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Doom At Your Service: Analysis & Theories for EPs 9-10

Anyone mentally exhausted from watching DAYS? Well, you’ve come to the right place where I do the thinking for you, so you don’t have to! As always, if you have any questions, feel free to click on the ask question button! Happy Readings !

The Contract Revisited

While reviewing the contract, I realized there was something major that I had completely missed! Anyways let’s go over the contract again to clear up some confusion.

The Contract is as follows:

1) Dong Kyung must ask for Myul Mang to destroy the world before she dies (It could be rephrased as Dong Kyung must ask for Myul Mang to destroy the world before her tentative expiration date)

2) During Dong Kyung’s last 100 days, Myul Mang will prevent her from feeling any pain

3) Myul Mang has to grant her one real wish

4) If Dong Kyung breaks the contract (does not wish for the world to be destroyed) then the person she loves the most will die

If Dong Kyung does not violate the contract as in she wishes for the world to be destroyed, the person she loves dies anyways because you know.... the world is non existent. If Dong Kyung does violate the contract, meaning she does not wish for the world to be destroyed, the person she loves dies too because her doom is transferred to them. Some have also wondered whether she can has to ask for the world to be destroyed in order to get her one real wish to be granted. In my opinion, I don't think so. I think she can still get her one real wish to be granted regardless of whether she wishes for doom upon the world or not. Other things to note is that nothing will happen to Myul Mang if he does not stick to the terms of the contract (i.e keeps Dong Kyung pain free and granting her one real wish) because as Dong Kyung said "If I violate" not "If either you or I violate".

Now something to pay close attention to is #4. In Ep 2, Myul Mang had said he would take Dong Kyung’s doom (brain cancer) and transfer it to someone she loves. This is the part I missed! I’d thought that all Myul Mang was doing was transferring the death that was meant for her, not that he was actually removing her source of death which was her brain cancer. Therefore, if Dong Kyung breaks the contract, she will live because her brain cancer is removed and is subsequently transferred into the person she loves, causing them to die instead. I feel incredibly stupid for missing this important piece of info. In light of this new info, I will therefore retract my previous theory that Dong Kyung’s one wish will be to cure her brain cancer.

For those who were confused by that scene of Dong Kyung going to the beach and staying away from everyone, here are my thoughts on that. Dong Kyung was trying to find a loophole. The loophole was that she was planning on violating the contract while protecting the people she loves. This means that Dong Kyung was planning on ending herself at the beach (you can't wish for doom upon the world if you're already dead) and accepting her doom (her doom can't be transferred to anyone else because she accepts it in herself).

Who’s Going to Get Dong Kyung’s Brain Cancer and Die?

I recently had a eureka moment a few days ago before Eps 9-10 aired that led me to formulating a new theory -- it's actually Dora who will inherit Dong Kyung’s brain cancer and die. Let’s think through some things first, “the person you love the most will die”. The most obvious choice is Myul Mang. However, if you think about that statement in a more abstract way, you can see that if Dong Kyung loves her life, then the person who will die is Dora. Remember that Dora is basically the personification of life.

To further add evidence that supports this theory, I present to you Exhibit A, Dora’s massive nosebleed. We know Dong Kyung has a rare type of brain cancer and it’s located in her frontal lobe. As days pass, the brain tumor is growing or metastasizing. In theory, the tumor could grow into nearby areas such as her nasal cavity and cause Dong Kyung to have nose bleeds (FYI: In real life, I’m a scientist with experience in the field of oncology and most of the time brain tumors don’t grow outside of the brain. It can happen, but it is very rare!). Now, think about the events that occurred before Dora's nose bleed. For example, Dong Kyung was out and about enjoying her time with Myul Mang and her family and friends. Essentially, Dong Kyung was beginning to love her life. This causes Dora to suffer because she is taking in Dong Kyung's illness into herself. Subsequently, this leads to Dora experiencing some of the symptoms of Dong Kyung's brain cancer (e.g nose bleed). Thus, as Dong Kyung is beginning to live, Dora is beginning to die.

Exhibit B: Adventures of Pinocchio. At the end of the story, the Fairy (Dora) heals an ailing Geppetto (Dong Kyung) as a reward for Pinocchio (Myul Mang) becoming a good boy. Following this, we don’t hear much about what happens to the Fairy except that she’s in laying in a hospital on the verge of death. It is implied that in order to heal Geppetto, the Fairy had to take his illness into herself. Afterall, nothing is without consequences, someone must pay so that others can be happy. Much like the story of Pinocchio, Dora is doing the same thing as the Fairy. Dora is taking in Dong Kyung’s illness so that Dong Kyung can freely love her son, Myul Mang, without consequences (e.g Myul Mang dying).

