#i don’t know what he would bring them but uh. it definitely wouldn’t be real ice cream)

[stageplayhero]

@rabbitholewritten cued:

The Void, for a rare moment, is quiet.

It may be that, rather, Rue has learned to ignore the constant noise. It is entirely likely, with how long they have been trapped with it. In this moment, it may be that their thoughts are elsewhere.

Their desk and chair are surrounded by emptiness. They always have been. Nothing but a void of darkness on all sides, expanding endlessly. Rue has the capability to manipulate it, to create invisible objects and furniture and even structures, but it is still darkness.

Their chair feels confining. Standing, they leave the script open on their desk. Chest tight, their entire existence feeling constricted, they know that they must move. They need a moment away, even if only brief.

A short few strides bring them to something that the vision of Mark had led them to create. They know that it was there, before — the place where their window had been in their office, in relation to their desk. A window, letting in sunlight, letting them feel the illusion that they were outside, that they were not confined.

That feeling is so foreign, now ...

Palm against the nonexistent glass, they stand, observing the empty space where the window would have been. Escaping to nostalgia, allowing old memories to resurface. How many times had Mark dragged them away ? How many times had he shown up in their office to bring some light to their day ? How many times had he, unknowingly, brought the relief that they so desperately needed ? That he had provided the levity that kept them from snapping, and the reminder that they still had any life outside of their job ?

Those are times long past, they remind themself. Old memories.

This time he's going to do it. This time it's going to work.

Mark holds a handful of framed photos above the trash, brow furrowed as if it's genuinely causing him physical strain. He took them from Rue's old office. He's tried to get rid of them many times since.

The sentimentality has no purpose. He chose them to be his enemy.

He gives in to whatever's halting him, in the end. Returns the photos to a drawer that he slams shut, and returns himself to his seat at the desk in the middle of his study.

Memories threaten to overtake his thoughts. They get pushed aside, but he has no idea where they get pushed aside to.

-

"Am I interrupting some important mayoral pondering?" Mark teases, walking up to Harper at the window. He'd always been in the habit of dropping in on them, once.

If Rue needs levity, relief, a break away, the echo can easily adapt to that role.

He pauses to study them. To see if they're in need of distraction. Working away in an office like this all day, with no change of scenery, is something he can't imagine. He doesn't know the half of it.

"You know," he says, innocently. "I'm sure all of that paperwork wouldn't mind terribly if you stepped out for a minute or two. You look like a tragic hero lamenting over their lot in life."

They get so busy, of course, that they may not have the time, the capability. "Or, I could bring you up some ice cream. That would be a nice taste of the outside world."

[teasemates]

Morning wood

Fic by suometar @camaro-and-smokes

Here's one for @hawkinsmafia whose request was "Hey Billy, can you grab a pic of Steve’s morning wood for us?"

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The request was supposed to be an easy one to fill. Just take a pic of Steve’s morning wood. It was among the easier ones on the list.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Billy asked.

“What if I take it myself and we just say it was taken by you?” Steve suggested.

“They would know. Just think about it. There’s no way you can take a pic from an angle like that of yourself. The moment you wake up enough it starts to...you know. You know that. It would require preparing the night before, setting up a camera and planning angles and all that. And we don’t have a camera, so you’d have to use your phone.”

Steve cocked an eyebrow, amused. “You sound pretty eager to sacrifice yourself for it. To come into my room in the morning, first thing, and take a dick pic?”

Billy grimaced and felt his cheeks warming up. “I’m not particularly happy about it, but how else would I do it? I’m open to suggestions.”

The truth was that Billy had been itching to see Steve’s dick in full mast for quite a while. He’d seen a hint of its size one morning when he’d been already up and Steve had come to the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. They’d been out the whole previous night and Billy was probably just as hungover as Steve, but Steve always slept long on his free days. Anyway, it had caught Billy’s eye, even though he of course looked away as soon as he realized what he’d been looking at. It hadn’t been stiff anymore but the chubbiness in Steve’s briefs left little to imagination; he was packing.

This realization definitely hadn’t helped with his crush at Steve. In fact, it had made it deepen and also added the new layer of having sexual thoughts about him to it. To the point that the embarrassing wet dreams had returned.

The worst was that as far as he knew Steve was very much straight. He hadn’t seen Steve with any girls, or at least he hadn’t brought any with him home. But he was fairly certain Steve leaned only that one way. Billy had been happy to remain only as friends with him, though. If that was all he’d ever get, then at least he had that. But now it was all different.

He’d been thinking of finding ways to learn if he ever had a chance in hell with Steve. He’d found this one camboy on Onlyfans who, yes, had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a lean built—he could admit he had a type—he’d been now following for a month or so after his revelation with somewhat satisfactory results. It was never the real deal of course, but it was close enough. Anyway, when the camboy had declared on his social media that he was quitting his day job and doing Onlyfans for living, Billy had realized that they could try that too. Solid income from just doing a short video or snapping a photo. And they wouldn’t have to do anything but solo stuff. But even still, it would maybe bring them closer together and maybe even…well, maybe he’d eventually find out what he wanted.

So it wasn’t that Billy wasn’t more than willing to do the request. Knowing that Steve knew the pic was being taken was what made it difficult.

Steve scratched his chin. “I guess there’s really no other option. Just come into my room in the morning and...”

“Uh, yeah. Wanna let me know when you...you know, have one? I mean, I’m up probably anyway before you, so...”

“Eh, sure. Sure. I’ll do that.”

It was a few days later when it happened. Billy was having his morning coffee and on his phone, scrolling through the comments on their OF account, when Steve cleared his throat in the doorway.

Steve was blushing and he rubbed his neck with his hand. “Uh...um...You wanna, eh...take the pic?”

Billy lowered his gaze to look and... The way Steve shuffled his feet told Billy he knew he was looking. And that his eyes were probably wide and that he was blushing, too.

The tenting in Steve’s briefs was big. Definitely bigger than what Billy had, no doubt about it.

He felt his mouth go dry, and he spurred into action. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He grabbed his phone and followed Steve to his room.

Steve’s room was facing east and it had a nice view to the park, so the morning sun was shining through the window and straight onto Steve’s bed.

“Where do you want me?” Steve asked.

Billy was certain Steve hadn’t thought about his choice of words too much, but he still couldn’t keep entirely straight face. “Maybe on the bed? In the sun.” He opened the camera app of his phone and was determined to not look until Steve was ready. It was then when he realized that he was about to take a photo of Steve’s dick with his own phone. “Eh, want me to take this with your phone?”

“Oh, right. Yeah,” Steve said, taking his phone from the nightstand. After unlocking it he gave it to Billy.

Billy fumbled with it, almost dropping it when Steve took his briefs off and sat on the bed.

His dick had both the length and the girth. It had to be at least eight inches long, and Billy wasn’t sure if his fingers would’ve reached around it. The shaft had thick veins running on the front and on its sides, and the head was a bit pointy, not too much though, and it was deliciously swollen.

God, it was so, so pretty.

Billy imagined how silky and heavy it would feel on his tongue and felt himself grow hard. “Wow,” he heard himself say. “Uh, I mean,” he rushed to add,” that’s impressive.”

Steve blushed even more. “Thanks.” He shifted in his seat and leaned on the headboard, spreading his legs a little so that his dick was leaning against his left thigh, and his sack resting nicely between his legs. “Uh, is this position okay?”

Billy felt ridiculous amount of arousal from the simple change of position. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he squeaked, aiming at Steve’s groin and centering it in the camera’s finder. The shutter sound confirmed the splendor being immortalized not only to Steve’s camera roll but also to Billy’s personal spank bank. He showed the pic to Steve. “What do you think?”

“It’s my dick...What do you think?”

Billy blinked idly for a moment. He knew the question was a simple one and not what his mind immediately went to, and he had to put in a real effort not just to blurt out what he was really thinking, to choose his words carefully. Which was hard, considering that let me suck it and let me sit on it were first in line to roll out.

He thought of the delicious way it would split him open, enter him achingly slow. It would stretch him deliciously and make him moan and let out incoherent words until it was in to the hilt. With every thrust he’d probably feel it all the way up in his throat.

Or if he’d suck it, it would force his mouth wide open to accommodate it. Filling it to the brim, making him unable to think about anything else. Pushing to the back of his mouth, making him gag and choke. Spit to spurt out from the sides of his mouth and his nose, tears pushing through from the corners of his eyes. Making him a beautiful mess.

And still he’d try to take more of it, all of it. He’d want to have his nose pressed against the dark bush of hair in the root of it. Have his hair tugged and his head kept in place while he was mouth-fucked with that monster. Perversely used, perfectly and blissfully out of control.

He’d listen to the moans and gasps, breathless words praising him taking it so well, and he’d do exactly that, take all of it. Get hard from those words alone, leaking to his own briefs. He’d have to grab his dick while tears and drool and precum would mix all over his cheeks and jaw, dripping on his neck and chest. He’d jerk himself in the same pace with the face-fucking and when the warm, salty load would hit his throat, he’d finish himself off with pathetic moans formed around the still pulsing cock in his mouth…

He snapped out of his reverie, feeling hot all over. Steve was looking at him with a shy smile. “It’s, uh...i��it’s great,” he stammered awkwardly, put Steve’s phone on his desk and left the room, beelining to his own room.

He sat on his bed and pulled his now aching dick from his briefs, not having to jerk it for long before he came. He fell on his back on the bed and grimaced, closing his eyes. “Oh god,” he thought, “this is so bad.”

Later they were in the living room, Billy sitting on the floor and playing on his PS4 and Steve doing something on his laptop on the couch.

“I’m going to upload the pic now,” Steve said. “Wanna see?”

Billy paused the game and sat next to Steve. Maybe a bit too close, he wasn’t sure, because their thighs brushed against each other. But Steve didn’t flinch, so it had to be okay.

It was ridiculous how many things Billy nowadays thought way too much just because he had a crush on Steve. If it was okay to sit like this, the same way they’d sit on this very same couch as long as he could remember whenever he looked at something Steve was working on on his laptop. Or if it was okay to sit in the breakfast table together and not say a word or if he talked too much. If it was okay to do anything that used to be so easy to do when he’d been content on being just friends with Steve.

Or if Steve felt the same way.

Billy frowned. The photo looked a bit different to what he remembered—and he thought he remembered it well. “Did you edit it?” he asked.

“No…” Steve drawled. “Well, just adjusted the light a little. Is it ok?”

“Yeah. No, yeah, it’s okay,” Billy rushed to answer. He scolded himself because he knew he’d already said too much with the question alone.

Steve smiled and chuckled. “Alright.”

Billy watched as Steve uploaded the photo, wrote a caption to it with the request and posted it.

Steve glanced at him. “You know, it’s okay. I mean in the morning, when you took the photo.”

Billy felt his cheeks heating. His first thought was that Steve knew. That Steve had looked and seen his arousal. Billy looked at Steve who was staring at the keyboard. “What is?” he asked cautiously.

Steve didn’t say anything for a good while, but his cheeks turned rosy pink. “It was kinda fun. You know, having my pic taken like that. I’ve ever only taken a…” he paused and chuckled nervously, “I’ve only taken a dick pic myself.”

Billy laughed, relieved. “Well, yeah. It’s not something you’d probably do unless… you know.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Maybe…next time it’ll be easier.”

Billy smirked. “Maybe you can take my pic next time.”

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[wandering-winchesters]

When the Storm Clouds Roll in

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 3,100 Summary: On a particularly hard day, the reader relies on Dean for comfort. Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, slight mentions of suicidal ideation, self hatred, mentions of the loss of a loved one. Requested: Yes, by @roseblue373 A/N: This one struck a definite cord and I pulled from my personal experience with depression. If this resonates with you, please know you are not alone. As always, please let me know what you think. <3

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From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, I knew it was going to be one of those days. The kind of days where any task seems completely insurmountable, impossible and overwhelming. Out of the 365 days in a year, this one was my favorite but the hardest, at least for the last four years. I have yet to convince myself to clamber out of bed, the warmth of the blankets too inviting and comforting to desire leaving. I continue to scroll through the pictures on my phone, reminiscing on the years past. I land on a picture of my family and I, taken shortly before one of my loved ones had passed away and tears spring to my eyes. It was their birthday today and all of the feelings that were bubbling within me were completely overwhelming. I sniff and wipe away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I draw in a deep breath and roll out of bed, landing on my toes. I decide against putting on real clothes, deciding that today is a laid back day anyways. I open the door to my room and glance down the hallway of the bunker, neither of the boys anywhere to be seen. I can hear music coming from the kitchen and I follow it, knowing that I would find Dean judging by the song that was playing. My suspicions are confirmed, when I round the corner and find Dean making eggs and bacon on the stove. The sight of him brings me immense comfort, something I would never admit out-loud but within the confines of my own mind its an accepted truth. He doesn’t notice me right away, his attention focused on the bacon in front of him. I open the fridge and he turns to look at me, his eyes crinkling in the way they do when he smiles. 

“Good morning sweetheart,” He says, taking a bite out of the bacon he had already finished cooking. His shirt stained from the grease spitting out of the pan. I look him over from head to toe and can’t help but give a small smile. 

“Ya know, if you didn’t cook the bacon on such a high temp, the grease wouldn’t splatter as much.” I tell him, deciding on a cup of tea to start my morning. I grab my favorite mug and the tea of my choice, before setting the water to boil. He dramatically rolls his eyes at me, mimicking me and repeating my words back in a high pitched tone. 

“Jerk.” I mumble, placing the tea bag into my mug and leaning back against the counter to wait for the water to boil.

