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alleycat-arcade · 2 years

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Game Continue! The Seven Lords: Icicle Flowers

@rayanicaraynbow asked: Heyo! Could get headcanons+fic for the Demon Bros with a MC who's reserved and kinda cold with no signs of warming up to any of them (MC is still respectful but not really friendly) but then something happens between a bro and MC and they're suddenly more friendly with that brother, but still kinda hesitant with the rest. When asked about it MC brings up how they aren't used to actual kindness, so instead of risking getting hurt again they just distance themself. Have a great day/night/etc. :)

Alrighty! The cabinet is all fixed up for ya' and ready to go! Have fun and you're welcome to bring any tickets you win up to the prize exchange counter.

(Here's part 2! Apologies again for the delay, but I hope you enjoy it! If you'd like to read part 1, here is the link! I will be making Belphie his own part because I made two separate versions for him, one for before chapter 16 and one for after. I love angst lololol.)

Frostbitten Sugar (Part 2) (Obey Me! Younger Brothers -Belphie x Gn! Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Reverse Hurt/Comfort, and injury mention/description for the first, Hurt/Comfort and sexual harassment for the second, Hurt/Comfort and injury mention/description for the third(Do not mention the last content warning i forgot to edit it ;w;)

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Satan:

Truthfully, Satan didn't really care much about you when you'd first met. He didn't dislike you per se, but he didn't like you either. You were just another resident in the House of Lamentation. He'd thought about asking you for your assistance in pranking the eldest, but your cold demeanor held him back from doing so.

Once you had lived at HoL for a good month, he'd picked up on a lot of your behavioral traits. Traits that he found absolutely infuriating at first glance. Your mannerisms reminded him of Lucifer to an extent, a fact that pissed him off to no end. To him, you were just some weaker form of Lucifer. The second month of your stay in the Devildom was full of spontaneous and slightly cruel pranks. Nothing that would seriously injure or harm you, but ones that would put you in a state of shock momentarily.

The pranks died off not too long after forming a pact with Asmodeus, for reasons unknown to everyone but the Avatars of Lust and Wrath. It had been a surprise when Asmo had come knocking on his door, telling the blonde to knock off his pranks with an expression that was definitely giving him wrinkles.

He was perplexed at his brothers sudden affection towards you. You still acted the same as you always had, even in private. He knew about your private behaviors from the constant complaining of his brothers who wished to become closer with you, besides Beel.

His inner detective had been awakened, and he no longer looked at you with malice swirling in his eyes. Curiosity and intrigue drew him closer and closer to you, like a moth to a flame. And like how a moth becomes alight upon touching the flame, his heart became engulfed after forming a proper pact with you.

Satan wasn't the type to trail after you like a lost puppy, but he found himself often staring at you or spontaneously seeking out your company and leaving soon after. Like a stubborn cat. His desire to fully cross examine you ran rampantly around his mind, but he lacked the proper opportunities to pull you away for long enough.

One would come to expect that being transported into a different world would be terrifying. You likely would've seen it that way as well, if it hadn't happened more times than you could count on your fingers. The first time was the most terrifying, being summoned to a completely different world alone and surrounded by creatures that could kill you and made sure you knew that. After that, the times you'd ended dragged into one of Leviathan's cursed games or manga struggled to even unnerve you. Having an army of simps the protection of the brothers' pacts put you at ease whenever you'd run into an in-game enemy, as one of the demonic siblings would quickly take care of it for you.

Though you weren't frightened, you felt somewhat awkward as you stood alone in a field next to the Avatar of Wrath. While Satan did occasionally come and game with Levi and the others, it wasn't often that he'd enter one of the otaku's VR games of his own volition. With how much HoL ended up at the mercy of a cursed VR game you weren't surprised that he wouldn't actively seek out a similar experience. Yet here he was before you, shuffling his feet as he waited for Leviathan to catch up with the two of you.

You'd booted up the game when the three of you were certain everyone else was out, as not to drag them into the game with you and receive an earful of complaints. It was a typical RPG, the kind you'd often watch Levi play when he wasn't in the mood for multiplayer. Speaking of him, the Avatar of Envy was incredibly insistent on having you play the game with him as soon as it had released. Satan had only become included in your traveling party since he'd come to ask his elder brother about something unrelated. When you'd mentioned the title you were going to play, the blonde had spoke about the game's story being impressive and requested to tag along. Leviathan was hesitant, but ended up giving in and letting him join the two of you.

A part of you regretted allowing Levi to chose the class for your character. You couldn't fully figure out how to properly wield the spear you'd been given, and the very minimal armor made you uncomfortable. It wasn't that you showed to much skin, rather you were simply dressed in fancy robes that did little to protect your body from swords and arrows. Satan looked almost as out of place as you in his 'Berserker' attire, but he at least suited the class's fighting style. "Should we go back and look for him? He's taking an awfully long time back there." His calm voice broke through your thoughts as he spoke for the first time in a while. "Ah, yeah."

Returning into the woods you'd just emerged from was a far easier task than exiting it. It was as if the forest was moving out of your way and giving you a clear path to the spot that you had last seen your party's knight. You were about to call out for him, before spotting him tied up to a nearby tree. His mouth was held shut by a tight cloth, but there was a look of panic and fear in his eyes. Levi tried to shake his head rapidly to warn you before you took a step forward, but you were already in something's line of sight when you had caught on. If Satan had suddenly tackled you out of the way, you would have received quite a nasty clubbing to the side from the thorn coated log used as a trap. Catching your breath, your body stiffened at the sight of a band on thieves emerging from the Shadows. You went for your spear as Satan pulled out his tome, and hurriedly engaged in combat.

The two of you defeated the bandits with some difficulty, but you were for the most part unharmed. Your Berserker companion was actually looking more rough than you were, and as you pulled out healing potions from your bag your mind weighed with guilt. The blonde had practically taken every hit for you, despite his armor class being only a little higher than yours. Almost every attack you'd failed to parry he had dived in front of, earning the demon some rather nasty gashes that Levi was frantically trying to sew together. Even if his class was all about dealing heavy damage quickly and having a higher amount of HP, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. "Why?" You had asked as you raised the potion bottle to his mouth. He took a rather large sip before he responded, a gentle look on his face. One you'd often seen when he cooed at cats in the garden. "I couldn't bear to see you injured. Even if this is just a video game, I cannot bear the idea of letting you fall into harm's way."

Your little gaming trio had paused and saved after patching him up, heading down to dinner in silence. Well, you and Satan were silent. Leviathan was instead clutching onto your arm as he eagerly rambled about how cool the two of you were, and just how much you had looked like Henry when you'd landed a pretty impressive combo on one of the bandits. You simply nodded along and spoke when necessary, falling back into the mannerisms Satan was all too familiar with. His chest dully ached as he remembered the look of worry you had worn as you tended to his injuries. His hand raised momentarily to stop you, but recoiled quickly to his chest before you could notice.

The dull ache soon faded away in the coming nights, replaced by the feeling of butterflies slowly invading his stomach and chest cavity. He was unsure as to why you had changed after that night, but he'd noticed the way you had begun to warm up to him almost as soon as it had started.

Though he'd noticed it off the bat, your change in demeanor only fully set in when you'd invited him over to your room one night. You had bought him a Human World book that he'd spoke about wanting only a night prior, and the scarlet blush that overtook his face could rival Levi's once the realization had set in as you cozied up beside him.

Satan doesn't beat around the bush as he asks you about why you had been so cold towards everyone before, but he was careful to make sure that you knew you didn't need to tell him right away if you weren't comfortable.

Once you do confide in him, he's very understanding and gives you as much of an embrace as you'd like. His comforting is a mix of reassurances and affirmations in between bouts of soft humming, all the while he rubs comforting circles into your back. Unless you're completely against the idea, he'll keep you in his embrace for the rest of the night in the safety of his room. He won't fall asleep until after he's certain you are, and even then he wakes up at the slightest shift in your sleep.

He helps you lay out a plan to bond with his brothers, one that oddly resembles a military's plan of attack. He won't force you into anything, but he does his best to nudge you in the right direction when needed. Satan focuses more on helping you adapt than his brothers, so they'll need to seek him out if they actually want his advice on how to bond with you. Otherwise, they're on their own.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was not one of the brothers put off by your rather chilly personality. While he didn't actively seek you out or put a whole lot of effort into getting to know you, he did find you rather interesting. It was rare for Asmo to meet anyone who resisted his charms so easily, and even if they did he always would find some way to get them to warm up to him.

Occasionally he'd acknowledge your demeanor, but it was usually in the form of whining and pleading for something. While you did interest him, he was far more interested in himself to pursue your friendship. He was the Avatar of Lust after all, and it would take a decent series of events to take place before he'd fully indulge in his interest and try to become friends with you. You were polite to him, and that was all that really mattered at the time.

After the two of you formed a pact however, it was like a switch had flipped somewhere in his brain. He still held himself as his number one priority, but he'd often find himself thinking about you or taking you out with him to places. The feelings you gave him were strange and unfamiliar, but not exactly unwelcome.

His Devilgram followers were the ones to notice the way he'd slowly began to find himself wrapped around your little finger. In photos he had taken with you that you'd allowed him to post, a spew of comments following a similar theme were mixed into the hundreds of praising voices. They'd started with pointing out how softly he'd looked in your direction one photo and it only increased from there. As he found himself drawn closer and closer to you, his fans found more and more things to point out. His brothers had nearly had a heart attack after seeing one of his most viral posts, where he was no where in sight in the photos and the captions only spoke of you.

The Avatar of Lust did his best to make himself approachable and welcoming for you, simply awaiting the day you'd give in and snuggle into his open arms. But sometimes, friendliness is not quite enough. There was something that Asmo was missing, something he couldn't put his finger on.

Clubbing was something Asmodeus often begged you to do, but you rarely ever accepted. You knew exactly why he tried to get you to tag along so often, mostly because he'd outright told you himself. Taking you out for a night of partying seemed like the perfect idea for you to get to know other demons he had said, ignoring the fact that you had yet to ever truly get to know much about the demons you already knew. Yet, tonight was not your lucky night it seemed.

The day prior, you had accidentally knocked over one of Asmo's perfume shelves, sending them crashing to the floor. Some remained intact, but the rest shattered once they hit the ground, splashing the various scented liquids all over the floor and onto some of his nearby clothing. As a shriek spilled out from his lips, you readied yourself to use your pact if he'd become too enraged by your clumsiness and attacked you. But instead of whatever harsh things you had expected the Avatar of Lust to unleash upon you, you were met with gentle hands checking over your body for any injuries.

You struggled to find the right words to say as he fussed over you. The most you could manage was a stuttered apology, but that had only made Asmo frown. After he had ensured that you weren't hurt, he stood up and searched for a broom and dustpan. He'd given you a much softer form of a lecture as he swept away the broken glass, but never once did he yell at you. Something inside you told you to at least offer to pay for the damages, but Asmo wasn't having any of it. "If you really want to make it up to me dear, why don't you and I go out tomorrow night and have some fun at the Fall?"

Thus you found yourself in the midst of the crowded club, unsure of where to go or what to do. You had lost track of Asmodeus after he'd headed out onto the dance floor about 30 minutes ago, and now you were trying your best not to draw attention from the likely hundreds of demons around you. Mostly you had tried to hang around spots that you wouldn't be easily seen at, like sitting at the bar or in the small groups of wallflower demons. It wasn't as if your nervousness was uncalled for either. Even the most extroverted human being on earth would've likely struggled in your current situation. On all sides you were surrounded by demons, who could very well just decide to attack you at a moments notice and devour your soul.

Finally, you willed yourself to look for Asmo in the crowd. The tension in your body was becoming unbearable, and you swore your heart could not beat any faster than it already was. Weaving in and out of the crowd you searched for him, but you couldn't find horns or tails of the lustful demon. You were about to give up and call him on your D.D.D., but a hand bearing pink and green nail polish stopped you from bringing it to your ear. "Asmo, thank goodness. Listen, can we just head home? I'll make it up to you some other way I swear, its just..."