Exhibit C: Dong Kyung walking around like she didn’t have brain cancer while in seclusion. You would think that since she didn’t see Myul Mang to recharge, she would be experiencing some severe symptoms, but nope she was walking around as if she was cured! I wonder where her cancer went.......DORA!

Exhibit D: Dora telling Dong Kyung to be madly in love and live. Basically Dora saying, "Love my son and live, don't worry about your brain cancer or him dying because I'm taking care of it."

Why Dora Didn't Want Myul Mang To See Her

For those wondering why Dora didn’t want Myul Mang to see her, here are my two cents. One explanation is that Dora probably didn’t want him to figure out that she was inheriting Dong Kyung’s brain cancer. It would’ve made him feel guilty to see that his mother was willing to take on even more pain just so he could be happy. Another explanation is that Myul Mang still has a lot of growing up to do (to become human). Dora didn’t want him to get the idea that he’s out of the clear just yet. Meaning if Myul Mang had found out that Dora was doing this for him then he would’ve thought life was a breeze now and have no further motivations to want to grow, thus ruining Dora’s plan for him (to grow up to become a good human). There’s no better motivation to make someone grow than the thought of their love ones dying.

Final Theory on Dong Kyung’s Wish

In my previous post, I had discussed that without knowing the limits of what one could or could not wish for, it was difficult for me to accurately predict what Dong Kyung’s wish would be. However, in this week’s episode, I was finally given the limits: the wish must be a wish that is doom in nature. I thought to myself, what could be a good thing to end? Oh, that’s right, Myul Mang’s immorality. Dong Kyung must say “I wish for your immortal life to end” or something along those lines. The combination of Dong Kyung’s wish + Myul Mang’s willingness to sacrifice himself for her + Dora’s plant = the rebirth of Myul Mang into a real boy....oops I mean real hu-man.

The Ending of DAYS

So, what kind of ending will DAYS have? Prepare yourselves. I think it’s going to be a bittersweet ending because it goes with the one of the main themes DAYS which is dualism. I think Myul Mang will be reborn as a human, but still have his doom responsibilities (so more like a fake human). He will probably end up becoming like Dora in the sense that he gets to experience the cycle of life and death over an infinite amount of time. Dong Kyung won’t be reborn in his next life cycle (remember Myul Mang tells that crazy lady there’s no afterlife; humans only have this one life). I guess the notion that the love he and Dong Kyung share will always be with him and forever serve as a shining beacon even in his loneliest days is sweet, but still I want a happy ending!!!

Now excuse my language, but to hell with dualism and what is logical! I want a happy ending where Myul Mang becomes human, lives with Dong Kyung, and when he dies that’s it. No coming back to doing his doom job in a different life. Dora can create another herald of doom. Dora did it once before and she could do it again lol. Or if Myul Mang must come back in a different life, at least allow Dong Kyung to be reborn at the same time. I mean you can grow the same plant again…. EVER HEARD OF PROPROGATION DORA?!! Metaphorically speaking, if Dong Kyung is a sunflower, then wait until she dies, harvest her seeds and grow her again…. it’s that simple Dora!!!

Some Thoughts on the Writer of DAYS

The writer (Im Meari) of DAYS is at best, pretentious and at worst, derivative. She’s more or less just rehashing the works of other great philosophers (Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Deleuze, etc). She presents DAYS as a collection of major philosophical concepts with the intention to differentiate herself from that of other kdramas writers. She goes onto placing great stress on the idea that in order to innovate or bring about a new beginning, one must deviate from the norm, yet she herself does not diverge from the ideas of other philosophers. She does not present any philosophy of her own. In this aspect, she is a hypocrite to the very ideas she tries to preach. Oh well, to each their own. Who knows, maybe my opinion of Im Meari will change by the end of the series. Anyways, I’m still here for the romance between the actors and actresses and solving mysteries!

Ep 11 Preview Predictions

Here are my predictions for Ep 11 based off of the preview, they may or may not be correct !

Dong Kyung takes back the bracelet from Myul Mang after their conversation on the beach. Honestly, I’m growing tired of this whole giving/taking the bracelet type situation lol.

Dong Kyung enjoys a nice vacation with Myul Mang on Jeju island.

Dong Kyung returns from the vacation because she finds out that her aunt is sick (probably from worrying about Dong Kyung). Dong Kyung beats herself up about it.