“Bitch.” He shoots back, flipping the pieces of bacon still in the pan. He yelps when the grease pops and lands directly on his hand. I shake my head, a slight laugh leaving my throat as he discreetly turns the temperature down on the stove, following my earlier advice. Instead of commenting, I keep my mouth shut and pour the now hot water into my mug. 

“So,” He changes the subject, his eyes trained on me now, the bacon sizzling away in the background. “You up for a hunt today? Should be basic, couple of vamps a few towns away.” He offers me a piece of bacon, but I shake my head no. Hunger the furthest thing away from what I am feeling at the moment. 

“Uh, I don’t think so. I’ll hang back on this one, have some stuff I need to get done.” I look away from him, kicking an invisible piece of dirt on the tile floor. I can feel his eyes on me, his suspicions obvious on his face, hence why I won’t make eye contact with him. 

“What kind of stuff?” He presses, for whatever reason this rubs me the wrong way and I snap back at him, my words harsher than I meant them to be. 

“What’s with the twenty questions? I am an adult, I can stay behind if I want to.” I grumble, taking my tea and leaving Dean standing open mouthed, unsure what he did wrong. In reality, he didn’t do anything wrong. I just wouldn’t be able to keep myself together if I was to go on the hunt with them and I wouldn’t put them in danger like that. My inability to focus today, could not be the reason that one of the boys gets injured. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that were the case. I walk into the library, deciding to spend my morning reading a book, in hopes of distracting myself from the sadness and grief trying to weasel their way past my internal walls. Sam is already in there, an old book carefully opened before him, his notebook open beside it. I give him a smile, hoping he doesn’t notice the tears attempting to break free.

“Hey Y/N, you coming along today?” He asks, his voice tired but he disguises it well behind the smile he’s wearing. I shake my head in response, not trusting my voice to function the way that I want it to. He looks slightly taken aback by my refusal, his eyes studying me carefully. It’s out of the ordinary for me to stay behind on a hunt, I am usually the first to volunteer. The chance to get out, learn and take out the creatures that roam the earth and harm people an opportunity I rarely pass up on. Sam doesn’t push me, but I can feel his questions lingering heavy in the air even though they are unspoken. I pull a book off the shelves and decide to return to the safety and quiet of my room. 

—

The boys leave for the hunt around noon, Dean poking his head into my room to verify one last time that I am not coming along with them. He looks disappointed and concerned when my answer remains the same. Even though there were tasks that I am behind on and that need completing, I can’t find it within me to actually do them. I have not left my bed since I climbed back in it after finishing my tea. My thoughts are becoming louder, harder to ignore to the point where I give in and let them overwhelm me. I could feel depression imminent, a large storm cloud looming at a distance waiting for the currents of wind to pick up and carry the storm in. The cloud is growing and the winds are picking up and there’s nothing I can do. The water around me is rising and I can’t swim. It feels like I am drowning. My lungs are restricted, not from water, but from my own thoughts and emotions.

Grief looms at the forefront, worthlessness and self hatred following close behind. Everything around me fades to the background, my brain fully incapacitated by the thoughts within my head, unable to focus on anything tangible. The pit in my stomach is growing and before I know it, tears are flowing down my cheeks. My chin is quivering and I feel like screaming, I slip out of my bed and sit on the cold hard floor. An attempt to ground myself, I place my head in my hands and rock myself gently. My heart hurt so much that it felt like I was going to die, unable to process just how to move forward, it felt impossible. It would be easier if I weren’t here, the burden I was to Sam and Dean would be lifted, they could go back to the way things were before they met me. They didn’t care about me anyways, it would be easier. What good am I to them anyways? I am worthless, I always slow them down on hunts, there’s nothing I can do that they can’t handle better without me tagging a long. I know that these feelings aren’t me speaking, its depression screaming. I have reasonable thoughts and unreasonable thoughts. The problem is that the reasonable side of my brain speaks in a whisper, unable to be louder. The unreasonable thoughts have a megaphone, unable to be ignored. 

The ache in my chest turns to a burn and the occasional tear turns into a constant stream. How do I recover from this? It has been years and yet the grief is still so fresh? What is wrong with me that I still cannot cope all of these years later? It’s pathetic. I feel pathetic. Good, you should feel pathetic. You’re worthless. The voice in my head is so loud, so cruel and completely debilitating. These thoughts continue to repeat, my brain a recording that is on repeat. Seconds turn to minutes, which turns to hours. I have no concept of time, I notice the darkening of the room around me but besides that I am numb to all of it. I am so entrapped within my thoughts that I don’t realize that I am no longer alone, the slight chatter of the Winchester brothers travels through the bunker, but it falls upon deaf ears.

The panic that I am entrapped in so all consuming. I don’t hear the refrigerator door slam, the clink of beer bottles or the footsteps approaching my room. I don’t hear the knock, or the gentle call of my name. Upon not hearing a response, Dean opens my door, surveying the scene before him. Unknown to me is the way his heart shatters at what he sees, something that I will not find out for years to come. I am blind to all of this, until I feel hands on my body, tugging me gently into an embrace. My sense are overwhelmed with the smell of cologne, beer and leather. Dean. His hands are on my waist, lifting me into place on his lap. I immediately sink into his touch, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his jacket. So desperate for comfort, there is no space within me to be ashamed of my actions. I can hear him speaking, but I am still too worked up to focus on his words. He must be able to sense this, because he changes tactics. He slips a hand under the hem of my shirt, settling on my lower back, his fingers tracing patterns into my skin. Something he knows will calm me, because at another day and time, I had told him that was the fastest way to pull me out of my head. Skin on skin contact. He brings his other hand to the nape of my neck, his fingers gentle but firm as he angles my head so his lips can reach my forehead. He gingerly places kisses to the crown of my head, his lips still murmuring words of comfort. I begin to catch bits and pieces, you’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe, sweetheart. Just breathe. Words he continues to repeat until my shaking stops, my breathing calms and I am back in control of my body. 

“‘M sorry.” I breathe out, my shuttering inhale catching in my throat. He shushes me, his grip on me never letting up. 

“Don’t ever apologize for this, I just wish I could’ve been here for you. Has this been bugging you all day?” He asks, his voice deep and comforting. I nod against his shoulder, exhaustion washing over my body. My muscles aching from the position I had been in on the floor for hours. He lets out a sigh, pulling away from me ever so slightly so he can see my face. I avert my eyes from him, not wanting him to see how red my face is from crying. He doesn’t let me though, he tucks a finger under my chin and raises it until I meet his gaze. 

“Spill.” That one word is all it takes, a fresh wave of tears spills over, he wipes them all away with his fingertips. He’s patient with me, helping me regain my composure before I begin to speak. 

“I lost someone, a few years back and today would have been their birthday. It hit me incredibly hard this morning and ever since then, everything has just been crumbling around me. My depression has been all consuming, voicing my biggest fears and self doubts and- and, it just made everything seem unbearable.” My voice starts out strong, but by the end of my sentence it’s faltering. Deans hand strokes my lower back, his touch gentle but reassuring. 

“I’m so sorry, that is really hard to bear. What kind of thoughts, Y/N?” He asks, concern evident. I debate on being untruthful, hiding just how bad it had gotten from him. He notices my hesitation because he follows up his question with a plea for honesty, his voice never wavering. I nod and take another moment to choose my words. 

“I feel like a burden to you, worthless and just that- well that you and Sam would be better off without me.” Another tear rolls down my face and I quickly brush it away, shame seeping in over the feelings of self doubt and hatred. Being open and vulnerable was not one of my strengths and I fully expected Dean to laugh and reaffirm my darkest thoughts. He didn’t. His face fell, and I could see anguish written on his features. His lips were pulled into a tight, thin line. His breath catching in his chest, before he blew it out all at once. 

“Y/N, do you have those thoughts a lot?” He asks, his voice calm and his eyes catching my own once more. I shrug, fiddling with the tag on the back of his shirt where my hands had come to rest. 

“More often than not, deep down I know they’re not true, but it’s incredibly difficult to find solace in that.” I admit, my words flowing before I can stop them. He’s silent, for one minute then two. It begins to psych me out, my breathing hitching in my throat again. I shift my body, moving to climb off his lap and retreat into my shell once again. His hands stop me, firmly gripping my hips. 

“Don’t.” He pleads, and I meet his eyes for the first time in a few minutes and I’m caught off guard. Tears, he has tears in his vivid green eyes. I still and remain in his grasp, puzzled as to why he’s crying. 

“Sweetheart, I know that nothing I say can completely change the way you see yourself. Yet I can’t not say it.” He tucks his fingers beneath my chin once more, firmly holding my head in place. “You are the farthest thing from worthless, the fact that you think you’re replaceable breaks my heart. You are so incredibly valued by Sam and myself. The whole time we were gone, we were thinking of you. We were concerned about you. Do you think we’d do that if we didn’t love you and want you to be with us? I’m so sorry for the grief that you are still processing, it takes so long to come to terms with that and I am so proud of you for coming this far. It’s a difficult battle to face, everyday. If I could take all of this hurt from you, I would in a heartbeat.” His hand has moved from beneath my chin to cupping my face, his thumb stroking gently along my cheek. My eyes flutter closed, his touch filling a part of my soul that I didn’t know needed comfort. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks once again, stinging slightly as they rush over my raw skin. 

His touch is gentle as he wipes them away, the ache in my heart is easing ever so slightly as the time in his arms passes. 

“Dean?” I whisper, my words hanging heavy in my throat. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” I take a deep breath, my hands gripping his shoulders as I steady myself.

“Will you stay with me tonight? I’m afraid of what will happen if I am alone with my thoughts.” He agrees without hesitation, he lets me know he’s going to go grab a change of clothes but that he will return shortly. He stands, pulling me up with him. He instructs me to climb into bed and that he will be right back. 

I stand for a moment, dumb struck over our previous discussion, still shocked that he agreed to stay with me. 

He comes back a few minutes later, like he said he would. He smiles as he crosses into my room, a blanket and pillow tucked beneath his arm, his laptop clutched in the other. He kicks my door closed gently with his foot, dropping the bedding on the floor beside my bed. He sets the laptop on my bed. 

“Find a movie you want to watch, while I set up my bed.” He says, spreading the blanket out on my floor. He asks to borrow one of my mine and I hand him one of my favorites. He thanks me, before settling onto the floor. I find a movie I want to watch, some action movie that I know he will enjoy. 

The movie passes quickly and before I know it, his steady and even breathing is easily heard over the dialogue. He fell asleep, and suddenly loneliness is overwhelming once again. I contemplate what I should do, I should go to sleep like the adult I am supposed to be. However, there’s this tug in my heart that’s telling me to climb down next to Dean and curl up with him, once again. I give into the temptation and quietly sink onto the floor next to him, and burrow underneath the blanket he has wrapped around him. He quickly opens his arms for me and I wrap myself around him. He lips find my forehead and his sleep words catch me completely off guard. 

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispers, his voice so soft I couldn’t tell if I’d imagined it. A question I’d have to save until morning. I pulled him closer and whispered back.

“I love you too, Dean.” It was his three words that washed away all of my doubt and self hatred. The grief and sadness too, while I know it won’t last forever. I am going to enjoy the emptiness within my thoughts while it lasts. I allow myself to drift off in his embrace and I hope that this will become a regular thing. 

[siriuslysatorusimping]

I'll Take Care of Her (Another Level Extra)

Summary

He couldn’t stop the small grin from forming now. “She’s my favorite person,” he admitted proudly. “My best friend. And- she’s- I love her. More than I thought I could love someone, honestly. She’s special. I think- I’m sure you already knew that, though. You fuckin raised her. Made her the stubborn menace that she is. And I’m grateful.” Gojo has visited Yuzuki's grave once without Rinko Set on Rinko's birthday, which is why he was running late in Trust and Traditions.

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

I'll Take Care of Her

2018

Shuffling uncomfortably, he let out a heavy sigh as he placed the small container down.

“I’m, uh, s’not homemade, but-” he cut off, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think you’d want something I tried to make, honestly. Probably wouldn’t be edible-”

Like it fucking mattered to a dead person.

He felt awkward.

He’d never actually visited a grave before.

Sure, he knew what he was supposed to do, but he had no fucking idea what to say. Or how to say it.

Removing his glasses and tucking them in his shirt pocket, he let out another deep sigh before kneeling down and staring at the stone in front of him.

“Anyway,” he drawled, clearing his throat. “I know she usually brings some, and- kinda partially my fault she isn’t here today. So, I figured- yeah.”

He rubbed his eyes for a moment, still feeling like a dumbass, as he wondered what the hell he was thinking coming here.

“Fuck,” he muttered, blinking slowly as he forced himself to stay put. “Just gotta fuckin- spit it out.”

Taking another breath, he stared at the name, wondering what the woman would think, seeing him like this. Wondering if she’d ever even known he existed. He had no idea if Rinko ever even mentioned him to her mother beyond maybe saying he was who recommended her Grade 1 promotion.

“I- I know I don’t deserve her,” he finally said, ticking his jaw to the side. “In any way. I don’t deserve her friendship or her love. Not after everything I’ve put her through. But- she’s giving me that chance to try and- I don’t even know what she expects of me, honestly. ‘Cept maybe just to be a dumbass. She’s right, too. Usually is. She’s- from what I’ve heard about you, she’s a lot like you. Forgiving. A bigger heart than someone in our world has any right to have, honestly. Something she likely got from you. Sure as hell didn’t get it from that old bastard.”

Taking another breath, he let his head fall for just a moment.