Your words faltered as you looked up to the owner of the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist. Though their nail polish had matched Asmo's, they definitely weren't the demon you were looking for. They chuckled at your confusion, tightening their grip on your wrist when you attempted to pull away. "I may not be the Avatar of Lust, but I can show you a good time if that's what you're looking for." Their other hand raised to caress your face, but returned to their side as you moved away from it with a look of disgust on across your expression. "I'm making a once in a lifetime offer for you, little human. I suggest you behave yourself before something bad happens. Wouldn't want Lord Diavolo's precious program to fall apart, would ya?" The scent of Demonus struck your nostrils as they leaned in uncomfortable close, trying to stop you from thrashing in their grasp.

"Excuse me?" A familiar voice cut through the noise of the club around you. Without any further warning, a hand planted itself firmly onto the face of your harasser, shoving him away after another had removed his grip on your wrist. Strong arms wrapped around you, and familiar wings curled to shield you as far as they could reach. "You certainly have a lot of nerve, don't you? Going after an exchange student, and one of my masters no less. Do you have some sort of death wish?" The venom in his tone was something you'd never heard out of him before. The other demon attempted to stand their ground, but after a minute long stare-down they scurried off with their tail between their legs.

Asmo let out a sigh, before releasing you. "I am so sorry about that. Can't believe that creep would totally ruin the mood like that." He looked away sheepishly for a moment, before turning back to you with a smile and continuing. "Why don't we head home? I've got some new face masks that I was just dying to try out. We can make a whole night out of it!"

After that night, Asmo didn't bug you about going out clubbing, Unless you explicitly asked him to go out and party he wouldn't bring up the topic, and even if you did end up going out he wouldn't leave your side the entire night. He couldn't place it as to why, but the lust and desire that had been weaved into him ever since his fall from the Celestial Realm was much weaker whenever you were around. He lacked the itch to pull away and find some random person to screw around with when you were on his mind.

Once Asmo got over his initial shock towards his own behaviors, he finally noticed yours. They way you now smiled when he excitedly showed you something off of Devilgram, or the way you laughed when he'd cracked a joke as you sat together on his bed. It was rather adorable to him, and he was sure to tell you as such.

As you open up about your reasonings behind your apprehensions towards bonding with others, he's silent. He hangs off your every word until you've gotten it all off your chest, only every speaking to encourage you to continue when you'd grown nervous. Once you're done speaking, he encourages you to lay on your back next to him. Afterwards, he lies beside you and links his pinkie with yours.

For a while, the only sound in his bedroom is the sound of the flickering flames of the candles on his dresser. Its only after he's thought through what he wants to say that he tells you all the praises and sweet nothings that had swirled in his mind since you formed a pact together.

Asmo is probably the best out of the brothers when it comes to getting everyone to get along with you. And if they happen to make a misstep or do something that makes you retract into your shell, he's not against charming them into behaving. Mammon and Levi will need to learn fast if their abrasive comments bother you, otherwise they're going to wish they had only upset Asmo by waking him up too early.

Beelzebub:

Similar to Satan, he didn't really think much of you. Even if his twin had been fuming with hatred at the mere idea of the Exchange Program before changing his mind, Beel never really held the same resentment towards humans. The most he'd know about you before the whole custard fiasco was that you weren't food, and you'd somehow formed pacts with Leviathan and Mammon after barely being in the Devildom for maybe two weeks.

Beel did regret destroying your room though. He may not have known you, but he was aware that he'd essentially destroyed the place in HoL you felt the safest in and you were now being forced to room with him. You had calmly accepted all of his apologies, but your tone of voice made him feel that they were more half-hearted acceptances than anything.

When you'd asked about his twin however, any of his prior thoughts were pushed away to allow him to freely speak about his beloved brother. Though he wasn't know to be the most talkative of demons, the two of you sat together on his bed for a good long while as he spoke about Belphegor, with you nodding along beside him. After that chat, a part of him began to feel some sort of care for you, a fragment of his soul longing to get to know you more. But you were still just a stranger, even if you had slept in his bed and listened to stories about his brother. He speaks of Lilith as well, but those memories are more painful than fond.

It was only after you had shielded himself and the young angel exchange student from the wrath of Lucifer did you manage to worm your way into his heart. And not too long after you'd cemented that place in his heart after confessing to trying to impress Lucifer so he would make up with Belphie.

From that moment forward, Beelzebub had begun to see you as family, or at least a very close friend. It didn't matter how you acted, he still viewed you in very high regard. He'd only wished that sometimes you'd open up just a little to him, so he could prove himself.

Sports in the Devildom would certainly scare off the best of athletes and most resilient of thrill seekers. They were decently similar to the ones you'd see in the Human World, but it was as if someone had cranked the extremity factor up quite a few notches. It was for this reason that gym classes had to be adapted for students in the Exchange Program, as it wouldn't be very great if one of the humans became nothing more than a red stain on the wall on their very first day. The only time you would actively engage in sports were when you would attend Beelzebub's Fangol games, and even then you had the brothers around you for protection.

The gym teacher often had you run laps around the stadium as the demon students in your class participated in whatever extreme sport it was the time of the week for. Jogging around the stadium was a routine that you'd easily fallen into, especially when you would jog alongside the other exchange students.

Perhaps you had become a bit too accustomed to this routine for your own good. Maybe it would have been better if you were paying more attention to your surroundings and not to catching up with the Angels that were a good mile ahead of you, you would've seen it coming. Or at least, you would have heard the warning shouted your way from inside. Either way, you were left at the mercy of the Fangol ball that ricocheted off the surrounding walls. And as it rocketed towards you, it seems it had not chosen mercy today.

Most of its momentum had been lost by the time it reached you, but it still had plenty enough power to send you crashing to the ground when it struck your leg. Reflexing, your body crumpled and curled into itself as you desperately tried to cradle your injured limb. If your heart had been beating any louder in your ears, you may have missed the sound of buzzing beside you.

A figure loomed over you, breathing heavily as if they'd ran a marathon to reach to. Your pounding head made it difficult to comprehend their features from the distance, but the buzzing seemed to be coming from them. It was only until worried violet eyes came close enough to your face did you realize who was standing before you. "Beel?" You questioned, squinting in an attempt to see better against the dim moonlight. "Mc, I..." He panted, trying to find the right words to say while also checking your injuries. "I'm sorry I didn't yell loud enough, one of my teammates threw the ball too hard and..." You cut him of with a whimper when he'd accidentally put pressure on your injured leg. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-" "Beel... Its okay. Can we just get to the nurse or something?" You spoke through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to curl up again. Beel let out a brief grunt of agreement, before carefully scooping you up into his arms. The speed he had ran at as he rushed you to the nurse's office made you cling to him just to stay on, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest.

Even after you'd been fully treated, Beelzebub refused to leave your side after your injury. It was easier to allow him to take care of you than constantly wave him off, so you let him coddle you as much as he liked. In the couple of weeks that you had the cast on your leg, it became a common occurrence to see the Avatar of Gluttony carrying you from location to location. Not that he had a problem with it though. He'd made a mistake and allowed you to get hurt, so it was only right that he should care for you and look after you while you recover.

It had been in the days you'd spent being taken care of that your shell had begun to crack. Anything you struggled with it, he'd be at your side within minutes to help you. It became harder and harder to keep up your walls, and eventually they came tumbling down and allowed Beel in. You could still vividly remember how his face had looked when a story of his had set you into a laughing fit, starting out as a look of surprise that faded into a heartfelt smile before he gave into your infectious laughter.

As you laid in bed one night, you'd confessed the reasons as to why you didn't wish to be close to anyone. His heart ached as he laid on the futon on the floor beside you, contemplating his actions before moving. If you were comfortable with it, he gets into bed beside you and holds you as closer as he can get you. Beelzebub doesn't say much, but the words he does choose to say are some of the sweetest things you'd ever heard from the Avatar of Gluttony.

Mostly, he wants you to get along with his twin first. If you feel more at ease approaching his other brothers first instead, he's happy to help and encourage you. But most of all he just wants his two favorite people in all of the three realms to get along.

Beel leaves you a special gift in front of your door a few days after you recovered fully and no longer needed to be carried around. Its a plush toy of himself, and although the stitching is messy and the sizing is odd, you couldn't be happier to receive it.

If Beel ever needs a quick sort of pick-me-up to distract him from hunger, he'll look at the photo stored on his D.D.D. of you snuggling up to his homemade plush.

#obey me fic #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beel #obey me beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x reader #you may have belphie.... soon.#nap time for me now buh bye

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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter seven.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.6k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy, poly relationship, a short confrontation, mentions of slut-shaming, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, sub!jimin, library shenanigans, an abundance of coffee, punishments, spanking, bad puns (jin is in this chapter, DUH), many nerd references uwu

Chapter Seven

Quinn Library – 3:54pm

The end of September passes in a blur of studying, partying, volunteering, and spending time with friends. The month’s conclusion also includes the increasing presence of seven boys in my everyday routine.

Since giving Taehyung the suck of his life in the bathroom of Hannigan’s, I have been basically fighting off the seven of them for a moment to breathe. But, sometimes breathing is overrated when being smothered by affection.

Going from being single to essentially dating seven people is quite the adjustment. I found myself growing attached to them – something that both excited and scared the shit out of me. We haven’t discussed labels or anything, but I figure it’s only a matter of time. The boys have apparently been planning an elaborate first date for this upcoming weekend, and I feel like they’ll probably ask to make it official then.

My stomach erupts in butterflies at the thought, and I take a calming breath. No need to overthink such things.

While it might be unconventional by some societal standards, polyamory is simply a way to love. Why should love come with confines? With binary expectations? The saying ‘love is love’ gets thrown around a lot, but I believe it bears repeating.

Jenni and Luna have been nothing but supportive to me over the past two weeks. They even came with me to volunteer this past weekend because they - and I quote - wanted to ‘check out our vibe’. But, I wholeheartedly expect that the real reason had actually been for them to feel out the boys’ intentions.

Why did I suspect this? Well, because Jungkook had come up to me within the first fifteen minutes at the worksite quivering in fear over how ‘scary my friends were’ and how ‘Jenni had cornered him to interrogate him while Luna hovered behind her, menacingly holding a nail-gun’.

I had never felt more loved and supported by my friends.

My phone dings, and I quickly hasten to put it on silent, shooting an embarrassed and apologetic look around the library. It seems like most people have headphones in, and I let out a sigh of relief. No one wants to be that one loud person in the library.

Checking my notifications, I smile when I see it’s a SnapChat from Hobi in the group chat the boys created a few weeks ago. My thumb swipes it open, and I barely contain myself from announcing to the whole library how vibrantly handsome one of my potential boyfriends is.

I quickly send a SnapChat back of me and my stack of books in the library with the caption ‘send help in the form of coffee’.

Immediately, Taehyung sends a flurry of heart eyes emojis in the chat, Jungkook sends a ‘noona is so cute’, and Yoongi sends back a picture of a black screen with the caption ‘come nap with me’.

God, I would love to nap with Yoongi right now… Alone time with the older boy is so elusively precious. One day last week at their house, I had mentioned wanting to learn piano. Yoongi had just grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room. We had spent a couple hours together in the small corner of his room playing on his keyboard.

Well, he had been playing; I had been fumbling around like a buffoon - half uncoordinated in general and half flustered by how good Yoongi looked playing. His hands had been so nimble as they flew over the keys, crafting melodies I could only assume he had composed. His focus had been so fucking hot as he nodded slightly along to the tempo in his head, his eyes shooting over to look at me every once in a while.

My hand kink? Activated.

My willpower to not kiss the shit out of Yoongi? Nonexistent.

When Yoongi had paused in between songs, I may or may not have grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him. His blushing attempt to dodge me had been so cute; and when I had stopped trying to kiss him, he had pouted and then kissed me instead.

What a cutie…

A giggle draws my attention from my reminiscing. At first, I pay it no mind, taking it as a directive to dive back into my studies. But then, the whispering starts.

“I heard she’s fucking her way through the whole house.”

“Isn’t there a term for that?”

“Yeah, a frat rat.”

I slam my 500-page textbook closed and stand, leveling the duo of gossiping girls with a glare that could make grown men cry. It had before when I had to properly eviscerate my uncle in defense of feminism at our last family gathering. What a time that had been.

