours.

The first time he'd brought the car to your shop, you figured it was to rub the fact that the car was his and not yours in your face and you had charged him that extra pain in the ass fee because of it. The joke was on him, however, because after that, you were the only one he trusted with his baby.

"What brings you here tonight?" you asked, pretending you didn't know.

Ransom smirked and gave you a look that said he knew what game you were playing. "The 1962 Sunbeam Alpine is going home with me," he stated, in a cold whisper. "I didn't come here to play any games."

"Oh, is there a Sunbeam here?" you asked, pretending to be surprised. "I'm here for the Thunderbird, myself."

"Don't play cute," he snapped. "You don't fuck with me and I'll continue to bring my cars to your garage. Fuck with me and we'll see what happens."

Before you could come up with a response, the auctioneer called everyone forward to start.

Unable to shake Ransom, you ended up sitting next to him. Obviously, he meant to keep his eye on you all evening.

Thankfully, the 1956 Ford Thunderbird came onto the auction block first and you put in the first bid. Ransom, the jackass, upped the bid a couple times, nearly to your max amount, but he backed off after the two of you shared a look.

"I did you a favor," he muttered in your ear as your final bid was announced as the winner.

"And I'm doing you one," you retorted as you stood up. "I got what I came for. Good luck, Ransom."

It took everything in you to keep your head towards the back of the building as you left to pay for your new car. You didn't have the money yet, exactly, but it was only a matter of time.

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It was finally time, Ransom thought, as the 1962 Sunbeam Alpine Series II was driven into view. He'd been dreaming about owning this exact James Bond car since he was a kid and now it would finally be his.

Not wanting to play any games or let anyone else think they were going to win his car, he called out a crazy bid. A bid that no one in their right mind would counter.

Except someone did, from across the room. He couldn't see them from where he sat, but he quickly raised his padel to increase his bid.

The joker across the room forced him to go nearly $25 grand higher than he'd planned to, but they finally bowed out, leaving the car to him.

He was congratulated, and called many a bad name, by people as he made his way to pay for his new toy. He felt nothing but joy as he signed his check and collected the papers for the car. He even took the long way home in his fully restored new car.

It wasn't until he got home and looked at the DMV paperwork and saw who the previous owner was that his joy came crashing down.

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"God," you sighed as your best friend recounted what had happened the night before at the auction. "I wish I could have been there and seen his face when you bid against him."

"I would have loved to have seen it myself," she said with a laugh. "But you told me to act like nothing was going on, so I resisted. But I swear you could hear everyone's heads turning as we went back and forth."

You opened your mouth to reply, but stopped when you looked up and saw Ransom standing outside the open garage door.

"Oh fuck," you muttered into the phone. "He's here."

"Don't hang up!" your friend demanded. "I'll listen and call 9-1-1 if you cry for help."

You nodded and pretended to hang up the phone as you set it down on top of your rolling tool chest. Honestly, you didn't think he would hurt you, but you'd kind of figured he'd be pissed once he found out what you'd done.

"You played me like a fool," he fumed as he entered the garage.

"How so?" you countered.

"The Sunbeam, it was yours this whole time," he stated and then narrowed your eyes. "And you don't seem that surprised to see me this morning."

"You always show up unannounced," you said with a shrug. "Nothing out of the ordinary here."

Ransom narrowed his eyes. "Who was she?" he asked.

"Who was who?" you retorted.

"The other bidder at the auction last night," he stated.

"I don't know because I left before then," you reminded him.

"You know who it was, I know you do," he growled.

"What did they look like?" you asked him. "If you can describe them, maybe I'll recognize them. I'm good with faces."

He glared at you and you glared right back at him.

"Here's what I think happened," he stated, his arms crossed over his chest as he glowered at you.  "You paid someone to up the bid on the car I wanted that you just happened to be selling."

"I did not pay anyone anything," you snapped back. It wasn't a lie, your friend had nearly done you a favor last night.

The vein in his neck pulsed as he visually tried to contain his anger.

With as angry as he was, you were surprised at how calm you were, but you were more surprised at how your body was responding to Ransom and his glare. You could only hope that your coveralls really covered all including your nipples.

"And even if I did, you couldn't prove anything." The words came flying out of your mouth before you really considered them.

His nostrils flared and you took an automatic step backwards. Which wouldn't have been a bad thing, except for the fact that you ran into the rolling tool box that you hadn't bothered to set the locks on.

Your hands flailed as you started to fall backwards, visions of smashing your head on the cement floor of the garage flashing through your mind.

Then you felt a strong hand grab one of your wrists and yank you forward. Instead of falling and hitting the floor, you found yourself smashing into Ransom's hard chest.

"I've got you. You're ok." The anger was completely gone from his voice.

"Thank you," you said in barely a whisper.

It happened in slow motion, after that.

Your eyes met his.

His head tilted towards yours.

Your head aligned with his.

His mouth met yours.

Never in all the years of working with Ransom had you ever thought about kissing him, but now that you were, you couldn't imagine not wanting to kiss him. The man drove you fucking crazy, but only when he talked.

And his mouth was clearly made for better things.

"Fuck, I love your mouth," you muttered as he kissed down your neck.

He paused and you felt the bastard smile against your neck.

"Did you just give me a compliment?" he asked, grinning at you in that cocky bastard way of his.

"Oh shut up and kiss me," you retorted, pulling his face back to yours.

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Meanwhile, at your friend’s house, she was starting to get worried.

She’d heard the garage door close, but after that things had gotten too quiet.

Just as she was heading out to her car, your voice finally reached the forgotten phone from somewhere else in the garage.

“Oh god, yes, Ransom,” you moaned.

Stopping dead in her tracks, your friend clutched the phone to her ear and listened.

“Yes, oh! Right there! Yes!”

Suddenly realizing what was going on and what she was doing, your friend pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call.

Then, because she couldn’t resist, she sent you a text.

Well that conversation turned interesting. Can’t wait to find out what Ransom was doing that made you moan like THAT! 😏

Sunday. Brunch. Girl, you owe me all the details! 🍆