“I’m- I never thought I’d meet someone who- cared about me the way she does,” he whispered, running his hand through his hair again. “Something else I think I have you to thank for. I’ve- I’ve put her through a lot of bullshit over the years. She’s- she’s definitely loved me through them. Even if- even if she doesn’t tell me that’s why she’s stuck around. It took me too long to- realize that about her. That she- still sees any good in me at all. She’s- fucking incredible. Strong. Stronger than she thinks she is. More- more important than she thinks she is, too.”

He couldn’t stop the small grin from forming now.

“She’s my favorite person,” he admitted proudly. “My best friend. And- she’s- I love her. More than I thought I could love someone, honestly. Gonna- I wanna spend the rest of my life with her. Forever, really. I wanna spend forever with her. And I’m gonna ask her eventually. Once I know she’ll believe me when I ask. But- thank you. For- her. For being the reason she’s someone I- sure as hell don’t deserve, but who loves me anyway. Deciding to stay by my side even after- everything I’ve done. She’s special. I think- I’m sure you already knew that, though. You fuckin raised her. Made her the stubborn menace that she is. And I’m grateful.”

The grin on his face grew a tiny bit as he stood again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You did a really fucking good job with her,” he told the stone. “Wish- wish I coulda met you. You must’ve been a real menace yourself if she’s any indication. But- yeah. Thank you for her. I’ll- she doesn’t need me to, not really. But I’ll take care of her. Love her. In every way I can. In every way she’ll let me.”

He did a quick once over, making sure he’d picked everything up before tapping the stone lightly.

“I’ll take care of her.”

[justhere4kpop]

Chapter 10: Part 2

w/c: 1114

(+18!!! Smut Warning)

I showed up at their dorms, it was probably about 2am. Yes I know I’m crazy for still being awake but I work long hours editing photos and things. I have a lot to do for these crazy guys. I made sure to text Yunho I was here so I didn’t knock too loud and wake someone up, not that they would mind but I didn’t need to disturb anyone’s sleep schedule. The dark brown door opened up and Yunho stood there a shy smile on his face, typical hair, you know….what wasn’t typical was the fact that there was absolutely no shirt in sight, the only thing this man had on was his black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

“Uh…hi.” I whispered staring at my shirtless boyfriend.

“Thank you for coming over.” he pulled me in with a quick hug and inhaled deeply.

“Did you just sniff my hair?” I poked him lightly.

“No, just…I’m sorry………..Movie?” he changed the subject and moved us to the couch.

He turned on a Harry Potter movie, but he also kept fidgeting and he was getting touchy, his hand was on my inner thigh, he was leaning on my shoulder giving it light pecks when he could. 

“Yun? You gonna actually tell me why I’m here? I know I didn’t come over here to watch a Harry Potter movie at 2am because you definitely wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.”

“It’s not important.”

“Yunho…rule number one?” I shifted so I was facing him and he just leaned in and kissed me.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you baby.” he sighed holding my face. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Yu, are you telling me you had a wet dream?” I chuckled aware of him pressing into me slightly.

“I’m sorry.” he sighed.

“Honestly I’m flattered.” I smiled. “I uh…didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

“This….isn’t the first time.” he blushed. “But I couldn’t….No matter what I did I couldn’t help it.”

“That bad huh? Maybe you shouldn’t have worn those sweatpants.”

“Huh? What’s wrong with my sweatpants?” he frowned.

“Absolutely nothing.” I kissed him and leaned forward, he pulled my leg over his lap so I was straddling him, he practically moaned at just the pressure. It wasn’t until now I could gauge how hard he was, he was definitely having a good dream.

“Fuck.” he whimpered and dragged my hips lightly across his lap. “Baby.”

“Yu” I looked at him and held his wrist. “Everyone’s here…we can’t…they don’t want to hear it.”

“I really don’t care.” he groaned. “About them listening…I care about your opinion please don’t get the wrong idea baby.”

“I got it Goober.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “It’s late Yunho, as much as I want to-” I picked his head up from where it hung. “And trust me I do. It’s late, you have work at 7am.”

“I’ll be okay.” he nodded.

“Let me just help you, after all, I owe you part 2.” I smiled and kissed him. “Besides you don’t want our real first time to be some booty call on the couch to a movie we aren’t even watching. Let me take care of you again.”

“You always do.” he smiled and let go of my hips.

I slid off his lap and onto my knees in front of him. I untied those cursed sweatpants that were now taunting me. He lifted his hips up and I slid down the waistband to his calves. Holy Fuck….I don’t know whether to be concerned he wasn’t wearing underwear or worry about how badly my jaw is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“Cat got your tongue pretty girl?” he smirked suddenly full of confidence.

“Shit maybe it’s my birthday too.” I leaned forward bringing my hand up to wrap around the base of his hard cock. I gave it a few pumps watching his head fall back and the tip stand up straighter. “Damn you still growing big boy?”

“All for you baby.” he hissed feeling my hand squeeze him gently. “Fuck your hand feels so much better than mine.” he whispered trying desperately to not let anyone else know.

I tilted my head to let out a few kitten licks on his tip, the way he jerked forward when I did so tells me he’s been pent up for a while. I finally opened my mouth to bring him in, oh yeah my jaw is so gonna be sore tomorrow, I’ve gotten just past the tip and I can feel my lips stretching around him, okay breathe through your nose and relax. I slid down further until he almost hit the back of my throat.

“Mingi know you’re so good at this?” he chuckled. “God.”

I pulled off him with a lewd pop. “Trust me I know how to take care of my baby.” I winked. “He lets out the sweetest little noises trying to be quiet sometimes.” 

“Show me how you take care of him then.” he pushed my head slightly, he was testing a boundary, his jealousy was showing. 

Yunho was jealous, he’d never hurt me and he knows how much I care about him, but in this moment I was his, no one else.

“That’s it baby.” he rasped and pushed my head lightly. “Come on good girl, you can take it, I know you can.” 

I relaxed my jaw further and he finally entered my throat, I initially had gagged around him fuck he’s big, he and Mingi both. Damn…What have I gotten myself into.

“Fuck just like that.” he smiled and snapped a few photos when I looked up at him. “Shit you’re gonna make me cum.”

I swallowed around him and sank as far down as I comfortably could. My jaw burned at this point but I couldn’t stop, the look on his face, it said “You’re mine.” in the best way possible. I didn’t know he was this vocal either. He rubbed the side of my jaw and helped me relax it just as his hips began to buck up slightly chasing his own high.

“Baby, right there.” he groaned and held me still as he came hotly down the back of my throat. “Fuck fuck fuck.” he stilled and finally let go of my hair. I swallowed around him one last time making him jump and yelp a little at the sensitivity. I pulled off and helped him pull up his pants.

“You okay?” he reached over and rubbed my cheek.

“Mmhmm.” I nodded still catching my breath. “I don’t usually swallow.” I rasped out, my throat sore.