“Is there a problem?” I force the question through gritted teeth, stalking over towards their nearby table. I relish in the way they gape at me, eyes wide and pupils quivering, “I’m sorry. I’m afraid my complaint jar is at capacity. Please don’t try again later.”

The girl on the right gulps, “No-nope, there’s no problem! We were just leaving. Right, Janika?”

“No,” The girl who had called me a ‘frat rat’ just moments before crosses her arms and stands, “I do, like, have a problem.”

“Janika,” The other girl tugs on the sleeve of the one standing, “Don’t.”

“Yeah, Janika,” I smile, “Don’t.”

I can see the moment she snaps.

“You’re, like, such a fucking bitch! I don’t know what they all see in you. Oh wait, yes I do. You’re fucking easy.”

I consider myself to be a patient person, but having to endure this type of rant against my character - and against women’s sexual freedom in general - has pushed me well past my limits.

“Now, listen here, Janika,” I take another step forward, “You can keep talking your shit. I really don’t give a flying fuck what you think about me. But I really advise you to google ‘how to stop slut-shaming for dummies’ because it seems like you need a crash course.”

Janika’s face darkens, “Whatever. They’ll get tired of you anyway.”

“Yeah,” I let out an amused laugh, “I’m sure they’ll get real tired of me choking on their dicks every night.”

Letting out a gasp, Janika whirls back around to face her silent friend, “Let’s go. I don’t want to, like, be around her any longer.”

“Buh-bye now,”I wiggle my fingers in their direction as they shuffle out of the library.

Smiling in satisfaction, I head back towards my table. Without hesitation, I gather my books and belongings and head upstairs to the quiet floor. Any more distractions or confrontations would probably make my blood pressure pop off the charts.

The quiet floor, as one of my safe havens, is home to several small private study rooms. Peering into each, I start to lose hope that any would be available. Finally, the very last room proves me wrong, and I swing open the door and almost in tears over the sweet, sweet solitude.

This particular study room is tucked away in the very far corner of the library’s second floor. Not many people are aware of its location, and it seems that paid off for me today. Plopping my things down across the table in the center of the tiny room, I follow suit and drop down into one of the two chairs adjoining the table.

What a clusterfuck of an afternoon… This sadly isn’t the first time I’ve heard some comments being made about my association with the BTS boys, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Yet, part of me knew all along that this would be the trade-off.

After all, what are a few irrelevant opinions to seven gorgeous and loyal partners? Inconsequential - in my opinion. That is the reason why I haven’t breathed a word of the backlash to anyone.

Sighing, I flip open my textbook to where I had been before being rudely interrupted.

The amygdala plays a key role in emotion and behavior…

“Noona?”

I jump a half-mile out of my chair, slapping a hand over my pounding heart. Jimin had somehow managed to enter the room without my knowledge. Had he fucking teleported?

Holding a giant iced coffee in one hand and a cinnamon bun in the other, Jimin beams at me and ignores the fact he just scared the living shit out of me. “Hi, noona! I saw your SnapChat while I was in class, and I came here as soon as I could.”

I stare dumbfounded at the angel before me. Jimin is slightly out of breath with reddened cheeks and a sweaty brow. His black track-pants are slung low on his hips, his long-sleeve white t-shirt clings to his torso, his black duffle bag thrown carelessly over one shoulder. He must have run over straight from dance class.

Standing abruptly, I stalk over to where Jimin is still posted up by the doorway to the study room. Toe to toe with him, I blurt out while still half in a daze, “You really brought me coffee and food?”

He eyes me warily like I might suddenly jump on him at any moment. Shifting his weight back and forth, Jimin hesitantly replies, “Um, yes?"

I take the coffee and cinnamon bun from his hands, place them on the table, and then tackle him with the biggest hug. "You absolute sweetheart!" I murmur into the crook of his neck, "This made my day. Thank you, Jimin-ie."

His hands tentatively wrap around me, pulling me closer. "You're welcome, noona. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Well, I really appreciate it, baby,” My lips brush over the crevice of his collarbone and relish in his shudder. Bringing my head up to face his, I smile widely at him, “Can I kiss you, Jimin-ie?”

“Yes,” He sighs out, eyes already closing in anticipation. I press my lips to his, still smiling softly against his mouth. His lips are plush under mine, velvety soft. My tongue swipes across his bottom lip and— Is that coffee I taste?

I pull back, “Jimin, did you sip my coffee on your way here?”

The boy looks rightfully alarmed, “I– y-yes. But only a little, noona!”

Cute.

“Hmm,” I trail my fingers down his chest, “I guess I’ll make an exception for you this time since you were the one to bring it for me.”

Jimin relaxes slightly, but his expression is strangely disappointed. I stare at him quizzically, and he blushes.

“What is it?” I lean against the table, facing him.

He clears his throat, staring intensely at the ground, “You can still punish me if you want, (y/n)-noona.”

My eyebrows shoot upwards at his offer, and then I let out a slight chuckle, “Oh, Jimin… That would be a favor to you, wouldn’t it? My baby boy wants to be punished, hm? Did dance practice make you all hot and bothered? Jungkook tells me that has been happening to you lately.”

Jimin’s face explodes in color as he mutters, “That little bitch will pay for this.”

Suddenly, the door swings open with a resounding thud, nearly clipping Jimin in the shoulder.

“Your savior has arrived!” Kim Seokjin announces loudly in spite of the studiously silent atmosphere of the quiet floor. His hands hold two steaming hot travel mugs, which I can only guess are filled with the elixir of the gods (aka coffee).

Seokjin’s eyes glance around the room as he takes in the fact that I’m not alone as he obviously had expected. “Wait, Jimin-ie? What are you doing here?” Jin’s eyes flick down to the coffee and cinnamon roll that lay on the table. “Goddamn it!”

“You were too slow, hyung,” Jimin smirks happily as he takes a seat in the chair I had previously vacated. He slouches smugly as he stares up at the fuming older boy.

“Too slow?!” Jin roars.

“Jin,” I chastise, circumventing around him to shut the door.

“Sorry, babe,” Seokjin says while still glaring daggers at the all-too-pleased Jimin. Suddenly, his expression changes into a sneaky look that makes me both want to run and jump his bones. “Well,” He waves the two coffee mugs around in the air, “I made these myself - with love. I didn’t buy that generic shit; I brewed it, baby.”

It’s Jimin’s turn again to look disgruntled, and I can’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Any and all coffee is appreciated and loved by me – the more the merrier. So, thank you both,” You say, taking one of the travel mugs from Seokjin. Kissing his cheek, you turn back to sit opposite Jimin at the table.

“She kissed me on the lips!” Jimin bursts.

“Park Jimin!” I cry as Jin splutters some sort of incoherent rant about fairness and equality.

Jimin holds eye contact with me, still leaning back in his chair like he’s the king of the fucking universe. But, he’s not; I am.

My chair hits the wall behind me with a bang as I stand, planting my hands on the table to loom over Jimin. “Do you think it’s fun to push your hyung, Jimin? Does it amuse you to be a little shit?”

I can see the moment that Jimin decides to be a brat. His eyes heat up in a challenge, and he firmly answers, “Yes, noona.”

“Get up.” The change in my tone is apparent. Jimin gulps. Getting to his feet, he stares back at me expectantly.

“Jin,” I address the older boy while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin, “What kind of punishment do you think I should give our Jimin here?”

Seokjin rounds my other side, grinning, “Well, (y/n) darling, I believe he should get spanked.”

“Interesting choice,” I murmur, turning to face Jin, “That’s what you’re going to get then.”

“What?” Jin squawks, arms waving rapidly around in the air, “But I didn’t do anything!”

“Nothing is what you should have done, Jin,” I push him against the wall, “You know better than to let Jimin rile you up like this.”

Those plump lips of his pout dramatically as he whines, “But, (y/n)…”

“But nothing,” I say and then whirl around to face the other boy. He’s still standing where I left him with his eyes glued to the pair of us. “Jimin,” I hold his gaze, “You’re going to watch. You’re not going to touch yourself, your hyung isn’t going to touch you, and I’m not going to touch you.”

His eyes widen comically, “No! That’s not fair!”

“Do you want to be gagged, too, baby boy?” I ask, cocking my head slightly. Seeing his emphatic head shakes, I grin. “That’s what I thought. Now, stay.”

Turning back to Jin, I smirk slightly as I ask, “Punishment now or later?”

Seokjin’s eyes scrunch cutely in confusion, “What?”

“You see,” I move closer to him, my body brushes his, “I think you earned a punishment, but I think you also earned helping me punish Jimin.”

A wide grin crosses Jin’s face as he glances back at the corner Jimin is stewing in. “I would be honored to help you punish him, babe.”

“That’s what I figured,” I smile briefly at him before slowly sliding my hands up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck. Holding them there, I press the lightest of kisses to the corner of his lips.

Jin’s breath hitches in his throat.

I run my tongue against the seam of his mouth, taking my time and savoring the sweet taste of him. His lips part to let me in, my tongue sliding across his. I grind against him as we kiss, moving my hips in such a way that makes him groan and lean back harder against the wall.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Ripping my mouth from Jin’s, I turn to face the newcomer.

Namjoon stands in the doorway holding yet another cup of coffee, his face thunderous. "What do the three of you think you're doing? This is the goddamn library, you heathens!”

Seokjin jumps out of his skin in fright, pushing me away faster than I can anticipate. Stumbling back, I crash into Jimin – who apparently had ventured out of his assigned corner. Brat.

“The shades were open!” Namjoon continues to rant as he flicks the aforementioned item down to cover the door’s window, “Did you want people to see you?”

He reads the expression on my face correctly, “Oh, but you did, didn’t you, (y/n)?” Namjoon approaches where I’m still captured in Jimin’s embrace. Glaring down at me, he taunts, “So quick to stake your claim; but, make no mistake, they were mine first.”

Shaking out of Jimin’s hold, I straighten, raising my chin to meet Namjoon’s gaze full-on, “That’s interesting. I didn’t realize you were so lenient with your partners.”

Jimin makes a choking noise behind me. Jin stands behind Namjoon, waving a hand in front of his throat to clearly tell me to stop talking. I keep going, “Perhaps I need to teach you how to discipline.”

Namjoon flips me around, shoves Jimin out of the way, and bends me facedown across the table.

“Jin,” He says, his voice growly, “Stand in the hall and let me know if you can hear us.”

The sound of the door opening and closing alerts me that Jin followed Namjoon’s instructions without a word.

“Jimin,” He continues, “Hold (y/n)’s hands out in front of her.” Jimin ascquieces, staring apologetically down at me as he tugs my hands towards him.

“This is cute,” I say, “I always love holding Jimin-ie’s hands.”

Thwack. The stinging imprint of Namjoon’s palm on my ass burns deliciously. I arch my back, looking over my shoulder at him with a half-smile. “Do it harder, daddy.”

A breath sucks in between his lips as I utter the word I know will get him feeling as hot as me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” Namjoon grits out, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Oh, daddy,” I say, “Don’t you remember? I’m the fucking Queen.”

“Was that a chess pun? Nice.” A muffled voice followed by a squeaky laugh sounds through the door.

“Seokjin,” Namjoon seethes, flying over to open the door and drag the older boy back inside, “I thought I told you to let me know if you could hear us.”

I tug out of Jimin’s gentle hold, straighten back up, and then situate myself into a sitting position on the table.

I watch amusedly as Jin shimmies his way out of Joon’s grasp, “Yah! It’s not my fault I get intense FOMO. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Besides, I only heard you because I had my ear pressed to the door.”

Jimin stifles a giggle. I let out a full-on laugh. Namjoon mumbles what sounds like a plea to some higher power under his breath.

“See what I have to deal with?” Namjoon turns to me, shaking his head. “Are you sure you want to sign up for this?”

“That depends,” I swing my legs back and forth as I stay perched on the table, “Are you going to keep spanking me?”

The boy who had just unhesitatingly bent me over to punish me now blushes and rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, probably? You have quite a mouth on you, baby.”

Hopping off the table, I laugh, “Good answer. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

“Woo!” Jin cheers, “Nice job on the House Points, Joon-ie!”