Dong Kyung is sick again (probably from hating life...remember that I had theorized that the more Dong Kyung loves her life, the sicker Dora will be become) and Myul Mang in his desperation pleads with Dora to help him, but Dora’s version of helping him is to …. surprise surprise… teach him another lesson. The lesson is that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side and that Myul Mang and Dong Kyung complete each other for the better. Dora shows Myul Mang what their lives would've been like if they had never existed in each other’s lives.

Dong Kyung having never experience any kind of suffering would live a healthy life but become the most unappreciative and spoiled person ever. She may go on to finding that life was pretty meaningless and would want to put an end to it all. And Myul Mang having never met Dong Kyung wouldn't have any motivation or desire to grow as a person and so he would remain stagnant. And who knows… maybe at some point, that Myul would’ve became so angry with humans that he would personally go around killing every last one of them.

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i hope requests are still open, if not, you can just ignore this since u may be busy. i LOVE your s'mores headcanons with the karasuno boys, it's ! so ! cute ! may i request protective! captain as dads ( you could pick anyone you're comfortable with writing! ) and their only daughter started liking a boy ( bonus if it's the son of their old/current teamates if they played professional. ) thank you again if u ever decided to do this 💙

i’m slowly going to be going through requests again but THIS IS SO CUTE IM DYING PLS

this request is so old i know , i’m sorry for the wait anonnie pls forgive me fjjsnfmd

a loving father.

— kuroo, daichi, ushijima, oikawa, and bokuto’s only daughter ( separately ) falls for a boy.

gen masterlist.

taglist ( open ) ༉‧ @yams046 @janellion @avylee

— a/n : new layout! figured i’d try it, i always thought my previous layout was too tedious and spaced out, this new one is something more simple. enjoy!

— also, this is fem!reader!

tetsurou kuroo.

✧｡ the first time he hears of his babygirl catching the feels™ for someone, immediately he goes into protective dad mode

✧｡ in the past he had always joked about him being the only man his daughter needed in her life, and daddy’s little girl would always comply because kuroo def is one of the best dads around, don’t @ me

✧｡ but boy oh boy he’s ready to wage war once he hears about this boy, and he doesn’t even know who the guy is

✧｡ he wasn’t supposed to hear about his daughter’s crush, you and your daughter were having some girl talk, and you actually had to pry it out of her system or else she would’ve just kept it secret

✧｡ he was 100% eavesdropping on the two of you, he always feels so left out when it’s girl talk time— he’s tried convincing the both of you to let him in on the girl time, but all of his attempts have failed

✧｡ both you and your daughter hear a “WHAT?!?” from outside your bedroom door, and the two of you run out to see kuroo literally pressed against the door with a scowl on his face

✧｡ oh boy, your daughter’s really gonna get it now

✧｡ “tetsurou! you know better than to eavesdrop on us like that! you know that girl time is for us only! no boys allowed!” ofc, if y’all want a son...

✧｡ JDJDJFJFJ HE’S IN HYSTERICS

✧｡ we love a good drama queen, he’s sprawled on the floor, pretending to sob in his hands as your daughter is trying ( and failing ) to hide her embarrassment that her dad happened to listen in on what she wanted to keep secret

✧｡ “noooo our babygirl is growing up too quickly! what happened to me being the only man in her life, huh? she’s leaving the nest too quickly, stay with meeeee! be my little princess forever!”

✧｡ proceeds to become the embodiment of 🥺

✧｡ “dad, it’s just a crush...”

✧｡ “i had a crush on your mother back in the day, look at how we are now!”

✧｡ “tetsurou...”

✧｡ kuroo looks to you and takes you by your shoulders, his lip quivering as he points to your guys’ child “how are you so calm about this? this is our daughter we’re talking about here! take me a little more seriously, y/n!”

✧｡ you’re cracking up at the sight of kuroo, wiping tears from your eyes as you cross your arms, an evil glint shining in those eyes of yours

✧｡ “you’ll never guess who she does have a crush on, sweetheart.”

✧｡ “what?”

✧｡ your daughter is trying oh so hard to give you a signal of no no no no no no no no no mom please spare me but you’re just ignoring it, “go on, sweetie. tell your father who this special boy of yours is.”

✧｡ “... lev’s son...”

✧｡ RIP tetsurou kuroo, gone too soon.

daichi sawamura.

