#my brother was chasing me with a shoe while i was screaming at him to stop while our mom just fucking stood there while i burst into tears

[holedyke]

having a hashtag bad one 👍

[sweetteainthesummerx]

⋆·˚ ༘ * oh, my, my, my ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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pairings: quinn hughes x childhood friend!reader, jack hughes x platonic best friend!reader, quinn x artist!reader

warnings: angst and comfort, fluff

summary: you and quinn throughout the years, and how you fall in love <3

song: mary's song (oh my my my) by taylor swift

word count: 4.4 k

notes: I love lake quinn sm :)

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our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love, our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

"oh, she's so tiny!" ellen cooes, cradling the little bundle of pink, "and she has your eyes, birdie."

your mother smiles at the nickname her college friend had given her freshman year, when a bird had pooped on her head during a girl's night out.

it stuck (literally), and almost 10 years later, as her best friend holds her babygirl, she's reminded of everything they'd been through together.

"congrats, man. the first girl in the family!" jim slaps your dad on the shoulder, the two men smiling at their wives.

"oh, she's just precious." you yawn, and all of the adults are reduced to an awwing mess.

quinn toddles over, chubby toddler legs still unsure. he lands on his butt half a foot away from ellen, who lifts him up with the hand that wasn't holding you.

"look, quinny."

quinn reaches out a finger towards you, and jim is about to chide him when your tiny little fist locks around it. his wide eyes widen even more. you gurgle happily at him, and for the first time in a while, he goes completely still, enraptured by the baby in front of him.

"oh." your father whispers.

"well, that's your son-in-law now," jim laughs.

"hey, don't count out jack! they're closer in age, after all."

your mom rolls her eyes, as ellen snorts, "let's not pre-write our kid's futures before they're five, please."

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

i was seven and you were nine, i looked at you like the stars that shine

"y'know, birdie," ellen starts, "the boys might be right."

"no, they cannot eat four pb and j's and then go to the carnival-"

"no, not the little ones!", ellen laughs, "our husbands. they might be right."

"oh, that? the whole son-in-law thing?" your mom grins, as she watches luke chase after you with a worm.

the two women are silent and thoughtful as you - screaming at the top of your lungs - duck behind quinn, who sternly tells off his little brother. your sticky hands lace with his, naturally, albeit a bit awkward the way only kids can be.

you absolutely adore quinn. he's your protector, the one you turn to more often than not. jack is your best friend, and you remind her of that often. luke is your baby brother, the one you coddle and fuss over.

and the boys adore you just as much; jack plays pirates with you all day, Luke follows you like a puppy, and quinn...

he's staked a claim on you that makes your mom laugh, but worry a little when your older and you inevitably find someone who isn't him.

it never occurred to her that he might be the one.

"oh my god." your mom says as your dad walks in with jim.

"ha! see? I know I put money on my son for good reason." jim says gleefully, and quickly pipes down at ellen's dirty look.

"jack is also your son, man." your dad shakes his head.

"seriously? you guys made bets on the future love lives of your prepubescent kids?"

"birdie, it's just a joke!"

he eats his words as quinn leads you through the door. you're in tears, a nasty scrape on your knee. he's got your hand cradled in his.

ellen and your mom fawn over it, how brave you were, but all you could remember is how quinn held your hand the whole time.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back when our world was one block wide, i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

when you're ten, you almost have your first kiss.

you're going through a phase, really, when all you would wear were your overall jean shorts, a big t-shirt and your red converses. you have little pen drawings all over your shoes and shorts.

now, when you look at the photos from back then, you cringe a little at how lanky and young you look.

you're with the boys at one of the neighbouring lake houses, a couple of other girls and a few guys too.

everyone there lived on the same block, so it was odd that you hadn't all hung out together before.

quinn can tell you're uncomfortable around the other guys, who are loud and frankly very obnoxious. even his 12-year-old self can tell.

he tells you that you can all leave and go get ice cream near the boardwalk, but you refuse. you're 10 already, you can handle a few new strangers.

somehow, spin the bottle is brought up and you find yourself sitting cross-legged as one of the older girls - who's kind and much more grown than you - tellsdyou how to spin the bottle.

your hands shake and the backs of your knees are slick with sweat, but you spin anyways. you want to seem cool and older too.

you watch the root beer bottled patter as it turns, the ting, ting sound dissonant with your thumping heart.

it lands on quinn.

your quinn who knows all of the words to the spider man movies, who gives the last popsicle to you and lets you tuck your feet under his thighs when you get cold.

this is a disaster, you think, because you don't know how to kiss! are you supposed to use your tongue? you almost gag at the thought.

quinn can see your very apparent panic, and the only thing on his mind was to make it of away.

he wants to hold your hand, but when you turned nine you had decided that boys had cooties, so you refused to touch him or his brothers.

"...we don't have to," he offers, scratching his neck. one of the boys boo, and you flush.

you shook your head, "i want to."

he smiles, shy and boyish and your heart goes into overdrive.

his face matches yours in colour as he scoots forward awkwardly, cupping your face the way he'd seen his dad do to his mom.

as he leans forward, you burst into tears. if you kiss him, and he's disgusted by your kissing skills - or lack thereof - he wouldn't be your quinn anymore.

you run out embarrassed, leaving quinn's hand outstretched and the older girl from earlier confused and worried.

you think that you had ruined it all, but later that night when quinn offers to take you to get ice cream and lets you get two scoops, you know nothing can tear the two of you apart.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the creek beds we turned up, two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me

the year quinn turned 16, he gets his boating and drivers license.

when the first real day of summer - he doesn't count the days until he sees you and the lake house again - starts and he finds you making eggs and bacon in the kitchen, he gives you an offer.

"hey, chickie." he tugs playfully at the string of your apron. jim had given you that nickname because of your mom's. chickie, like a baby bird. jack liked to call you chicklet, and Luke followed suit.

the adults think you've outgrown that name, and only call you chickie sporadically.

it's become special for you and quinn, sacred even,

"hi, quinny." you answer in the same tone, swatting him with the spatula in your hand.

"give me a piece of bacon and i'll take you out onto the water. i'll even let you drive a bit when we're far out." he murmurs as you turn the stove off.

"really?" you squeal, and he winces jokingly.

"yes, yes! finally!" you throw yourself at him, letting the older boy catch you around the waist. he grins into your hair, his cheek muscles unused by the seasons without you.

"okay, kid. pipe down. where's my bacon?" he grumbles, but he smiles when you turn around to fix him a whole plate.

you forget in all of your excitement that he doesn't even like bacon.

it's pathetic, really, but he missed you. he still does even though you're less than a foot away from him, salting your scrambled eggs.

he finishes his food faster than you do, and leaves to set up the boat with your promises that you would hurry.

he's excited; he hasn't seen you since christmas, and then, he had to share you with jack and luke and his parents too.

that year, you and jack had become decidedly closer, and quinn knows he has to establish that boat time was for you and him only.

so when jack and luke both follow you onto the boat, whooping and screaming, he's pissed.

and on top of that, he has to drive the boat while you and jack banter and threaten to shove each other off of the moving vessel.

it wasn't fair: you're his person. you guys did gas station runs together, you always looked at him with sad puppy eyes when you were cold.

he'd always grumbled and give you his sweatshirt when you refused to bring a jacket and ended up shivering. you always begged to braid his hair when the sun was at it's highest and there was nothing to do.

so yeah, excuse him if he was mad that your time together was interrupted by jack and luke of all people.

so when you walk up to him, hair messy and wearing nothing but your bathing suit and one of his old hockey jerseys, he tries his best to ignore you.

"quinny!" you exclaim, nudging his shoulder, and once more when he doesn't answer.

he glances quickly at you, but one look is enough to make his chest squeeze in that way that it started to do since last summer.

you had always been beautiful, but you were starting to be seriously gorgeous.

your hair is windblown, skin tanned and freckled with eyes bright from the sheer novelty of it being summer again.

you'd started to fill out more; the tiny bikinis you - and he - loved made something hot tug in his lower stomach.

tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow in the way that always makes him soften like butter, "I thought you were gonna let me drive!"

"ask jack to teach you," he snarks, and regrets it immediately at the hurt on your face.

his chest tightens, like someone has taken the hurt on your features and shoved it between his rib cage so he couldn't breathe.

the two of you don't talk for the rest of the day.

quinn feels like an asshole, and he really doesn't like how you refuse to sit in your normal spot next to him during movie night, instead opting to tuck yourself between the edge of the couch and luke.

and the salt on the wound was when you don't laugh at the stupid jokes he makes for you, especially.

his mom asks him what he had done when he goes to get more popcorn in the kitchen.

"what? why did you automatically assume I didn't something?" he asked, offended.

"because, that girl sticks to you like a magnet," ellen smooths his temple, "and because no one makes you smile and talk like she does. you've been silent all day."

the next night, he shows up at the door of your room in the lake house your two families shared.

he knocks, and pokes his head in, "chickie?

you're at your table, drawing again like you always were.

he keeps the little sketch of him you made last summer in his wallet, tucked under the picture of all of the hughes boys and you.

you ignore him, and he flops on your bed. the floral sheets your mom bought when you were 11 smells like you. he tries not to be creepy and inhale - at least too noticeably.

"gas station run?" he asks.

you finally spare him a glance, "quinny, it's past one o'clock, and it'll take at least 20 minuted to get there."

"please? I really want chips."

you sigh, ever the martyr, and agree. neither of you mention how the hughes stock up enough snacks to last at least 2 months the beginning of every summer.

the battle of who cracks first kept on, until finally, on the way back from the gas station, quinn sighs, "I'm sorry.

you frown, clearly not impressed, "I don't even know why you're sorry."

"god, this is embarrassing-"

"quintin, i swear-"

"i wanted the boat ride to be just us two!" he exclaims loudly.

there was a beat of silence, only the chirp of crickets that crept in the tall grass you could hear through the open windows of jim's truck.

the light on the radio shined, 1:59 AM.

"what?" you ask, a little confused and very much flustered.

"i missed you, chickie, and jack is always monopolizing your time! you're my person and-"

"are you jealous?"

"what?"

"oh my god, you are! you're jealous!"

"no!" he splutters, grateful that it's pitch black outside, because he can feel his ears heating up.

you laugh, tugging at one of his curls, as he grumbles something about not letting you eat any of his salt and vinegar chips.

"quinny?" you ask a little while later, when he's pulling back into the drive way, "y'know that you're my person too, right?"

you look soft and sleepy, under the light of the car, in one of his hoodies and sleep shorts.

he swears he turns into liquid in the drivers seat.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

well, i was sixteen when suddenly, i wasn't that little girl you used to see

"I wouldn't worry about that, chicklet." jack throws his arm around you, and you roll your eyes at the many girls starting to glare at you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." except you do.

there's a girl flirting with quinn, and she's pretty. she's got tattoos on her arms, and she's tall, almost tall at him.

you take a break from the self-deprecating comparison between yourself and her to admire quinn for one second.

he's gotten so tall and broad, all the signs of boyhood gone, except when he smiles that special smile for you. the one when his eyes get all squinty and he bares all of his pretty teeth.

your heart twists, because he hasn't smiled at you like that all summer.

you don't know what you did wrong. maybe he's outgrowing you. he'll be a college man next fall, and you're still in high school.

he's got the whole world in front of him, and well, you couldn't blame him if he didn't want to settle for you.

you realize your feelings for him the beginning of the summer.

or you uncover them, because if you're honest, they've always been there.

and right now, you're wearing your heart on your sleeve, because he looks so handsome in a tight black t-shirt and shorts, a backwards cap on his curls.

his biceps look huge, and between the teenage hormones and the two shots in your system, you want to climb him like a tree.

the more romantic side of you wished you had your charcoal and parchment, so you can copy down his likeness for when your old and greying and you can't remember how he looks illuminated by the moon and bonfire.

"yeah, sure. you're clueless." jack snorts, and he makes his way to the drink table at the party you're at.

you pass by Luke, who's preoccupied by a girl way too old for him, and go sit closer to the fire.

you're mad.

you're mad because you've dressed up real cute, in a tiny black tube top and denim shorts.

you're mad because your hair is curled the way quinn likes it.

you know that for a fact because every time it looks like that, he comes up behind you to wind his fingers through a strand. it was a hassle, and he won't even look at you.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing alone?"

it's a boy with mussed, brown hair and a nice smile.

he's cute. peter, or pierre, he introduces himself. he reminds you a bit of the boyfriend you had first semester of sophomore year.

you've had boyfriends, and quinn has had his relationships, but summer was sacred.

that's why you felt ill when you flirted with him, not because quinn was a mere 20 feet away, starting to glance over and frown.

quinn has always been a jealous motherfucker; you'd give it 5 minutes before he comes over.

you try not to gloat when he comes over in 2.

"hey, chickie. time to go." he tells you, taking you cup and winding an arm around your waist.

you roll your eyes, pushing him off, "no, I'm good here,"

quinn crosses his arms and puffs out his chest, biceps flexing in front of you.

the boy smiles - you've already forgotten his name, something p - and shrugs at quinn.

he's mad now, you can tell, but you wrap you're fingers around the other boy's elbow to egg him on.

"oh, for- that's it. c'mon."

suddenly, your feet are swept out from under you, and you're thrown over his shoulder.

you frown, realizing that you're in the air.

"hey!" you protest weakly as people turn to look at you. quinn continues his trudge all the way to where he's parked his dad's truck and dumps you on the hood like you weigh nothing.

"what are you doing?" he asks, eyes dark, "that guy is no good-"

"no! what are you doing?" all of your frustration pools in your throat, and embarrassing tears are starting to prick at your eyes.

"you won't even look at me all summer, you're flirting with some girl and you get mad at me? you're being such-"

he shakes his head, looking as exasperated as you feel.

"do you know how hard it is-" he breathes out shakily, "how difficult it is to control myself around you?"

"what?" you ask, heart beating in your ears, "what?"

"i have been in love with you since i was 12, chickie." his tone is begging, and so are his eyes.

he looks pained, and you want to relieve it so, so badly. but he still won't touch you. he's hovering away from you, like he has for the past month.

"i love you, and you see me nothing more than a brother, like how you see jack. and it hurts, here," he rubs the heel of his palm between his ribs, "to know that you'll never want me the same way."

"quinn-"

"no, let me talk. I've spent the past 6 years pining after you. I've tried to move on, but all...nothing compares to you. I want you so bad, chickie, but..." he turns from you, head in his hands.

now, if you weren't like 3 beers and 2 shots deep, you would realize that he can't really go anywhere because you're quite literally on the top of his car.

but drunk you is clearly a dumbass, because you think he's trying to leave. so you tell him what's actually on your mind.

"i love you!" you blurt out.

he turns slowly, "what?"

"i love you too. i thought you didn't want me because you're leaving for college, but i want you so bad, please-"

the next thing you know, he's between your legs, so warm and solid, pulling you in by your cheek like during that spin the bottle game 6 years ago.

you let him kiss you for real this time, you let him push up your shorts to feel more of your skin, you let him lick into your mouth.

he pulls away, and you whine, tugging him in again.

he laughs, which makes you laugh in turn, and you slide down the hood as you giggle. he catches you, because he always does.

"i love you." you tell him, and he flushes, nuzzling into your neck.

"say it again," he demands, just because he can.

"i love you, my quinny." you coo, and he wants to crawl into your skin and settle there forever.