“I am in love with idiots,” Jimin sighs.

Grabbing my phone from my backpack, I let out a slight yell as I read the time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I scramble to shove all of my textbooks back into my bag.

“What is it, noona?” Jimin worries, appearing next to me. “Are you late for class?”

“No,” I cry, “It’s so much worse. I’m late for my weekly Animal Crossing discord chat! Heath is gonna kill me…”

“Heath?” Jin scowls, “Who is this Heath you speak of?”

“Chill, fam,” I shrug my backpack onto my shoulders and stare contemplatively down at the three different coffees. “You can’t get jealous every time I mention a new person. What’s next? You’re gonna come for Tom Nook?”

Namjoon - who must play Animal Crossing - stifles a laugh as Jin pouts. “She has a point, Jin.”

“And so does a pencil. Big whoop,” Jin scowls with his arms folded.

“Aw, Seokjin-ie,” I coo, reaching over to pinch his cheek, “Don’t be mad. You’ll get to spend all day with me on Saturday after volunteering! What are we doing, anyways?” I level Joon with my best side-eye as I ask that question, knowing he is more likely than not the mastermind behind our planned date.

“It’s going to be great, noona!” Jimin pipes up, hugging me from the side, “You’re going to love it…You’re going to love us.” He murmurs the last part, probably not meaning for me to hear; but, I do.

God, I do.

“We’ll pick you up before volunteering,” Joon says, “Just bring yourself and a change of clothes.”

“What?” I decide - fuck it - and attempt to grab all three coffees, “No overnight bag?”

Jin, who had just taken a sip of his own coffee, spews it everywhere. “Pack one,” He gasps out in between coughs.

Laughing, I walk to the door, which Jimin kindly opens for me. “Okay, I’ll think about it. Ah, I’m so late. Jimin and Jin, I’ll punish you at a later time. Joon, you can try to punish me at a later time.” Living for their astonished expressions, I wave as best I can with three coffees in hand, “Bye, babes! Text me-e-e.”

As I make my way out of the library, it hits me that I only have one more day to prepare for this date. Fucking hell…

a/n: this is such a filler of a chap with a tinge of drama mixed in, hehe. the next one is gonna be that date tho uwu stay tuuuuuuned and thanks 4 reading

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 32

Word Count: 2,259

POV: Reader

Warnings: None, I’m as shocked as you are...haha

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

Baby Jace was home exactly one hour before your phone started ringing off the hook. First, it was your parents, to see if you'd all made it home ok. Next, it was your brothers, who were trying to figure out when they could come up for their first glimpse of their new nephew. After that it was Jenna, then Anna, all planning on visiting as well. Tyler's phone was no different, his mom and sisters finalized plans to be there in three days, right before Tyler was leaving for a road trip. His mom had generously offered to stay with you that first away trip, and you grateful for her offer.

You'd just finished plating the takeout food Tyler had ordered for lunch when you heard Jace's soft cries from the bassinet. Tyler picked him up, cradling him in his arms to quiet his crying; only Jace wasn't having any of it. "Babe, what am I doing wrong?"

Looking over at the kitchen clock, you noted the time before answering him back. "Nothing hun, I think he's hungry. See if he'll suck on your finger?"

Tyler did as you asked and sure enough, your son tried to feed off your husband's finger. "I'm sorry bud, you're not going to get anything there."

You washed your hands, before going over and taking the baby from him. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Where are you going?" Tyler took the plates and set them down at the kitchen table for you both.

"I was just going to take him to the nursery to feed him."

"Babe, this is our house, you can feed him anywhere." Of course, you knew this. You just weren't sure if Tyler would be comfortable with you doing it at the kitchen table, this was literally unchartered territory for you both.

"Are you sure it's not going to be awkward…I mean sitting here and stuff." Jace was still crying so you needed to make a decision soon.

Tyler came over placed his hands on your shoulders and steered you over to the table. "Sit, and feed our child." He dropped a kiss to your head before taking his seat beside you. "The only thing I'm going to be is jealous."

"Tyler." You scolded him, as you slid your shirt off, then brought Jace up to eat.

"What? Your boobs are one of my favorite things, along with about a million other things about you." He fed you a bite off your plate before taking one himself. "But don't worry, I know everything's off-limits for a bit. Which is why I'm jealous of this little guy." He grabbed Jace's foot, running his thumb back and forth across it for a second, before resuming his meal. You took bites here and there while Jace ate as well, and you realized this was your first official family meal together.

As soon as Jace finished, you burped him and he fell fast asleep. "Here (Y/N), I'll take him while you finish."

"Are you sure? You should be taking a nap before the game tonight."

"I don't think I'm going?" He said the words so casually as he sat back down, snuggling Jace into his chest.

"I'm sorry what did you just say?" You had literally almost spit your food out, at his declaration.

"Monty said with everything that happened with Jace's birth he'd understand if I wanted to take a couple extra days off. I'm thinking that I should, especially since my mom won't be here to help out for a few days."

You finished the bite that you had in your mouth before saying, "Ty, it's literally like five hours that you'll be gone. You should just go and get back into things." When he didn't say anything you kept going. "Besides, you've already been to practice, just think of this as an extended one."

He sighed out in frustration, and Jace whimpered a bit before falling back to sleep. "That was the most miserable three hours of my life." You went to say more, but he continued. "And before you start it's not like I'm never going back or something. I just want a little extra time with you and Jace."

"We'll be here when you get home. In fact, we are just going to sit on the couch and watch daddy. Aren't we sweet pea?" You rubbed the side of the baby's cheek. "We really want to see daddy score a goal tonight too."

"Ugh…I hate my job sometimes."

"No you don't; you just finally found something you love more than hockey." You dropped a quick kiss on his lips than grabbed the empty plates.

"You're wrong you know." He called after you, and you gave him a questioning look because you knew he loved Jace way more than hockey. "Jace isn't the only thing I love more than playing. You are, and I've loved you for a while."

"Well, I stand corrected then, but you still love the sport. So you're going to tonight's game if Jace and I have to drag you there." You put the last plate in the dishwasher, then walked back over to Tyler. "So how about we make you a deal. This little guy right here and I will take a nap with you, so you can have some quality time with the both of us before you leave for the arena."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. Now let's go sleep before this little one wakes up." The three of you headed into the bedroom, where Tyler proceeded to put Jace back in his bassinet, then take off his shirt before taking Jace's sleeper off of him. He picked the baby back up, then laid down on the bed, laying your sleeping child on his chest. You had to smile to yourself, for Tyler took any chance that he got to have Jace next to his skin. He covered Jace up with a blanket and kissed his sweet little head, before tucking you into his side. You could get used to times like these.

You laid there resting comfortably, unable to sleep as you watched your two handsome boys nap. Tyler's snored softly, and you began to wonder if Jace would end up inheriting that little trait. You caressed his little head, noticing the slight curl his fine baby hair had. Jace was definitely going to have the same mop of curls as his father had. You got so absorbed in your newborn son, that you didn't notice how time got away from you. It was Jace's cry that woke both you and Tyler up before the alarm went off.

Tyler was still groggy from sleep, but you managed to make out his garbled. "I think he needs to be changed." You checked Jace's diaper and had to agree.

"Here I'll take him. Go back to sleep, you have at least another half hour to sleep." Jace's cries got louder, and you took him over to the changing table you had in your bedroom. As soon as you had the wet diaper off, he quieted back down, his eyes opening wide and just taking everything in. "Hi sweet boy, are you awake?" You ran your finger down his belly and you swore he gave a small smile. "Oh, and you're such a happy baby; aren't you?" You looked around for a clean sleeper but hadn't had a chance to bring any into your room yet, so you decided to take Jace to the nursery.

"Babe, where are you going?"

"To get Jace some clothes. We'll be right back."

Tyler rolled off the bed, standing next to you then. He dropped a kiss on Jace's head, before placing one on your lips. "I'll go get some." He was out the bedroom door before you could even think about it. Even though Jace was less than seventy-two hours old, Tyler had jumped at every chance to help take care of him. Not that you thought he wouldn't, but you had to admit you were surprised when he offered to change his diaper the first time in the hospital. "Here ya go." Tyler handed over the Star's onesie his family had got Jace, with matching bottoms. "Thought he should be dressed appropriately to cheer me on tonight."

You changed him into the outfit and you had to admit, he looked absolutely adorable; a miniature of your husband. "Ty, can you hand me my phone. I need pictures of this."

He already had his phone in his hand, snapping away. "One step ahead of you." He took a couple more photos. "Oh wait, we forgot your lid bud." He placed the tiny beanie on Jace's head, and just when you thought he couldn't get any cuter he did.

"Here give me your phone. I want some with the two of you." Tyler picked up his son, and you clicked away; each photo cuter than the last. You could've taken pictures of them all night, but you knew Tyler had a game to get ready for. "Ok, I think I have enough. Now, give me back my baby."

"Your baby, huh?" He commented holding Jace a bit closer if that was even possible. "I believe he's half mine as well."

"Ugh, you know what I mean. You're being a baby hog." You made grabby hands hoping he'd hand over Jace.

"If I am it's only because you had him the last nine months. Well, eight I suppose since he decided to make an early entrance." He finally relinquished Jace over. "Your only getting him now because you're making me go to work. Do you want me to get you something for dinner before I leave?"

"Nah I'm ok. I'll make something in a bit." He kissed you both then headed to the en suite to get ready. Less than an hour later, he was dressed in one of your favorite suits all set to leave.

"Are you sure you don't need me to stay?" You knew he was stalling, and that if you even hinted for that you wanted him there, he would not be going to the game.

"I'm sure that Jace and I will be fine. Now go score one for your son." Leaning in, you kissed him for good luck as he pulled both you and the baby close into his side.

"You're sure?" He asked one more time.

"Yes, Ty, I'm sure." His hand was caressing Jace's cheek, as the baby just looked up with wide eyes. "Tell daddy buh-bye and that you'll see him in a bit."

"Bye bud, I'll see you in a bit. Don't do anything important while I'm gone." He kissed Jace, holding onto him a little longer. "I'll see you soon. If you need anything at all, just call the staff and I'll come right home."

"I know, but we'll be fine. Now go." You practically pushed him out the door. "Love you."

"Love you too." He called finally closing the door, leaving just you and Jace together. You put Jace in his bouncer seat on the island as you made yourself some dinner. By the time you got done, he was fast asleep. He was still sleeping by the time the game started, but you were going to leave that part out when you told Tyler. Midway through the first, he woke up hungry, so you fed him while you watched the game.

It was late in the second when Tyler scored a goal, against the Preds. You yelled, startling poor Jace. You were definitely going to have to change the way you celebrated from now on. For the rest of the game, you held Jace, while Gerry had his head on your lap, and Cash and Marshall kept guard at your feet. Even though the Stars fell, you were still excited that Tyler scored a goal on the first game that Jace technically watched.

You kept the station on and watched the post-game interviews, knowing that Tyler would probably be asked about his baby boy. Which of course ended up being the second question. "So, Tyler how do you like being a new dad?"

"It's literally the best feeling in the world, even better than winning the cup."

"We heard it was quite a dramatic birth."

He chuckled lightly before answering. "Yeah, Jace, that's my son, decided to come a bit early. My wife ended up having him in our kitchen. It was absolutely insane but she was a Rockstar." Oh my god, had Tyler just called you his wife? You were pretty sure he did. Your only hope right now was that no one would catch his slip.

"How are your wife and son doing?"

Ugh, so much for no one noticing. "They're great. They're at home now watching." God love Tyler, he didn't even seem to flinch when the man asked about 'his wife.' He probably didn't even realize he slipped up.

"So when did you two get married?"

Tyler looked like a deer in the headlights as everything started to click into place. "Um…well…"

"I think it's time we let the new dad get home to his family, huh guys." Jamie came in and saved the day, while Tyler scooted out from in front of the cameras. It was too late though, your secret was out. It would be only a matter of time before your phone was ringing off the hook. All you could do was switch it to vibrate and pray neither of your family's were watching that.