✧｡ now, daichi takes the news far better than how kuroo does, but you can tell he’s just a wee bit protective

✧｡ you can see it in the way he scrunches his nose every time your daughter brings up this boy— it’s subtle, but definitely noticeable

✧｡ he finds about his daughter’s crush while he picks her up from school, he spots her chatting up a storm with a classmate of hers

✧｡ “is that a friend of yours, sweetheart?” she’s in high spirits as daichi takes her home, which he’s happy with. he wants nothing more than to see his little bundle of joy happy as can be

✧｡ “silly daddy! that’s my boyfriend! he asked me out today while we were both at the swings, and i said yes!”

✧｡ JDJSJJF HE ALMOST SWERVED THE CAR BUT CAUGHT HIMSELF JUST IN TIME, KEEP DRIVING MR. SAWAMURA YOURE ALMOST HOME

✧｡ “b-boyfriend, you say?”

✧｡ “mhm! i’ve had a crush on him for a while, and he likes me back! so when he asked me to be his girlfriend, i said yes and we hugged!”

✧｡ by the looks of his face when he and your child came home, you knew exactly what had happened between your husband and your daughter on the way back— you were suppressing your laughter as much as possible, but a snicker escaped your lips as you greeted your daughter and let her inside

✧｡ “you knew about this, didn’t you, y/n?” daichi mumbled as he greeted you with a kiss on the forehead, clearly bothered by the news

✧｡ “she’d always fill me in on her adventures with her crush, telling me how she knows deep within her heart that they belong together.” you had turned to your daughter, who finished putting her bag down and you picked her up in her arms, “did he ask you out today, sweetie? were your predictions correct?”

✧｡ “yes! we’re dating now!” just hearing those words made daichi’s heart clench, but he had to just smile through the pain

✧｡ “that’s... lovely, sweetheart...” had he bothered to say anything more, he was going to pass out

✧｡ “wait, daddy doesn’t know who your boyfriend is, huh?” you smirked, causing daichi’s face to pale, “why don’t you tell him who your special someone is, dear?”

✧｡ your daughter grinned, “you know his dad, daddy! mr. nishinoya!”

✧｡ daichi proceeded to stare a wall blankly for the next half hour, repeating the words “oh my god, noya has a son” like a mantra.

✧｡ “mommy, what’s wrong with daddy?”

✧｡ “just give him some time, he’ll process it soon.”

wakatoshi ushijima.

✧｡ the first time he heard of his daughter having a crush on someone, it went completely over his head and thought nothing of it

✧｡ “daddy! i have a crush on that boy over there!”

✧｡ “oh. that’s nice, dear.”

✧｡ you were initially surprised when you heard his reaction, you weren’t expecting ushi to be so nonchalant— he was very overprotective of your only child, even if he didn’t show it

✧｡ turns out, he doesn’t know what a crush IS

✧｡ he thought it was just some childhood slang for classmate, and proceeded to carry on with his day— his daughter didn’t explain to him what having a crush meant, either

✧｡ oh sweet mother of jesus, you’ve married a complete dunce

✧｡ “toshi... you’re okay with her having a crush on a boy, right? you don’t mind?” you had to know for yourself, you asked ushijima about it when he came home from adlers practice; you let him wash up and both of you had put your child down for the night, you were busy making a late night meal for him since you know he can get hungry after working so hard

✧｡ “why wouldn’t i be okay with it? doesn’t she have many crushes?”

✧｡ you pressed your fingers against your temples and sighed loudly, shaking your head in disbelief. “do you even know what crushes are?”

✧｡ “classmates...?” seeing the shock on your face, he raised an eyebrow slightly, confused with your exasperation. “is it not youth slang for classmates?”

✧｡ “toshi— no. just, no.” you sat down in a chair next to him, and proceeded to explain that crushes are not slang for classmates, and to explain what your daughter was going through

✧｡ uh, i think you broke him

✧｡ after a whole five minutes of silence, all you got in return was “... oh. that’s what crushes are.”

✧｡ his face was completely blank, you weren’t sure if it was him realizing that he did not like that, or if he still was completely confused to his daughter having feelings for a boy

��｡ “... well, i don’t see the harm in it.” you turned in surprise— his face was still stoic and unreadable, but he had shrugged slightly as it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “a harmless crush on a boy isn’t too bad. and besides,” you could see a ghost of a smirk appear on his lips, “i had a crush on you, and we turned out like this.”

✧｡ sir that is illegal wtf go back to being a dunce

✧｡ you scoffed and hid your blush in your hands, rolling your eyes a bit, “do you even know who the boy is, toshi?”

✧｡ “am i supposed to know?”

✧｡ “ask your friend hoshiumi tomorrow at pracrice, i think he’ll be able to fill you in on it.”