“Happy Birthday to me.” he chuckled.

~~~~~~~

~Prev

a/n: I got a little carried away while writing....I promise there is already a Mingi focus chapter brewing, also I hope I implied it correctly that this isn't the first time they've fooled around, any of them. My story isn't meant to be a step by step timeline, it'll jump around and through their relationship.

taglist: @legohwas, @gxlden-bxbyy

[eriquin]

The Prophetic D&D Game, Part 26

The last part, until the sequel.

(master post)

Grant and Jeff both tried to get him to stand up, but he refused, and they ended up sitting in a heap with him. Dustin started to pace. “Okay, it’s starting. Do you agree that it’s starting?” he said to Mike.

“Yeah, definitely,” Mike said. “But what do we do now?” 

“It’s a Code Red. We have to bring everyone in and get them up to speed.”

“Hey, dipshits,” Gareth snapped. He grabbed Dustin and Mike by the arms and turned them to face the rest of the group. “You need to explain what the fuck just happened.”

“And how you knew what was going on, while you’re at it.” Jeff looked mad. Jeff looked like the kind of guy that didn’t look mad very much, but now that he was holding up his babbling friend and comforting him, he looked like he was ready to tear the cause of it apart with his bare hands. It was a scary look.

Mike shook his head. “You guys, uh. We can’t tell you.” 

“Dude,” Dustin said. “We need to tell them something.”

“We can’t,” Mike said. “The NDAs? El in hiding? We can’t just—”

Erica cleared her throat. “It seems to me like this is a real Russian infiltration situation,” she said, looking pointedly at Dustin. “They need to know what they’re up against.” 

Dustin gestured at Erica, nodding vigorously, and Mike groaned and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “They’re not going to believe us, but fine.”

Eddie stopped mumbling and looked up at them. He was still trembling, and he had tears running down his face, but he was trying to focus. “Is El, Eleven?” he asked. 

Mike turned to stare at him. “Yeah,” he said. “How did you know that?” 

“He’s looking for her,” Eddie said, barely getting the words out. “He’s after her.” He held his left arm up and traced his fingers over the wrist. “He had a ‘one’ here. Zero-zero-one.” 

Mike turned back to look at Dustin and Erica. “Shit,” he muttered. That seemed to be enough to convince him. 

Dustin crossed his arms. “Erica, can you get everyone who’s at the game?” he asked. “Lucas is playing, and Robin would be in the band with her trumpet.”

“And Nancy’s there, for the paper.”

“And Steve is there with a date,” Dustin said. “Tell them it’s a Code Red. We’ll read in these guys, if you can just—”

“Yeah, I get it,” Erica said. “I’ll go round everyone up, if I can get them to believe me.” She untied the flag from around her neck and handed it to Dustin. 

Dustin looked confused. “You don’t want this anymore?” 

“No. Now is the time for stealth.” 

---

The gym was packed, and the game was in full swing. Erica saw Nancy on the other side, but had no way to get past all the people to get to her. Robin was there with the band, as predicted, but they were packed in together. Steve was the only one with an aisle seat. She made her way around the bleachers and climbed up the steps, hoping that her parents wouldn’t see her. 

Lucas wasn’t on the bench, for once. He was out on the court. She spotted him as she got closer to Steve, but she couldn’t stop to watch him play. This was too important. Steve was cheering, but he saw her coming up. There wasn’t much time left in the game, and she needed to get him and everyone else together before they all left, no matter what happened.

Before she could get up to Steve’s row, a shout went out from the crowd. She spun around just in time to see the ball leave Lucas’s hands. It was like the whole crowd gasped in unison, willing the ball to go in. Everyone got to their feet. Erica clasped her hands together, and the shot sank into the net just as the buzzer went off.

“Holy shit,” Erica whispered. The whole gym erupted in cheers, and she froze. If she had stayed at Hellfire, she would’ve missed this. Lucas’ friends did miss this. Everyone was cheering for her brother, and the whole team was congratulating him. She was about to ruin it for everyone, and she hated it. 

Steve was cheering his head off, along with his date. He pumped his fist in the air for a second. When Erica grabbed onto his shirt, he turned to her. “He did it! Lucas really did it. We won!”

“Steve!” Erica said, trying to be heard over the crowd. “Steve, I need you.”

A look of concern came over Steve’s face. “What? Why? What’s wrong?” 

“Steve!” She winced as he ducked down to listen to her. “We have a Code Red.” 

True to form, Steve Harrington believed her immediately. His whole demeanor changed, like a bit of steel had found its home in his spine. He took her hand. “All right,” he said. “Let’s go.” 

He told his date that an emergency had come up, and they got close enough to Robin to tell her where they were going. Robin promised to get Nancy, but Lucas was out of reach until after the game wrapped up. Erica told them that they would have to get him later, because things were happening right away. She and Steve headed back to the drama room to face whatever monsters were coming this time.

Taglist: @weirdandabsurd42, @10moonymhrivertam, @blueskiesandstarrynights

[oldfashionedmorphine]

“They won’t bring the painting up again”

Maybe that’s what you want to think. But it definitely hasn’t served its full purpose yet— if you think the point of the painting has been resolved, then you may be ignoring some important things in regards to its existence within the story.

That painting currently represents two things. The first being Will lying to Mike. Which is something they don’t do to each other.

“It was a seven” (establishes that Will couldn’t lie to Mike from the very first episode)

“Friends don’t lie” (Mike teaches this to El. It’s a rule of The Party that he feels so strongly about because friends don’t have a reason to lie to each other.)

“Why do you keep lying to Mike?— I just… don't think Mike’s gonna like that you’re lying to him. He doesn’t deserve that. When he finds out, he's going to be mad.” (Speaks for itself. This line reminds you that Mike doesn’t like being lied to AND that Will knows this)

Will eventually lies to Mike in the van when he doesn’t tell the whole truth about the painting. (They even musically emphasize what’s happening in this scene by using “The First Lie” and “The First I love You” motifs in “Being Different”)

But we also know it represents something else, which is without a doubt the true significance of the painting: Will’s feelings for Mike.

“Will is painting a lot, but he… he wont show me what he’s working on. Maybe it is for a girl. I think there is someone he likes, because he has been acting weird.”

Will shows up to the airport with the painting in hand, intending to give it to Mike until he realizes Mike can barely hug him back. He doesn’t exactly lie about the painting when asked about it, but he pretends like it isn’t anything important. “Uh, what’s that?” “Um, it’s nothing, just this painting I’ve been working on.” 💔

Will decides to bring the painting with them at the very last minute before they leave Lenora as a direct result of his heart-to-heart with Mike.

Later on, when Will feels like his love for Mike couldn’t ever possibly be returned, he shoves his feelings to the side and decides to give the painting to Mike. He does this because he wants Mike to know that he is needed and loved, but he chooses to use someone else to express the way he really feels. (This is definitely a lie by omission. He’s trying to protect himself, because telling the whole truth will definitely change everything between him and Mike. His fear is real and I believe Mike will be mad at first when he learns the truth, but there will be a *cough cough* “mutual understanding/acceptance”.)

I think Mike is suspicious that Will wasn’t telling the truth because some parts didn’t make sense to him. Why would El commission this type of painting? El told me he wouldn’t show her what he was working on. El said Will was painting for a girl. But because their relationship has established (early on) that they don’t lie to each other, he tries to ignore his gut and believe him, because Will doesn’t lie to him.

But at this point in the story it’s only been used to fix a failing relationship (a relationship that does not seem entirely fixed at the very end of the season, if anything, I’m inclined to think that assuming their relationship is fixed is the red herring for this plot-line), therefore it has not served it’s main purpose of revealing Will’s feelings to Mike. Not addressing it will leave something important unfinished in the final season, not just for the characters, but for the viewers too. It’s a Chekhov’s gun (that was misused!!)… and once the lie regarding it is addressed, the “dominoes are gonna fall”.

[savagecuhnt]

💕 Rose x Boomer

How did they meet? One fateful night at a bar where Rose beats the shit out of some guy, then a few weeks later in an alley where He saves Rose while she’s knocked out cold after being kidnapped and tortured and left for dead. Her own knight in shining armor.

Who flirted with who first? I would say Rose did. with her little compliments and then good gesture of cooking him dinner in his shirt while she’s temporarily staying with him while she heals.

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? most definitely a slow burn.

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? They always had this little back and forth between them, but it always seemed like the wrong place wrong time sort of situation. and the lack of communicating feelings lol

What was their first date? ummm, no real dates, but they’ve had dinner and times together at his place and hers. Lives of active criminals don’t really have the free time to date in public.

What are their favourite things to do on date nights? Eat. Talk. Drink. get naked.

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? I would say their relationship is still pretty new. Friendship has been awhile, but the actual coupling scenario is new to them. So I would say dates are still a go.

What is their love language? hahaha saving the day while either one of them is in danger. Cleaning up each others battle wounds.

Who kissed who first? Boomer did!

Who started the relationship? ummm both of them I’d say.

Monogamy or Polyamory? it’s still pretty new, but I’d say monogamy.

Are they/do they plan on getting married? hahahaha uh...let them figure out dating first.

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no?

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? oh god if they had kids...little hellions kicking down doors and fighting. it’d be terrible haha throwing shit with their minds, stealing their dads weapons. It’d be utter chaos.

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? not that i know of lol

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? I’d definitely picture Rose always asking how is day was wanting to hear the dirty details of any jobs. I also picture them, especially this early on, following each other around to see what they’re getting up to.

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? Rose would make him food and soups and make him stay his ass in bed.

How do they like to spend time together? naked and drunk? criminal activity. couch and bed cuddles.

What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy? showers. bed and couch cuddles. shared meals.

What are some of their favourite things about their partner? His rough edges. His chaotic nature. Watching him kick ass and be serious. The way his big arms make her feel safe while he holds her. His smell. His accent.

How do they comfort the other when they are upset? she just hugs him, curls up in his lap. she might try to talk him down, or just sit in silence and hold him.

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? Rose would steal things for him and leave them on his bed so he can find them when he gets home. maybe a little love note.

What position do they sleep in? she sleeps practically on top of him. one leg and arm over top of him, face on his chest or by his face.

Do they bathe/shower together? yes.

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? I mean...yeeeah. wink wink*

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? I’d say a mix of it all. there’s a time and place for everything.

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms?

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive? I feel like they can both switch things up.

What is their favourite sex position? hahaha I wouldn’t know just yet, but she’s pretty smol compared to him, so she can be picked up, thrown and placed anywhere and any position.

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? I mean Rose would.

Favourite place to have sex? The kitchen...the dining room...the bedroom.

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex? hmmm...again, still so new, but I wouldn’t put it past Rose to want to fool around after a good fight/job. 

How often do they fight? What about? I don’t think they really fight. Not yet anyways. maybe a short argument here and there. Probably over something miniscule.

Have they ever broken up? not yet. Jeez...

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? I could see rose and boomer being Ride or Die. It’s in her nature.

[pixeldistractions]

Lou was coming up on her thirtieth birthday much faster than she wanted to admit. While she had no qualms about getting older, she wasn’t a fan of the unwanted changes that came along with it. For example, was that a shooting pain in her lower back just from playing hopscotch? These days, she would also much rather hang out with her sister and niece after a long week of work than go bar crawling on a Friday night. Especially if her sister promised a bottle of wine to share.

Lou was proud of Maria for doing something new and creative for herself. Or, it may turn out, that something might benefit both of them if the wine ever turned out good.  

“I dare you to drink it first,” Maria laughed.

“On three,” Lou said. “One, two, three, chug!”

“Huh, not bad. I like this for you,” Lou said. “It’s better than knitting, huh?”

“Don’t knock knitting,” Maria said. “It sounds very relaxing. But you like this better because you get to drink the wine with me. I don’t think you’d be as appreciative if I knitted you a scarf.”

“Truth. Just, like, just don’t go and develop a drinking problem on my behalf.” 

“So, Jamie wants to move in together,” Lou said. 

“Oh my gosh, did she say that?” 

“No, she would never. But her sister is all talking about moving in with Ian, which just makes Jamie have this constant look, like… the perfect mix of expectation and disappointment at the same time.”

“Moving in together is a big deal,” Maria said.  

“I know, right? But do you think if we moved in together she’d stop swooning for a baby?”

Maria’s eyes went wide. “No! She would do the exact opposite. Lou!”

“That’s why I’m not asking her to move in! I mean, I wouldn’t mind having her there full-time. We’re good in that way, but god, ever since this whole science baby breakthrough. It’s all she ever reads about, thinks about, talks about. Isn’t it wonderful? Isn’t it amazing? Everyone can have a real family together, even people like us… Like, what makes a ‘real’ family anyway? And besides, if I had her baby at my place, who would watch your baby all the time?”

“Thank you, by the way,” Maria said, “for agreeing to watch JoJo. She’s kind of sour over it, but I’ll bring her with me the next time. Twenty-four hours is gonna be rough, even if it’s also fun. I really think we need to focus on each other.”

“In bed…” Lou crooned, and they both laughed. “Can he afford all these trips?”

“He’s paying for this one, I’ll pay for the next. It’s even. It should be, right? Aren’t you a feminist?”

Lou gave her sister a disapproving stare. “I don’t know, equality and all that, but… that money is for you and JoJo. That’s why Joseph left it to you, so you’d be taken care of. Not to spend on your boyfriend.”

“I know,” Maria said. “But anyway, he’s never asked me for money. He’s not like that. He’s not materialistic at all.”

“Does he know you have it?”

“Uh, no, he probably doesn’t.” Maria took a long sip and settled into that new worry, while Lou’s thoughts drifted to her own concerns. She had planned to ask Jamie to sleep over tonight, but now the idea felt loaded. So she thought instead about organizing that girls’ night. Pajamas, board games, and campy movies was a lighter topic to think about. Maria could bring the wine. But trying to sync up everybody’s busy schedules was harder these days as they all settled into their nearly thirty-something careers and relationships.  

“Lou,” Maria said delicately. “You said ‘her’ baby. Not yours together.” 

Lou felt called out. “I did, didn’t I?” Lou nodded, then she let out an exhale so heavy it could blow the whole subject away. Too much reality for a Friday night, and the buzz from this wine was finally kicking in.

“This isn’t bad, by the way,” Lou said. “Kind of like cider, but not too sweet. It could definitely be stronger, though.”

“Then we’d definitely develop a drinking problem,” Maria said. 

— from “boxes and squares #4.2: then have some faith” (2/5)

story notes: = the reason Lou and Jamie are on again, off again, over and over again?

Also, so Maria is a little bit loaded? That’s not meant to be a secret, exactly, but it hasn’t been mentioned for a while. She mentioned it all the way back here, talking about how she didn’t really need to work, but liked to work when Jordan was on the schedule. She receives a military death benefit from the government on Joseph’s behalf, but Joseph also had a bit of family money which he left to Maria and Johanna. It’s not a ridiculous amount, but it’s enough.