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angryteapot · 5 years

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Congratulations on the milestone tea. I said I got dibs on a blurb so here we go. One Clark Kent please; situation of something to do with being rescued by Superman and not knowing it’s Clark yet but oh he knows

Thank you Goose!

Sighing in frustration, you trudged up the rusted stairs of the dilapidated building.

You had begged Perry for a break from writing puff pieces, and he gave you this - a mystery case involving three missing tourists. The police had been working on the case for over four months and had hit dead ends everywhere they turned. Seeing as how the disappearances had seemingly stopped, they had given up the case in light of more pressing matters, and now the "Ghost Presser" case had been passed to you.

The building that the disappearances had occurred in was in a dead zone on the outskirts of the city, an old abandoned printer press that everyone insisted was haunted by some old coot that had offed himself by jumping into one of the giant industrial printers. They say the ink from that day's paper ran red. You thought it was all fabricated, a ridiculous ghost story taken from that Jim Carrey 'The Mask' movie.

It was nearing midnight, but that's when you would get the best "creepy, eerily haunted" photos of the abandoned printer line. A shiver ran down your spine as you heard distant noises, pipes clanging and old papers fluttering in the night breeze.

You were photographing the rusted printers when you heard footsteps and voices from the offices above. The center of the warehouse was all open, with the second floor consisting of a perimeter walkway with offices overlooking the giant machines on the ground floor.

Creeping up the stairs towards the voices, you had your camera poised and ready, footsteps silent as could be. You were nearing the closed doors where the voices were coming from, when suddenly you heard a creak, and a large hand grabbed you roughly by the shoulders and pushed you through the doors.

You fell to your hands and knees, camera shattering in front of you. Shit. Perry was going to kill you and take that out of your pay. Assuming you got out of there alive, anyway.

You looked up and saw a dozen guns pointed at you. Glancing around at the stacked crates, with known mafia affiliates staring down at you through the barrels of their guns, you surmised that you had just wandered into a huge arms deal.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"I'm afraid not, Miss…" A man, whom you assumed was in charge of all these degenerates, looked down at you with a curious gaze.

You didn't answer, staring at him defiantly while trying to memorize everything about him. He looked more like a White-House affiliate rather than the mob boss you had envisioned. Your glare was cut short as he continued talking.

"Well, I don't suppose knowing your name will matter, you'll be dead in a few minutes. Our sincerest apologies for any inconveniences your death may cause. Oh and fellas? Don't get creative, stick to the M.O.. Buh-bye now sweetheart."

With a cheeky wave from the well-dressed bastard, you were roughly hauled away by two hulking men… right towards the industrial ink reservoir. One of the guys went to flip a switch, and the machines below roared to life.

"Shame for such a pretty face to go to waste," one of the men lamented as he ran a finger down your cheek. You bit at his hand, hurling expletives as he snatched his hand back and raised it to slap you.

You heard a crash and flinched, closing your eyes, bracing for the impact. It never came. You peeped an eye open and saw the goon's arm bent at a painful angle, the gorgeous and angry face of Superman taking over your view. He knocked the giants unconscious, catching you by the waist as you stumbled back towards the railing.

"I'll be right back," he rumbled, and was gone in a breath. You steadied yourself against the wall, jumping as you heard gunshots and shouting, heavy thuds as if bodies were hitting the walls. It suddenly went silent, and you shakily stood and walked over to the door torn off its hinges. You looked in to see Superman tying up the bruised and battered men.

The man of steel suddenly turned to you, his intense expression softening as he met your gaze. The last thought you had before blacking out was that his eyes looked very familiar. You must have passed out from the shock of it all because, the next thing you knew, you were being cradled against a wide chest, buildings flashing by beneath you.

"Oh jeez. Oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez," you stuttered out as you buried your face into Superman's emblazoned 'S'.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall. We'll land in a few moments. Where do you live?"

"I, uh, um," you were drawing a blank. Superman chuckled, the rumble felt against the cheek that was pressed against his chest.

"It's alright, I'll take you somewhere safe where you can gather your wits."

You felt secure in the superhero's arms, so you tried to relax. Face pressed against his chest, you couldn't help but to breathe him in. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but he smelled… familiar. Earthy with an undertone of the typical musk in popular colognes, and something distinctly other, something sharp and electric like lightning.

As you were still thinking of the familiarity of his scent, the two of you landed on the rooftop of the Daily Planet. You thought it strange, that he brought you here of all places. He gently set you on your feet, hands landing on your waist to support you as your legs wobbled, readjusting to solid ground.

Finally getting a good look at him, your eyes following the sharp curve of his distinctive jawline. Taking in all the details of his face, you felt like you were looking at one of those "find the differences" pictures. You knew something was off, something was familiar, just on the edges of your mind, but shrouded in mystery and denial.

"This is going to sound crazy, but, do we… know each other?"

His eyes widened, and you noticed panic flash across his face for a brief second.

"I don't believe we do," he cleared his throat. "But it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss (L/N), although you really should be more careful about investigating alone late at night."

"I never told you my name," you drawled out suspiciously.

"I uh, I must've recognized you from the newspaper articles. Is there anywhere I can escort you?"

You smirked at his obvious deflection, "Well I live about eleven blocks north of here if you wouldn't mind, y'know, giving me a 'ride' there."

"I'd be more than happy to see you home safely. I'm going to pick you up now, if that's alright?"

"By all means," you gestured, looping your arms around his neck again as he lifted you up with ease.

He shot up into the sky, a gasp escaping your throat at the view. Superman reached your apartment in no time, setting you down on the fire escape landing, hovering in front of you.

"Thank you for saving me," you grinned at his bashful expression.

"It was my pleasure. But perhaps try to be more careful in in the future?"

You throw him a lazy, two-fingered salute and a wink, "I'll do my best. Will I be… seeing you around?"

The corner of his lips tilted up, "Perhaps."

Your heads swiveled around at the sound of a distant explosion. He sighed wearily and looked back at you with an unreadable expression.

"Go save the city, Superman. I'm sure I'll see you again," you looked at him with a soft smile.

"Take care of yourself, Y/N, I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon," he nodded politely and shot off into the night.

You were once again bemusedly puzzled as to how he knew your name, let alone said it so casually as if he was used to saying it.

You meandered into your apartment, immediately taking a shower to rid yourself of the dust and grime. You also took that time to have your freak-out. You’d been mostly calm and witty before, but for goodness sakes, you’d been an inch away from death just an hour before. After getting clean, and your minor freak-out, you took a power nap since you had to be in the office in a matter of hours.

When you got to work and hour late from over-sleeping, you were greeted by Perry photos down on your desk of the tied-up bad guy from the previous night being arrested, and he was all geared up for a tirade.

You shut him down with a sweet smile, explaining that you had solved the "Ghost Presser" mystery and inadvertently helped Superman expose a major arms deal. Perry just grumbled and said he was taking the busted camera expenses out of your check.

A curly head of dark hair, and the accompanying pair of blue eyes with glasses, poked around the corner of your cubicle. Clark Kent asked, "Eventful night?" with a slightly-worried smile. A familiar smile.

"Quite the adventure. You should come with me, next time. Someone in a cape alluded that I should use the buddy system."

"I couldn't agree more, the world is a dangerous place, especially at night," Clark said easily. The corner of his lips lifted in a friendly smile as he turned back to his own desk.

A familiar smile indeed.

#tea answers #200 milestone #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #tea loves her followers

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staytheb · 5 years

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Fun-Sized

Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Kierra] Genre: idol!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 1,359 Summary: Kierra just wanted to know her boyfriend’s height. She just didn’t think Chris would be so cheesy and cute about it.

the masterlist for Chris x Kierra

Warning: none... maybe some cheesy puns or something like that lol

hi! it’s been a while. some things came up and i lost the mood to write. and just a lot of sad moments from October to December. so i just wanted to cheer myself and distract my mind. so i came up with this as this whole thing has been on my mind as i wanted to write something. lol but yeah, um i’ll update the rest of Like Oh 2.0 later and hope to get out that Baekho story by the end of the year, too. anyways, so yeah happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Hey, Chris," Kierra called out to her boyfriend, "How tall are you?"

She could hear him scoffed from where she sat from behind him in his little studio while scrolling through her phone as she rolled her eyes in good-nature knowing how he was gonna answer.

"I'm tall enough!" He answered with a giggle before a few more giggles fell from his lips. "I'm fun-sized."

"Mmhmm." She hummed before looking up from her phone to stare at his back and tilted it to the right as she analyzed his sitting position.

"Fun-sized, eh? That's cute. I'm sure STAYs loved that."

Chris laughed upon hearing her response as he was too busy doing whatever he was doing on his computer before swiveling the chair to face his girlfriend with an amused expression.

"So why'd you ask when you already watched that V-Live to know the answer?"

"Oh, no reason, really. I forgot about that." Kierra answered nonchalantly as she returned to her phone with a secretive smile. "Anyways, it should be fine."

Chris regarded her a bit, but upon seeing the way his girlfriend's lips curved up he knew that she was up to something and decided to figure it out another way.

"Okay then."

Kierra thought her boyfriend had backed off and returned to his work leaving her alone, but she felt and saw her mobile device slipped from her hold.

"Hey!"

She reached out for her phone, but Chris had swiveled away from her. She followed after him, but he now stood and held the phone away from her reach.

"Oh, c'mon. You're not that much taller than me." Kierra grumbled as she tried to reach for it, but it was still out of reach for her.

Chris chuckled as he held her phone above his head while using his other arm to keep her at bay much to his girlfriend's dismay.

"Then maybe you're the one that's fun-sized." Chris remarked with a laugh.

"Whatever." Kierra dismissed with slight frustration. "You're like around Linna's height and she's barely taller than you."

"True, but she's not my girlfriend and messing with you is a lot more fun."

"Oh, yeah sure, fun. Said the guy that said he was fun-sized not that long ago."

Chris laughed upon hearing Kierra's words, but now held her phone behind his back while smiling at her.

"Then why'd asked about my height if you already knew the answer?"

"Because I can. Now give me back my phone."

Kierra stopped trying to grab at her phone upon noticing her boyfriend's position as Chris cast her an expectant look.

"Please." She added as he chuckled while holding up his index figure with his free hand. "On one condition."

"I'll think about it."

"Not good enough."

"Oh, c'mon. Stop playing."

"I always love playing with you." He cooed as she made a face upon hearing those words come out of his mouth. "Ew."

Chris chuckled as Kierra let out a sigh.

"Okay, fine, but it depends on what your condition is."

Before Chris could inform her about what the condition was, Kierra's mobile device began to ring. The duo paused as Chris moved his arm from behind him to in front of him to see who was calling.

"Oh, look. It's Linna." He mused as he wriggled his eyebrows. "Let's see what she wants."

"D-"

Chris answered the phone anyways and Kierra could only hear his side of the conversation.

"Hello, Linna. Hi. No, Kierra can't come to the phone right now. She's busy. Did you need to ask her something?"

Kierra gave up with a huff while sitting back down with a sulky expression. Chris quietly chuckled upon seeing his girlfriend's sulking behavior while continuing his conversation with Linna.

"Oh White Elephant? Yeah, that sounds like a fun idea. I'm sure the other members would love it if you haven't told Hyunjin yet who hasn't said it to the others yet."

He side-glanced his girlfriend who was now lying on her back on the chair and playing with her hair in boredom.

"Hmm, okay. Yeah, sure. Uh huh. Gotcha, gotcha. Will definitely let her know. Thanks and buh-bye."

When the call ended and Chris held the phone to looked at the screen, he noticed that his girlfriend was browsing some clothing website. He definitely didn't let Kierra know what Linna had asked him to relay to her sister.

"Are you trying to buy me clothes for Christmas?" Chris asked instead while looking over at Kierra.

She didn't reply as she now appeared like she was asleep as her head was turned away from him and her arms rested upon her stomach.

"Kierra?"

Chris quietly made his way over to her and peered down at her figure to double check if she had fallen asleep. He knew that she had a hard time sleeping like he did, but he knew that she tended to nap a lot when given the chance to.

"Kierra?"

"Hmm? She hummed sleepily while turning over to gaze at him and held out her hand for her phone.