"i love you too, chickie."

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

oh, my, my, my

"told you so." Jim tells the rest of the parents.

the four of them - the weirdos - are on the second floor, leaning on the bannister as you make breakfast with quinn.

well, you make breakfast and he's distracting you.

he's got his arms wrapped around your shoulders from the back, and the two of you waddle like a pair of penguins around the kitchen gathering ingredients for pancakes.

you're giggling, and he's got a half-smile on his face.

you look so happy together than ellen and your mom are ignoring jim's gloating.

they are even kind enough to ignore the exchange of money between the two men, after all, your dad had bet on jack and lost.

"i can't wait for their wedding."

"hold on, now!"

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee

you're on Quinn's lap, content and warm. the two of you had gotten up to watch the sunrise, first day of the summer at the lake house.

it's nice to have everyone in one place again, the two of you coming from vancouver, the boys from new jersey.

the past couple of years had been hard; a year or two long distance, until you went to study architecture at UBC after quinn had been drafted.

this year, 24 and 22, you finally get some rest and the promise of settling down more.

quinn's captain, and you have a good job that lets you work remote and do what you love.

and more importantly, the two of you are always together.

"babe?" quinn asks, running a hand down your arms, "c'mon, let's go to the dock?"

you don't protest, just happy to be at your childhood lake house.

he leads you there, like he always does.

"pretty." you stare out at the water, orange and pink sky meeting in the still horizon.

"yeah." quinn gives you a smile, rare for anyone else.

but he has always smiled for you, and you greedily hoard them in your memories.

"got something to show you," he pulls his wallet out, the two pictures in the clear flaps catch your eye.

one is a polaroid of you and your boys. quinn is 15, jack is 14, you're 13 and luke is 11. all of you are lanky and awkward, wrapped around each other and grinning ear to ear.

the other is also a polaroid, taken by ellen a year or two ago, when all of your parents came to visit your Vancouver apartment.

quinn's arm is around your shoulders and you're clinging to his side, one hand curled around his waist and the other on his chest. you're smiling at the camera, and quinn is smiling at you.

"cute," you tell him, but he digs a finger into the little pocket.

"fuck," he swears when whatever he's looking for doesn't come out.

"here, let me," you offer. you retrieve a piece of thick parchment with your smaller hands.

it's a sketch of quinn you did when you were in your early teens.

it's not great, you have to admit. the lines aren't smooth like how you sketch now, but the ink and paper is in pristine condition.

"quinn...you kept this?" you ask softly, oddly emotional.

when you look at him, he has a weird look on his face. he scratches his neck.

you stare at each other for a moment, the familiarity of your love almost stifling in the cool morning air.

and then he drops down on one knee.

you start crying, immediately.

that sets him off, and the two of you are blubbering as he tries to get through the speech he wrote in his notes 7 months ago after he got the ring and you were in the shower.

he tells you he loves you, how he's never going to leave you, that you're going to build a life together, just like how you've done everything together since you were kids.

you believe him, because your quinn is nothing if not earnest and steady.

you let him slip the simple ring onto your finger, and he lifts you up into strong arms to kiss you.

you're so deliriously happy that your teeth clash with his in a smiling kiss.

your families cheers from the porch, and you laugh, watery and heart full.

jack runs up first, swinging you around and clapping his hand down on quinn's shoulder.

Luke kisses your cheek and hugs his older brother, as ellen and your mom hug you together.

jim wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead, "thanks for helping me win the bet, chickie." you chuckle, reaching for your dad next.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle, our whole town came and our mamas cried, you said I do and I did too

the wedding takes place a year later, in a small winery near the house, because ellen and your mom refused to let you have the wedding on the dock.

this was your compromise, because it's a small affair.

your dad walks you down the aisle to quinn. you're smiling, like there's a hanger in your mouth because you're just so happy.

he cries when he sees you, and so do the other hughes boys.

you hear your mom and ellen, tears meeting shaky smiles on their faces.

your own college friend, your birdie, fixes your veil and holds your bouquet.

sweet promises are exchanged in your vows, and when you have your first kiss as mr. and mrs. hughes, all of your loved ones cheer.

quinn sweeps you off your feet and bridal carries you to a change room so you can switch into your reception dress.

he sees you later as jack, who volunteered to be the mc, announces you guys as mr. and mrs. hughes.

quinn's eyes are hot and dark as he sees your smooth skin under white lace, and whispers something into the shell of your ear that makes you pink.

you dance together, with his brothers and his dad, with your own too.

but the last dance is saved for the two of you.

"i can't wait to grow old with you, chickie." he whispers romantically.

"you'd make such a cute old man," you tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

you laugh, and so does he.

forever sounds real good to you.

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[holylulusworld]

Watermelon Dilemma

Summary: Your alpha wants more pups. You disagree.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnant omega, fun, crack!fic, fluff, implied fluff

A/N: I saw this idea with the melons on Twitter and had to write something about it.

“Sammy, I’m telling you she’ll have more soon. The moment little Dean pops out of my omega, I’ll fill her again,” Dean declares he will have more pups soon.

He’s an alpha-possessed. Since he got you pregnant, he tries to breed the hell out of you. Dean leaves you sore and exhausted more than you can count.

“Dean, give her a break,” Sam laughs when you waddle inside the library, giving Dean a warning glare because he didn’t keep his hands to himself last night.

You’re eight months pregnant and your belly and tits are huge. Your back is hurting, and you can’t see your feet any longer. The last time you tried to shave, you gave up, crying in the showers.

“There she is,” Dean already roams your body with hungry eyes. He purrs low in his throat while walking toward you. His hands reach out for your huge belly to eagerly rub it. “Look at my pretty omega filled with my baby.”

“No way,” you shove against his chest. Hard. “You’ll keep your knot inside your pants tonight. No rodeo for you today, cowboy.”

Dean grins. Last night you tried to buck him off you, but it didn’t work out. You came all over his cock, screaming and whining. “You love it, sweetheart. Me, my cock, and being pregnant with my baby.”

“You won’t breed me again—” You poke your index finger in his chest. “Do you have the slightest how it feels to be pregnant? My feet are swollen. The baby lies on my bladder so I gotta pee all the time. If I drop something, it’s lost forever because I cannot pick it up.”

“Do not forget the cravings!” Dean exclaims. “You ate a pickle with peanut butter last night.” He grins.

“Hey, the cravings are the best thing. At least then I can chase you around the bunker to get me food,” you snicker when his eyes darken. “What?” You point at your belly. “This is your fault, Winchester. The least you can do is get me food!”

“Baby. Sweetheart. Omega,” Dean purrs the words, trying to lure you in. You huff and cross your arms over your chest. Well, you try. Dean’s eyes shoot up to your chest. He licks his lips. “Hmm…I’ll bury my face between those later.”

“Guys, can you just not—” Sam huffs and walks out. He tried to eat lunch and now, his appetite is gone.

“You won’t bury anything between them,” you growl. “They hurt and are heavy. If you knew how it feels having a huge belly and those tits, you’d never want to get pregnant!”

He grins. “I can’t get pregnant, baby,” Dean wiggles his eyebrows. “But I can get you pregnant, sweetheart. I only need to put something big and hard inside your sweet cunt.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” He whines now. “What can I do to change your mind?”

“How about you walk in my shoes for a day? If you make it through the next twenty-four hours without complaining, you’ll get to breed me again.”

“Walk in your shoes,” he hums. “Okay. What do you want me to do? Eat odd things? Maybe pee all the time. Oh! Can I use that awesome pillow I got for you?”

“I know exactly what to do to let you walk in my shoes…”

“What…?” Sam starts laughing the moment Dean steps out of your shared bedroom. He holds his stomach, wheezing, and snickering.

“Stop laughing, bitch!” Dean grunts. He used quite a few layers of plastic wrap to outfit his belly with a huge watermelon. To match your breasts, he strapped smaller melons to his chest. “I’m a proud pregnant man.”

Sam snorts. “You look ridiculous. What are you doing with the food?”

“Melons, bitch,” Dean slowly walks along the hallways. He rubs his lower back, already feeling the weight of the melons. “Shit, that’s one heavy melon.”

“But—why?” Sam follows his brother to tease him some more. “We eat melons, not wear them as clothes.”

“Y/N told me to walk in her shoes for a day,” Dean mutters. “I’ve got this. I’ll rock those melons and tomorrow, I’ll rock her…” He huffs. “Fuck off, Sammy. I gotta pee.”

Dean walks toward the bathroom, his brother hot on his heels. “Do you need help?” Sam asks, watching his brother rub his back. “You walk like an old man.”

“Dude, I walk like a pregnant woman. Now if you’d kindly fuck off,” jerking his head toward his brother Dean gives Sam the stinky eye. “I’m warning you. Do not mess with a pregnant woman.”

Sam laughs but backpaddles the moment Dean growls at him. “Fine, have it your way…”

“Fuck, no,” Dean looks at the floor, cursing himself for dropping the remote control. Now he tries to pick it up but can't reach it. The melons won’t let him crouch down, or even bend over far enough to grab the remote control. “What the fuck!!!”

“Got a problem, alpha?” You snicker watching Dean struggle to pick the remote control up. “Aw, I thought you’ve got this, alpha.”

“That’s not funny,” he grumbles while kicking the remote control toward the bed. “I’ll get you, little bitch!”

You snicker, but hand Dean your gripping aid to grab the remote control. His eyes widen and he gasps.

“Where did you get this magical tool?” He looks at the gripping aid like it’s a wonder. Dean hums and tugs the gripping aid under his arm. “If you’d excuse me now. I’m going to go back to the bathroom.”

Smirking you watch Dean slowly walk out of the room. “You dropped the toilet paper, didn’t you, alpha?”

Dean happily grabs a beer out of the fridge. He’s about to open it when you slap the back of his head. “No alcohol for you. Remember, you’re pregnant. No sushi. No alcohol.”

“No alcohol?” Dean hiccups. He longingly looks at the beer in the fridge, wondering if he can grab one before you slap him again.

“Did you think a big belly and big boobs are all it takes to know how it feels to walk in my shoes?”

“No—” he huffs and closes the fridge. “I’ll get me a pickle and peanut butter.” Dean waddles toward the cupboard, stretching to reach the higher shelf. He grunts because the melon painfully presses into his belly. “Fuck, that hurts.”

You giggle. “See,” you slap his ass. “That’s the reason I need you to grab things from the cupboard for me.”

“You only want to watch my ass while I grab all the pickles for you,” he chuckles. “Right?” Dean looks over his shoulder. “Sweetheart is something wrong. You look a little flustered.”

“Hmm…” You glance at Dean’s ass, licking your lips. “I don’t know, alpha. You look deliciously.”

“What?” Dean slowly turns around only to end up pressed against the cupboard. “Y/N? What has gotten into you?” He whines when you cup his crotch. “Baby?”

“Yeah, definitely worth getting bred again,” you purr low in your throat. Dean cocks a brow. “How about you get on our bed and present for me, sweetheart?”

“Hahaha…you’re very funny, baby,” he eyes you warily while slowly moving away from you.

“What? Don’t you want me to breed you while feeling like a whale? I know your bladder is full again, but I need to shove my knot into you before helping you onto the toilet.”

“Baby…I,” Dean sighs deeply. He drops his gaze and shakes his head. “I’m sorry for being a horny idiot. It’s just, that seeing you all swollen with our baby makes me so feral for you.”

“If you get rid of the melons and grab the pickles for me, you’re allowed to massage my feet tonight.”

“Only your feet?” Back to being his horny self Dean grins. “I can massage your back too, or shoulders, or your breasts…”

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OUUUU A REQUEST!!!

SMUT enemies one bed troupe with chris! GOD ID GIVE YOU MY KIDNEY FOR IT

Vie

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates Chris with every morsel in her body. They’re always fighting like children. Unfortunately one day her and Chris are stuck together for a 4 hour drive…..I wonder what happens 🗣️

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTTT, enemies to lovers ish, and just my favorite trope ever. This was long asf LMAOO, but I really loved writing it!🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: Friends- Chase Atlantic

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

All of your friends have been here for too long

They must be waiting for you to move on (woo)

Girl, I'm not with it, I'm way too far gone

I was finishing packing for the trip I was going on with the triplets when my phone started to light up. I saw Nick calling me

“Heyyy” I said picking up the phone

“Hiii I’m so sorry to call last minute, but is there any way you could pick Chris up?” He asked

“Uhhh why do I have to pick him up?” I asked getting a bit annoyed

“Well he’s a fucking idiot and we thought he got in the back seat, but he packed his shit in the back seat and made it look like he was in there, so we drove off while he was in the shower” Nick said laughing

“Wow he really is an idiot” I said laughing

“Yeah and he was screaming at us over the phone, so would you be a doll and pick him up. I’ll literally pay you, so we don’t have to turn back around” Nick said

“Don’t worry about paying me I’ll get him, but just know if he pisses me off enough I’m leaving him on the side of the road to hike to Vegas alone” I said back

“That’s fine I completely understand it” he said laughing

“Alright I’m almost done packing. I’ll head out in a few and go get him” I said

“Perfect thank you! See you in Vegasssss” he said before hanging up

A four hour drive with Chris…..I needed a gun actually. I fucking hated this kid and he hated me. We kept our distance at all fucking times, so having to sit right next to him and endure his annoying childish behavior was starting to piss me off.

After about an hour of finishing packing and making sure I had everything. I drove over to the triplets house which was like another 30 minutes. I really liked making Chris wait. I know he was getting so impatient.

I pulled up to their house and texted Chris that I was here, about 5 minutes later he came strolling out.

“Did you lock the door” I yelled out to him after rolling my window down

“I’m not a child of course I did” he said rolling his eyes

“Mmm are you sure about that?” I asked him

Chris rolled his eyes and walked back to the house….he did in fact not lock the door.

“Just saved your ass” I said as he came back and hopped in the car

“Shut the fuck up” he replied slamming the door shut

“Awww what’s wrong” I asked putting the hotel in Vegas directions in and getting ready to drive off

“Well my dumbass brothers left without me, and then you take over an hour and a half to get to me” he said huffing out

“Well if you weren’t an idiot and didn’t pack the car making it seem like you were in there, they wouldn’t have left you” I said driving off

“Yeah whatever I don’t care” he said throwing his book bag to the back of the car

“Well we’re going to be driving together for 4 hours, and I’d like to not be stressed out. I want to listen to my music and have a nice drive” I said looking over at him

“Consider me invisible” he said lifting his hood up

“Oh I consider you invisible on the daily, so this shouldn’t be an issue” I said coming to a stop at a red light

“I’m trying to be on my best behavior because Nick and Matt already talked to me about being nice to you” he said huffing

“So sad they have to talk to their grown brother about being nice to me” I said giggling

“Shut up already” he said putting his shoes on my dashboard and bending his knees

“Are you fucking crazy get your shoes off my dashboard” I said smacking his legs

“Ow you bitch” he said dropping his legs and moving away

“Don’t call me that, and this isn’t your car so show some decorum” I said rolling my eyes

“Decorum…stop using big words” he said getting upset

“Just have respect for my shit” I said huffing out a breath of annoyance

We were an hour and a half in to our drive, and Chris was chewing his snacks like an animal, burping loudly, playing his videos at max volume, talking on the phone at max volume.