Next ->

[mamashenanigans]

“So…why are the humans eating here? Should they not be enjoying their meal alone? Celebrating their kill? Hiding their shame from Yggdrah herself?”

Ember stared at Al from across the small, two-seater table. It was adorned with a simple white tablecloth and their utensils were placed in the perfect position for a fine dining setting. A small, shielded candle sat in the middle, its flame casting an ethereal glow upon the table and Al’s perplexed face.

But Al was making this far harder than it should be. Needed to be. Dammit, the ignorant Ancient was already testing her frayed nerves with his incessant questions. Questions she was sure she had answered multiple times over the past few decades. Though this was the first time Ember decided to bring him to a crowded, affluent restaurant, their prior human food excursions mostly revolved around street vendors and small mom and pop diners.

The look she was giving him finally caught his attention once he was done obnoxiously turning to and fro to gawk at the other patrons.

His eyebrow quirked.

Ember rolled her eyes. “You’re joking, right?”

“Well, the last part, yes!” Al nodded his head enthusiastically with a wide grin. “I’ve been practicing making jokes. You seemed to like the one I made prior!”

”Oh, the one about my stature ten years ago or the one about how the humans may taste during that terrible apartment fire?” She asked with a wooden expression. “I recall hitting you with objects for both of those jokes. Why do you think I actually liked them? By the way, Al, making jokes about Yggdrah is a huge no-no in modern Q’dai society. Ya know, since she disappeared forever-ever ago!” She really wanted to raise her voice, but the atmosphere would be broken, not to mention the possibility of them being thrown out.

Ember had to rely on seething whispers at this point.

“Hmm,” Al answered while his eyes darted around the room. She should have expected as much considering his attention span had turned into that of an excited puppy ever since they entered the restaurant. Ember could only assume it was because of the number of humans gathered here. But they had been in multiple crowded settings before, so why was he so—

She almost jumped out of her seat when she felt Al’s huge hand engulf her own.

“Wha-what are you doing?!” Ember quickly pulled her hand away and tried to hide her face behind the menu. She definitely wasn’t blushing.

“It’s what the others are doing or, at least, the humans that appear to be female and male, as you explained to me. Is this typical of humans when they eat together? Wouldn’t it hinder their ability to devour their food faster?”

”Oh, my god, Al!” Ember held her face in her hands and shook her head. “Not everyone eats like a giant fatass like you!”

”I told you I know what that means now! Why do you insist on continuing to say something that’s supposed to be ‘mean’?”

”Because you are a fatass! Jesus Christ, your Masked form is massive already and I can’t imagine what your real form looks like!” Honestly, it was a tad humorous seeing Al sitting across from her at such a small table. His height alone was daunting, but his girth was practically as wide as the table. She was also catching the curious looks from the other patrons as they tried to make sense of such a large man.

“Why? Do you want me to show you?” He asked with a sly grin.

”No! I don’t want to know!”

”Probably better that way.”

Ember perked up at that, her curiosity piqued, but Al’s attention had already been taken by…the kitchen doors?

Before she could ask him why he’s being stupid, a waiter pushed through the doors and made his way towards them.

“Ah, another couple joining us for a lovely dinner I see!” Ember had to give it up for this guy: he was doing an amazing job holding back his confusion over Al’s unnatural, for a human, size.

Ember went to object to the ‘couple’ part, but Al beat her to it.

”We are a couple of persons, yes!”

She facepalmed.

“Uh, yes, sir! So, can I start you both off with some drinks, perhaps one from our lovely wine selection?”

”No, we’ll just have some ice water—”

”Food. Where is it and how can it be brought before me?”

”Al, I swear to Yggdrah…”

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Just a quick funny little thing I typed up involving two of my OCs from my original work, Y&Y. Had it in my head, but now it’s out!

[jamiliascorner]

SHORT STORY: PART 1

It was in this moment, as he watched her counting his money with a blunt between her lips, that he realized who she was. His woman. Not some hoe who was only with him for his money, not some chick who wanted to use him to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and not some bitch who just wanted to show him off on her arm like some prized possession.

No, Zoe was a real woman. A woman who was down for him in any and every way that he needed her, a woman who did whatever he asked of her and a woman who would kill any nigga or bitch that tried to fuck with him.

She was the true definition of a Lady in the Streets and a Freak in the Sheets.

‘I love this woman,’ He realized. ‘She’s the woman I want by my side at all times, the woman I want to have my kids. Fuck that, she’s the woman I want to make my wife.’

Zoe looked up from counting Marcus’s money and raised a brow. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

A slow smile spread across his lips and he shook his head. “No reason, ma.”

“No reason, huh?” she took a long drag of the blunt and handed it to him. “I know you, Marcus. I know that look.”

He takes the blunt and brings it to his lips. “What look?”

“The look you get when you’re thinking really hard about something,” she laughed. “So, you mind as well tell me.”

Marcus took a long drag and held it in as he kept his eyes on her. ‘Damn! How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?’ he thought. She was just so damn beautiful. He’d hit the jackpot when she agreed to go out with him three years ago.

“Marcus! Nigga, speak!”

He almost choked on the smoke, he’d held in, at her sudden outburst. “Damn, Zoe,” he coughed. “Warn a nigga next time.”

“Well, if your ass stopped staring off into space, like some damn recovering alcoholic who’s just walked into a liquor store for the first time in ten years, then I wouldn’t have had to scare yo’ slow ass.” She laughed.

That laugh! Damn that laugh. No matter how his day was going, he could hear that laugh and everything would just disappear. It would just be them and no one else. Nothing and no one else mattered. It was ‘fuck everyone’. Marcus honestly didn’t know what it was about her that just made his fucking heart start beating erratically, or why his palms got sweaty every time she was around or why he’d kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

Maybe it was her laugh, her smile, the way her ass looked in the shorts she was wearing, her strong head game or how good she fucked him, whatever. All he knew was that she was his, no one else, and he wanted to make sure the whole fucking world knew it.

“Marcus, really? You���re just –”

“Marry me.” He blurted.

He watched her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Wha – what?”

“You heard me, Zoe,” he put out the rest of the blunt and turned to her. “I want you to marry me, Zoe. Become Mrs. Marcus Jones. I want to the whole fuckin world know that you’re my woman and that you belong to me and that if anyone even licks their lips at you, I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at his unconventional way of proposing to her.

“Look, I know a nigga ain’t in school and ya parents don’t like me but –”

She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his to shut him up. “Marcus?” she pressed her forehead against his.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and ask me again.”

He chuckled before taking a big breath and pulling away to meet her gaze. “Marry me, Zoe.”

She smiled widely. “Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Jones. Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

He cocked his head. “So, that’s a yes, right?”

“Uh, nigga, yeah.” She said in a duh tone.

With a smile, Marcus tackled her on the bed, throwing money all over the bed and floor, and pinned her down as he started kissing her. She’d agreed to marry him, a man who’d said he’d never settle down and get married. Now, here he was, happily engaged to a woman he knew, deep down he didn’t deserve but who loved him. He can’t wait to start a family with her.

Just as things were getting heated, Marcus hears his phone going off, signaling he had a message. “Who the fuck is texting me at this time?” he groaned to himself as he leaned over and grabbed his phone.

Message from Kelly:

‘What the fuck does this bitch want now?’ he thought.

He opened the message and he’d swear his heart stopped. His body stiffened, his blood ran cold and he found it hard to breathe.

‘No. No! Fuck! This shit cannot be happening right now!’ he thought as he quickly rolled off Zoe and moved to the edge of the bed. ‘I just fuckin proposed to my girl and now this shit happens? What the fuck, man!’

Marcus ran his hand over his head as he read the message, that bitch Kelly sent, over and over again.

Message from Kelly: Nigga, I’m pregnant. Happy early Father’s Day.

PART 2 COMING SOON

[heavyhitterheaux]

Don't Hurt Yourself Part 3

AN: Andddd we're back! Whew, somebody deserves to get their ass whooped.

Synopsis: After realizing what a big mistake he made, Jack tries to do everything in his power to keep his sanity, save his family, and be the husband you deserve. Only problem is will you actually forgive him?

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first so you know why we want to kill Jackman!

The next few weeks had been a blur for you.

You were still trying to come to terms with what Jack did along with your ex-best friend and as much as you tried to wrack your brain on how things could have gone so wrong so quickly, you just hadn’t be able to come up with the answer as to why that was.

Jack was trying his best.

You can admit that.

He never missed a doctor’s appointment.

He checked in on you daily to make sure that everything was okay with you and the baby.

However, he didn’t know that you had been contemplating actually moving forward with a divorce.

You had been through enough stress during the first half of your pregnancy and now you had been diagnosed with pre-eclampsia so you had to take it easy for the sake of you and the baby. 

However, you didn’t know if it was your instincts or what, but you felt as if Jack was hiding something else from you. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on to what it was, but you damn sure were going to find out. 

That’s where Bianca came in.

“How you feeling today, mamas?”

You had now been put on strict bedrest so Bianca and your sister Vanessa would have to carry out any plans that you had,

“I’m okay. Tired of being in the bed though.”

“And, we don’t want you to go into labor prematurely and right now this is the safest option.” You simply rolled your eyes.

“Well, if it wasn’t for my stupid husband and ex-best friend I wouldn’t have high blood pressure.”

“Um, babe. Those cheese fries you ordered yesterday definitely didn’t help either.”

“Not my fault. That’s what the baby wanted.”

“Totally your fault for giving them to her. She’s going to be addicted. I don’t think I’ve seen you eat anything with nutritional value for your entire pregnancy.”

“Yes I have! Besides, the cheese has calcium in it.”

“Babe, I wouldn’t even call that real cheese. Stop trying to convince yourself.”

“Fine, can you bring me some cherries if we have any?”

“Sure, now that I can do. And no more ordering food and sneaking downstairs to answer the door. Your footsteps aren’t as soft as they used to be.”

“Are you calling me fat, Bianca?”

“No, I’m calling you pregnant now I’ll be back with some HEALTHY snacks for you along with some water.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

When Bianca walked out the room, your phone went off indicating a text from Jack.

Hubby- Baby, I need to be honest with you about something

You- Jackman, please. I don’t know if I can take anymore. What did you do this time?

Hubby- I literally cannot keep this from you and I think Melanie may be pregnant. HOWEVER, it’s not mine. I know for a fact it’s not mine.

You- WHAT

All you could see was red. You knew he was hiding something else from you.

You- JACKMAN THOMAS

Hubby-Babe, I swear I used a condom every single time

You- Every single time? How many times was it?

Hubby- Uh, that’s not important right now.

You- I’m literally going to kill you. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? JUST WHEN I’M ATTEMPTING TO WANT TO FORGIVE YOU AND MOVE PAST THIS SHIT, YOUR DUMBASS HAS TO GO AND GET ANOTHER BITCH PREGNANT? 

Hubby- I know it’s not mine if she is but I have a feeling that she’s lying.

You- Jackman, me and your daughter are about to take a nap. And you better PRAY and pray hard that you aren’t served with divorce papers tomorrow morning. GOOD FUCKING NIGHT.

You had to get your breathing under control and think about this logically.

What motive did she have for lying and saying that she was pregnant?

Simple. She wanted Jack for herself.

At this point, if she really was, she could have him because you were 1000% done with his ass. 

However, you loved him and deep down you knew he still loved you despite the current situation.

Bianca had made her way back into your bedroom and saw the look on your face and was immediately concerned. 

“Oh no, what happened now?” She asked as she set the snack tray down in front of you and handed you a few bottles of water. 

It took you a minute to compose yourself to answer Bianca and when you did, there was nothing but a look of disbelief on her face.

“Melanie might be pregnant and it might be Jack’s.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I wish I was.”

---

After Jack had seen that last message from you, he was now in a panic.

There is no way that he could see himself getting a divorce from you.

You were his soul mate.

His soul mate that he cheated on and betrayed, but still his soul mate nonetheless.

Deep down something was telling him that Melanie was lying.

If this was a ploy for him to leave you and ultimately be in a relationship with her, she definitely had another thing coming. There was no way in the world he was about to do that.

You were a 10, and Melanie was a 6 and that’s on a good day. 

He then sent a text to Urban explaining the situation.

Urban- That is utter bullshit. She has to be lying. I mean she has reason to. She wants you for herself.

Jack- I told Y/N about it and of course if she wanted to fight me before, she wants to kill me now

Urban- You have dug a hole so deep for yourself. I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one without her divorcing you.

Jack- We don’t speak the D word

Urban- Then what do you honestly plan on doing?

Jack- I don’t know, but I need to figure it out and soon.

Urban- As your best friend, I honestly cannot fucking believe you did this shit to Y/N. Like she is everything you always wanted and more.

Jack- I know I fucked up. I just pray I can fix this before it’s too late.

Urban- It might already be too late.

After you had awoken from your nap, you grabbed your phone to see that you had multiple messages from many different people. 

You decided to answer Urban first.

Urban- Mamas, just checking on you. I’m not making any excuses for my best friend, he was dead wrong for what he did, but he’s trying to be better for you, but I understand if you don’t want anything to do with him anymore.

You- Thanks for checking on me. I’m alright. And as far as your best friend goes? If the bitch is pregnant I’m definitely divorcing him. Me and my daughter are going to be fine. I won’t keep them from each other, but if that is the case, what we have is officially OVER.

That hurt like hell for you to say, but it needed to be done.

You were a strong woman who does not take disrespect from anyone. Especially if those people happen to be your husband or soon to be ex-husband in this case and your best friend.

Meanwhile, Melanie was on a mission.

She was plotting to get Jack to divorce you in order to be with her. 

Her plans were falling into place.

You practically hating Jack’s guts.

Threatening him with a divorce.

And oh, pretending that she was pregnant in order to get a rise out of him.

People probably thought she was batshit crazy at this point, but she didn’t care.

Jack should have married her, not you.

She admits you’re the entire package, a true catch.

But, why did everyone always look past her as if she wasn’t there.

You always got everything you wanted. 

You had met Jack, dated for literally six months and was married all within that time frame.

But, she bided her time and specifically began to make her move when you would be the most vulnerable.

While you were pregnant. 

Jack had came to her over concerns over you and since you were her best friend he thought that it was a good reason to come to her for advice.

Oh, how wrong he was.

That conversation ended up with them fucking in the backseat of his jeep.

That’s when she knew she got him and got him good. 

She admits that she didn’t realize that you had caught on to what she was doing and definitely did not anticipate having her plan blow up in her face.

But, at this point, may the best woman win.

And that’s what Melanie had planned on doing. 

---

It had been a few days since Jack had dropped that bombshell on you and you still didn’t know how to feel.

You decided that if you wanted the truth, that you had to go to the source.

Bottom line is, you were convinced that you would have to beat Melanie’s ass for thinking she could infiltrate your marriage and get away with it.