Chris smiled, but didn't return Kierra her phone.

"If you're tired, then you could've just stayed at home and slept."

"Today's the only day this week where we have time to just chill together with our schedules. If not, then you'll be crying and whining like a baby that I'm ignoring you to your members and Hyunjin will rant to Linna and I have to be reminded later on." Kierra answered with a full explanation.

"I don't cry and whine."

"Mmhmm."

"I don't."

"I'll make sure to have the boys record you next time you do."

"Aww, Kierra, don't be like that."

Chris pouted as he made himself comfortable on the chair with Kierra while she made a face.

"There's not enough space for the both of us, Chris."

"I'm fun-sized, remember?" He mused with a giggle as Kierra groaned.

"How did I get stuck with you?"

"You picked the treat over the trick."

"Are you calling yourself a snack now?"

"Do you think I'm a whole snack?"

"I'm not gonna answer that."

"Oh, c'mon. I'm your fun-sized candy bar."

Chris chuckled as Kierra groaned.

"Get outta here."

Before Chris could say something else, Kierra had pushed him away from her and he fell off the chair.

"Wow, rude, and here I was gonna give you back your phone."

"Yeah, right. Wake me up when the sun sets."

Kierra turned onto her side with her back facing him intent on actually going to sleep. Chris rolled his eyes while standing back up.

"Alright, Kierra, get up. Let's go shopping."

He took a hold of his girlfriend's hand to pull her up and out of the chair while she glared at him and resisted.

"You're just asking for a scandal, aren't ya?"

"Who says we're going out and about?"

Kierra shot her boyfriend a weird look as Chris chuckled at her facial expression.

"We're gonna do some online shopping."

He successfully got her out of the chair and had settled her onto his swivel chair while he went to grab another one. Kierra in boredom cast Chris a look of displeasure when he returned with another swivel chair.

"Can we not?" She asked him as he shook his head with a grin while maneuvering the mouse to close some windows and opening another.

Kierra let out a sigh as she propped her elbow onto the desk and rested her chin onto her palm.

"I knew I should have never asked about your height."

"Aww, don't be like that, my fun-sized baby girl." Chris cooed with laughter as he tried to pull Kierra's chair closer to him.

"Ewww. No. I'm outta here."

Kierra got up and out of the chair with the intent of going home and dealing with her boyfriend another time. Chris chased after her and brought her back to sit in the chair all the while laughing and apologizing in-between. In the end though Chris still didn't figure out why Kierra had asked for his height, but he did learn that she had changed his contact to 'My Fun-Sized Baby Boy' later that day.

#staytheb #stray kids scenarios #bang chan #christopher bang

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deborahkaya · 4 years

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Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses

The following preview is of Chapter XI of TIMELESS KEEPERS, Volume Three of THE TAMMABUKKU CHRONICLES. This is one of our favorite chapters for many reasons, and not only because it is all about the birth of a baby. This is a very special baby, the rebirth of a missed Victorian gentleman who is beloved to many characters of the quintet.

Artwork by Sara Isabella Gabsy

https://www.amazon.com/Timeless-Keepers-Tammabukku-Chronicles-Deborah/dp/169280846X/

When Sphinx and Dane returned to New York after Griffin’s birthday party, Sphinx finished the film and sent it to us, complete with music. The last ten minutes are of his birthday party in the red velvet drawing room.

The party was the celebration we had hoped it would be. Our little guy was thrilled to be surrounded by everyone he loves. Sabre was on tour so he couldn’t be there and sent Griffin a birthday rap but Ffion attended. Sergei sat in with Oblivion for the song I wrote about our son’s first year, simply titled, “Griffin”. We hired a magician and used our home theatre for his performance. He is the best kid’s magician in England, but Griffin still busted him. Although he was entertained by the magician’s act, several times he tried forming the words to tell everyone what was behind the tricks, even pointing to illustrate how this was being done.

His cake was a colossal horse-shaped cake with chocolate buttercream icing and, at first, everyone deemed it too beautiful to eat. It was made by the best cake patisserie in Yorkshire. After the cake, Griffin wanted me to take him for a ride on Serge. Jericho, Philip and Tom saddled up their horses as well and accompanied us around the estate, and Abigail rode Shaman with Tom.

We helped the birthday boy open his many presents. By the time he was done, he was a little cranky from the overexcitement and needed a nap. Lia took him upstairs but he was reluctant to leave all the fun. I changed his nappy and Mom gave him his bottle but he still resisted sleep. He wanted to go back downstairs even though he was in dire need of a nap. Timothy volunteered to help, having had no shortage of experience with children. He brought Griffin into the quiet of the library and sang “All the Pretty Little Horses”. Fifteen minutes later, after singing the song six times, Timothy had fallen asleep, but Griffin was more awake than ever, and slid off Timothy’s lap, toddling back into the party. Fortunately, he was no longer cranky. When he came back into the drawing room where The Greatest Showman soundtrack was playing, he cut in on Tom dancing with Abigail. Tom faked chagrin while Abigail lovingly gathered Griffin in her arms. Abigail and Griffin soared across the room to “A Million Dreams”. Joanna, who had been sitting down, could no longer stay in her chair. Taking Dane’s hand, she joined the dance.

That evening, when Lia and I were sleeping, Mom took Griffin to the portal room. She held him in the egg and he savored being inside. Griffin, seeming to comprehend the egg is something one uses to travel, went, “vroom, vroom.”

Mom kissed him and asked, “Where do you want to go, Griffin?”

“I go bye-bye, Gamma.”

“The woods?” Mom asked.

Griffin shook his head no.

“The beach?” Mom tried.

Again, Griffin shook his head no.

“The city?” Mom guessed.

“No,” he replied, but this time he pointed up.

“Well, you’re in the right place, Griffin,” Mom told him.

Griffin smiled and said, “Buh nah now.” He then mumbled a string of words that only Mom could understand.

“Yes, my darling, Griffin, we will go to the stars.”

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whumpywhumper · 5 years

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Puppy Face 🐶

So, I had some very lovely individuals request another Markus/Lucien drabble and, for some reason, that freaked my poor anxiety-ridden brain right the fuck out, and I couldn’t do it. 😅

Therefore, I went ahead and worked with Illyn and @0idril0 ‘s amazing OC, Clint, from her Nico series!

I now have a solid idea for what I want to do with Markus and Lucien and, hopefully, I can get another drabble up today or tomorrow. My lovely requesters, @starrywhump @castielamigos @comfy-whumpee @imagination1reality0 , please bear with me!

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Illyn paced, hands in her hair, smoke from her altar fouling the air. Her latest fucking failure. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know who to call. Usually, she would call Markus, but that wasn’t an option.

Obviously.

She gave her messy blonde hair a vicious tug and swallowed a sob of frustration. Crying wouldn’t help anything. She turned sharply on her heel, feet sinking into the fluffy carpet, and stalked back to the myriad of books that lay stacked and open to various pages. There had to be something there that she could try, something that she hadn’t thought to use.

If Markus was here he would know what to do. He would open right up to a spell or a dowsing rod and he would have the answers. He was a genius at this shit. Illyn was too new, inexperienced. Her talents lay in different directions.

The old books were musty to her stopped up nose and their leather bindings crinkled as she shuffled through them. Her eyes were burning and she brushed away tears as they fell onto the vellum pages. She didn’t even know what she was looking at. Glyphs and diagrams swam in front of her vision, carefully drawn botanical depictions blurred together, and she squeezed her eyes shut to get away from them.

Markus had been gone for 40 hours. Almost two fucking days.

In that time, she had been able to make contact with him once for all of two minutes before she couldn’t hold the spell any longer. The only information she had was that he was still within a fifty-mile radius of his shop and he was being kept in a concrete room with florescent lights.

She had nothing.

All subsequent attempts to contact him had failed. She barely understood the spell that she used the first time well enough to get it working and had no idea why it wouldn’t work again. The police weren’t an option. Pretty much all supernatural incidents were ignored unless they had to do with a human. She and Markus didn’t have many friends here in Salem and the friends she had that could help her were half a country away.

Her hands tightened in the overly large flannel she wore over her nightshirt, pulling it up to her nose to suck in the rosemary and sage smell. She’d taken the flannel from Markus’s work station; he wore it constantly and she never let the chance to make fun of it get away from her. She hadn’t changed her own clothes since Markus’s call had woken her up in the middle of the night.

She stank. Her hair was greasy. She was exhausted.

She couldn’t do this.

Illyn’s lip trembled and she bit it to quell the oncoming sob-fest. She sank to the floor and hugged her knees, rocking slowly, back and forth.

All of the information that she had didn’t give her any new leads, any new direction to go. She’d found Markus’s cell phone, the crumpled remains of the demolished electronic were exactly at the GPS location Markus had texted her.

She’d driven as fast as she could, screaming, hitting her steering wheel. Breaking every traffic law that she knew in order to get there as fast as she could. And she was still too late. All there was was the fucking cell phone. A small spatter of blood from Markus’s fucking bullet wound that didn’t lead anywhere. There weren’t any footprints on the asphalt. Nothing.

Her rocking sped up and her hands sank back into her hair. A noise bubbled up in her throat and she didn’t fight the agonized wail that escaped her lips. She pressed her face to her knees but it did nothing to muffle the heartache.

Illyn didn’t let herself break down for long. Great hiccuping breaths followed after a few moments and she tried to pull herself together. The meat of her palms pressed the tears away, and she stood. She’d run very option through, now it was time for someone else to step in. As much as she didn’t want to call. Face what she’d done.

Hands trembling with fatigue, she dug through her purse and found her phone. Still charged like a miracle in and of itself. Her favorites list was only two clicks away and she pressed the nickname “Puppy Face” with the dog emoji.

The phone rang twice before a deep masculine voice answered. “Hey dumplin’, mind if I call ya’ back? In the middle of tryin’ to tie up some loose ends.”

“Clint.” She squeezed the name out of her tight throat, eyes burning, and her entire face scrunched up of its own accord. “Clint, I need your help. Please.”

“Illyn? What’s wrong?”

She sobbed, recalling those same words coming out of her mouth. “It’s Markus, he’s been taken. I can’t find him. Please, you have to help. I’ve tried everything. Scrying, dousing, spells— there’s a spell in here that calls for the damn lens from a fly’s eye, not even the whole fly. Is says specifically not to put the whole fly in there. Can you fuckin’ believe that? There’s another—”

“Illyn— Dumplin’, you’re rambling. Slow down. What do you mean Markus has been taken?”

Her shaking hand moved to cover her mouth, to stop the random deluge of information, and she took a deep breath. Right. Priorities.

“I mean that he called me at two o’clock in the morning almost two days ago and I’m pretty sure that he was kidnapped by something that showed up on one of my augers. Something that scared the shit out of me.”

“Two- Two days ago.” There was a deep breath over the line and what was possibly a suppressed growl. “Illyn you know the first 48 hours are the most important in these situations. Why didn’t you call me sooner?”

Guilt rumbled through her body like the subway overhead at midnight. She bit her lip and sank back down to the floor. Fighting tears. She pressed her back into the cabinet, grounding herself. “Ca-Cause it’s m-my fault.” Her breaths hitched in her chest, oxygen lacking from every inhale. The knobs of her spine dug into the wood behind her.

“Explain.” The word was short, to the point.

A whine made its way out of her mouth and she hated how pathetic she sounded. How pathetic she was. “I-I borrowed Markus’s gr-grahm, Clint. I-I was scared and a-asked if I could buh-borrow it and copy it. And—And he didn’t have it—“ she sucks in a wild breath, trying to make the dark spots gathering in front of her eyes go away “—he didn’t—“ she couldn’t say it again. She curled in on herself, her head pounding with tears.

Clint’s voice softened, just barely, “Dumplin’, this isn’t your fault. Just tell me what happened.”

She sniffed, snot and mucous slurping up her nose, as she told him what happened. “. . . I swear, Clint, I tried to get there. But he was just gone. He screamed and—and he just wasn’t there. . . . “ She trailed off after giving him all of the information. Her forehead rested against her knees. Exhausted.

“Okay,” Clint sighed. She could almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to head up there as soon as I can, but there’s someone closer to you that I think will be able to help. Illyn, I need you to do something for me, okay?”