I was being very patient, but he was making my skin crawl with anger. My last straw happened when he skipped my songs until he landed on something he liked

“Uh no” I said smacking his hand away

“What?” He said laughing

“I can put up with the loud chewing, the obnoxious volume of your phone and the burping, but do not touch my fucking stereo” I said glancing over at him

“Your music is fucking ass” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Oh sorry I don’t want to listen to songs solely about fucking bitches and selling drugs” I said rolling my eyes

“That’s not the only music I listen to” he said

“Sure seems like it” I said

Chris reached over and changed the song again

“HANDS OFF IDIOT” I said getting annoyed

“YOUR MUSIC IS SHIT” he yelled back

“Should’ve brought your own headphones then” I said

“I did” he said

“So then where are they?” I asked him

“In my other bag” he said in a whisper

“YES in the other bag your dumbass packed in the other car ahaha now you have to listen to my music” I said laughing at him

“Yeah whatever” he said rolling his eyes

Chris reached over to skip to the next song

“DONT” I said sternly, he ignored me anyways and pressed next

“Don’t change this one I like it” I said putting the volume up as Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean started to play

“I like this song too” he said sitting back

“You like this song? Yeah right” I said laughing

“No I do I swear” he said

Chris and I sang along to the song. I can say in the three years that I’ve known Chris this was the most pleasant time we’ve ever shared, and who thought it would be over Frank Ocean. We even sang to each other in a joking way completely forgetting the hate we both share for one another.

We were now 2 and a half hours into our drive when suddenly traffic came to a complete stop.

“What the fuck?” I said looking at my google maps

Suddenly my google maps time went up another hour

“A fucking hour slow down?” Chris said with his jaw dropping

I called Nick to see where they were at.

“Hey where are yall at? We’re stuck in an hour slow down” I said

“Hey, we're a little over an hour away. We got stuck in that slow down half an hour ago but it was only 20 minutes it looked like a 8 car accident or some shit” he responded

“God damn I don’t know if I can sit in an hour slow down” I said

“See how long you can stick it out, and if not just get a hotel and meet us in the morning. I’ll talk to the front desk people in Vegas and see what I can do” he responded

“Okay yeah thanks” I said

We both hung up. We were sitting in stand still traffic for a good 25 minutes when Chris started to annoy me.

“I’m hungry and I have to pee” he whined

“Yeah me too, and you don’t see me complaining” I told him

“Maybe we should get a hotel room” he said

“Mmm or we can wait it out” I said

“I’m going to piss my pants in your car then” he shrugged his shoulders

“Can’t you hold it for another 35 minutes holy shit” I said getting annoyed

“No I can’t. That’s fine I’ll just hop out right now and whip my dick out and just pee infront of everyone” he said unbuckling his seat belt

“You’re not embarrassing me like that” I said stopping him

“Well then the choice is yours” he said smiling at me like an asshole

“Oh my god you’re insufferable fine, I’ll get off right here and find a hotel or some shit” I said

I drove to a gas station first filling up my tank while Chris ran in to pee and get more snacks. He got back in the car and I went inside to pee too.

I got back in the car, and drove to the nearby hotel google maps showed me. We both hopped out and walked in.

“Hi welcome in” the lady at the front desk said

“Hi, how are you?” I asked walking closer

“I’m good, checking in?” She asked

“Actually I was wondering if you guys had two rooms available, or at least a room with two beds” I asked her

“I can check, but I’m not so sure” she said

“That’s fine! There a bad slow down on the highway, so we figured we just pull off for the night” I said nodding at her

“Oh that sucks! Let me check for you” she responded again

I walked over to Chris and told him she was checking. We sat in silence while we waited for her to check the system

“Oh uh maam” she said calling me over

Chris and I walked over to her

“So we have a room, but it’s only one king size mattress” she said

“Only one bed?” I asked her my face dropping

“I’m afraid so” she said

“Are there any hotels nearby that might have two beds available?” Chris asked her

“Considering it’s a Friday night, many hotels are taken up” she said

“That’s alright we’ll take the room, and he’ll pay” I said nodding at her and patting Chris on the chest

He looked at me before titling his head and rolling his eyes.

I walked out to the car grabbing his book bag and my one suitcase.

We both went up to the room, and opened the door. Both sighing in defeat at the sight of one bed we’d have to share.

“I’m going to shower don’t destroy anything” I said to Chris

I grabbed my stuff out of my suitcase and showered. Once I was done Chris showered also.

I tried to stay on the little loveseat and far away from the bed because I did not want to share it with him.

“Movie?” He asked

“I’m sorry, was that English? Are you two years old” I said getting annoyed

“Do you want to watch a movie stupid” he asked rolling his eyes

“Sure doesn’t really matter to me” I said rolling my eyes

Chris and I sat on the bed far away from one another as we watched a movie and ate our snacks. We watched two more movies before we decided it was late enough and we should get to bed.

Chris and I had brushed our teeth, and I decided I would sleep curled up on the loveseat.

“The fuck are you doing?” He asked me

“Going to bed what does it look like moron” I said fluffing the pillow it

“It’s a huge bed big enough for the both of us to share, so put your pride aside and just come to the bed” he said

“No I’m good” I said letting my legs dangle off the edge of the seat and slouching down

“Suit yourself” he said laughing before shutting the lights off

About ten minutes later I really wished I pushed my ego aside and laid in that damn bed. My back was curved in such an awkward way, my legs becoming numb because they were dangling and my neck hurting from straining

“In pain I bet” I heard Chris say

“Says who” I spat back

“Says the fact you can’t stay still and you’re keeping me awake” he said

“Oh shut up” I said getting annoyed

“Just lay in the bed I’ll literally put my head on the opposite end” he said

“I’m not sleeping near your feet you sicko” I replied in a hushed yell

“Well then pick your poison” he said

I huffed standing up cracking my back and neck before snatching my pillow and throwing it on the empty side of the bed

I laid down allowing my back to be aligned and I let out a sigh of relief

“Isn’t it nice when you just shut up and listen to other people for once” Chris said in a whisper

“Stop talking to me and shut your eyes” I said back

He huffed out in annoyance and got silent.

I tried to fall asleep but my mind started racing. I was laying in bed with Chris only a foot away from me, he was shirtless and in his boxers…..my heart started to race a little bit

There’s no denying that Chris is attractive. It's just when he opens his mouth I want to smack him, but also kiss him?? I don’t know what I’m thinking it’s late

We both had full control of this situation…I mean I could make a move but would he go along with it? I can feel his body heat radiating off of him and my body started to ache with an unfamiliar feeling…..well a feeling I knew all too well, but this wasn’t a feeling I’ve ever had for Chris….

My throat kept running dry as I thought of all the possibilities that could happen had I just opened my mouth and told Chris I wanted to kiss him.

No! stand strong…..it’s late at night you don’t know what you’re thinking

“Why are you breathing so hard?” Chris asked me suddenly

“I thought you were asleep” I whispered back to him

“I’m trying too but you’re breathing like you just ran a race” he said back

“Sorry” was all I could whisper back

“No smart comment, I’m shocked” he said

I looked over at Chris only being able to see the silhouette of him, and I could tell he was facing towards me.

“I’m too tired for all that” I said back

“You’re acting weird” he said

“Am not” I said my breathing getting quicker

Chris suddenly reached over placing his left hand on my heart

“Why is your heart racing so fast” he asked

“Get off of me” I said pushing his hand away

“You’re a weirdo” he said

“You ever….you ever just think you’ve made the wrong mistake in life” I blurted out

“Woah deep talks with y/n” he said laughing

“Forget I said anything” I said rolling my eyes

“I’m kidding, yeah of course I do for some things” he replied back

“I feel that way, but uhh but about you” I whispered the last part

“What do you mean” he asks

“Laying here right now my heart is racing and my breathing is getting shallow. To know that you’re so close yet so far away, and that I can’t have you is messing with my head” I told him

“Who says you can’t have me?” He asks in a whisper

“Don’t mess with my head Chris” I said shaking my head

Chris pulled me to face him and only then could I really see some of his features.

“Would it be wrong to kiss you?” He asked me

“No” I whispered out breathlessly

Chris ghosted his lips over mine teasing me

“I thought you hated me?” He said

“I don’t know what I feel about you anymore” I said back

Chris rubbed his thumb on my cheek before connecting our lips in a long passionate kiss. A kiss that made all my hatred for him flutter away. This felt so wrong yet so right. Chris is not supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to despise him….but in this moment I simply can not

Pulling away we looking into each others eyes, our noses touching

“Would it be wrong to say I want more?” I asked him

“No” he whispered to me

“Chris I need you right now” I said running my hands up his toned arms and to his neck

Pulling him in to reconnect our lips as my hand ran through his hair

“God I hate that I don’t hate you” I said pulling away

“Why do you want to hate me?” He asks laughing lightly

“Because it’s easier to hate than to have this burning desire for someone” I said

“I suppose that’s true” he said

Chris leaned over allowing me to fall back on my back as he hovered over me. Leaving light kisses on my neck as he trailed his right hand up and down my body squeezing my hips

He reconnected our lips and slid his hands under my shirt cupping my breasts in his hands causing me to disconnect from the kiss to let out a small moan

I lifted up so he could remove my shirt for me and then reconnected our lips again. Slowly kissing my jawline and down to my neck leaving open mouth kisses down my chest and to the valley of my breasts

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked me

“Yeah Chris I do” I panted out

Chris kissed up the valley of my breasts and cupped my breast grabbing my left breast and swirling his tongue around my nipple

“Ohh” I moaned out lightly my fingers running through his hair

He moved over to my right breast doing the same thing. This action alone was making me so wet I began to shift under him and whimpering out

Chris kissed down my stomach kissing over my clothes pussy causing me to grip his hair and moan out his name

He came back up and helped me slip out of my underwear

Running his hands up my legs and to my thighs giving them a squeeze

“Please Chris” I said

“I know” he whispered back

Chris slipped his own boxers off and slowly stroked himself, leaning forward on his forearm his used his right hand to guide his dick to my entrance

Slowly pushing himself in, his breathing hitching at the feeling.

“Fuck y/n you feel so good” he panted out as he bottomed out

He allowed his right arm to lean near my head as he started to thrust into me, my legs spreading wider for him. And my right hand wrapping around his left bicep

He leaned his head into my neck, his hair tickling my face and his chain slowly sliding against my collar bone

His thrusts becoming deeper and harder causing my mouth to fall open

“Oh fuck Chris this feels so good” I moaned out gripping the hair at the back of his head with my left hand.

“Fuck” he moaned out at this feeling

I leaned up a little more and wrapped my legs around his waist, his breathing becoming heavier sounding like a song in my ear. Our chests touch, sending shockwaves through my brain. Who wouldve thought fucking Chris would be this amazing

Chris thrust became faster and my moans fell out of my mouth with no signs of stopping. I never wanted this feeling to stop

“Keep going Chris I’m going to cum soon” I said raking my nails up and down his back

“Okay baby” he moaned out licking his lips as he thrusted into me harder

I laid back down and Chris leans back a bit, placing my thighs over his own as he slammed into me

“Fuckkkkkk” I moaned out gripping the sheets above my head

Chris brought his hand down to rub my clit with his thumb causing my back to arch off the bed

“Oh my god” I moaned out shutting my eyes and letting my mouth fall open

With a few more thrusts I was beginning to shudder on Chris’ dick.

“I’m going to cum” I said

“Come on pretty girl” he cooed at me

He rubbed faster, and suddenly my stomach tightened causing my thighs to shake and my eyes to screw shut

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned out as I came all over him

He helped me ride out my high as I tried to catch my breath. And soon he pulled out of me, stroking his dick a few times before painting my lower abdomen in his cum.

“Fuck Y/N” he moaned out as I saw him lean his head back and his arm moving to help him ride out his own high

Chris caught his breath before getting off the bed, slipping his boxers back on and turning the lamp on

His eyes glanced over at me, my body in a sheen of sweat as I laid there limp and fucked out

Chris came back with a small wet towel to wipe me clean.

I slid my underwear and my shirt back on. Chris shut the light off and came in closer pulling me to his chest.

“I’m glad you hated me it made for some pretty hot sex” he said kissing my cheek

“You’re such a weirdo” I said giggling

“A weirdo just for you” he said back

Chris and I laid in one another’s arms talking a bit before we both fell asleep.

Our alarm for 6AM going off, so we could check out by 7AM. Chris and I had both showered and packed up our stuff.

I texted Nick that we were checking out of the hotel and heading to grab breakfast before getting back on the road. Thankfully it was only an hour and a half drive to the Vegas hotel.

Chris grabbed our bags and we walked to the car. He placed everything in and before letting me get in the car he gave me a kiss

“God you’re so beautiful” he whispered out

“You’re so corny” I said rolling my eyes and blushing

Chris rolled his eyes at me and we got in the car heading through a Dunkin’ Donuts drive thru for breakfast and hoping back on the highway

We spent the rest of the car ride laughing and enjoying each other's music.

Who would’ve thought sharing a king size bed would right our wrongs….

The End

Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I actually really loved writing this one🤭 so whoever requested this I hope you enjoyed it as well! I love yall🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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The Brothers save MC from her fear

SFW

Featuring: Lucifer/Mammon/Satan/Beel/Belphie

Warning:

Swear words.

Lucifer

When you came running to his study like a killer was chasing you he was so alarmed that he stood guard from his desk when you hid behind him and said shaking

"T-there i-is a m-m-mouse in my r-room please..."

You didn't need to say more he just sprung into action and left his study mumbling something

You slammed his study door shut and he was surprised

Are you really that scared of mice they won't hurt you you are bigger and stronger than any mouse yet they make you shake in you shoes

He captured the little fella and let him out away

When he tried to enter his study room you slammed the door again

"Don't you dare come in here with it in your hand" you warned him

"It's outside MC i don't have it on me" he said

You crack the door to look at his hand and he signed when you opened it

"Seriously you are so extra" He said

You just rolled your eyes and left his study like nothing happened.

Mammon

It was mammon's cooking duty but being the good girlfriend that you are you went to help him with it

He was doing most of the work while you just handed him ingredients and tools

"Mammooooooooon!" Your scream was so loud Mammon dropped everything and came to your rescue

When he saw a little insects on the floor

Mammon picked it up laughing his head off at your scared figure shaking in the corner of the kitchen

"Mammon you stupid idiot throw it out" when you said that Mammon had a good idea in his mind slowly he walked towards you with the insect in hand

"What did you say?" He said teasingly

"I didn't say anything just throw it out" you said now realizing your mistakes

"Come to think about it you didn't tell me how much you love me today" Mammon pinned you to the corner with his empty hand

You were shaking at this point

"I l-love you so much Mammon" you said

"And~" he said getting the insect closer to your face

"And you will always be my first and favorite demon"

"Wrong answer"

"And you are so great and funny and smart and strong and handsome please get it off meeeee!" Your tears threatening to fall

Mammon just threw it out the window and chuckled

"That's not funny do it again and you will be single!" You said

"Oh really?"

"This is not a threat this is a promise try me m*****f*****".