Pregnant or not, that bitch had something coming to her one way or another.

You calmly lifted the comforter off of you and slid on your shoes while grabbing your keys from the nightstand. 

You were going to confront her once and for all.

You were able to calmly sneak out of the house since Bianca had fallen asleep on the couch and Vanessa was nowhere to be found so you were in the clear.

The drive to Melanie’s house was a short one and before you knew it, you were standing outside of her door knocking on it.

She opened it and was startled to see you staring back at her.

“Oh, um hi Y/N.”

“Let me in so we can talk.”

She simply stepped to the side to let you in.

“Did you want to sit down?”

“Nope, this isn’t going to take long.”

“Um, okay.”

“Just wanted to see if it was true.”

“If what was true?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. Are you pregnant or not?”

“Oh, so he told you?”

“Melanie, you have five seconds to tell me the truth.”

“Or, what? What are you going to do, huh?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. And let me reassure you that you definitely do NOT want to find out.”

Just then there was a knock on the door and Melanie went to open it to reveal your husband or soon to be ex-husband, you didn’t really know at the moment.

“Y/N?”

“Well, well, well look who it is. Someone better start talking before I kill both of you.”

“It’s not what it looks like babe I swear! And aren’t you supposed to be on bedrest?”

“Hmm, I think I’ve heard that one before and stop changing the subject.”

“I’m here for one reason and one reason only.”

“And what would that be Jackman?”

“We’re about to find out if she’s really telling the truth. I bought three pregnancy tests for her to take in front of me.”

“Hmm, that actually isn’t a bad idea. That has to be the most intelligent thought that you’ve come up with since I’ve been pregnant, Jack. Go on Melanie. I mean you have no reason to be nervous. I mean if you aren’t lying that is.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to either of you.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong baby. You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since we were 21. I tried to look past it, I truly did but I’m not doing this shit anymore. Take the test. If it’s negative, it’ll show me you are just the lying ass bitch that I knew you were from the beginning and I don’t care if I’m pregnant. I’m kicking your ass for trying to break up my marriage.”

Just then your phone went off indicating that you had a text from Bianca.

Bianca- Y/N!!!! Where are you?! 

You- Had to take care of something. Be back soon.

Bianca- You are supposed to be on bedrest! Get back home, NOW.

You- Won’t be too much longer.

Bianca- Where are you?

You- Melanie’s.

Bianca- Y/N!

You calmly put your phone back in your pocket and Melanie was starting to look nervous.

“Take the test, and stop stalling.”

Melanie was looking everywhere to try and avoid your glare.

“I don’t have to. I’m not.” She quietly said and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re not what? You want to run that one by me again? Speak up. You didn’t have a problem speaking on how you had my husband’s dick in your mouth so say it with your chest.”

“Was that last part really necessary?”

“Not now, Jackman and you have some nerve for even saying anything. Now, Melanie, I’m waiting.”

“I’m not pregnant. So there is no need for me to take it.”

“So, you basically did all this shit for no reason?” Jack asked with a look of disbelief on his face.

You and Jack exchanged a look not really buying it for one second.

That’s what Melanie was now known for.

Being a liar and being a manipulator.

“Take the test.” Jack calmly said as he passed her the bag.

“I.. I don’t have to. I can’t have kids. I’m infertile. Look I was jealous, okay? You always got everything you ever wanted and it wasn’t fair for me to just sit on the sidelines. Look, I... I’m sorry.” Melanie confessed as her eyes started to water. 

All you could see was red. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Next thing you knew, Jack was trying to pull you off of Melanie.

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[moemoemammon]

Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now! 

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d  think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

[1d1195]

Therapy II

Part I

Warnings: 18+ content mentioned

“Do you even know any single guys?” She said knowingly. “I’m not doing this to mean, I honestly thought the idea of you finding your own date would be the death of you...”

So naturally she thought of the one date that would be the death of her. She muted her phone as her friend rambled.

“Harry,” she said breathlessly. He looked up at her with a grin and was about to ask her what was going on, but she continued hurriedly before her friend got suspicious. “I need you to be my date to my friend’s birthday dinner. Everyone is bringing a date and she’s about to set me up with someone I don’t even—”

“Sure, kitten,” he said sweetly without even missing a beat and then just looked back at his book. “Just write it on the calendar,” he told her. Then flipped the page.

*

Would you mind if I came and grabbed something to eat? Or you can bring it to me if you don’t mind. I just don’t want to bother you and your friends. The text message read.

Harry got up from the couch with his friends as they watched the game with intense gazes, they hardly noticed Harry had gotten up. I’ll bring it to you. He didn’t want his friends to see her and get any ideas. He needed to slowly introduce her. So, they didn’t drool over her. Plus, if she was still half naked, he would definitely start a fight over her. He grabbed the Tupperware from the fridge labeled Friday. She was really good at meal prepping and all that, so he heated it in the microwave.

“That smells good, you’re holding out on the good stuff, Harry?” Niall called over his shoulder not moving his eyes from the screen.

“S’not mine. S’not for you either,” he smirked.

“Oooh, is it for kitten,” Louis chuckled. They had heard about her since he moved in. “She on her way home?” He asked.

He wouldn’t lie to his friends. “Uh...no. She’s in her room.”

There wasn’t much that could pull Niall and Louis away from a football game. “Well, are you going to introduce us?” Niall wondered. This was the one thing that could pull them away. Harry had told them all about his sweet kitten and how she was going to be the death of him. They were anxious to meet her.

“No,” he said simply. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, the heated food from the microwave and he started down the hall for her room. He could hear them following. He stopped and turned. “Please don’t scare her,” he said and eyed them both. “I like living here.” They were smiling mischievously ready to ask her a hundred questions. They looked at each other.

“Scare her?” Louis questioned.

“We would never!” Niall continued.

Harry sighed. “Kitten,” he knocked on her door. “M’friends want to meet you.”

“Uh...” he heard a tiny clatter—the sound of her book hitting the floor. Niall and Louis waited impatiently behind Harry. Niall was grinning like a madman and Louis was rocking back and forth on his feet. They looked like children who just played a prank on their sibling. Not grown adults with real jobs that were about to meet their friend’s roommate.

A roommate so utterly pretty and lovely that his heart just twisted to think about not being near her after only a month of knowing her. “Just a second,” he could hear the rustle of her making her bed again and she was straightening. It seemed silly to do all that for his friends. But she was so good about being perfect. It made his heart flutter as he waited patiently. She pulled the door out of the way.

“M’sorry,” Harry said immediately and then he was shoved out of the way doing everything he could to keep her food from spilling all over the floor.

“Whoa,” Niall said simply. He was drinking her in. Harry wanted to kill him.

“Kitten, a pleasure to meet you!” Louis said quickly sticking his hand out to take hers and then kissed her knuckles. “We’ve heard so much about you. I simply cannot wait to have these brownies Harry won’t shut up about,” he said.

“M’very interested in the cupcakes, m’self,” Niall said and ducked his head to kiss her on the cheek. “Harry said you have a secret ingredient, and you won’t tell him,” he said.

She giggled cutely and Harry waited patiently to the side of the door while his friends ogled over his roommate. He felt awkward. With the exception of covering her, he tried to stay out of her room. There was one time with a spider, and a picture that needed hanging, but it was strictly business. “That’s right,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you both,” she said sweetly. “I offered to bake something, but Harry said no,” she explained.

They turned to him and looked utterly betrayed. “You denied her baking and us the products?” Louis asked.

“She doesn’t—”

“Kitten, if you ever want to bake something for me, do not let Harry stop you,” Niall said resting a hand on her shoulder. “He’s an idiot.”

She grinned. “I-I can still make something,” she said looking at Harry a bit nervously. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but she really would still bake something for them. Harry knew she would. He wasn’t denying her. He just really wanted to not bother her and take advantage of her kindness.

“No,” he said definitively. She was too much for him and he wanted to protect her. Even if she didn’t really need protecting from his friends. “Y’need to eat.”

“Oh yes, right,” Louis took the food from Harry’s hands. “The reason we’re in here. This smelled really good too, next time you make it, you should make extra,” he told her handing it to her with a wink. Niall took the water bottle from Harry and placed it beside her as well. He patted her head sweetly. Harry wanted to kill them.

“There ya go, kitten,” Niall smiled impishly and sat beside her on the bed. Harry really wanted to kill him.

“She’ll actually make y’some, don’t tease her about it,” Harry chided.

“S’pretty easy to make,” she told Louis and looked at Harry. “I don’t mind.” He rolled his eyes from the doorway—mad that his friends were invading her personal space while he felt like he couldn’t. “I can make something after I eat,” she said sweetly again.

“Y’don’t have to, kitten,” Harry said folding his arms over his chest.

“Stop denying her the pleasure of baking,” Niall said shaking his head. He looked right at her. “He’s so inconsiderate,” he rolled his eyes.

“The worst,” she said taking a bite of her food with a sweet grin and winked at Harry. He rolled his eyes but the wink in his direction melted another piece of his heart. He softened at her sarcastic joke and sighed heavily. He wasn’t going to win against his two best friends and the sweet girl he adored so much.

“Okay, well, we’ll let y’eat in peace,” he said, and he grabbed Louis by the shoulder as he ran his fingers over her books on the shelf. “D’you mind?” he grumbled pulling him from the shelf.

“She’s way too smart for you, Harold,” he told her knowingly. She giggled in response, but Harry swore he saw her cheeks pink at Louis’ assessment.

“Enough, Louis,” he said shoving him out of her room before he got any more ideas put in Harry’s head that would never be. They were just roommates...that was it. “Niall, pretty sure I heard a goal,” he said knowingly.

“Sorry, kitten, that’s my cue,” he said pecking her on the cheek again and then following Louis back to the living room. Jealousy coursed through his veins because while he had no problem pecking her with a kiss and being a bit affectionate—he wanted to be the only one to do that too her. It was irrational and stupid to feel that way.

“M’sorry,” Harry repeated shyly looking at her from the doorway.

“That was cute,” she giggled around another bite of food. “I like them,” she said sweetly. Of course she did. They were Harry’s friends. “I can make brownies,” she said.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I wouldn’t want to deny you of anything you want to do,” he said knowingly. She giggled cutely again. Harry loved that giggle. He would put it on a record if he could.

“I’ll be out in a bit...and not for nothing, Harry: my friends will be way worse when they meet you,” she said sighing heavily.

He smirked. He was grateful she understood that was annoying and hard to watch. “Can’t wait,” which was definitely, not a lie.

He closed her door so she could eat in peace without hooligans bothering her. He returned to the living room ready for the onslaught of questions. “She’s an absolute smoke show,” Niall whispered peering down the hall just in case she was listening.

“Shut up,” Harry practically growled. He agreed with him in some ways...but that wasn’t how he would say it. She was stunning, beautiful, alluring, captivating, he could go on. Smoke show sounded so juvenile compared to her beauty.

“No wonder y’don’t come out anymore,” Louis smirked. “I wouldn’t either if she was around,” he said wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.

“Seriously, shut it,” he repeated.

“We’re not going to take her from you, Harold,” Niall rolled his eyes. “Would be easy, but we won’t.” Harry bristled with annoyance but ignored his taunt if only because he knew both were happily taken. “No wonder you didn’t want us to meet her. She’s hot as hell.” They didn’t even know she was so much more than that.

“She’s not just hot,” he grumbled.

Louis smiled at his friend and winked at Niall. “Course not, Harry. She’s so sweet. We’re just teasing you. Take your time with her. We just like her, is all.”

And Harry was glad his friends liked her. “Y’won’t tell the others that she’s pretty, will you?” He asked them shyly.

Niall cheered as his team scored again. “No...that’s something they’ll need to see in person.”

“We’ll tell them she looks like a troll,” Louis promised with a grin. Harry glared at him and was about to tell him something mean when the object of all his affection appeared from her room and entered the kitchen.

“Do you want walnuts or anything in the brownies?” She asked putting her dish in the sink. Niall and Louis both looked at her and then turned to Harry. They stared at him with a knowing smirk. The same one on both their faces. They knew he was done for it was only a matter of time. So did Harry.

“Kitten, you are the sweetest,” Louis said simply.

*

Another month passed before Harry met her friends.

“Just ask him, he probably gets asked all the time!” It wasn’t her voice. He was barely awake having just woken from his coma nap. This was the last week before his vacation started. The one he so desperately needed, and he could feel it in every nerve of his body. It felt lame to start with a three-hour nap in the middle of the day, but he needed it. She warned him of her friends coming over.

“That is precisely why I will not ask him. He works all day. M’not gonna have him work when he gets home.”

“I bet he could get you to cum faster than anyone,” he heard the second voice say.

“When’s the last time you had an orgasm that your vibrator didn’t give you?” She wondered. The silence was deafening. Harry’s heart ached for her. “That’s tragic,” she said. It really was. “I want to give you one,” she said. Harry couldn’t argue with that either.

“Oh my God,” she said simply. “Why did I even invite you guys over?”

“We were supposed to meet Harry!” The other voice cried.

“He’s asleep,” she said. “He’s had a long week,” she said knowingly.

“Let’s go look at him!”

“You’re a fucking creep, no. In fact. Why don’t we go get dinner? You can meet him later.”

“Look, your roommate is chef? Instant food tester. Your roommate is a fashion designer? Free clothes. Yours is a sex therapist. You should be cashing in on free orgasms at least once a day. Maybe even twice. I bet he would love to give you one.” He couldn’t disagree with their assessment. He knew she was probably mortified. But he liked that idea too. Not because it made her uneasy, but because she was adorable, and they were right. He wanted to fuck her senseless, taste her, touch her, finger her, kiss her, breathe every part of her in and then do it again as soon as humanly possible. He wanted to make her feel good because she was stunning and lovely and he doesn’t know who decided in heaven he should meet her, but he would pray every night in thanks.

“It’s harder for some women,” she said knowingly. That was true and Harry would bet all the money he had that she had spent many nights scouring the internet for what was wrong with her. It was something he heard in his office all too frequently. He felt bad she did that. It probably made her apprehensive about having sex in general and he knew that was no way to live. It’s not like her friends were being all that loud, but Harry was on high alert for her as always. Listening to her talk was his favorite thing. Once a week she called her mum and chatted for well over an hour. It was one of his favorite times of the week to eavesdrop on part of the conversation just to listen the melodic voice. She sang in the shower in the morning, and it was by far the best way for Harry to wake up. She was dreamy. Every part of her.

Plus, the chance to learn some inside information about her? He was surely a happy camper.

He needed to make some noise though that he was awake and aware so they wouldn’t find out he was just eavesdropping on a very sensitive topic. He knocked his water bottle off his nightstand, so it clattered loudly. “Shit,” he hissed tiredly faking that he’d been asleep for the last few moments.

“Shit,” she repeated under her breath.

“Oh, thank god,” one of the other girls said quietly. Harry smirked.

“Hey kitten!” He called.

There was the distinct sound of someone smacking someone else and he swore she actually growled. “Hey!” She called back cheerfully.