“Anything,” she begged.

“Go take a shower and a nap. You’re exhausted and ya’ can’t help if you’re dead on your feet.”

Illyn rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. “Okay,” she mumbled, “okay.”

“Illyn,” Clint said, voice catching her attention. “We’ll find him, okay?”

She swallowed. “Yeah, okay.”

“I’ll talk to you soon Illyn”

“Bye Clint.” Illyn hung up the phone and dropped it to the floor with a thump. There was nothing else she could do.

#my ocs #my writing #Markus/Lucien series #guilt #Illyn #@0idril0 #searching #Illyn tried really hard #she's made some mistakes #she knows she could do better #Everybody's human #this is short #ugh #stupid anxiety

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shewolfofficial · 5 years

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Could I request some playful fluff where the reader gets in trouble with Levi from something the boys did (like Eren or Jean) and makes her run after it rained which causes her to get muddy from head to toe. As pay back for punishing her for something she didn't do she asks Levi if he wants a hug and ends up chasing him and somehow they end up confessing their feelings for one another? Sorry if this is long I've had this idea for a while now 😂

This is actually a really cute request

Warning: Cursing~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You had just finished cleaning the girl's dorm, a long, tiring two hours of non-stop sweeping, dusting and scrubbing away at invisible dirt that you’d be sure Levi would notice even if it looked like it didn’t exist. Swiping the sweat from your forehead you took one last glance at your work of art, proud of your cleaning you sauntered on out of the dorm to the corridor facing the boy's dormitory. The muffled sounds of voices nearing the door across the corridor from you got louder and louder until the door swung open and out came a very pissed off duo.

Eren and Jean.

Stomping towards you with an irritated expression Jean dropped the little bucket of dust he collected with Eren by your side and shoved a broom into your chest. ‘’F/N take over for me will ya? I need some air’’ the taller male said before disappearing outside not giving you a chance to respond. Sighing Eren stepped towards you scratching the back of his neck. ‘’Sorry about that jerk.. He needs to grow up and stop whining like a child.. I’m going to go find the captain cya!’’ Eren chirped as you shot him a confused look but nodded along anyway. ‘’See you at dinner Eren!’’ you waved him off but the first step the boy took ended up in him tripping over the bucket of dirt and dust, almost tripping to the ground Eren quickly regained his composure.

‘‘F/N! I’m so sor-!’‘

‘‘It’s fine Eren, don’t worry.. Go find the captain and I’ll see you later kay?’‘ you brushed him off kneeling down to recollect the dirt that sprawled all along the stone floor. Hesitantly nodding he bid you good luck and took off down the corridor, soon disappearing behind a turn as you began to hum as you started to take up the dirt before anyone else arrived-

‘‘L/N..’’

Oh no..

Please don’t be..

Please don’t be..!

Turning around you peered over your shoulder letting out a nervous laugh as you nearly came face to face with your superiors knee, snapping your eyes upwards you visibly gulped at the sight of the angry clean freak gnome scowling down towards you with his arms crossed in disappointment. Tapping his boot off the stone floor you immediately brought yourself up and saluted him earning an eye roll.

‘‘Why are you playing in the dirt?’‘

What!? You were cleaning it! Not playing in it!

‘‘I- uh.. I was cleaning it, Jean gave me his cleaning stuff and took off, Eren was going to go and find you but-’‘

‘’Do me a favour and run laps outside L/N’‘

That’s so unfair! He didn’t even let you explain!

‘‘But sir! It wasn’t my mess! It was-!’‘

‘‘Now L/N.’‘

O shit, why did he use that tone of voice, it’s scary as shit!

Obediently nodding you turned and walked off towards the sloppy training ground hearing grumbles and a string of curses from your captain. It was still raining a little and you might as well say buh-bye to your newly cleaned uniform you got earlier.

// Time Skip \\

God knows how long passed and you were still outside running in the mud, you’ve tripped once or twice resulting in you now looking like a walking talking slop of dirt, though you were thankful that you didn’t get any of your hair ruined since it would be a bitch to clean out the dirt from it. Your chest and legs burned along with your back, a nice warm shower and a cosy warm bed to nap in.

Maybe if luck decided to be on your side for once you could fall asleep in your captain's arms-

‘‘L/N what are you doing out here? You should’ve been back inside for dinner five minutes ago’‘

Halting to a stop you turned around to face Levi as he stepped towards you careful not to get his uniform dirtied by the mud as you grinned internally from the idea you got.

You were going to dirty this bitch.

‘‘Oh I guess I just got caught up in having fun in the dirt, want to join me captain? I’m very lonely’‘ you pouted stalking towards the man with a mischievous glint in your E/C eyes. Feline like eyes squinting towards you Levi watched you to see what you were doing as he took a step back. ‘‘Tch I’m not going to fucking play in the dirt with you F/N, you’re filthy- w-what are you even doing?’‘ Levi’s eyes widened somewhat as you grinned opening your arms out to him as your pace quickened towards him.

‘‘Hug me captain~!’‘

‘‘Fuck no!’‘

And like that, you began to chase your higher up around the training field, deliberately getting yourself more filthy as he only ran from you more. An audience had gathered in the hallway by the windows watching you chase the raven haired man.

‘‘F/N fuck off!’‘

‘‘Hug me!’‘

‘‘Piss off!’‘

You continued to chase him into a little patch of trees out of sight from the HQ, Levi kept glancing back to you only to receive a devious smirk from you as you almost caught up to him. ‘’F/N I will hit you! Leave me the fuck alone!’’ Levi tried taking another glance behind him towards you as you giggled ‘’real men don’t hit women! Come on! Give me some cuddles!’’ you called out towards him as he attempted to take a sharp turn around a tree. Sliding and eventually falling to his knees Levi paled when he turned to you only to be tackled to the mud resulting n a little splash of it splattering onto you both.

Laughing a little you saw a miniature smile tug at Levi’s lips as you both rolled over fighting to be on top. His now dirtied uniform along with a little streak of mud on his cheek clung to his skin, Levi’s shadow toned orbs were surprisingly filled with life as you both rolled around in the mud giggling and laughing.

Eventually straddling his hips you were a panting mess while smiling down to Levi, he was looking up to you with slightly parted lips as you pinned his hands weakly above his head. ‘’I think I win captain... That was fun’’ you breathe out as Levi clicks his tongue and flips you both over in a split second.

‘‘What was that? I’d say you’re wrong there F/N, I win’‘

‘‘Alright.. Alright, you win..-’‘ you swiftly grabbed a handful of mud and slapped it onto Levi’s head watching his face turn into a completely mortified one ‘’you’re now the mud king!’’ you laughed as he got a chunk himself and splat it on your hair making you squirm from underneath him. ‘‘Now, what’s my prize you dork?’‘ Levi asked sitting back on your lower body yet he didn’t dare break the eye contact you both held, shrugging a little you finally broke the gaze and averted your vision elsewhere trying to think of a prize for him.

‘‘Oh I know what my prize will be..’‘

Turning back to look at him you were about to respond but you were silenced by Levi leaning down and pecking your lips making an uncontrollable fiery blush that spread across your face. Sitting up ever so slightly you looked at your captain wide-eyed as he wore the usual blank expression. Clicking his tongue with a disapproved looking expression Levi looked over your features. ‘’That kiss was absolute shit... Let me try again..’’ he muttered making you let a laugh slip ‘’it doesn’t have to be perfect, not a full-on make-out session captain’’ you say as Levi grumbles and slams his lips against your own resulting in you squealing a little but return it. Shortly you both pulled away for air, Levi slid off you and stood up grimacing at his uniform as you lay there without a care in the world.

‘‘I like you captain, we should go out sometime’‘

‘‘Agreed, I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow’‘

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alkanote · 5 years

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Blitz Announcement! The New Protagonists (Chapter Pascal)

Spada: The next protagonist is Pascal, huh… They say she’s a brilliant engineer, so she might get along well with honor student Ruca. Ah, there she is! Heeey! Pascaaal!

Spada: You’re sure energetic. I like that.

Pascal: Dunno what’s going on, but glad to hear thaaat. Fwaa...Uhn…

Spada: Careful there! What’s wrong? Being that unsteady on your feet is dangerous. ...Whoa, is that smell coming from you?

Pascal: Nnaa~ I pulled a bit of an all-nighter~ Got too into my research…

Spada: All-nighter...? Don’t tell me that means you haven’t taken a bath. You have, right?

Pascal: Ehh, I took oneee. Once a week is my nooorm. ...Huh? Wait, what’s today? Maybe it’s been two weeks now…

Spada: You… You’re startin’ to worry me in a different way than Ruca does..

Pascal: Anyway, how can I help youuu? You called me here, so you must have something to talk about.

Spada: Oh, right, I wanted to ask you somethin’. You see, in “The Augite Sleeping in Avalon”, my friend Ruca is--

Pascal: Guu… Zzz...

Spada: Hey, don’t sleep!

Pascal: Mnya? Ah, sorry sorry. I’m getting real sleepy, you see. So what did you say?

Spada: No good… Someone like this will just give Ruca more trouble… Interview result: rejec--

[ Beep, beep…! ]

Spada: What’s that sound?

Pascal: Sorry sorry! Looks like I got a call.

Spada: A call?

Pascal: Please quiet down a little! Hello hello, Pascal speaking! ...Yeah. Yeah. Okay okay, about that~

Spada: Who’s she talkin’ to? Could it be…

Pascal: ...Yeah. And that’s how it goooes. See you, buh-bye~

Spada: Pascal… Just now…

Pascal: Hm? This here is a transmitter. It’s a device that lets you talk to people faaar away! ♪

Spada: Dang, that’s cool! You make it yourself?

Pascal: You bet!

Spada: Interestin’! Have any more devices like that?

Pascal: Weeell, Parser #1’s pretty awesome if I may say so myself! It allows for visualization of the invisible and analyzes their components, which is possible due to the theory that quantum waves--

Spada: Ah, don’t need that much detail. So what can you do with it?

Pascal: During “The Crystal Land and Guiding Light” arc, it confirmed that the crystallized humans and animals still had signs of life. Also, it let Mikleo and Lailah be visible to everyone.

Spada: Wait, that means if you didn’t do that, Sorey and the others’ adventure would have been--

Pascal: Nn, dunno what you’re talking about buuuut maybe something would have changed!

Spada: Amazin’! That’s like you saved the world right there!

Pascal: That’s exaggerating~ But I’m stoked if it helped them out.

Spada: Pascal’s inventions are essential! Interview result: passed with flying colors!

Pascal: Still dunno what’s up, but yay, I passed! Tropical yahoo~

Spada: So you worked so hard on great inventions for the world’s sake that you barely have the time for a bath...

Pascal: Ah… It’s not like thaaaat… I just don’t like baths… Anywho, that’s all you wanted to ask, right? I’ve been at the brink of sleepiness...so I’ll just nap a little now...

Spada: Hey, don’t sleep here! ...Maybe she’ll cause trouble for Ruca after all.

#tales of asteria #alka translates toas #spada belforma #pascal (tog)#tales of

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alurea-actually-a-prince · 6 years

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A Nap

Summary: Thomas and the Sides are having a crisis, and someone can’t help but be drawn to all of the drama...

Warnings: Deceit’s there but if you can watch Can LYING Be Good? you can read this, it’s not angsty or too manipulative (at all) or anything. No other warnings I think but please tell me if there are so I can add them!

Pairings: None!

Word Count: 463

Author’s Note: Okay so basically I haven’t written fanfic in literal YEARS (and back then believe me it wasn’t very good- I’ve improved a lot since then) and I’ve never written Thomas Sanders fanfic, but my friend @hi-disappointed-im-daughter and I were talking and she came up with this idea and I sorta just decided to write a fanfic of it. So here it is lol. It’s sorta a crack fic, but that previously mentioned friend loved it, and so here I am, posting it. Hope you all enjoy!!!

“WHAT?” Thomas exclaimed, stumbling back a few steps, eyes wide. “Deceit?”

“Who’s she?” Deceit asked, looking up for the first time with his own face, and giving everyone a plain view of his half-scaled face. “Never heard of her.”