Satan

"AHHHHH!" you screamed running out your room and straight to Satan's

He was ready to yell at you for the noise, the door slam and interrupting his reading but he stopped when he saw your eyes all red and glossy

"S-satan why did the power went off like that?" You sniffled and he sighed

"Darling there is a storm outside it looks like we will be like this for a while" he said

All you can see is his shining demonic green eyes and you knew he could see in the dark and you couldn't so you just stuck beside him like a leech

"Satan baby can i stay here with you?" You asked

"No i am busy and you need to go as soon as the power comes back on" he said going back to reading his book

"I can't i am afraid of the dark and what if the power goes back off so please let me stay i won't speak i will just hold your hand and sleep" you said hoping he would change his mind but he didn't

"Fine i will go ask Lucifer then" you got up to leave when you felt him grab your arm and pulled you back down

"You really know how to get on my nerves human" he said

"You will let me stay?" You said

"Just stay quiet please" he kissed your forehead and went back to his book

Few minutes and you said

"Can you read me bed time stories?" You asked and he opened his mouth to reply but you closed it back up with a kiss and once you pulled away you added

"Pretty please my love" you said

Satan just stared for few seconds then said

"Pick a book"

"YAY! You are the best i would like you to read 'Flower with thorns' for me" you said snuggling close to his chest knowing that you will be asleep before the first chapter ends

Beelzebub

You were working out with Beel...well he was working out you just worked as extra weight for him to carry

When he was done he picked you up bridal style and was rocking you playfully back and forth when he saw the look of horror on your face looking up the wall a giant spider was crawling on it

"B-beel" you said but before you say anything Beel put you down and killed the spider with his hands

When he came back to pick you up you backed away from him which made him confused but soon realized that he will have to wash his hands before touching you again so he went and took a shower as a whole and you did the same

Cuddling on his bed when you said

"Beel thank you for killing that spider earlieri don't know what i would've done without you" you said rubbing your hand on his chest

He blushed and swallowed his snack before saying

"I am glad to help MC i won't let anything hurt you" he said squeezing your hand

You give him a kiss before both of you drift off to sleep

Belphie

"Belphie STOP!" You ran to your room and closed the door holding it shut for dear life because Belphie was holding an insect in his hand trying to put it on you

He overpowered you and came in you screamed and ran around the room till he cornered you

You started to cry but unlike Mammon he is not that easy to convince

"What do you want" you said hiding your head in his cow pillow that was on the ground

He took a moment to appreciate the cute sight of you curled up on the ground and said

"How about a deal? I kill the insect and you give me your desert for a week" he said

"How about you stop being spoiled and protect me instead of scaring me" your words hit him right and he put the insect away and killed it he grabbed your hand to pull you up for a hug but you didn't want that

"Let me go i am mad at you" you said crawling away from him when he pounced on you and pinned you down to the ground and said

"Aw please MC forgive me i was just joking" he begged

"If you think i will let you off the hook that easily you are dead wrong Belphegor" you said

Yep he f up and he knew so when you called him his actual full name.

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Our secret

Dom!Erik x subblack!reader, dom x sub, smut!, swear words, age difference, big brothers best friend, fluffy kinda, dd/lg themes but it’s never addressed as dd/lg

Erik Clinched his glass of cold lemonade with his Left hand, almost feeling like it could break in anytime. He bite his lip and gritted his teeth together as he watched his best friends little sister hang upside down on the white porch swing with a book in her hand. Her legs hung over the head of the swing and her white Church shoes clicked together as she read softly to herself. Her Rosy red swollen lip moved gracefully as she eyes scanned over the book page.

She was reading a book he has seen her read a thousands times. She called it a classic that she could never get tried of, Erik only laughed at her and said she was eventually going to get tried of it.

Her legs rubbed together making her light yellow dress slip down her legs and slightly exposed her pink panties. A animalistic growl vibrated through his chest but he quickly covered it up with a cough and moved away from the window when he heard his friend Approaching the kitchen.

"My mom called and told me to go to the store and get some eggs and milk. You can stay if you want it'll only take like 30 minutes." Erik nodded and sat down on the couch that was wrapped in A plastic cover.

"Alright I'll just play this game until you get back," he smirked leaning back with the Game controller in his lap. "Yeah get all the practice you can get because when I get back imma kick your ass!" Dwayne laugh his way out of the house and began his walk to the store. Erik jumped up and looked out the window and saw that he was out of sight.

He walked back to the kitchen and saw that she was still in the same position that she was in when he left. He made his way outside and sat right beside her on the swinging seat. She looked up from her book and smiled at him. "Hi." She spoke softly. She pushed her legs up flip over the chair and her dress flipped over her head. "That's not very ladylike little one," he said and pulled her dress down for her, her cheeks grow hot but she acted like she didn't care by shrugging and say- "I'm not a lady I'm a 18 year old. I'll wait to be ladylike when I get old." She Sassed sitting on the swing next to him. "Is that so" He raised eyebrow while biting his lip. She nodded. "Plus it's just you Erik..." he chuckled a little. "What does that mean?" He asked as he watched her Fiddle with his fingers.

"You have been my brother's best friend since you guys were 12 so your like a big brother to me and I know you haven't tell on me," she smiled bopping him on the nose with her finger. He bite it and she gasped. "That's not very nice E, you got your nasty spit on me" she said pouting as she wiped his saliva on her dress not even really caring much about it. Nether of them did.

"Ok and?" He put his finger in his mouth and stuck it in her ear without a second thought. She smacked his hand away and pushed his arm from around her shoulder. "Why would you do that? That was disgusting," he tried to hold in his laughter but he failed and end up bent over from laughing so hard. When he sat up and lend against him and slide her whole tongue across his face. His smile drop and If looks could kill she'd be a dead girl right now.

"Alright bet, come her-" he lunged for her but she squealed and hopped off the swing and run into the house before he could grab, he chased her all the way up stairs and she screamed the whole way up until she got to her room, Erik stopped in his tracks when he didn't see her anywhere in there. he began to look around the room because he was 100% sure that she ran in here. "______! Where you at little girl..." He whispered looking under her bed but she wasn't under there. He looked behind the door, in the bathroom, in the tube, in the toilet , behind the curtains but she was no where to be found.

"What the fuck I know she ran in here-" He Paused when he hear her giggling come from the closet, He turn on his heals and walked towards it, he swung the door open was met with nothing but the cute little Fluffy dresses she loves to wear. "_____ I won't hurt you I just wanna play" he said in a fake creepy voice. She put both of her hands over her mouth as excitement tangled through her body feeling like she was still getting Chased. He dug deeper in the closet pushing her dresses apart and he found a little white door that blended in with the walls, he honestly wouldn't even have found it if it wasn't for her giggles and the door knob sticking out of the wall. He was shocked when he opened it to find a whole decorated bedroom with a tv, DVD player a whole mini fridge with snacks on top of it and a giggling y/n sitting there.

"What the hell-" he said walking all the way In the room. she smiled at him brightly before standing up and shouting- "you found me!"

"I did find you.What's my prize?" She bite her lip innocently and shrugged batting her eyelashes at him. "The prize is you get the honor to be the only person to step foot in here besides me, not even my mom or dad know about this place." He sat next to her and pulled her on his lap and she sat with hesitation or a question asked. "Eh That's cool and all but I would much weather it if I get to lick you back," she huffed. "Mm no, I got the last lick so let's just leave it at that. I won." She sassed closing her eyes sticking her tongue out at him teasingly. He hesitated a little bit before He flick his tongue against her and she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "EW WH-" then he licked her hand then her arm then her lips all together. "I won." He chuckled at her experience.

Leaning back on the blankets and pillows all over the floor. It was her cute makeshift bed. He grabbed her from underneath her arm and sat him on her lap so she was straddling him. She dress bunched up slightly and she laid it back down. She rested her dainty hands on his stomach and smiled up at him. His breath quicken and she noticed.  "Yeah, yeah whatever." She said rolling her eyes and moving her head side to side and her two ponytails bobbed a little. It caught his attention and he flick one with his middle finger.

"I like your little bunny tails." She was confused. "They look more like big bunny tails then a ponytail , pony hair is straight and long. You're is big and puffy." He Explained was she busted into a fit of giggles and laughter. She calmed down and nodded her head agreeing with him. They did look more like a bunny tail then a pony.

"I never thought of that. You're right." She smiled at him, he adore her smile with everything in him. He adore her just in general and it was getting harder and harder to hide the fact. He felt wrong for feeling this way towards her because of the age difference and the fact that it was his best friend's little sister, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it.

"You are so fuckin' cute little one." He spoke softly licking his lips slowly. "Thank you..." She said back but he wasn't even listening because he was to focused on her plump lips moving softly as she spoke. The position they were in only made his Dirty thoughts and behavior worst. His hands slide up her thighs in reaction to the dress rising up her legs. He grip her tightly and she whimpered softly In Surprise. Her muscles began to relax in his hands as he Massage her chocolate Colored thighs. "You look so cute in this little dress you know that?-" her breathing seem to quicken to at this point and she didn't know why. He was just Simply touching her. She thought.

She squirmed in his lap and he damn near moaned. Her covered flower was laying right against him and it was driving him crazy knowing that the only thing that was keeping them apart from each other was her thin little pink panties and his dark black ripped jeans.

He wanted so badly to be buried in her cave, deep and swollen. Her pink lips gripping his member as he stroked her deeper then she could ever imagine he could go.

He felt his precum stain his boxers and he cursed himself for having such dirty thoughts about the little 18 year old sitting on him.

She brought his hands up higher on his chest, and lifted up a little so his bulge was laying right Against her aching pussy.

Erik noticed her discomfort and asked what was wrong. "I-I feel....funny?" She said more as a question then statement. His Curiosity peaked up. "What do you feel like? Is it a bad funny or is it a good funny?" He said as he ran his thumb over her jaw line and bottom lip which was red from her biting, picking, and licking it. She thought for a second and sat back on him. Excitement and tingles shot up to her clit. It shocked her and made her legs wobble a little bit. "I don't know if I like this feeling." She purred like a kitten and leaned into his hand like a cat would do to it's owner. "You want me to make it go away?" He cooed. She nodded her head desperately as the feeling only got stronger the more he spoke to her in such a low tone it seem.

"It feels funny right here?" He lifted her little light yellow dress and pointed to her covered flower. "Y-yes" She whined beginning to get frustrated with the whole situation. "If you want me to help you, you know I gotta take your panties off and touch you right?" He asked wanting to be sure she was 100% ok with this. "I know. Please hurry." She confirm and gripped his shirt tightly. He smiled feeling like he just won the lottery.

He brought her Down to lay flat on his chest while her ass was pointed up into the air. He kissed her plump lips with passion and pent up lust for the paste year of wanting to touch and kiss her. She gasped out of surprise. He was her first kiss and he couldn't be happier about that. His lips moving slow with hunger in his motions. She was in shock but nonetheless kept moving her tongue against his slick one. He broke the kiss and flipped her over so he was on top, he grabbed her hard nipples in his fingers and pinched Them roughly, she gasped and Arched. "Erik please, your making it worse are you sure you know what you're doing?" She asked innocently. Erik chuckled and pressed his thumb onto her clit making her Chest rise up against his.

"Yeah I think I know what I'm doing lil mama." Her breath came out short and quick while The warm heat of his breath tickled her jawline. He licked the crease of her neck and jaw sending chills down her back.

His arm wrapped around her Waist and down her ass. He slide his big hands down to her soaked pussy.

It was wet and warm.

His shaky hands pulled her panties to the side and revealed her chocolate colored clit and her pink and creamy insides that glistened from her arousal.

Erik let out a weak breath before dragging his pointer finger down her clit and slit. Y/n let out whimper/squeal that made Erik's dick jump.

Erik studded her face the more he moved his fingers up and down her clit. Her face was relaxed and in bliss. She was in heaven.

"You hear that princess?" He asked as he speed up his hand movements making a wet and sticky sound fill the room. "That pretty pussy so wet baby." He spoken deeply. Her mouth dropped open letting out a stream of moans and whimpers. "Oh E! feel so good." She dragged out gripping the front of his shirt, while trying to hide her face in his chest.

"Why you hiding from me princess? Huh? Lemme see that pretty face." Erik whispered in her ear. She cried out his name trying to sit her upper body up without ruining her arch.

"Whatcha hiding for babygirl? You don't want me to see how good I'm making that pussy feel?" She shook her head. Her brown cheeks were so red from embarrassing that it shocked Erik. He's never seen a black person blush this hard before.

He smirked kissing her on the cheek then her lips. They were red and swollen from all the kissing but it turned him on even more.

"Erik..." she said frantically, popping her head up from his neck. He hide his smile from her by biting his lip. "E, wait I feel like imma pee on myself!" She panicked trying to lift up from his chest, but he held her there.

"You about to cum babygirl stay still." She was still squirming around from how intense it felt. There was a knot in of her stomach and a sensation in the core of her vagina that felt incredibly too good. It was to much for her.

The feeling was getting stronger and stronger and she couldn't help the moans and gibberish words that left her mouth.

Erik's hand stayed on her clit and just before she could cum his finger stopped. He wanted nothing more then to edge her and make her cry.

Her tense body relaxed and her big brown eyes popped open and she looked Furious.

"Erik why did you stop?" She whined smacking him on the chest. "Tell me what you want princess, beg for me to give it to you." He said grabbing her chin and pulling her face to his.

"Tell me princess." She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth to speak. "Uh uh open yo eyes and tell me like a big girl." He said in a hushed tone.

"Umm I-.... Erik" she pouted kicking her foot, too embarrassed to actually tell him herself. "Please Erik? I can't-"

"Yes you can, Tell me you want to rub on ya pussy." She bite her lips as tears began to blurry her vision. "I'm too embarrassed..." Erik chuckled before he started to glide his fingers up and down her pussy really slowly. Y/n pushed her hips more against his hands so she could feel more of him.

"Please? I'll do anything you say....please just rub my pussy Erik please?" She finally blared out hiding her face back into his neck. Erik smile proud of her, and in no time his fingers were back on her clit and going to speed of lighting.

"Aww there you go princess, that all you had to say." He praised her. Kissing the side of her face as he watched her whole body slump over and eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The knot in her core before so tight that she couldn't even speak. He moved his fingers faster and the sound of slashing water filled the room. Her juices leaked all over his black jeans and the bottom of her dress.

Her body became Tease making her fingers locked them onto his plaid button up shirt and the plan black one he had underneath in a tight hold.

Erik watched as her mouth hung open and eye rolled as she mumbled "Erik, Erik oh my god yesss" over and over until her orgasm slowly faded away.

She laid there for a minute before finally sitting up in his lap. Her body was still slightly jerking from experiencing her very first orgasm.

Her eyes were hazy and low like she was high as she looked at Erik biting his lip. "You good baby?" She nodded her head before laying back on his chest.

"I have never done this before." She whispered looking up into his eyes. He looked back down at her. "I know, you like it?" He asked even though he already knew that answer. She shook her head fast making her bunny tails bounce.

Erik laughed before picking her up from his lap and sitting her on the pillows that were on the side of them.

"Where are you going?" She pouted up at him as he got up and walked to the door.

"I gotta get back down stairs before your brother get back princess." She sat up on her legs because poking her lips out for him to kiss. Erik laughter filled the room before he walked back over to her and kissed her deeply. Tongue swirling around her wet mouth.

He pulled Away after getting her a few more pecks, before leaving her Secret room and out of her room.

Just as Erik made it back down the stairs, y/b/n opened and slammed the door before throwing the grocery bag on the kitchen table.

"Alright you ready for me to kick yo ass in 2k?"