“You still going out tonight?” He wondered yawning through the question. He always wanted to be an actor. He already knew the answer.

“Yeah...” she sighed. “Uh...my friends are here now, actually. They would like to meet you before we go if you’re...not busy,” she grumbled at the end.

He chuckled quietly. “Just a minute,” he said.

“Shut up, just shut up!” She hissed under her breath while Harry fixed himself a bit. “I swear to God...if you scare him off, you’ll be paying the other half of my rent,” she said glaring at her friends. One snickered and sipped the drink she had been milking since she got here waiting to go out. The other held her hands up defensively. She could see Harry coming down the hall before they saw him, and he grinned at her so sweetly it melted her in place. He was too handsome. Too smart. Too perfect. They were going to ruin this. Sleepy Harry was a treasure to behold. His cheeks a little puffy and his eyes were glassy green. He was just so sexy it ached her to the core. “Sorry,” she said quietly to the hallway.

Their bodies snapped to attention and turned to him. They froze in place at the sight of him. “Hi, ladies,” he said gently. “S’nice to meet you,” he said and stepped toward each one to give a hug and peck on the cheek. “Sorry, m’a bit affectionate,” he said sheepishly in greeting. She knew that all too well and it still made her utterly jealous of her friends to be the ones receiving Harry’s hugs. He was so warm and lovely. She knew it wasn’t fair, but it was Harry.

As he turned to her second friend the other looked back at her and her jaw dropped. Oh my God, she mouthed at her. She rolled her eyes and blew a breath out in exasperation. “We’re going to dinner and then maybe get some drinks after,” she said again reminding them of the plan and they would not be monopolizing Harry’s time.

“Sounds like a nice night, I’ll be here if y’need a ride home or something,” he said kindly.

“Ooh, we may have to take you up on that. Once she starts drinking it leads to dancing...once she starts dancing, it’s all over,” her friend giggled and the other followed suit.

“A dancer, huh?” He said mischievously eyeing her suspiciously. It melted her like butter on the spot. “Didn’t tell me you enjoyed dancing, kitten,” he remarked. “I have t’see that,” he chuckled.

She shook her head instantly. “You will not. I don’t enjoy it. Alcohol-in-me-me does,” she explained.

He laughed and her friends were in awe of him; nearly speechless thank goodness. “Please tell me there are videos,” he inquired the pair of friends as he leaned against the counter. He smirked at his sweet kitten. She was lovely and he would love to see her dance.

“Oh, Harry. We will definitely make sure there’s a video.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Okay on that note, we should get going.”

“Bye kitten, be careful,” he chuckled as she forcibly shoved her friends toward the door. “Don’t forget the video,” he stage-whispered.

“I heard that,” she grumbled.

“You were supposed to!” He sang.

The door slammed shut. “He’s so hot,” he heard it from behind the closed door.

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. Harry smirked gathering the things he needed for his dinner tonight. He was grateful she wasn’t immune to him like he previously thought, and he smiled all night thinking of her little intoxicated self, dancing her little heart out. He prayed they remembered the video.

*

It wasn’t too bad at first. She had some food in her system, she had two drinks at dinner. They talked about their jobs, she explained she was doing really well and on track to earn a promotion by the end of the quarter. They only asked ten questions about Harry—she put a limit on the number allowed.

But then they made it to the bar. She never drank in excess so having more than three drinks...that was too much for her. Too much and she was too in love with Harry.

It was a stupid idea to think she could do this and not talk about Harry the entire time. Her friends found it entertaining knowing that she was long overdue for a guy that would treat her right and make her smile the way Harry did.

Drinking was supposed to take her mind off him, but naturally it only amplified the thoughts of green eyes, curly hair, and pink lips that seemed utterly too sinful. She had so many questions for him in her head that her sober mind would never ask. She never got drunk it was a great way for her to lose control of herself and she was terrified of looking stupid.

“I think I love Harry,” she pouted at her friends tossing her head back to get the last bit of her drink down. He was the only thing her brain could comprehend right now. The smile, the voice, the body. He was so smart and so sweet. He was created in a lab. Surely.

“I don’t blame you,” she giggled as she grabbed onto her friend to keep her from stumbling when she tossed her head back to stand straight. “He’s quite taken with you too, I think,” she said knowingly. She looked at her friend in surprise and shook her head hurriedly. There was no way he liked her. She was just his roommate. And he probably had sex appointments with girls that would cum just by him breathing on them.

“There’s no way he likes me,” she grumbled bitterly asking for another drink from the bartender but unbeknownst to her, her friend signaled for it to be a water. She downed that drink as soon as it was in her hand too.

Her other friend had her phone for safe keeping. She saw long before she needed to that the phone was going to get lost...or she was lost...or she would accidentally call Harry and confess her love to him. “Don’t worry. We won’t tell him.” She promised.

*

“Hi, kitten. Having fun?” He asked answering the phone on the second ring when he saw her name pop up on his screen interrupting the music he was listening to while he read. A quiet Friday night.

“Hi Harry,” her friend said with a giggle. “She is very drunk.”

He chuckled standing up immediately, marking the page in his book, shutting off the lights and making his way toward the door to put his shoes on. “Dancing?” He asked, grabbing his keys off the table by the door as he started for the lobby of the apartment building.

“Oh, so much,” she said. “She won’t leave with us. She says you have to get her. Normally we would fight her...drag her into the Uber...but—”

His heart fluttered at the idea she wanted him and no one else. He could only think about how she said his name in her sleep. She must have liked him as much as he liked her. Well...probably only almost. There was no way anyone, in the history of mankind, liked anyone as much as he liked her. “Oh, she’s going t’hate that in the morning,” he chuckled. “Be there soon, just text me the address.”

*

“Harry!” She cheered the second she caught sight of him. The bouncer had barely put a stamp on his hand when she took off running toward him. She was quick for a tipsy thing. Didn’t even stumble. Her friends shook their head at her as she bolted away from them, but they were just grateful she was no longer trying to climb the table. They looked at Harry gratefully as they waved at him.

“Oof,” Harry grunted catching her as she finally made it to him. This was perhaps the best, most sweetest thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. Her body felt so warm against him, and he was aching to hold her like this and while he wished she was sober for it, he would forever thank their alumni association for setting up those profile pages just for the chance to hold her like this. If he wouldn’t worry about her liver for the rest of his life, he would have considered letting her get drunk every day just to have her catapult herself at him every night. “Well, hi,” he chuckled wrapping one arm around her waist and rubbing his free hand up and down her back as she nuzzled her face into his chest.

“I missed you,” she said into his shirt. He would have been okay with the world ending right in that moment if it was the last thing to ever happen to him. If she was the last person to ever speak to him and say those words.

His heart sang and he nodded with the happiest smile on his face. He probably looked utterly smitten and stupidly in love and he didn’t care because he really was. She was so lovely. “Missed you, too, kitten,” he chuckled, and her friends handed off her phone to Harry.

“Good luck, Harry,” she said shaking her head.

“He didn’t see me dancing, right?” She asked nervously turning back to the pair of them. They snorted with laughter shaking their heads. One turned back for the bar.

“Not this time,” he answered with a smirk. “Maybe next time.”

“Oh, you’re taking her out then, if there’s a next time.”

That was fine by Harry.

*

“A date?!” She asked her phone as she tossed her dishes in the sink and looked to the calendar hung on the side of the fridge. In a week she had a date that she didn’t even ask for. A date for her friend’s birthday dinner at some fancy restaurant. “M’sorry, have you met me?” She wondered. Hearing the d-word sent him spiraling because he thought he would implode seeing another man pick her up from their apartment...or worse bring her home. “Well...why do I have to have one? S’just...” She glanced at Harry who hadn’t even moved hearing her words.

“We have one lined up for you,” her friend said.

She gaped. “You...you have one for me?” She asked incredulously.

“You remember him,” and she gave a description of the guy from one of their shared upper-level accounting classes. He was fine. But he wasn’t Harry, and she hadn’t spoken a word to him since their class.

“M’not going with him. Please tell me you didn’t ask him.”

“You have to go with someone!” She said. “Everyone else has a date!”

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. “Can’t I bring someone I know?” She wondered.

“Do you even know any single guys?” She said knowingly. “I’m not doing this to mean, I honestly thought the idea of you finding your own date would be the death of you...”

So naturally she thought of the one date that would be the death of her. She muted her phone as her friend rambled.

“Harry,” she said breathlessly. He looked up at her with a grin and was about to ask her what was going on, but she continued hurriedly before her friend got suspicious. “I need you to be my date to my friend’s birthday dinner. Everyone is bringing a date and she’s about to set me up with someone I don’t even—”

“Sure, kitten,” he said sweetly without even missing a beat and then just looked back at his book. “Just write it on the calendar,” he told her. Then flipped the page.

She felt tongue-tied as she processed his reply before she finished her explanation. “You will?” She said in surprise. He nodded easily while he continued reading. “Y’don’t have to if you—”

“Kitten, I’d love to, your friend is on the phone,” he reminded her. Truthfully, he wanted to pick her up and spin her around because the idea of being her date sent him to the moon, around the solar system, and all around their apartment. So being short with his response was his only saving grace along with the cover of hiding behind the pages of the book he was now only pretending to read.

“Harry will go with me!” She said quickly into the phone. It was quiet for a moment as she interrupted her friend’s rambling while she thought that over.

“Harry is still single?” She said back in shock.

She sighed heavily. “Yes.”

“For the love of God, will you please fuck him already and get it over with?” she begged. Her face turned bright red, and she turned toward the fridge so Harry wouldn’t see. “You deserve a certified sex therapist orgasm as much as a certified sex therapist date.”

“I am not going to do that.”

“We’ll see...tell Harry he needs a suit. I bet you don’t even last through dinner.”

*

She was wrong. She did last through dinner. But only because Harry had to come straight from work to meet them at the restaurant so he would get there on time. She imagined if they had gotten ready together at home, she might not have made it. She waited outside the restaurant while her friends checked in at the hostess stand when Harry started walking up.

To say he looked like a model would have been an insult to him because he simply should have been on every cover of every fashion magazine on the planet. He looked like a James Bond double, and she desperately wanted to leave the party before it started and somehow find the strength to convince Harry that they should make out for the rest of the night. He was sexy, handsome, and she was floored he agreed to be her date. It took every bit of her strength to keep her jaw from unhinging.

Harry didn’t see her waiting outside yet. He was adjusting his jacket, his hair, his watch, everything before he entered the restaurant hoping he wasn’t late. He wanted to make a good impression on the whole group of friends and wanted to look good for his lovely kitten. When he finally looked up at the entrance he nearly stopped in his tracks. His heart actually skipped a beat and he blinked in surprise as she sent a little wave in his direction.

Breathtaking was an understatement. Angelic was insulting. Beautiful was too mundane. There was literally not a word that described how gorgeous she looked. Her hair flowed in wavy curls around her face making her look like a princess. Her skin glowed in contrast to the bright blue of her dress.

Oh, the dress.

A slit ran up her thigh and he wanted to follow it with his tongue. It hugged every curve of her body so tastefully. Harry wasn’t even an artist, but he felt the need to paint her. He had to remind himself that getting excited to meet the rest of her friends would not be appropriate. He cleared his throat and continued forward.

“Wow, kitten,” he said softly as he made it to her side. He could feel his entire heart melting in his chest, and he knew he wouldn’t make it through the night without telling her his feelings. “You look...” he shook his head. “Captivating,” he decided on. It still was a gross understatement, but it would suffice. He took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

She smiled, her cheeks warming at his appraisal. “Captivating, huh?” She asked shyly.

“Extremely. You always are...but...” he murmured looking over her face. She was covered in makeup, and he wanted to say she didn’t need it, but it looked like the most beautiful painting on her face and only enhanced how gorgeous she was...and enhanced how much he adored her. “Gonna upstage the birthday girl,” he smiled knowingly. He kept his hand in hers, used his other hand to trace her palm and fingers with his fingertip.

“You look incredible,” she told him and squeezed his fingers.

“M’not late, am I?” He asked nervously unable to take his eyes off her face.

“No, I just...didn’t want you to have to walk in alone. You’re doing me a huge favor here,” she reminded him. “Another couple is just a few minutes behind...the birthday girl is arriving a bit after that.”

His heart continued to melt at her thoughtfulness as she explained the situation. “Y’didn’t need to wait, kitten,” he said softly. She nodded simply.

“Yeah...I really did,” she said softly and squeezed his fingers again. He knew they must have looked idiotic standing outside the restaurant gazing at each other like lovesick idiots. But it was the best thing that could have happened to him in that moment. “Plus...m’not big on heels and you’re gonna have to make sure I don’t trip walking in there,” she smirked.

He grinned and nodded. “Don’t worry, kitten,” he said softly, placing a secure hand on her lower back as he opened the door for her and ushered her inside. His hand was just above the curve of her dress that extenuated the bum. “I won’t let you fall.”

But she knew it was already a lie.

*

Her friends that had already met him were not surprised he cleaned up nice. The others took to him warmly, the men in the group intrigued by his line of work to say the least. Harry was wonderful, not that this surprised her. She knew she was staring at him and her friends pointed this out by repeatedly taking turns to tap her shin under the table.

Dinner seemed endless.

Harry kept his hand in her lap for the better part of the evening while they weren’t actively eating. Squeezing her fingers as a reminder he was beside her while they chatted with her friends. When she was eating her dessert, Harry had opted for an after-dinner tea and so he let his hand rest on her thigh, letting his thumb stroke careful circles against the fabric of her dress and making her ache to her core further.

But finally, Harry was ushering her to the car, opening her door like the gentleman he was and making sure her dress was all inside before closing the door. He grinned at her as he pulled out of the parking lot making the short trip back to their apartment. They were quiet, and bravely she reached out and put her hand on his thigh rubbing a small circle against his pants. He thought he might crash the car. Instead, he put his fingers through hers and held it there while he made it home.

He held each of the doors as they walked up to their apartment, hand in hand. Again, they were silent but happy. She giggled at him when one of their neighbors asked if she won the beauty pageant and Harry responded “yes, absolutely,” very quickly and enthusiastically.

“I gotta get these heels off,” she said as soon as they were inside. He chuckled at her taking a seat on the couch, untying his shoes and undoing his bowtie while she went to the kitchen to put her leftovers in the fridge and started untangling herself from her strappy heels. Her phone started vibrating. The birthday girl—must have forgotten something or needed some picture ASAP.

“Yes?” she said tapping the speaker button as she started with the second strap of her shoe.

“Please tell me you’re going to beg Harry to fuck you now that you spent the entire night eye-banging him,” she said.