✧｡ wakatoshi had many, many questions for his daughter the next evening when he came back from practice, oh boy.

tooru oikawa.

✧｡ honestly, i think tooru would take the news the best out of everyone here JFJSJJD probably because he’s so experienced in having people fawn and gawk over him, oops

✧｡ but obviously he’s still gonna be a little diva about it; after all, it’s HIS perfect princess we’re talking about here

✧｡ he came back home at the sight of your daughter daydreaming to you about her day at school, anyone with common sense could see how whipped and smitten over whoever this person was

✧｡ “we held hands during recess today! i almost didn’t want to wash my hands when we went inside today— hi daddy!”

✧｡ oikawa scooped her up in her arms and chuckled, ruffling her hair slightly, “hey there sweetheart, who did you hold hands with today?”

✧｡ the little girl blushed, lowering her voice shyly as she twiddled her thumbs, “it’s this boy in my class who i really like...”

✧｡ you couldn’t help but laugh at tooru’s initial reaction; his eyebrows flew upwards as his jaw parted slightly, processing the fact that his babygirl had developed a crush™ on a classmate

✧｡ tooru wasn’t too bothered by it, he was just in shock— immediately after he simply kissed her hair and smiled brightly at your daughter, “that’s real sweet, princess. anyone would be lucky to have someone as adorable as you liking them.”

✧｡ “you’re just saying that because i’m your daughter, daddy.”

✧｡ “no! i am just saying the truth!”

✧｡ he huffed, “besides, you better not get married so soon! you’re still MY baby, he can’t take you from me just yet! i’m still number one in your heart, right?”

✧｡ “tooru...”

✧｡ “y/n, how can you be so content with her having a crush already? she’ll be gone from us so soon from the power of love! not yet not yet, i’m not ready to say goodbye!”

✧｡ embodiment of 🥺, part two

✧｡ “of course you’re still number one daddy, i just like him a little bit, that’s all!” your daughter pouted a bit, causing the brunet to chuckle and kiss her forehead next

✧｡ “i’m joking, princess. having a crush is so adorable, i remember when your mom still had a crush on me.”

✧｡ “you had a crush on me first, tooru.”

✧｡ “BESIDES THE POINT, who’s the lucky guy?”

✧｡ you laughed at his question, your lips quivering as your suppressed your laugh but not fully, a hand covering your mouth but the laughter evidently there, tooru looked at you weirdly

✧｡ “what’s so funny?”

✧｡ you turned to your daughter, “tell him, sweetie.”

✧｡ a bright grin, followed by, “kyoutani!”

✧｡ holy mother of goodness oikawa almost dropped her from the name, a loud gasp filling the room as his face turned completely white

✧｡ “y/n, please tell me i heard her wrong. PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN’T JUST HEAR THAT.”

✧｡ “our daughter crushing on mad dog’s son? no, you heard that perfectly clear, darling.”

koutarou bokuto.

✧｡ bokuto will take it personally and will see to it that he will win this one-sided war for your daughter’s affection

✧｡ same way kuroo found out, he was def eavesdropping on you and your daughter’s girl time; there was no escaping him the moment he opened the door

✧｡ “b-but what do you mean you like a boy at your school?” emo mode is a go

✧｡ “i just like him, daddy! it’s not like i’m gonna marry him!” she paused, “... yet.”

✧｡ “Y/NNNNNNN OUR BABY IS GROWING UP SO QUICKLY DO SOMETHING!”

✧｡ “kou, it’s just a crush...”

✧｡ “do you not remember how it was when i had a crush on you?”

✧｡ you sighed, running a hand through his hair to calm him down— which worked, a little bit— “you, koutarou, are a special breed.” you kissed his forehead, sighing at how his hair depleted

✧｡ “you are still my princess! my babygirl! i should talk to this fellow, because i will not be second best to my daughter’s heart.” he huffed, puffing out his chest with pride

✧｡ she, on the other hand, is completely embarrassed by this, “daddy, no...”

✧｡ “what? why not?”

✧｡ “actually, you should let him do just that, sweetheart.” you crossed your arms and smiled, much to your daughter’s dismay. “i think akaashi will find entertainment in seeing this for himself.”

✧｡ “akaashi? what does he have to do with this?”

✧｡ too late, you’re already calling the other fukurodani alumni, chuckling as both bokuto and your daughter are giving you the same exact confused look— like father, like daughter

✧｡ “akaashi will be here in about 10 minutes. i told him to bring his child, here, too.”