"You smell that?" Erik asked as he looked around the room. Y/b/n looked around confused sniffing the air. "It kinda smell like pus-" "Nah nigga it smell like CAP." Y/b/n fired back, plopping on the couch smirkingly.

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The end.

(Y'all If the time line is off between this one and part two it's because I wrote this when I was 16 and I feel like now that I'm 19 the reader probably shouldn't be 16 fucking on a legal boy lmao)

[beetlebug-bii]

Part 3 of feral mc but with Belphie being released from the attic. Just imagine Belphie trying to kill mc and they just bite him. Not even Barbatos could handle the child so I highly doubt Belphie could either lol.

Feral Child Mc (part three)

MC Gets Betrayed & Bombastically Side Eyed Their Way To Beating A Bitch.

A/N: I like my writing to be nothing short of silly goofy, i also wrote this at like 4am two weeks ago and was so surprised to see it in my drafts. Did i proof read it? No.

Enjoy anyways💕

Now, you have been a menace since you've arrived

Only truly unstoppable by Diavolo, Lucifer and Barbatos on a good day

Today

Was not one of those days

No

Not at all

You see

Late in the night after being very snuggly tucked in

And then duck taped to the bed

And then your pajamas stapled to the bed

And then tied to the bed

In their defense

Not a single brother has gotten a single decent night of sleep

Not since Mammon awoke one night to see your little face peeking out from the vents

You screamed at him and launched from the darkness, stealing his sun glasses before scrumbling deep into the walls

no one has ever heard Mammon scream so loudly

Needless to say they were pretty fucking done with your scrumbling

Besides, they tied Satan to the bed and look at him! A totally chill and normal member of society :D

Anyways you were built different and managed to escape

You had to check on your little friend in the attic after all, it had been a few days

Upon going in, you glared at eachother for exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds

Before he started the whole sweet act on you

"Awh hey, you can let me out now right? You can do that? Whose a good little human?"

Offense taken

You werent a dog

though you wont lie and say you havent growled back at Cerberus before...

No you know what

Who does this man think he is?

You are a child with 6 of the deadliest pacts in the world!

...

...

...

Wait a second

Who thought that was a good idea

Genuinely

You are feral

A monster

The other students at RAD cower before you

You made the Angel's cry

YOU CHOKED BARBATOS WITH A SHOE LACE

WHO IN THE 7 CIRCLES OF HELL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO MAKE A PACT WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE

well whatever it's not like this is gonna come back and bite you

But you werent gonna release the bitch from his kennel

Not without a price

Mammon would be so so proud of you!

It took a lot of back and forth, but he promised 12 firecrackers, a new plushie, and a trip to the candy store

Hell yea candy

Open up oh magic lock

Oh he fucking kicked you across the room

Well that's not fucking candy

Lying prick

So this fucking incel loser started ranting about something or other

To be honest you didnt care

In fact you decided he didnt get a monologue

You were pissed off

You freed him

Were you the embodiment of capitalism while doing so?

Maybe

But that doesnt mean he can just hit you

Like

You have such a cute face

He's just mad that you're the baby of the family now

And that thought gave you a great idea!!

"I'm telling Lucifer"

Would have been your final words

Had you not been

Well

You.

Next thing you know he's chasing you down the stairs, grabbing you and choking you out

Which

Not gonna lie

Was a bitch move

So you kicked him square in the jaw and started screaming, just like papa lucifer taught

Stranger danger kids

Dont release strange men from the attic in exchange for candy

It's not worth it and they are lying

So obviously you pissed off what's his name

You're pretty sure its bitch boy

Anyways so you pissed off bitch boy and he started trying to stab you with a chair leg

Which was like

So rude

And the others were like bro stop

Except more panicked you're pretty sure but you werent a crybaby bitch like this loser so you know

You had to go for the knees

You slid around him, kicked him in the back of the knees

This wasnt your first rodeo

Apparently

Because you climbed on the demonic cow and grabbed the horns man

You were holding on for dear life before you just bit into his head

Like

I dont think he even knew what to do at that point

You ruined his WHOLE SPEECH

THEN FOR SOME REASON YOU GOT MAD AT HIM

gee I wonder why

THEN HIS BROTHERS SHOWED UP

THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE HOW IT WENT AT ALL

PRICK

Recounting this tale now, a few months later, you'd like to think that he was just being the most frfr brother out of everyone

You two had to be torn apart like a pair of summer popsicles

You were kicking and screaming

He was kicking and screaming

Mammon was kicking and screaming, somehow his leg got caught in between you two

It was a warzone

The hallway was destroyed

Multiple bedrooms? Just gone

The brothers?

So

So tired...

None of that fake shit

Deep down you know you would've won though

You still call him bitch boy💕

[unloved-cadillac]

Time is on Our Side. (Ayato x Reader)

Summary: Y/n returns home after 12 years to the boy she loves.

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“Y/n! Give it back!”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first, Ayato!”

Two young kids tell back and first while the blue-haired Prince chases his best friend along the beach of Inazuma. She was fast. Always giving Ayato a run for his life whenever she played games with him. Y/n held his seashell she stole when he wasn’t looking. And right now, she wasn’t either as she trips on a stone and falls on the sand.

“Y/n!” Ayato sprints to her as she sits up. “Are you okay?” He asks, kneeling down to her. “My knee. It hurts.” She says, voice breaking a bit.

“Shh. I’m here. Hold my hand. This is gonna sting a bit.” He holds out his hand as she fits hers in it. Ayato begins to bend water and heals her scratches. The fresh feeling of the cold water left a refreshing aftermath on Y/n’s knee as she straightens her leg. “Hey it’s all better! You’re awesome, Ayato!” She says and he blushes. “I-It’s nothing, really.”

Y/n smiles and gives him his seashell back and kisses his cheek. “It matches your hair.” She says and Ayato blushes. “Come on. Let’s head back. Ayaka’s probably worried sick.” Ayato says and helps Y/n up. The young kids walk to the Kamisato Estate where Ayaka sat with her grandma. “Yato!” She yells and runs to her big brother. “Hey, baby sis. Look what I got for you.” He bends down and gives her matching seashell like his. Ayaka’s eyes sparkle and widen as she awes at it. “Thank you!” Y/n patted Ayaka’s head and gave her a bag of seashells. “Let’s make a chime with them, Ayaka. What do you say?” She asks and Ayaka nods enthusiastically. The trio headed to the balcony and began to make the chimes. Ayato’s eyes never left Y/n, his little heart beating a million beats per minute whenever he sees her made it hard to concentrate. He’d confess but he felt it wasn’t the right time just yet. But he never missed the way she caught his gaze and held it with a smile. The way their hands would brush against each other and neither of them flinching away.

Y/n's family was in the shoe business. Her father was the best shoe tailor in all of Inazuma and even sold shoes to the higher families, like the Kamisato clan. That's how they met. The first time she saw Ayato was when Y/n’s dad had been called personally by the Head of the Kamisato Clan to see the new stock. Y/n stood next to her dad as he showed Lord Kamisato the newest shoe creation when she saw the blue-haired boy outside. He was training with one of his teachers and Y/n snuck away to watch them spar. Ayato's eyes drifted to Y/n's and he got distracted. Poor boy got struck down but Y/n giggled at him. Ever since then, the two had been inseparable. Until now.

When Y/n went back home, she had received news that made her heart drop. Her father had been offered a new place to work but it was in Liyue.

“So you’re leaving?” Ayato asks and she nods. They sat on a rock by the beach as she told him. “It’s important that he goes, Ayato. It’s something he’s been wanting for a while now and-”

“Do you have to?”

Ayato interrupts her and she looks at him. As she looked in his eyes, she could feel her heart break. “Yes. I’m all he has left, Ayato.” She says softly and turns her head towards the sea. Silence falls between them but it’s broken shortly after when Ayato hears Y/n chuckle. “What?”

“Why are we acting like I’m never coming back? This is my home. I may be gone for a while but I will come back. You can’t live without me.” She says and they both share a laugh.

“Promise?” Ayato asks and Y/n holds out her pinky to which he locks with his. “I promise you, Kamisato Ayato, my best friend in the entire world, that I will come back.”

Ayato and Ayaka watched the ship Y/n and her dad took, sail away. She stood by the edge and waved as the brother and sister waved back. “Don’t forget us, Y/n!” Ayaka screams. “Never!” Y/n yells back and smiles. Ayato’s breathing became heavy as he held back tears. The ocean was taking the girl he fell in love with away from him. His heart was sailing away and he wasn’t sure when he might get it back.

A year after Y/n left, the deity known as the Raiden Shogun, announced her eternal world by sealing off Inazuma from the outside world. People who were in couldn’t leave and vice versa. The news broke Ayato. All hope of seeing Y/n again was gone. It seemed like this was his destiny.

News of Inazuma’s lockdown reached the whole of Teyvat, including Liyue. Y/n cried harder than she ever did. Her home wasn’t hers anymore. Ayato and Ayaka were too far to reach. That day, she swore to keep the promise she made with the boy she loved.

To come back home. No matter what.

12 Years later

Y/n walked the streets of Liyue doing her daily errands as she looked at the fruit stall. Two guys were next to her talking as she picked her fruit.

“I can’t believe it though. It’s finally over. Inazuma’s free again.”

“Over a decade and now the Shogun comes to her senses. No offense to her but damn. She didn’t really think that was possible, did she?”

Y/n’s eyes widen as she listens. She turns to them and taps one of their shoulders. “Excuse me? Sorry for disturbing but I couldn’t help but over hear. Did you say the Souku decree is over?”

“Yes. An incident happened and the Shogun finally lifted the lockdown.”

“So people can go visit there now?”

“Yeah. I heard Inazuman cuisine is amazing. We have to go..”

The two men drifted off into conversation as Y/n stood in shock. It’s over. She could go back. She could see him again. There was hope.

Y/n sprinted back to the shop where her uncle was with a customer and another coworker. “Yuko.” Y/n calls her and she looks at the girl. “Hmm?” Y/n makes a “come here” motion with her hand and Yuko walks to her. “Yup?”

“Did you hear? About Inazuma?”

Yuko tilts her head then her eyes widen. “Yes. Yes! I did! The Soukou decree has been banned. That man is just telling your uncle about it now.” Yuko points to Y/n’s uncle and customer.

Y/n smiles to herself as she remembers the last day back at Inazuma.

“I’m going back.”

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“I’m going back home, Uncle.” Y/n tells him as she begins to pack. “For how long? What about the business? What about-“

“Uncle.” Y/n stops him and he looks at her. Smiling, she takes his hands in hers, “I’m going to open up shop down there. You will be owner of our Liyue branch and I will be the owner back home. It’s what dad wanted anyway.” She looks at her dad’s photo on the wall and so does her uncle.

He sighs.

“Can’t argue with the facts, Y/n. We’ll sort out the business aspect once you’re settled down there. Come here.” He opens his arms for her and she happily hugs him. “Gonna miss you, kiddo.”

“I’ll miss you too, Uncle.”

The next day, Yuko had her bags packed with Y/n’s as they boarded the first ship to Inazuma. “Can you believe it, Yuko? After all these years..” Y/n says and looks out at the ocean. “I really can’t. So much of adventures await us, Y/n. I’m excited.” She says and holds Y/n. “Me too.” Y/n smiles.

The ocean was calm, few bumps here and there, but the sun shined brightly indicating a brand new start. When the ship started getting closer to Inazuma, Y/n and Yuko looked at the place. “Wow! Inazuma is…beautiful!” Yuko says and Y/n nods. “And this is just the beginning.”

At the dock, Y/n hopes off of the ship, holding her hat in place as she takes in the scenery. Sakura trees, the smell of fish.

Home. She was finally home.

“The guys said everything will be ready to take in the evening. So take me everywhere, Y/n.” Yuko says, making Y/n chuckle. “Yeah. Looks like nothing much has changed anyway. I’d still know this place like the back of my hand.”

The two went through Ritou, looking at the different stalls and admiring all of the places they came across. “We should head to the city. Get some food.” Y/n says and Yuko agrees.

At the restaurant, Y/n and Yuko stood in the line as they waited to order, when Yuko taps Y/n’s shoulder. “Hey isn’t that the traveler?” Y/n looks and sees the traveler with a very familiar face. Blue hair, a cryo vision. Y/n’s eyes widen as she grabs Yuko’s hand. “Oh my god. Yuko, that’s…”

Ayaka walked with the traveler, smiling and laughing when her eyes landed on Y/n. “Ayaka? Hello? You good?” Paimon waves a hand in front of Ayaka’s face but she didn’t flinch. Paimon and Traveller look at Y/n.

“Ayaka..” Y/n says and Ayaka runs to her. “Y/n!” She hugs Y/n and holds onto her. “It’s you. It’s really you. You’re back. You’re back.” Ayaka says through tears. “I’m here. Oh, Ayaka. How I missed you.”

Ayaka pulls away and Y/n cups her face. “You’ve grown up. Looks at you.” Y/n says and sniffs. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/n. There’s so much I have to tell you.”

“I know. I’m just glad I’m here now. How is everyone? I heard about Lord and Lady Kamisato. I’m so sorry, Ayaka. I wish I could’ve been here. I couldn’t even write.” Y/n says as her tears fall. “No, no it’s okay. We’re all fine.”

Ayaka tells Y/n about the traveller and Y/n tellls her about Liyue and her dad. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” Ayaka says and Y/n shakes her head. “No need.” She pauses for a second. “How is..” she asks and Ayaka smiles, knowing who. “He’s good. He’s the Yashiro Commissioner now. It’s a long story. Please, Yuko and Y/n, join us for dinner. It’ll be so nice to be together again.”

“Oh, are you sure we won’t be a bother, Lady Kamisato? You both seem so busy.” Yuko says and Ayaka waves her fan. “No, not at all. I’ll tell our guards to get your stuff as well but please come.” Ayaka holds Y/n’s hands as if she’ll leave again. Y/n smiles at the little girl she remembers. How Ayaka used to braid her hair and decorate it with all sorts of flowers she found. How Y/n used to read to her under the tree at their home with Ayato playing his violin. Beautiful memories that shall live on forever.

“Alright, we’ll come.” Y/n finally says and Ayaka smile broadens. “There’s just a few things I need to get done before we come. I’m opening up shop here so I just need to get my stuff sorted out.” Y/n says and Ayaka nods. “Don’t be late.” Y/n hugs Ayaka and the trio leave while Y/n smiles. “It looks like she really missed you, Y/n.” Yuko says. Y/n nods and wipes her eyes. She couldn’t wait for night to fall.

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After somewhat sorting out the shop, Y/n and Yuko prepare to go to the Kamisato Estate. Yuko ran up and down looking for things while Y/n just sat still. “That guy that was helping us was really cute. Granted he has horns but whatever- Y/n?” Yuko turns her head to the abnormallly quiet Y/n who stares at her hands. “Y/n? Are you okay?” Y/n looks up to see Yuko and nods. “Just…a bit overwhelmed, I guess.”

Yuko smiles and leans in front of Y/n. “It’s okay. We don’t have to go if you don’t want?” Y/n quickly shakes her head and gets up. “No. No, I’m fine. Ready?” Yuko nods. And the two headed off.

As they walked up the steps, Yuko pointed at different things and awing at them while Y/n told stories about how she used play here. When they made it to the gate, a guard stopped them. “Lady Kamisato is expecting guests and cannot meet with anyone.”