“Oh my God,” she choked out in shock. Her fingers locked her phone as she attempted to tap every button her screen desperately trying to hang up. She fell to the floor in a mess of her shoes, purse, her leftover bag tipping, her phone...her stupid phone. She was shaking trying to stop her friend from revealing any more secrets.

“You deserve an actual orgasm, my friend--,” she said knowingly.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She hissed at the phone.

“Especially from a sex therapist! He even looked like he was ready to give you one at the table in front of everyone.” She finally managed to hang up her phone and promptly threw it across from her seat to the dining room. She pressed her hands to her face and tried to quell the emotion in her throat before she threw up or cried or both. She refused to look up. If she looked up, she was afraid Harry would laugh at her or make fun of her...or worse...reject her.

He cleared his throat after a moment. “Kitten,” he said softly. She shook her head trying to not hear him. She wanted to die right there. How embarrassing.

“She’s—” she could hardly breathe.

“Kitten,” he whispered again kneeling beside her. He grabbed her food and set it flat for the moment.

“Harry,” she croaked embarrassedly. “I’m...” her lips were moving trying to figure out what to say to make this moment less horrible.

“Kitten,” he said firmly, and he tilted her chin up so she would look at him. “M’gonna kiss you, now,” he told her rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. Her breath caught in her throat, and she didn’t trust her voice at all, so she just nodded.

As good as Harry looked, he tasted even better.

His lips moved over hers so expertly she knew she would be done for if she asked him what her friend suggested. He was gentle but firm and of course the ache between her legs was amplified by her need to taste him for as long as possible.

He pulled away briefly looking to get her shoe off and he pulled her to her feet. She was only standing a moment before he somehow managed to weave his arm through the slit of her dress, drape it away from her body so he could scoop her up and place her on the counter. He settled his waist between her hips and cupped the sides of her face before he kissed her deeply again. She wound her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her pulling him in with her legs.

“Bedroom?” He asked. She nodded, still unsure of her voice. “Hey kitten?” He wondered between kisses as he carried her down the hall to her room.

“Yeah?” She asked nervously.

“You don’t have to beg,” he said impishly. She wrinkled her nose at him and smacked him against the chest as he placed her on the bed carefully. He chuckled at her which caused her to giggle. “I’ve been dying t’give you an orgasm since I move in.”

“Just kiss me again, Harry,” she said.

“Anything you want, kitten.”

[phantomrose96]

Old Wounds

Danny’s secret is not a secret anymore.

The lines between Fenton and Phantom have long since blurred. And it’s a common occurrence for news reporters to trip over their tongue when flagging him down, mid-transformation, for a post-fight interview. “Phanton.” “Fentom.” So often that, to most now, he is just Danny.

When Danny wants upgrades to his gear, he comes to his mother. When Danny learns a quirky new element of Ghost Zone lore, he brings it to his father. When the Amity Park Ghost Alarm is raised, he’s first on the scene with the Fenton RV right on his non-corporeal heels.

When he’s injured, Danny comes only to his friends and sister.

Jazz notices the pattern. How it is only her, or only Sam, or only Tucker who receives the late-night knock at the window glass, with her brother on the other side, corny sheepish smile on display and arm or leg or shoulder held up in explanation.

Jazz notices how hushed Danny remains, day or night, when he comes to her for first aid. How he speaks in that same hesitant muted tone as he did when all of this was still a secret. How he quiets himself in the way injured prey animals do.

Jazz doesn’t feel it’s her place to ask. Not yet, at least. Eventually. But not yet.

The window is open. Honeysuckle-sweet gusts of late-spring air swirl through Jazz’s room and tease away the sheen of sweat that has collected on her brow. She cannot wipe it away herself, not with both hands meticulously occupied in tweezering out the singed fabric from her brother’s arm.

Danny winces, and hisses, and Jazz frees another thread from its embedded hold in Danny’s burn wound.

“It’s kind of like… summer vacation when we were kids and we’d get splinters visiting Aunt Alicia’s lake house,” Jazz remarks with another careful tug. “…If we can call it a lake house.”

“Lake shed,” Danny replies, grinning through the sweat shining on his pale face. “And I think every part of that dock was an OSHA violation.” He laughs through another wince.

“Dad was the king of tweezers. I think he got out every splinter that dock ever gave me.” Jazz pauses. “I wonder why that was. Think it’s the needlepoint?”

“It’s definitely the needlepoint,” Danny agrees.

Jazz hesitates on the question lingering behind her tongue. Just a little too long. Just a little too obviously.

“What?” Danny asks.

Jazz’s hand falters. She puts the tweezers down. “Danny, I will always always be happy to help you like this. Same goes for Sam, same goes for Tucker, I know. I’m positive. But I wonder why… not Mom or Dad?” Jazz eyes the tweezers, glinting in the moonlight. “I’m just… I’m thinking how much cleaner this might be if you got Dad to do it. And Mom’s got like, wilderness survival level first aid expertise. I can’t help thinking I’m hurting you more by it being… me, you know?”

Danny looks at her, and looks past her a moment. His grin slips a fraction into discomfort as his eyes leave hers. “Maybe I just like the excuse to invade your room.”

“Danny…” Jazz waits until he looks at her again. “Are you afraid they’ll make you stop if they realize you’re getting injured?”

Danny lets out a puff of air from behind his lips. “No, never. I mean, maybe if I got really really injured they’d say something. But just getting a little roughed up? I think it’s about on par with a kid coming home from football practice with a few scrapes, at least, in their eyes. They get more banged up than me these days. I’m not worried.”

Jazz reaches for the bottle of disinfectant. She unscrews the cap to a biting alcohol smell. “…So will you tell me why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you won’t ever go to them with injuries? Ever?”

Cotton swab, pure silver under the moonlight. Jazz douses it gently, a muted glug-glug from the bottle.

“…I’m that obvious about it, huh?”

“You’re obvious about most things. This’ll be cold.” Jazz applies the swab to the open wound, and Danny hisses in turn.

“Yeah. Cold. And stingy. Cold and stingy.” After a few seconds, the tension eases out of Danny’s body. He droops a little, shoulders slumped, and Jazz pulls the cotton swab away.

“Are you ashamed of your injuries?”

“No.”

“Are you worried Mom and Dad’ll make them worse?”

“Nah. You said it yourself, those two are weird, unconventional medical experts.”

“Then why not?”

A beat of silence follows. A moment of trepidation. Awash in moonlight, Danny looks up at her, and the glow in his green eyes has a life of its own. “I don’t want them to see the injuries that have already healed.”

“Why would that be a problem?” Jazz looks again. Danny’s suit covers most everything, save now for the one sleeve that’s been rolled back. She sees what she already knew was there – what isn’t obvious to the eye not searching – threads of white ridges, puckers of skin, a faded rashy texture of what had once been an ectoblast burn. Old injuries. Long healed. Faded and fading further. “Those are all healed now. Just some scars, right…?”

Danny hesitates.

“I don’t want them to figure out how many of those scars they caused.”

A gust of wind steals the antiseptic smell from the room. Jazz sits with the silence. She thinks, and she processes.

“Oh…”

Danny straightens. “They kind of… live in this world where hunting ghosts is all fun and games, you know? Like it’s a sport, like they can just get into go-mode and jump into the fun. I don’t think they’ve figured out yet that they can—could—did …cause damage.”

Danny adjusts himself on Jazz’s bed, one leg pulled up, body angled to face her directly. He doesn’t let his eye contact wander now. “They both apologized. Definitely. Like that definitely happened, back at the start of this. But it was kind of like ‘We must’ve given you so much trouble Danny! How’d you come home every day and not bite our heads off over that?’ Like. Again. Like it’s a game. Like they’d been knocking my chess pieces over for a year and not—”

Danny falters. He raises his uninjured arm and tucks the hair away from his face. “And I don’t… want it to click for them. What I have right now with Mom and Dad is so nice… It’s so much better than I even imagined. I want it to stay like this. Forever, if possible.”

“Danny…”

“And even that actually—maybe I’m actually wrong about that. Completely wrong. About their reaction, I mean. It’s possible maybe they’d see everything and just go,” Danny deepens his voice, “‘Wow! We did a number on you, huh? Man Danny I don’t know how you didn’t just smack us over the breakfast table every morning.’ you know? Like that. Like this was all just always a game. And they—and I-- …I like how relaxed ghost hunting is with them. I actually like that it feels like a game. I don’t ever want to go back to feeling how scared and afraid and unsafe and hurt I was that first year. ...But I’m afraid of how it would feel to know that maybe they’d see that, look at it all, everything they did and the scars like the actual proof and it—if it wouldn't ever be real to them. If they'd never get that it was like that. If they still wouldn’t realize—you know? That they—if they—I don’t uh…” Danny drops his eyes, and he shrinks in on himself. “I don’t know how to explain it…”

“No I—Danny I know what you’re saying. Don’t worry. Danny, I—”

“Either answer. Any answer. I don’t want to know… I don’t actually want to know.” Danny angles himself away again, feet dropped over the side of Jazz’s bed, staring down at the hands in his lap. “If it would horrify them, then I’d be ruining all the good things I have with them right now. And if it wouldn’t horrify them—” Danny falls quiet. The breeze has stilled. The room is colder now. “…then I think I just don’t ever want to know.”

Jazz nods, and nods harder.

“I get it. I get it. That’s a good enough answer for me, Danny, I promise. I’m your first aid person, okay? I won’t ask again. Thanks for… thanks for telling me, Danny.”

"Can always trust you to bring up the difficult conversations huh? Of course that's always been your thing. Talking to you is--well I'd say it's like pulling teeth, but maybe it's more like pulling ecto-demolished hazmat suit fabric out of a burn wound."

Danny offers a sheepish grin - it's an olive branch, a request to lighten the mood. Jazz meets it with her own small grin that does not touch her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I'm your older sister. It's my job to be a pain. Now sit still, I need to be more of a pain if we're gonna de-hazmat suit your injury."

She picks the tweezers back up. The silence rings with an echo in her head now. Jazz focuses her attention back on her task, and she finds something she was wrong about before:

There is nothing faded about the scars that web up and down her little brother’s arm. They are stark streaks of lightning, glowing silver under the moonlight. And Jazz wonders how many others—how many that flaked away and melded back with healthy skin—how many of those might still be living, lingering, a permanent part of her little brother, buried well beneath the surface…

[illegal-spiegel]

the boys reaction to you being a virgin

Genre: smut, fluff?

Warnings: None? Idk vague leading to smut at the end 

Spike Spiegel:

mans hasn’t been a virgin in many, many years

I mean just look at him he’s so fucking sexy I swear to god-

he has a pretty high libido but with him being on the Bebop, he can’t exactly get laid whenever he wants 

mans jerks off a lot, change my mind

it doesn’t help that he’s now afraid of commitment (thanks for that Julia)

sigh, man is too stubborn and his dick is suffering the consequences 😔👊 (put F in the chat for his dick. RIP)

so, when you come onto the Bebop, all hell breaks loose <3

mans is too pent up, he can’t help it if you occasionally pop into his mind when he’s touching himself 

he’ll still act like himself towards you just like he does with the others, but now 

his hand is staying a little too long on your back when he passes by you 

he’ll drape his arm on the couch behind you while watching Big Shot, his hand coming to rub your shoulder sometimes or twirling your hair 

when on a mission, he’ll lean forward enough to where you can smell the mint he ate on the Swordfish 

after weeks of lowkey flirting with you and making you flustered every two seconds, he finally can’t take it anymore 

he eventually just corners you in your room one day, bringing his body close to yours

“Alright, listen. This game of Cat and Mouse has been fun, but it’s growing a little old. I want you and if you want me too, let’s skip all the pleasantries and get into the real pleasure.” 

now, if you’re waiting for some reason and don’t want to do the nasty with him, he’ll back off and won’t be offended by it

if you’re waiting for a relationship or marriage though, good luck trying to get that from him

you’ll have to wait months, probably years, to get him to open up and date you. Sigh mans has commitment and trust issues now (thanks Julia)

now, if you’re down bad for this man just like I am, you’ll leap at the possibility to jump his bones 

so, if you’re answer is ‘yes, thank god, please fuck me already,’ then mans won’t hesitate to do so 

as soon as you’re agreeing, he’s leaning down to connect your lips together for a passionate and fiery kiss

he’ll let his hands wander and he’ll always make sure that you’re okay with him touching you somewhere or removing an article of clothing before doing so 

once you two are on your bed and things are really starting to get hot and heavy, he’ll stop his hands from dipping into your underwear when you suddenly speak up

“I’m, uh, a virgin by the way,” you squeak out, suddenly nervous about what he’ll think 

your heart leaps into your throat when he smirks up at you from between your legs, kissing along the inside of your thighs

“Oh yeah? Save yourself just for me, baby?” he teases in a voice that’s so deep that ocean’s would be jealous

his hands roam your waist before slowly starting to slip your underwear off when you nod your head 

“Well, let me make you feel good,” he purrs before diving in to do just that 

Jet Black:

sigh, another man with commitment issues (Another F in chat for this mans dick. RIP)

he’s even worse than Spike about getting laid though

he doesn’t crave it as much as others, but it definitely still comes to mind 

anytime Spike mentions that he should go get laid (to stop being such a sourpuss), Jet will just laugh and say he’s ‘too old for that’

my good sir, you are not to too old to get this gorilla grip 3000 🧎‍♀️

Jet meets you when he’s on a mission, almost running into you when you meet at a fork in the road

“Hey, come back here!” 

“You’re not getting away that easily!” 

you both stop when you two speak at the same time, turning to gawk at one another

“He’s mine!”

“That one’s mine!”

you stop again and glare at each other before continuing the chase

you both kinda catch the guy and after arguing for 15 mins who gets the reward, you decide to split it 

after that, you two become bounty buddies

whenever one of you needed help catching someone, the other was there as backup 

this went on for a while (with lots of teasing from Faye (”you so like them!”) and Spike (”you want to bone them so bad.”))

during one particularly hard mission, you two decide to just camp out in a motel and wait for the crook to show himself 

after cleaning up and Jet deciding he’ll take the first shift of lookout, you’re getting comfortable on the bed

Jet stares a little longer than normal, but it’s not his fault!

you’re the one with wet hair...and smooth skin...and flushed cheeks...and a top that’s riding up...and shorts that are a little too short...

“Jet, do you think I’m attractive?” you call out to him, making his eyes snap back up to yours

he gapes at you with red cheeks for a moment before turning to the window, pulling the blinds apart for a moment to look out

“Well, you aren’t ugly, per se...”

you chuckle at this, turning on your side to face him

“Do you want to kiss me?” 

at your question, his eyes snap back to yours and he can hear himself swallow loudly 

“I wouldn’t not want to...” he mumbles

now, if you’re expecting a relationship out of him, he’d be willing to give you guys a try

if you’re just trying to get laid, he’s fine with that too

so when he leaves the window and towers over you on the bed, he can feel the arousal already curling deep in his gut 

he starts off with a sweet kiss, not wanting to spook you off with something that might be too much for you 

when that sweet kiss suddenly starts to deepen and you’re both letting out noises, he starts getting rougher 

when he lowers his body closer to yours and you feel it, you figure you should mention the fact that you’re a virgin now 

he stares at you with wide eyes before smiling at you, letting his hands comfortingly rub your hips

“We can stop here, if you want. I’m completely fine with just kissing your sweet lips.”

if you want to stop or just keep kissing, he’s very understanding and will do that

if you wanna get railed, let him know and he’ll take care of you <3

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