✧｡ “baby, what are you talking about—”

✧｡ meanwhile, your daughter was in a frenzy, running around the house as she screamed about getting ready and looking nice for the guests— bokuto was still plopped one the floor, looking up at you like a lost puppy

✧｡ akaashi walks through the door with a grin on his lips, holding his son’s hand as you greeted both of them at the door, “akaashi! wonderful to have you here! your son is looking so handsome.”

✧｡ “akaashi? why are you here?” kou blinks in confusion, scratching the side of his head before he notices how his own daughter is reacting— she looks like she’s about to explode, hiding behind his leg with a whole face of blush

✧｡ “y/n said you wanted to talk to my son about something, so i figured why not? i’ve got a day off.” akaashi chuckled and waved to your daughter, who shyly waved back but hid again before the other guest in the house could get a good look at her

✧｡ “WAIT. YOUR SON IS—”

✧｡ you left the room, you were laughing so loudly— akaashi found this quite humorous as well; bokuto looked down at his daughter, clinging onto his leg and smiling softly to herself. she had gotten the courage to wave at akaashi’s son, who smiled brightly at her and blushed as well

✧｡ “... oh my god.” he felt like an idiot, yes— but akaashi’s kid being the lucky guy? “ARRANGE THE MARRIAGE!”

✧｡ “koutarou, NO.”

✧｡ “bokuto-san, no.”

✧｡ “DADDY, NOOOOOO!”

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beelsnack · 4 years

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Lucifer: “I feel like I don’t belong here.”

When Lucifer had mentioned that an orchestra was going to be performing, they had been so excited to go that they nearly vibrated out of existence. But now that they were here, that excitement had morphed into a heavy lump of anxiety hanging out somewhere between their heart and stomach.

Lucifer glanced down at the human with a raised eyebrow. “And what in the Three Realms would make you think that?”

For a moment, they were quiet, looking around at the crowd of demons dressed to the nines. Elegant silk evening gowns and smart tuxedos abound. Their black slacks and dress shirt made them feel so under-dressed that they might as well have shown up naked.

Lucifer, sharp as ever, pulled them closer and leaned down the speak in their ear. “You needn’t feel intimidated, my dear.”

“I don’t feel intimidated, I feel stupid.”

“That isn’t any better.”

They sighed, casting another look around the hall. Golden mantle pieces, an elegantly-winding staircase, chandeliers absolutely dripping with crystals...everything made them feel incredibly insignificant.

“Should I have gotten more dressed up?”

Lucifer chuckled. “So that’s what has you worried?”

He lead them away from the entrance into the hall proper. “All of these demons are dressed the way they are because they must work at being beautiful. You, my dear,” he stopped in front of them, reaching down to carefully hold the peacock pendent hanging from their neck - the only piece of jewelry they wore. “Are the only one who is naturally radiant enough to wear my symbol. These peasants could turn themselves into pure gold and they would only shine half as bright as you do.”

They could feel their face grow hot enough to catch fire. They opened and closed their mouth like a fish, intent on refuting Lucifer’s compliment, but he gave them no option. With a deep laugh that they felt travel up their spine, he offered his arm to them in a move straight out of a Victorian romance novel.

“Now then, shall we go? You’ll love this orchestra, I promise.”

Mammon: “I can’t believe there’s street fairs in the Devildom!”

It was surprisingly similar to something you would see up in the Human Realm. Strings of fairy lights lit up the cobblestone street that was lined with all kinds of stalls. Food stalls selling a variety of things that probably shouldn’t be deep fried but are anyway, games of chance, craftsman selling their wares - “Don’t buy anything from that one, all of their crap is cursed and they charge a fee for removal.”

“Come on,” Mammon clicked his tongue as the two of them wandered throughout the fair. “Did’ja think the Devildom was all doomed souls and torture chambers?”

“...Yes?”

The demon paused before shrugging. “Ya know, that’s fair. But we have an image to keep, don’t we? Can’t have the little humans knowin’ about our bitchin’ carnivals.”

“I’ll take the secret to my grave.”

Somewhere a little down the street, they could hear the spinning of a roulette wheel, and Mammon immediately perked up.

“Aw yeah, now we’re talking! Come on, human, you get to see the Great Mammon in all of his glory!”

A thin spike of fear ran through their body as Mammon grabbed their wrist and tugged them through the crowd. “Didn’t Lucifer ban you from gambling? Like, forever?”

“Whatever, what he don’t know won’t hurt ‘im,” they finally reached the roulette booth. “As long as I don’t lose and you don’t squeal, we don’t have anything to worry about!”