Yuko and Y/n look at each other. “Yeah, we’re the ones she’s expecting.” Yuko says.

“General Shiju. It’s lovely to see you again.” Y/n says and the general frowns in thought. “You know me?” He asks and she nods. “I will always remember the guard who was assigned to watch three troublemakers. Remember when we pranked you by leaving you in the forest?” Y/n smiles and his face brightens and his jaw drops in awe.

“Y/n! O-oh my. I can’t believe it. Little Y/n is here. Look how you’ve grown.” He says and bows his head.

“Please come in. My lady has been waiting for you.” He stands aside and lets the girls in. “Woah, Y/n! This place is amazing.” Yuko says and Y/n agrees. “It’s like it never changed.” Y/n whispers. The both of them enter the estate where the smell of food hit them both. They look around but don’t see Ayaka.

“Ah. Hello. Welcome to the Kamisato Estate. My names Thoma, the housekeeper. Please follow me to my lady.” Thoma says and escorts the ladies to Ayaka. The room was spacious with a table filled with food. Ayaka got up from her seat to welcome her guests.

“Feel at home?” Ayaka asks Y/n and Y/n nods. “Thank you for inviting us, Lady Kamisato.” Yuko says. “Please call me Ayaka. Ayato is running a bit late. He has some stuff to attend to but he will come.” Ayaka winks at Y/n. “Let’s eat!” Yuko says and they all dig in.

They all talked and laughed and then it turned into business. “Y/n, your first pair of shoes you make on your home ground will be mine. I called it.” Ayaka says and Y/n giggles. “Of course, Ayaka.”

The sound of the door opening then closing catches everyone’s attention. “Oh! Looks like my lord is here.” Thoma says and goes to welcome home the commissioner. Y/n freezes in her seat, staring at the entrance. Ayaka shares a look with Yuko. ‘He’s here’ she mouths to her and Yuko nods.

“I heard we have a visitor. Are they in there?” A deep voice asks and Y/n breathes heavily. “Yes. Lady Kamisato is there as well. Right this way.” Thoma says and walks in. He opens the paper wall and Y/n sees a flash of blue disappear behind it.

“Yuko, come with me for a sec.” Ayaka says and helps Yuko up, leaving Y/n alone.

“My sister says that you’re an old friend of hers. How may I be of service to you?” His rich voice asks and Y/n gulps. So…different. His voice sounds like the finest silk in Teyvat. No longer the young boy she remembers.

“I promised a certain boy I’ll come back to him.” She says and Ayato gasps softly. ‘Is it..could it be?’

Suddenly, the paper wall is moved and Ayato looks at her. Y/n smiles as she gets up. “Y-Y/n?” He asks through a gasp. She nods. “I’ve missed you, Ayato.” She says and Ayato walks to her.

He pauses. Trying to catch his breath. “Y/n. You’re here. You’re home. When? I didn’t even know.” He asks and Y/n smiles. “Surprise.” She says and he immediately embraces her. His arms. In his arms, she felt home. Her smell was one he couldn’t ever forget. Ayato holds her and they both kneel on the ground. “I thought about you everyday, Y/n. I couldn’t forget you.” Ayato says and she hums. “And I you, Ayato.” She pulls away slowly and looks at his face.

She cups his cheek and he holds her hand. “I promise to never leave you again.” She whispers and he smiles. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Two months later

Y/n and Yuko were settled in and business already started to increase. Having the designs imported from Liyue, but made with Inazuman materials was quite the attention stealer. Ayato visited every day and Ayaka would sometimes pop by. Even though Ayato was still the Yashiro Commissioner, he always made time for her.

Y/n was in the back on the store, sorting out storage when a pair of hands covered her eyes. “Guess who.” Ayato says and Y/n hums. “This voice seems familiar. Is it the same boy I used to steal all his things from?” Ayato chuckles and she turns around to face him. “Ah yes. My little thief. Still have my kimonos?” He asks and Y/n nods. “Of course. But I do much rather prefer these new ones,” she says touching his chest material, “so pristine. So..lovely.”

Her hand laid on his chest as they both stared into each other’s eyes. A soft twinkle in Y/n’s as her playful side started to awaken. Ayato bites his bottom lip as he looks at hers. “You can have it. Have them all. But first,” he bends down to the side of her neck,” don’t you need to remove these first?” His breath tickled her skin as she softly gasped when his lips laid a kiss on her.

Y/n’s eyes shut as he played with her. But suddenly, he pulled awa, just far enough to see her face. Y/n’s opens her eyes to look at him. “No. Not like this. I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you but properly. Be mine, Y/n?” His question hung in the air, making Ayato nervous. Something he has never felt in all his years.

But Y/n smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. “I was always yours.” She whispers and clashes his lips with hers. It all felt so natural.

The stars in Teyvat aligned for them and fate had brought the two together. If there’s one thing Teyvat knows, it’s that the heart knows no bounds.

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“I cannot wait to get him. He better come home.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[sea-owl]

So this is similar to my spouses' time travel au but instead of just them remembering the Bridgertons also remember and of course they got no chill. It's not officially part of the au, I just want to make myself giggle with a what if.

Anthony Bridgerton had woken up alone in his bed in the Bridgerton House. He was confused at first because usually he would wake up beside his beautiful wife, but there were times she had early meetings to get to. Was today one of those days? She must have left a while ago because her side of the bed was cold. Who was his wife-

Five screams tore Anthony out of his thoughts and had him darting out of his bed. None of those screams sounded anything like his children so who-?

Seven doors were thrown open at the same time and Anthony was faced with five of his much younger looking siblings and their mother, who looked like the other shoe finally dropped. 

What were his siblings doing in his house? Don’t they all have their own homes and families to bother? And how the hell do they all look so much younger? If Anthony didn’t know any better, he would say they were at ages when Daphne had her first season. All of them copied Anthony’s look of suspicion.  And where was Kate? Is she part of this elaborate prank? Were his other in-laws involved too? 

Before any of the siblings could start blaming one another Violet calls a family meeting in the drawing room. Her six oldest children following behind her. 

“First tell me what was the last thing you all remember?” Violet asked as they all settled in. 

The answer was the same among the six siblings, Gregory’s wedding and them welcoming Lucy to the family. 

Violet nodded. “At least you all came from the same time.”

“Mother what are you talking about?” Anthony asked.

Violet sighed, bracing herself. “The year is no longer 1827, it is now 1813, the season will be starting again in a few months.”

The six siblings sat stunned, all of them staring at their mother. Daphne was the one to break the silence, her voice sounding scared. “Mother this is not funny. Please whatever elaborate prank our spouses or Gregory and Hyacinth are pulling it must stop.” 

Before Violet could say anything else the arguing voices of a twelve year old Gregory and a ten year old Hyacinth fill their siblings ears as they rush past the drawing room. 

That could certainly not be faked. 

The drawing room bursted into chaos. Colin started pacing by a window. Francesca sunk lower into her seat, grabbing onto Eloise and keeping her in place. Benedict started playing with hands as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Anthony is staring at a wall, and Daphne is burying her face in her hands. 

“My children don’t exist,” Daphne mumbled to herself, “and my husband is currently not my husband.”

“At least Simon comes this year, and you don’t have to wait another eleven years,” Eloise argued as she continued to hold onto Francesca. 

“Eloise!” Violet snapped. “I’m sure this can’t be easy for any of you. You do not need to take out on one another.” 

Colin stopped pacing and just stared out the window, bewildered. Benedict taking notice of his younger brother joined him at the window and then he too was staring. 

“I think I'm hallucinating,” Colin said. 

“I don’t think it’s possible to have the same hallucinations,’ Benedict replied, eyes still glued to the window. 

“I say what the devil are you two looking at?” Anthony joined at the window, and then joined the staring. 

Now curious Violet and the girls also took a peak out the window. The view of the window put the Featherington House insight. Getting out of two carriages marked with Lady Danbury’s crest was their spouses. Kate, Sophie, and Penelope were giggling at the boys as they stepped out of one carriage. In the other carriage Phillip stumbled onto Simon after Michael accidentally tripped him. 

Five seconds later all six siblings were scrambling towards the door with Violet chasing after them.  

“Don’t you dare leave this house! None of you are dressed! Don’t make me drag you back by your ears!” 

[frost-queen]

Christmas surprise (Reader x Steve Harrington)

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“Do we have everything?” – you asked, hands on your hips. – “Does this look ready, Y/n?” – Robin asked you. She sat down by the oven, having pulled out the food. You shook your head. – “At least ten more minutes.” – you commented. – “But I’m hungry.” – Robin whined, shoving the food back, shutting the oven door. – “Maybe there are some more appetizers you can eat?” – you suggested. – “Uhm too late for that.” – Nancy spoke, popping into the kitchen with an empty plate. 

“Mike ate the last seven of them.” – You sighed deep, Robin puffing her cheeks up. – “Seven! That little brat ate seven appetizers without asking anyone else.” – You could clearly see the color change in her cheeks. – “I’m going to kill him!” – Robin got up, storming out of the kitchen. Nancy and you shared a brief look. – “Best I look around for some snacks before Robin eats my brother alive.” – she said making you laugh. 

From the room next door, you heard Mike scream, Robin chasing after him. The front door opened, Steve and Jonathan coming inside. – “The driveway is snow clear.” – Steve said, stomping the snow of his shoes. – “Perfect! Thanks big boy.” – You walked over to him, greeting him with a kiss. Steve and Jonathan quirked their eyebrows up, hearing loud noises. You chuckled. – “Robin is killing Mike because he ate all the left over appetizers.”

“Auch! May he rest in peace.” – Steve spoke, receiving a playful stomp from you. He wrapped his arms around your back, hugging you. – “Steve! I have a million things to do.” – you said, trying to nudge him off you with your elbow. He clamped onto you, head on your shoulder. – “Just give me a minute. I need to warm up.” – he mumbled. He moved his cold fingers under your shirt, making you scream loud. You didn’t find it funny at all. 

You pushed yourself away, slapping Steve against his shoulder. Steve laughing loud. – “Okay… okay I yield.” – he said holding his hands up from your intense glare. – “What do you need me to do?” – He asked. – “Can you maybe go down to the basement and bring back some drinks?” – you said. – “You got it babe.” – he saluted you, making his way downstairs. On his way he encountered Dustin, who he forced into helping him. – “Y/n! Y/n!” – you barely had turned around when El came running into the kitchen. 

“Yes El.” – you said. – “You need to help me! This present is impossible to wrap.” – she held out a weirdly shaped item. Pieces of tape and wrapping paper in a chaos stuck to it. You pressed your lips together to not laugh. El looked disappointed to the ground. You approached her, moving your fingers through her hair. – “Why don’t you go get some wrapping paper and I’ll help you.”

El shoved the present in your hand. – “Thank you Y/n. You are the best!” – she called out over her shoulder, while running to the next room. You set the present down on the table, removing all the tape and paper of it. El returned with wrapping paper as you showed her how to do it. Finished, she hugged you with much love. – “No go place it under the tree.” – you said, ushering her to do so. You took out some napkins, taking them inside to the table. By the tree sat Will and Lucas chatting. 

Max was reading a magazine, wearing the reddest socks anyone could find. Nancy must have found some snacks as Robin wasn’t chasing Mike anymore. You stood in the opening, unaware of the mistletoe above your head. Dustin came from behind you, holding up two bottles. – “Where do you want these?” – he asked you. He came standing beside you. Lucas suddenly pointing at you. – “Dustin and you have to kiss!” – he called out. – “What?” – you said, looking around. 

You sighed seeing the mistletoe above your head. – “Rules are rules Y/n!” – Dustin exclaimed cheerful. You bend down, leaving a kiss on Dustin’s head. – “Hey! No kissing my girlfriend Henderson!” – Steve shouted placing his drinks down. He came over, pushing Dustin away. Steve grabbed you by the waist, pressing his lips on yours. – “Gross.” – you heard some call out.

Steve could care less, fully enjoying to kiss his girl. You moved away, going to place the napkins on the table. You had no idea who hung the mistletoe, but it sure left some funny kisses. Robin gave you a kiss on your cheek. Will had to give Nancy a kiss on the cheek. Lucas and Mike only shook hands. Max and El hugged, giving each other a sweet kiss on the cheek. Nancy and Jonathan kissed. So did Lucas and Max. Robin even received a kiss on the cheek from Steve and you. 

“Should we do some presents first?” – El proposed, very excited to open gifts. Everyone looked over at you. As if you were the mom of the entire family gathering. – “I guess we could do a few before diner?” – you shrugged your shoulders. – “Awesome!” – Dustin said, rubbing his palms together. Everyone came sitting down around the Christmas tree. The lights giving a very homey vibe. – “Who goes first?” – Jonathan asked. – “Whoever drinks their drink up first.” – Robin proposed. – “Deal!” – Steve said nudging her. Everyone had a glass, waiting for the countdown. 

"3, 2, 1!” – Robin called out. The competition was on. All doing their very best to drink their drink up the fastest. Jonathan set his glass down, bringing his hands up. – “I win!” – he said. Nancy got up to the tree, taking out his gift. – “Merry Christmas Jonathan.” – she spoke, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Jonathan unwrapped his gift. – “Wow thank you Nancy!” – he showed everyone the new supplies to develop his photo’s. – “I was running low on those.” – he informed everyone. Nancy snorted. – “I know.”

Next up was El who received a cool outfit from Nancy. Steve had been trembling his leg the entire time. You thought it was from the excitement. Little did you know it was for something else. – “Okay maybe just one more before we go to diner.” – you suggested. – “Then I go!” – Steve raised his hand. Robin nudged Nancy, giving her a cheeky smile. Steve returned from the tree with a tiny box. You held your hands open, but he wouldn’t give you the present. – “I actually have to open this for you.” – he said, making you frown. You were so confused. How come he needed to open your Christmas gift. 

It was all very vague. Steve started unwrapping the tiny box. When he ripped the last paper of it, knelt he. Your eyes widened, hands moving to your mouth. He cleared his throat, opening the box to reveal a ring. – “Y/n…” – he started. – “Yes!” – you screamed out, tears rolling down your cheek. – “Babe, I haven’t asked anything yet.” – Steve chuckled out. – “Right, right of course. Do ask.” – you said urging him to proceed while wiping some tears away. 

Steve smiled at your cute reaction. – “So Y/n.” – he started. You nodded; lips pressed together before you could interrupt him again. – “Y/n, my dream girl… will you marry me?” – he asked. You offered him your hand, too overcome with emotions. – “Babe… you do need to answer me.” – he whispered with a smirk. – “Oh right… yes, yes, yes please I want to become Misses Harrington.” – you answered.

Steve slid the ring around your finger. Your friends clapping and cheering as you got up. You kissed Steve with everything you got. Robin’s stomach growled, making you pull away. – “Let’s eat!” – you said happily. Robin jumped up, running to the table. You received some congrats as they passed. – “You won’t be my girlfriend anymore.” – Steve teased as you admired the ring. – “What… what do you mean?” – you replied confused. – “You are my fiancé now.” – he grinned, leaving a kiss on your cheek. – “Misses Y/n Harrington. It has a nice ring to it.” – you spoke, leaning against his chest, looking at your ring. 

“It sure does.” – Steve responded. He brought your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss. – “Y/n can you help me with the food?” – you heard Nancy call out from the kitchen. You nudged Steve for being so darn full of surprises. He followed you into the kitchen, helping out to set the food on the table. Soon you were all eating and chatting loudly. Enjoying a nice Christmas. 