“Oh- I hate this guy, and his creepy snake face!” Roman said, frowning, then added, frown fading, “however, he is very kind.”

“Love the new outfit, Roman.”

Roman blinked, a pleased smile flashing across his face- “Oh! Thank you!”

Logan opened his mouth to interject, but thought better of it, and just shook his head.

“And Virgil, I ADORE the more intense eyeshadow,” Deceit said, gesturing to Virgil’s face, “it totally doesn’t make you look like a raccoon.”

“Nice gloves,” Virgil immediately snapped back, “did you just finish washing some dishes?”

Deceit looked down at his bright yellow gloves, considered for half a second, before looking up with a smirk. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t I know about him until now?” Thomas exclaimed, looking between all of the sides, panic written plain across his face.

Virgil said, “He had you convinced you’re an honest person!”

“But I- AM an honest person,” Thomas said, his voice wavering.

“Oh, you a-“ Deceit began, but was cut off by a sharp BANG.

They all jumped, and turned to look at the front door, which had just been kicked shut.

“Heeeyyyyy, girl,” Sleep greeted, practically strutting down the hall towards everyone else, Starbucks in hand and no apparent cares in the world.

He quickly glanced over the scene before him- everyone, including Deceit, staring at him, shocked into silence. He didn’t even blink.

“Sup,” he said to the sides, taking a drink of his Starbucks.

“Sleep?” Thomas asked, finally finding his voice. “Um, this isn’t really the best-“

“Nope,” Sleep said, cutting him off. Thomas blinked, and opened his mouth to speak, but Sleep raised a hand, and Thomas blinked again, but shut his mouth.

Sleep took another drink of his Starbucks order, staring at Deceit with pursed lips. Deceit stared right back, looking as though he seriously wished Sleep didn’t exist at the present moment.

Sleep then surveyed the rest of the sides quickly, and nodded once, turning to Thomas.

“Yep- nope, girl, we’re taking a nap.”

Thomas didn’t even have time to react before Sleep dragged him over to the couch, and a moment later, they were both laying down on it, Thomas fast asleep and Sleep stretched out next to him, sipping his drink.

“Buh-bye,” Sleep said, waggling his fingers in a wave as the Sides all stared, speechless, and sunk down as Sleep took over Thomas’s system for a while.

Sleep settled into the couch, and gave a self-satisfied nod.

Yeah. That snake face could wait until later.

Right now, they were taking a nap.

#my fic #my writing #deceit sanders #smol evil snek son #concert boi #sleep #remy #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #can lying be good?#can lying be good #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #(no patton since hes not in this)#sanders sides

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motherfuckinglosersclub · 6 years

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Chapter One: Boys’ Club

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,700+

Dudes being dudes, taking shit and hanging out

It was the afternoon before the first day of junior year. In an effort to escape the dreadful summer heat of Derry, the boys were lounging in Bill’s house with the A/C cranked up.

“So Billy Boy, how’s life for ya?” Richie asked, leaning back into the old couch. Stains dotted its fabric from unknown substances and years of regrets.

“Puh-Pretty good,” Bill said, trying to shake off the laid back and cozy atmosphere surrounding him. He was currently sandwiched between his two boyfriends trying his best not to fall asleep but quickly losing the battle. “How are you, R-Richie?”

“His name is trashmouth, not Richie.” Stan said, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“Damn right!” Richie beamed, reaching over to ruffle Stan’s hair.

Stan made a disgusted face and leaned out of Richies reach, this caused him to wake up Eddie in the process.

“WHAT THE FUCK RICH!” Even though Stan woke him up, Eddie tended to blame things like this on Richie because more often than not Richie was at the source. Eddie grabbed a pillow off the couch and chucked it at Richie’s face.

Mike grumbled from beside Bill, “Knock it off, you little kids. The adults are sleeping.”

In an effort to try to break up the fight brewing between Eddie and Richie, Ben scrambled toward his bag and pulled out his school schedule for the year. “Hey guys maybe since we’re all kind of waking up we could compare schedules maybe?”

“Sounds fun to me.” Mike said, also grabbing his schedule.

“Ugh fine.” Richie said, trying to find his own schedule in his backpack, which he had shoved to the bottom as soon as he got it. He hadn’t even bothered to clean it out from sophomore year.

“Hey I’m j-just gonna keep napping,” Bill said burying his face into Stan’s shoulder.

Stan laid his head onto Bills, sighing, “Mikey, will you hand me mine?”

“Sure thing.”

“Aw you guys are too cute.” Richie gushed, resting his chin on his hand.

“That could be you and Eddie but you guys are playin’” Stan said, giving Richie a blank stare.

“Stan, I will cut you,” Eddie deadpanned in efforts to hide how much he was blushing.

Stan just shrugged, not putting up a fight in this conversation.

“C’mon Eds, you know you wanna piece of this.” Richie stood up, wiggling his eyebrows and doing a full turn for the losers to admire.

Mike wolf whistled, playing into Richie's little game. Richie shot finger guns and clicked his tongue at him, all of which caused Ben to laugh his ass off.

Eddie glared at Richie, “In your dreams, trashmouth.”

“Every night babe.” Richie winked, sitting down on the floor by Eddie.

“Anyways, Ben. What do you have first period?” Stan addressed Ben, leaning towards the boy and ignoring the antics of his friends.

“I have trig first, what about you?” Ben offered his schedule to Stan to compare. Richie nodded at Ben, indicating he also had that class for first.

“I have English. Bummer, I don't like Berkeley.” Stan said, slightly frowning and grabbing the paper.

Mike rubbed Stan’s back, to comfort him. “Hey, so do I. At least you won't be alone in that class. Anyone else have English first?”

Eddie pushed Richie off and pulled his schedule out of his pocket, “I’m pretty sure I do,” he checked his schedule, “Yeah, I do, it’ll be pretty fun if we all have it together.”

Stan rubbed his temples, looking stressed out. “This year is going to kick my ass, I can already tell. Ben, it looks like your tutoring is gonna come in handy.” He then handed Ben his schedule back and laid his head back down onto Bill’s.

Ben smiled, “Thanks Stan, but my tutoring isn’t helpful unless the people there really care about school so I’m sure you’ll be fine this year!”

Mike smiled at Ben’s encouragement, “Yeah he's right babe, you're gonna kill this year. Not the other way around. And if you need help, all of us are more than willing to help.”

All the losers, minus Bill who was still napping, nodded in agreement.

“Okay, so who has US Gov. for fifth?” Richie asked, looking around. He did not want that teacher by himself.

“I do,” Mike said, nodding at Richie. “Good thing too, because that Johnson does not like you.”

“I really don’t see why he doesn’t like me. I’m the funniest and smartest kid in that class.” Richie shrugged, shaking his head.

“I'll give you funniest, but I think I earned the title of smartest last year, buddy.” Mike laughed loudly.

“Bullshit!” Richie yelled back, sitting up.

“Beep beep, Richie, you're going to wake up Bill. I don't care who is smarter or who is dumber, we all have our own opinions.” Stan whispered yelled, making a hitting motion at Richie, though his eyes showed amusement.

Richie laid down, pushing his glasses onto the top of his head and rubbing his eyes. Sleep is for the weak he said, he doesn’t need sleep he had said. Now that was biting him in the ass.

“You okay, Rich?” Eddie asked genuinely concerned for Richie’s well-being. He knows that he’s harsh on Richie a lot but he actually does care and right now he can tell that something is wrong.

“I’m fine spaghetti man.” Richie smiled at him. He was practically blind, but could still see Eddie’s frown, which he thought was adorable.

There was a loud knock on the door, it was Georgie Denbrough, Bill’s thirteen year old younger brother. The noise woke up Bill.

Georgie came into the room, “Bill! Mom said your friends have to go soon. It's a school night, Asswipe.”

“J-Jesus Christ Georgie, I was trying to suh-sleep!” Bill said getting up and closing the door leaving Georgie in the hallway.

“Don't shoot the messenger, Mom wanted me to tell you. This is why I'm the favorite!” The young boy screamed, making his way back down stairs and signaling the end of the conversation.

“S-Sorry about Georgie guh-guys, he can be ob-nuh-n-noxious sometimes.” Bill made his way back to the losers.

“Your brother is my son, and I love him.” Richie said, chuckling at his own joke.

“You’re Bill’s dad?” Eddie smirked.

“Nah, Bill’s daddy is either Stan or Mike, but nobody really knows which one.” Richie replied, nudging Ben with his elbow.

Bill blushed, “I’m luh-leaving.”

“Ah yes, Georgie. My favorite Denbrough.” Mike said, looking at Bill, waiting for his reaction to the obvious joke.

Richie laughed at Mike, causing the whole club to laugh at the blushing Billiam.

Stan smiled at his boyfriend's red cheeks and cooed, “Baby, your brother is more loved than you.”

Bill tugged his sleeves down and tried to hide his face in the neck of his flannel to pout, “Well I g-guh-guess you shuh-should just go date Georgie instuh-stead.”

“I never said I loved him more than you. Because that would be a lie. Right, Mike?” Stan said, turning towards Mike.

“I'm not gonna be apart of this.” Mike said laughing.

Ben’s face scrunched up, “I just pictured Stan dating Georgie and I think I’m ready to leave this world.”

“Oh my fucking god no no no no,” Eddie covered his face like that would help.

“Well I would hate to break up this party but I gotta go. Mom will kill me if I’m late. See ya guys.” Richie laughed, standing up and grabbing his backpack. He waved and walked out the door, and the losers could hear him scream goodbye to his son, Georgie.

Eddie gathered his stuff and yelled down the hall, “Wait Rich, I’ll go with you!” He turned back to the others, “Bye guys, good luck with whatever this is,” before running outside to meet Richie.

“That's our cue to leave,” Mike said, offering a hand to Stan, “Need a ride?”

“You know I do, stop bragging about your new car. Ben, do you need a ride home?” Stan asked kindly to the still sitting boy.

“Yeah, that’d be great, if you guys don’t mind of course,” Ben said with a smile.

“No, not at all, buddy.” Mike told his friend. “Just give us a minute to say goodbye to Bill and we'll meet you out there.”

Ben gathered up his stuff, “Sounds good, Mike,” and ran out the door to give the boys some privacy.

Bill glared at his boyfriends, “You suh-sure you don’t wanna go say buh-bye to Georgie?”

“He's not really my type,” Stan deadpanned. “I'm into older boys. And boys that are actually taller than me.”

“And we love you romantically, he's technically our brother in law.” Mike grimaced, slightly laughing.

“Wait we’re getting m-married?” Bill looked up, blushing about ten times harder than before.

“When it's legal, I guess. Not really allowed for three people to get hitched” Stan shrugged, blushing also.

Bill smiled, “Okay so muh-maybe we don’t get married but I f-forgive my amazing b-boyfriends for loving my brother more than me?”

“We love him in a different way,” Mike laughed.

“Yeah, I k-know,” Bill agreed. He gave them each a quick kiss, “Okay you guys m-might really have to leave now t-though.”

They then said their goodbyes and Mike and Stan met Ben at the car.

“Sorry we took long,” Mike said, sliding into the driver's seat. Stan got into the back since his stop was first.

Stan tuned out the other boys conversation and thought about how the next day would go. He wanted it to be calm and relaxing, like any another day of school, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy. His stomach was in knots about it so he rubbed it, trying to get the feeling to go away.

Besides the lingering anxiety, he felt pretty good. The summer went amazingly, besides a few bumps in the road. He had two good boyfriends and lots of great best friends. Overall he felt peaceful. Sitting in the back of car, listening to him and Ben ramble about a book they were reading. Something about gods and monsters, and some huge quest with a time limit.

Stan tried to refocus and join the conversation, but it was no use. He was to caught up in his own head. Instead he just sat with his back against the door and watch Mike speak passionately with his hands about his favorite character and some symbolism about the characters green eyes. The sight alone relaxed the tumbling, rumbling anxiety and Stan felt better until he laid in bed for the night and spent hours thinking of how the next day could go wrong or perfect.

#motherfuckinglosersclub #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #richie tozier #stan uris #the losers club rp

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