“Mammon, there’s a big, gaping hole in your logic there - “

“Have a little faith, human!” Mammon grinned and he slapped some Grimm down on the counter. The glint in his eyes was damn near predatory, and it sent a different kind of shiver down their spine.

The demon behind the counter chuckled gleefully as they spun the wheel. The crowd surrounding them hooted and hollered and shoved each other to be able to watch the wheel, but Mammon looked surprisingly calm. He stood with his arms crossed, eyes trained on the pointer at the top of the wheel.

If they hadn’t been standing right next to him, they wouldn’t have noticed him rhythmically tapping against the sleeve of his jacket.

It was almost imperceptible, but the clicking of the wheel appeared to be following the beat that Mammon was tapping, slowing as the pauses between beats got longer. Eventually, both Mammon and the wheel stopped...

Right on the number he had bet on.

The crowd groaned as Mammon collected his winnings, some hissing at him as they dispersed. The Avatar of Greed looked truly in his element as he flipped a Grimm in the air. “Told ya.”

“You were...using magic?” the human looked back and forth between the wheel and Mammon. “You manipulated the wheel.”

“Aw, man, I was hoping you wouldn’t catch that.” he sighed, pocketing his earnings. “Can’t ya just pretend I have incredible luck?”

“I will if you buy me food.”

“Deal.”

Leviathan: Going to the arcade on a Wednesday at noon was definitely one of Levi’s best ideas.

“Why does your aim suck so bad?”

“Oh, you are SO lucky this game doesn’t have friendly fire, Levi.”

“You couldn’t hit me even if it did.”

They were standing close enough that it wasn’t difficult for them to learn over and bump him with their shoulder. His grip on the orange plastic gun slipped and the virtual bullet went flying off into cyberspace. By the time he managed to correct himself, the zombie he had been aiming for was in the process of devouring the character on screen.

“Hey, what gives?!”

“Oops, sorry. My aim really sucks, you know.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

Despite their dirty tactics, Levi still wiped the floor with them, cackling gleefully as their scores tallied up on the screen. "Beat that, normie!"

They pouted and blew a raspberry at him. "Jerk. I want a rematch!"

"You're on!"

Satan: If they hadn’t been in the Devildom for so long, they probably would have been scared out of their mind.

That being said, they had been in the Devildom for a while, and seeing an intricately detailed panorama of a demon cat devouring a person alive was only a little unsettling at this point.

“Wow, that must have taken a while,” they got up closer to the exhibit. “It’s like I can hear the screams of agony.”

“Apparently the artist spent a century just on the expression,” Satan came up behind them, slipping his hand into theirs. “It shows, doesn’t it?”

The Devildom Art Museum was having a special exhibition on Demonic cats, and of course Satan had managed to snag tickets for the two of them. They didn’t particularly want to know how he had managed that.

“So, where to next?” they asked.

“The next room has a collection of cursed cat collars.” Satan nodded his head towards the door. “Apparently there’s one that causes whoever puts the collar on their cat to choke to death.”

“Okay, but if there are any there that harm the cats we’re firebombing the place.”

Asmodeus: “See, I told you this place was cute!”

He hadn’t been lying. The little cafe was tucked into a little side street, and the outside seating provided one of the best views of the lake that they had seen aside from being inside the castle grounds. The moons were just beginning to appear as they sky transitioned from the dark lavender color that served as the Devildom’s “day time” into full darkness, and the reflection from the lake made everything sparkle like diamonds.

“How did you even find this place, Asmo?” they asked as they were seated by the host. “This is pretty hidden.”

“Didn’t you know, darling?” Asmo laughed, reaching across the table to weave their hands together. “Some of the most beautiful things can be found in the strangest of places.”

“That’s pretty, but it doesn’t answer my question.”

“I slept with the owner’s son.”

They couldn’t hold back the definitely-not-cute snort. “Yeah, that tracks.”

“I never pass up an opportunity to fuck someone who can cook.” he said sagely. “I want to be fed before I have to do my walk of shame.”

“Don’t you have to have shame for that?”

“Hush,” Asmo giggled. “Here, they have a human-safe section.”

Beelzebub: “I don’t know, Beel, this place, seems awful expensive.”

The conversion rate between human currency and Grimm sometimes threw them off a little bit, but anytime you say three zeroes it was never a good sign.

“Does it?” Beel glanced up from the menu to look at them quizzically before peeking down at the prices again. “Ah, I guess it would. You don’t have to worry, I’ll pay for it.”