“Look!” – Will called out, pointing at the window. All of you looked, seeing snow fall onto the ground. It made it extra special. Steve and Jonathan groaned. – “More shoveling in the morning then.” – they said. Nancy and you laughed. – “Merry Christmas future husband.” – you laughed, letting yourself lean against him. – “Merry Christmas future wife.” – he responded moving his arm around you.

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[whothefuckgavemeinternet]

I'm a menace for my school work, but yeah.

So, you all see how everyone is convinced that Mikey - mainly Rise version but it could fit with the 2012 version too - is a soft babe with a little bit of a gremlin attitude but no more no less? Well, I'm pretty sure he's more of a gremlin than a babe. Man, he is 13 at the start of the series. You can't even begin to imagine how much of a pain in the ass I was when 13 hit me.

I used to do so much bullshit. My friends/family literally had to keep an eye on me every time we went out because I have these magic hands that managed to break everything I touched, no matter how damn hard they were.

My point is that Mikey is a natural disaster. Figures. But if he and his family were wearing tennis, boots or whatever shoes you like to put them on, and for script convenience they happened to be white, Mikey would get out of the blue, full speed to his siblings - yep, April is in the middle too - and stomp on their shoes as hard and fast as he can, screaming for his brothers not to do the same to him, even when he obviously deserves it.

Gosh, Mikey will be a hell of a nightmare. Imagine Leo just got his new pair of white super cool tennis shoes. He is super excited and is taking as much care of them as he can, rambling about how comfy and awesome they are to a so-done Donnie when out of nowhere he senses The Danger, The Imbalance in Force. Donnie feels it too and gets out of the room in a matter of seconds. Through the whole lair, a battle scream is heard. And out of the corner: BOOM; Savage Mikey Is On The Game, Babe!

We can tell that was the end of Leo's perfect, awesome, cool white shoes, and the start of one grand fight of Leo chasing Mikey, who is doing his best to hide behind Raph while laughing at full force as Raph tries to get Leo to not kill Mikey.

It could even be part of the lair games: "Last one with the cleanest shoes wins!" And even if Mikey doesn't win, he does get his brothers running all around trying to stay away from him and failing miserably.

If you didn't chase your friends to stomp on their new clean shoes, did you even have a childhood?

[lmelodymusicl]

Melody’s Movie Reviews #1: Newsies (1992)

Hey guys. Welcome to the very first post of Melody’s Movie Reviews.

Today, I’m going to be reviewing Newsies (1992). Yes, the original movie version with Christian Bale. I watched for the first time at the beginning of the year and I enjoyed it. And then, I watched it again just four months ago

Here were my exact thoughts while watching Newsies (1992):

Hearing Max Casella’s voice at the opening really made me excited. 

I felt so bad for all these little boys sleeping on top of the statue without any shoes on their feet.  It was pretty heartbreaking.

Boots is literally me when I don’t want to get up. All the boys are basically a mood for anyone who isn’t a morning person.

Me and my mom were watching this, and she was disgusted at the fact that Snitch had his feet on Itey’s face, and they were both dirty. 

Christian Bale is adorable in this scene. 

And of course, Snipeshooter takes Racetrack’s cigars for no reason. Ugh! Snipeshooter always gets on my nerves. No wonder he’s my least favorite!

Carrying The Banner starts playing and I’m loving every second of it. The choreography and the chemistry with the boys. It’s so obvious that all the boys vibed together in real life off-set, and that’s one of the thing I love about this movie. 

Oh, geez, it’s those Delancey brothers. And they go picking on Snipeshooter for no reason. Snipeshooter isn’t my favorite, but he still doesn’t deserve it. 

Racetrack really said “only I'm allowed to pick on Snipeshooter.”

Jack’s play-fight with the Delanceys is very entertaining to see. A

In this scene, we’re introduced to Davey and Les. I can already tell that I’m going to like this. 

I love how these boys mock Wiesel by calling him Weasel.I would do the same thing.

Les is sooo cute when he sits next to Jack! And their interactions are really sweet!

I like how David doesn’t want anything to do with Jack at first, but Les instantly connects with him. Also, the part where Jack squishes his face is so cute!

Instantly as the newsies sell their papers, Pulitzer comes on the scene.

Even Seitz has more common sense in his little finger than Pulitzer and his cronies combined. 

Oh, No! Here comes big jerk Snyder the Spider. My mom didn’t know why he was chasing Jack, so I had to explain it to her halfway.

Ann-Margaret is amazing as Medda. And I loved her interaction with Les. It’s so adorable! 

Here’s where we meet the Jacobs family. I love how everyone takes a liking to Jack. And I especially love how he takes a liking to Sarah from the very beginning. Les singing “Lovey-Dovey Baby” in his sleep is so funny!

This is where Jack and Davey become friends. And this is where Santa Fe starts playing. And let me tell you how excited I was when that song played. 92sies has the best version of Santa Fe. Christian Bale didn’t have to go so hard, but he did! 

I will never forgive Kenny Ortega for cutting out the lasso scene, especially since Christian worked so hard on it.

This is where The World Will Know starts playing. It’s a great song, and 92sies’ version is the best one! Everyone did such an amazing job! 

This where we meet Bryan Denton, and he has such chemistry with David. Also, David is so adorable in this scene when he’s blushing! I knew that Jack and Les would be kicked out the doors, but Jack is a badass as always in this scene. So is Les!

This is where we meet Spot Conlon for the first time. To be honest, I thought I was going to hate him, but then I instantly started to like him! 

Les repeating “real hoity toity” is so freaking adorable. Matter of fact, everything he does in this movie is so adorable!

Seize the Day is just starting and I’m already pumped. David Moscow really went hard for this number! And he didn’t have any dance training at all!

The little newsies during Seize the Day are so cute!  Especially Boots, Les, and Flipper!

Jack making faces at Weasel against the window never fails to make me laugh! 

I was literally screaming when Crutchy got taken away to the Refuge.

I’ve only seen Ten-Pin for two seconds and I really don’t like him. The way he insulted ed Crutchy by calling him a g*mp is absolutely disgusting. Movie Jack didn’t take well to that! Musical Jack just called Crutchy a cr*p without any qualms!

Aaaannnnd here’s Big Jerk Snyder!

The boys singing during Seize The Day (Chorale) sound like a choir of angels, and I’m loving it. The choreography is absolutely amazing and it reminds me of Michael Jackson.

It’s so adorable how the little newsies made drums for this number. 

Annnd here’s Spot Conlon and Brooklyn! I was clapping when they arrived! I was cheering when they won and Denton took the picture!

This is when King of New York starts playing! The tap dancing is amazing, but I bet the costumers were thinking “Those kids are ruining the tables.”

I always skip this scene of the confrontation between Snyder and Crutchy because I can sence that something even worse is gonna happen. 

Sarah and Jack didn’t even have that many scenes together, but they had more chemistry than musical Jack and Katherine did.

I really like Seitz. He knows that what Pulitzer is doing is wrong!

Ooh, the Rally scene (aka, the scene where everything gets real). And I was singing along during High Times, Hard Times. Also, seeing Medda with all the newsies was so entertaining to see! They’re just vibing! 

Aaaand here comes Big Jerk Snyder, again. I can tell that things are gonna go wrong, again!

Seeing Racetrack being brutally attack made me so mad that I shouted out “NO! Leave Racetrack alone.” This scene pissed me off the first time I saw it!

 Pulitzer and Snyder just piss me off already.

I can tell that Jack has been broken down during the Santa Fe reprise.

The scene where Jack scabs breaks my heart. Everyone is pissed off at Jack and Mush is more sad and heartbroken!

I really hate Weisel! 

Jack kicking the Delanceys’ butts for messing with his girlfriend and his best friends made me root for him, even after he scabbed.

This version of Once and For All is a lot better and catchier, especially since there was no unnecessary electric guitar.  The way every working kid in New York came together, whether it be a chimney sweep, or a sweatshop kid, makes me very happy! It shows that child labor hurt everyone, not just the newsies.

That part where Jack nearly leaves for Santa Fe really got me! 

And now Jack made Les cry!

Seeing Les cry was really heartbreaking! I would’ve hugged him and cupped his chubby cheeks!

Everyone’s just standing there waiting to get their papers and then suddenly, Jack comes back! And then he makes out with Sarah!

I love how Spot rode back to Brooklyn in a carriage!

Yeah, I love the movie version better than Broadwaysies and Livesies!

[i-spaced-sorry]

It Feels Like Home

A/N: I started writing this while I was waiting for my laundry to be done at a laundry mat actually! I'm thinking of making a second part that is whumpy/angsty but the fluff came oozing out of me, so to set the scene and reason for Jay going to a laundry mat is this! Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave feedback and reblog if you so desire!

Watching her boyfriend walk towards the front door of their shared apartment with a laundry sack thrown over his shoulder like Santa Clause, she called out, "where are you going?"

Turning around, Jay replied, "the laundry mat to do laundry," he said it like it was a no brainier.

Eyeing him Hailey questioned, "why?"

Throwing the sack of dirty clothes on the floor in front of him, Jay took a breath and responded, "it's Wednesday. I do laundry every other Wednesday. And before you ask, I go to a laundry mat because it's what we did when I was a kid and I'm use to it"

Stifling a laugh, Hailey smiled and asked, "can I come on this adventure to the laundry mat or would that be intruding on a Jay Halstead tradition?

Smiling, Jay nodded and replied, "let's go then" and as Hailey jumped off the couch to throw shoes on, Jay laughed and picked up the sack and threw it over his shoulder again.

******

Walking into the florescent lit building, the sounds of several machines rotating in out of sync time could be heard and the sound of a trash tv show talk host could be heard from the singular television mounted on the wall.

"Welcome to the chaos" laughed Jay while walking over to an empty washer. Hailey watched as he loaded up the machine and inserted precisely 25 quarters into the machine.

She watched as two preschool aged children ran around them squealing with delight while they chased after each other. And the smile that danced across her boyfriend's face when he looked down at the kids didn't go unnoticed.

After the machine was started, Jay led them to the line of mismatched chairs. They both chose the school desk looking hard plastic chairs. While they sat, the screams of the children could be heard every so often.

"So, tell me again why you choose to come here and do laundry and not in the basement of our apartment building?"

Sighing, Jay thought for a moment and responded, "you see those kids over there?"

Eyeing the kids, Hailey asked, "yea what about them?"

"The girl is what like 3/4? And the little boy is what like 5/6? Based on the way the older one is engaging with her, they must be siblings. I remember growing up in going to a laundry mat down the street from us and also using the place as mine and Will's personal playground."

Smiling at the thought of Jay as a little kid, Hailey says, "that still doesn't explain why you like laundry mats. Plenty of people grow up going to laundry mats but when they are older they use what is in their building"

Sighing Jay thinks before saying, "when people see laundry mats, they usually see people who don't have enough money to have a washer or dryer in unit. But when I walk into one I'm transported back in time."

Confused, Hailey asked, "how?"

"All laundry mats are essentially set up the same and have the same florescent lights, one mounted television, and usually have carts that you can use to move your laundry from washer to dryer with. So when I walk into one and see the kids running around or the middle schooler doing homework at one of the plastic tables near the door, I'm reminded of when I was a kid, going to the laundry mat with my older brother and my mom every Friday. As elementary age kids, Will and I used the place as our playground. We use to play hide and seek, chase each other around, and sometimes Will would steal one of the laundry carts and push me in it. When we got older, I remember spending the 2hrs we sat waiting for our laundry doing homework and being embarrassed that i had to be at a laundry mat. But now that I'm older, I wish I could turn back the clock, cause it was 2 uninterrupted hours I got to spend with my mom and I wish I could spend another day with her." Pausing to swallow any tears that threatened to fall, Hailey understood,

"You come to the laundry mat not because you don't have a washer or dryer at home. But you come to be close to your mom."

"Yea, it's stupid isn't it" laughed Jay realizing his reasoning was dumb

Shaking her head, Hailey smiled, "I don't think that is dumb at all! I think it's sweet and I'm happy you felt you could share that with me"

And with that the two of them sat and listened to the squeals coming from the children, the sounds of the various machines, and the sound of the trash day time television tv host.

To anyone it would be irritating, but for Jay it felt like home. And Hailey was glad she got to be there.

[rottingcompost]

Rest in peace my sweet prince. You were my light through dark times, you were my baby. You were my bastard and I loved you so much.

I remember when I first saw you, I fell in love instantly and knew I needed to get you! When I eventually got to pick you up about a month later, you were a scared little kitten, you didnt even dare go on my bed. At night you cried because you were alone, so I slept on the couch for a week until you started being comfortable with the bed. You were so small, and you would be with me at every moment of the day. You grew up so fast. You were comfortable in your harness and went on walks with me, but you still got scared when you saw another human being nearby. You loved going outside. You would sleep next to me every single night, and almost every morning i would wake up with you taking up half the bed and slowly scooching me out of bed. On days where I felt like nothing was worth living for, you would still remind me of why I still had a reason to live. On days where I had cleaned my apartment you would get excited, knowing you had wet food to look forward to. You were extremely good with having your claws trimmed. I could click the claw scissors and you would come running to me. You sometimes didnt sit still for the entire thing, but you were still always such a good boy. You always got treats afterwards and that was why you were always coming running.

Whenever I came home from being anywhere, be it at moms place, at work, or just at the store, you would greet me at the door by screaming your little lungs out. When your other parent, Greyson, my partner and fiance, was here, you would scream whenever I left and keep them awake. You took a while to warm up to some people, but Greyson was allowed to pick you up and hold you just like I was allowed to.

I introduced my parents to you as your grandparents, and you to them as their grandson. Every single person who got to meet you loved you the instant they saw you.

Your favourite toy changed over time, going from the small purple squid, to the big white mice, to the sparkly mice, to the felted strawberry.

You would always beg to come into the bathroom whenever I was showering, so much so that I sometimes thought someone was trying to break my door down. You would always come and lay on my drawing tablet and then my paper whenever I was drawing, even if it was annoying and I would try to make you leave, you did it out of love.

You would sleep in my lap every single night when I talked on voice chat with Grey, you would hide when my friend Simon came over, we still have no idea why other than our joke that you were cisheterophobic, you would prefer Adrian's scritches over my scritches whenever he was over at our apartment, you would be curious around Ham, as he smelled like other cats, and you would go into any visitors' shoes and sniff around, you got so tired out from playing with my brother the first time he visited after you came home, but I could tell you had so much fun with him, you chased my sister just to mess with her, because you thought it was funny.

You would be easily bribed with treats, and often times you screamed when you knew treats were on their way. You learned to open my pasta cupboard and climb in, so I had to tape it shut while putting off getting a child lock on it.

The first time Adrian and his boyfriend came over to visit you surprised me so much when you agreed to being picked up by the boyfriend, someone you had never met before, because you always would be wary of strangers. You avoided my mom the first few months you lived with me because she had grabbed you and hugged you, you were curious of my dad when he first came to visit, even if he had brought his kids and wife along.

One of my favourite photos with you is when Grey had just come from the train station and was taking a very needed nap, and you came out and looked at them while also drooling on their switch controller, and how afterwards you woke them up by walking on them and sniffing their face.

Every time you did something bad that made me upset with you, I couldnt stay mad at you for more than a few minutes, you were that cute and you always looked so innocent. The few times i was angry with you for longer i felt really bad about it afterwards, and would feel like im a bad parent to you.

You had so much energy all the time, and you were very vocal. When I visited you for the last time and saw you, you got some of that energy and voice back, surprising the vets as well. You jumped around, climbed, rubbed against things, and you almost seemed to have the energy you did when you werent sick.

You lost that energy after just 30 minutes, after that you would only really lay, sometimes get up and go somewhere, and then lay down again. You were so sick and I would never have known exactly how bad it was if I hadnt come to see you. The vets told me that even if you were to get better your quality of life would not be good and you probably would be really sick and in pain for life. I originally wanted to keep trying, because you mean so much to me, but when they told me the severity of your sickness i realized that that wouldnt be possible.

I would do anything to make you healthy and happy again, but im only human and i had already done all I could do. You were allowed to finally have your final sleep, you were in your favourite position you always laid in, you had me with you, and I was petting you and whispering how much you have always meant to me. I would much rather have been the one who was sick, I would sell all of my internal organs for your sake if it meant you would get better, I would go through the worst moments of my life all over again if it meant you would get better. The next best thing I could do to help you was to let you go. You will never feel pain and sickness and fear ever again, even if it hurt so bad to make that decision.

It all just went bad so fast. On the first of december, when me and my mom took you to the animal hospital, they were really optimistic and thought it would only be over the night, and by the fourth, you were so sick and so tired.

The worst feeling was to come home with you and have to get you ready for being buried. It was horrible trying to clean you off to make you look more like yourself, not dirty and sickly, it was horrible to even think about having to put you in my freezer for storage until we could bury you, and even gathering your things you would bring with you was hard. Looking at your favourite toys and putting them all in a bag with your favourite treats, your harness that you loved, and your favourite wet food was one of the worst feelings i have ever had to deal with, because i knew they all meant so much to you, and you would now bring them with you.

Everything about this last week has been a nightmare i havent been able to wake up from, and I will never wake up from it because it is just the harsh and cold and bitter reality. You meant so much to me that even believing all of this has happened has been so extremely hard.

I have been so unbelievably lucky to be allowed to spend this year and 11 months with you, celebrating your birthday, spoiling you with toys and treats, taking you for walks, just spending time with each other. You did not deserve this and you were too young to die, but I am so very grateful for the time we had together.

Even if I myself have trouble believing it sometimes, friends and family have been telling me from the start that this was the best possible home for you, and that I was the best human for you, because you got to be showered in so much unconditional love.

I still am not sure if I can believe that, not for a while at least, but i know you were happy with me for as long as you lived with me, you had a good life, even if it was cut so fucking short so suddenly.

I have trouble organizing all of my thoughts and emotions and memories into one single post like this, because I cant sum up almost two entire years in a text post on a micro blogging social media website, but I did my best to try to write it all down. I cant organize every single feeling im feeling right now, because my entire head is overflowing with so many thoughts.

I have been so lucky to have you in my life. I can never say that enough. I can never express enough how much you have always meant to me since the moment i first saw you, and I can never stop laughing and crying and smiling at all of the memories I have had with you and all the pictures of you. You were my little tiger, and will forever be my little tiger, my little bastard, my little ass child, my rumpnisse, my baby boy, my son, and all other nicknames i gave you. You are finally not sick and in pain, which is all I could really ask for now.

You will now be resting beside Gusten, a dog you never met but who was just as important to me when he was around. You will have all of your favourite things with you, and you will be able to rest in a place where I will be able to come visiting often, a place i know you will not be disturbed or displaced, and a place that is peaceful and close to nature.

While it isnt the most beautiful grave right now, I am going to find a nice stone i can use to mark your place with, and around spring im going to plant some nice flowers for you.

I love you so much, and I will always miss you. You were a good kitty, and you were taken too soon. You have brought me so much love, so much emotion, so much of everything. Thank you so much for your time you spent with me, and for always being so unconditionally loving.

It is really hard, but we had to say good bye.

Rest in peace Kohga, 2020/10/24 - 2022/12/4

[jaybird3756]

Daystar's story snippets

I've been writing bits and pieces of my fursona's story, enjoy.

Characters: Daystar/Day: orange caracal cat, 19; Nightshade: black lynx, Day's sister who he abandoned, 16

Smoke and blood. 

Screams and the cackling of flames as huts creaked and imploded.

The feeling of cold steel in his hands and the rush of adrenaline. 

The entire village was ablaze and Day loved it. It wasn't one of his villages after all. Just another small town to loot. Slaughtering the entire village and burning it to the ground was just an extra treat. Daystar's men chased the fleeing, the berserkers among them roaring and howling with glee. He felt it too, the rush as he sank his blade into another faceless victim, the joy and butterflies in his stomach to hear the screams, see the terror, smell the blood and gore from the trail of broken bodies around him. Some may have been his own men but he couldn't tell and didn't care. 

A creaking sound turned Day's head and he rolled out of the way in time for a burning figurehead to fall off a hut and crash to the ground in a flurry of embers. What an exhilarating night it had been! This was only the latest in a long string of raids on small villages in the archipelago. The blaze was the only illumination on the cloudy night and a pyre of smoke rose up into the dark sky. 

This is what it means to be a VIKING! Day cackled and howled into the night, hearing howls from his ulfhednar brothers that pinpointed their locations through the chaos.

He spotted his next target, a young woman staggering out of a burning house coughing and clutching a bundle to her chest. More fresh blood to spill, Day thought, licking his lips, tasting the blood already spattered on his face from someone he'd bitten. 

"Hmm, I would have thought you'd recognize this place" a voice slithered through his ears.

Day whipped his head around frantically looking for anyone who could have spoken. "Who's there!? Where are you?" he shouted into the flames. He focused back to his prey. Gone. They had escaped while he was distracted. Day snarled and peered into the dark shadows dancing in the firelight. He saw a shoe and a child's sword lying on the ground in the shattered remains of a farmhouse. Why would I recognize this place? It's just another random village. I've never even been here before.

"Yes you have. Although I suppose it looked different when it wasn't on fire" The voice whispered into his right ear. 

It sounded so close that Day jumped, his fur standing on end from his ears to his tail.  "SHOW YOURSELF!!" Day screamed. "RIGHT NOW! And maybe I'll only cut your arms off!!"

No answer. And no one else anywhere around. 

"I've been here?" Day asked himself, looking around for any glint of familiarity. He began to wander out of the center of the fire towards the edge of the village. He still gripped the handles on both axes tightly. 

"Families. This place was someone's home. There were families here. Until now, until you." 

Daystar shook his head. He never cared about the people he killed before; he never gave them a second thought usually. Was this odd twisting feeling guilt? No, not guilt. I feel like something's stalking me...

"How many families have you destroyed?"

"STOP IT!!" He screamed, dropping one of his axes and clutching at his head, smearing more blood across his face. His eyes flicked around, still looking for his mysterious stalker. Still no one. His eyes land on a planter box next to a burned wreckage of a house. Fire had not touched the trellis of green vines and purple hanging flowers. Purple flowers, bright yellow center, green vines. Something about it wriggled it's way into his mind deep into memory. He felt like destroying the whole planter, but his legs felt ice cold and stuck in place. So he ran. 

Why am I running? There's nothing here. My men and I have killed everyone already! Day saw his vikings congregating out of the flames, stealing anything that wasn't nailed down or destroyed. Others still were chasing down the survivors and slaughtering them as they tried to run. He saw a few of his men glance at him and forced his fur to lie flat. 

"You'd better hope you haven't" The voice snarled and Day sprinted off again.

"WHY? WHAT IS IT??" Day stopped running like he'd just hit a stone wall. For a few moments he stared straight ahead trying desperately to regain his breath. The fire and sounds of screaming echoed from behind him.

It was a well with a beaten path leading back to the center of the village. He heard footsteps coming up behind him, but he just stood still. It felt like time had stopped, or perhaps was moving backwards. 

"Do you remember this town now?" The voice came from the man standing next to him. Day recognized this man. He had no scent to mark him, a feature perhaps more distinct than a scent would be. The man wore all white clothes. White as the snow fresh fallen on a cold winters day. No fabric could ever be made that white and wouldn't be for a thousand more years. 

"I remember," Day's voice cracked. "This is where I left her."

It had been the night he killed his father. Covered in gore he approached his sister, Nightshade. She had passed out. She was 10 of course she had passed out from seeing her father gutted in front of her by her big brother. He bundled her up in a blanket and tied her into a secure bundle before slinging her over his shoulder. Giving one last look at the massacre scene in their house, he shook his head and carried Nightshade. And he ran and ran and ran until his legs hurt. The pain fueled the rage that had been boiling all night as he saw a weak light glowing from between the trees. Stalking quietly out of the forest, Day saw a small village with lantern posts dotting around the town.

He had left her by the well on the outskirts of the village. He left her a small, shivering black lump of fur under the blanket. It was this well. It was this village. 

He left her, his sister, his only remaining family. He hadn't known what else to do. It had seemed like the best thing to do: leaving her in another village far, far away from their tribe. A place where she could be adopted and grow up normal. 

Day's blood ran cold. Nightshade! This was her village! Day turned and ran back to the burning village. 

"STOP! ALL MY VIKINGS STOP NOW!!!" He ran through the village, disturbing his men's raiding wherever he could. 

"You're a horrible person. A sorry excuse for a chief. What kind of brother just leaves his sister? You killed her dad. Then abandoned her. And then came back years later and killed her whole new family. Burned her whole town to the ground. You better hope she's not dead." Day grabbed someone's arm, dragging them away from a cowering child. It wasn't her. It wasn't his sister. But it could have been. 

"Get back to the ships NOW!" He yelled.

"But Chief!-" the warrior protested.

"NO!" Day struck the man across the face. "We are LEAVING! NOW!" 

Fearing being on the wrong end of their chief's fury, the rest of the warriors hurried to load their ill-gotten gains on the ships. Day stood watching while the fires crackled around him. He saw a few dark figures dash from their hiding spots and into the forest. I hope she got away. I really hope I didn't kill my sister...

"Actually you should probably hope she is dead. Otherwise, she watched you kill her family twice. That wouldn't make for a happy reunion." Day clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. Shut up, shut up, shut up, he growled to himself. 

"How bad is it that you can't even remember the faces of the people you've killed tonight? You don't even pay attention to the lives you take. It's hilarious to watch! You could've killed your sister without even noticing. You really are a deranged psychopath, just like your father always thought you were. You should have died instead of your mother. Then Nightshade would still be alive. Your father would be alive. They would be a family if not for you."

SHUT UP! Day growled at the voice. The fear and regret gnawed through his insides, turning into a vile rage. He screamed and howled into the night, voice mingling with the crackling of the fire. He took his axe and tore into a chunk of debris. His hands were bloody and his pads were torn and scorched. He kicked at a burnt shell of a broken creature at his feet before dismembering whoever that once had been. 

"If not for me...." His voice rasped.

"If not for you. You ruin everything you touch. You."

Day raised his snout to the sky and began to laugh. He sheathed his weapons and walked down to the ships. 

[shinsukeee]

"ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ."

ꜱʜɪᴋᴀɴᴏɪɴ ʜᴇɪᴢᴏᴜ x ᴏᴄ (ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ)

Indicated Female OC, she/her pronouns mentioned.

This is just a prologue of a new series! Hope you enjoy~

"That's why I liked you, you know that?"

Heizou whispered softly as she looked at him in shock, they were watching the stars together like before. Both held pain in their eyes, Heizou leaned in and leaned his forehead onto hers.

"Why didn't you tell me, 'zou?"

Heizou didn't utter a word yet he stared into her eyes.

"Because it was always hard to run after you, I couldn't get a hold of you who always slips away. I didn't know that chasing butterflies were hard to do, yet one like you was worth chasing for"

Tears streamed down her face as he confesses, he gently wipes them. That's what she always wanted to hear from him, why he never told her that he felt the same way. Why they pull each other close yet he pushes her away.

"You look so free, so bright and charming like the Sun. While I am your Moon who admires the shine you have, if I didn't hesitate telling you back then...maybe we wouldn't hurt each other this way"

They didn't kiss, they held each other as they cried. For how many years, they denied what they felt for one another, they were always scared of losing the other whenever they harbor the feelings they tried to keep. Maybe this time, it'll work. Just maybe.

"Say, my partner. Why don't we start again? Or perhaps, you don't see me that way now and I was too late"

"It's always been you, Heizou. Always has been and will always be"

The case didn't matter anymore, both of them had been solving a case together but as they get closer to the identity of the killer. Heizou unknowingly didn't know that'd be the last time he'd see her again, to hold her again.

After all, Aria knew something Heizou didn't. The killer's identity in their case, she knew who that person was, yet she's been receiving death threats and it doesn't stop her. If she manages to get a hold of the criminal, then Heizou can handle whatever comes next even if it costs her life. She trusts him after all.

Months later pass, news spread that Aria was seen hanging in her office. That she had committed suicide due to how stressful the case was, yet Heizou knew that someone had plotted it.

That someone dared to hurt his beloved partner, he will track them down and get the justice Aria deserves. He heads to where her grave is, just behind a garden she once cared for which is left in the care of Heizou. Her only family was her older brother, yet he disappeared without a trace. It seems like the killer does not want to be found, Heizou didn't mind the chase if it meant getting Aria's deserved justice with his life on the line.

Heizou stands infront of a grave, clutching a bouquet of her favorite flowers.

"Wait for me a little longer, My Love"

He kneels down and gently caresses the tomb as he places the flowers beside it, smiling softly as his memories of her come back to his mind. Letting him hold onto it a little more.

"Once this case is done, I promise you, I'll meet you in our next life. They have to pay for breaking us apart, they don't even know our souls are bound to find one another"

Heizou feels a presence in the corner, he kisses the top of her tomb before looking at the cloaked figure.

"So, it was you all along. You didn't think I'd notice?"

THE SECOND LIFE...

"Heizou, hurry up! We're gonna miss the band's performance if you slow down like that!"

"Sorry Aether, my shoe laces are untied"

As they push through the crowd, they spot the squad.

"Front row seats? Really?"

"Our university provided it since they're 'profitable' band, you know"

Lumine rolls her eyes at Heizou (no hate, just friendly banter) while Kazuha chuckles. Venti screams with the crowd which caused the group to cover their ears, Heizou didn't see what the appeal to this band was. They only cover songs, what's there to love about it anyway?

Then the spotlight focuses on the bassist, the main vocal and the beauty. Heizou decided to take his words back, the two of them stare into each other's eyes.

AFTER the performance, the group went backstage, dragging Heizou who rambled about it is invasion of privacy etc.

"Aria, there you are!"

Lumine tackles the ravenette to the ground, now that Heizou has a good look on her. She is indeed quite the charmer, yet she seems so familiar that he can't grasp why he feels that way.

Interesting...

As the group continues to be loud and chaotic backstage, Heizou and Aria are in the corner beside one another. Watching the group yell at Venti getting drunk, Lumine and Aether competing with each other while Hu Tao is busy trying to get clients for her family business, a funeral parlor.

"Heizou, was it?"

Aria spoke for the first time, her voice was soft like a melody, a ballad that accompanies the warmth of summer. Where nature glows beautifully despite the blazing heat. Heizou nods and holds his hand out that she shakes.

"Pardon this question as we just have met but...have we met before?"