“That’s not - “

The server arrived, cutting off their protest. From the sheen of sweat on their brow, the human took it that the staff knew Beelzebub and his famous appetite. Even just the appetizer was enough to feed a whole family. When the waiter finally turned to them, he had to flip over to a new page in his pad. He looked rather relieved when they simply ordered water and fried bat wings (which they had discovered early on tasted a lot like chicken wings and it was therefore their go to.)

When the server dashed off to place their massive order, Beel turned back to the human. “What were you saying?”

“I don’t...” they sighed. “I won’t be able to pay you back.”

“Why would you have to?”

They blinked, tilting their head. “Huh?”

“I don’t mind paying. Plus, I get a discount here.”

The human glanced around the fancy dining area. “This doesn’t look like the place to give out discounts.”

“A lot of places give me and my brothers discounts. Well, Mammon lost a few of his, I think.” Beel shrugged. “I think it’s because we’re considered nobility? I usually leave the discount as a tip though.”

That explained the grin the host had on their face when they sat them.

They smiled up at him. “You’re so sweet, Beel.”

Belphegor: Nights in the Devildom were surprisingly peaceful.

Once you got past the ideas of torture chambers and crypts, the nights were just like ones up in the Human Realm. Quiet, lazy, and on clear nights, you could see the stars.

“Do you know what that one is?”

The human followed where Belphegor was pointing. “Hm...Orion?”

“Ding.” Belphie laughed. “I knew you would be good at this.”

In typical Belphie fashion, he had texted them out of the blue and told them to meet him in the courtyard at midnight. They thought about just ignoring him and going to sleep, but now they were curious. Which was probably the demon’s plan.

When they arrived, Belphie was laying down on a blanket he had spread out on the grass.

“Took you long enough,” he yawned. “I almost fell asleep waiting for you.”

“It’s only 12:02!”

“Bold of you to assume I can’t fall asleep in two minutes. Are you going to sit down or what?”

And that was how the two of them ended up cuddled next to each other and stargazing.

Belphie knew a surprising amount about constellations.He was able to point out which star was named what, and knew most of the myths that the constellations were named after. Unsurprisingly, listening to him talk was very soothing, and they could feel their eyelids drooping.

“If you want to sleep, you can.” he finally murmured, sounding close to drifting off himself. “We can keep each other warm.”

“...I don’t think Lucifer would appreciate finding us passed out on the lawn.”

“All the more reason to do it.”

#i just needed some fluff okay #this is self indulgent #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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oikawaplssteponme · 4 years

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The Apartment: part 5

▪️for parts 1-4, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, angst (?)

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: hi friends✨i hope you all are doing well:)) just a friendly reminder to eat something today and stay hydrated 💕 as always, my inbox is open for anything and everything so feel free to reach out:) and the taglist for this fic is still open if you’d like to join✨ okay, enjoy xx

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Five: best friends

“Okay do you have all your bags?” You asked. Bokuto nodded, holding a backpack and small suitcase.

“Yes Y/N.”

“And your phone? And your pillow, because I know you hate hotel ones. And-“

“Y/N calm down you’re going into ’mom mode’,” said Kuroo. You rolled your eyes.

“I just wanna make sure he has a good trip.”

“Akaashi will take care of him, don't worry,” smiled Kuroo.

“Do you not want me to have a good trip?” pouted Oikawa. You put your arm around him and smiled.

“Oikawa, I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t come back.” You joked.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, pushing you away. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“I love you both okay, now get out of here, Iwa and Akaashi are probably already outside,” you smiled. The four of you gathered for a group hug. Oikawa was off to his mini getaway with Iwa and Bokuto was joining Akaashi for his writers conference. The apartment would be just you and Kuroo.

“Hey, Y/N,” called Bokuto. He pulled you aside and whispered something in your ear.

“Remember what I told you.”

You sighed, remembering well what Bokuto had told you those days ago. You nodded.

“Farewell my lovely apartment! You two better not burn the place down while I’m gone,” said Oikawa.

“No promises,” smiled Kuroo. He pushed Oikawa out the door as Bokuto followed.

“Bye you two, we love you!” You cheered. Kuroo shut the door behind Oikawa and Bokuto, leaving you alone with him.

“You act like they’re never coming back,” laughed Kuroo.

“Not my fault I’ll miss them. I don’t remember the last time I went more than a week without them,” you explained. Kuroo nodded.

“Wanna grab some food after class?” Asked Kuroo. Your face felt warm.

“Uh yeah that sounds good.” You and Kuroo both had a lecture together today for your marketing course.

“Just give me 10 minutes and we can head to class,” you said. Kuroo nodded. You went inside your room and saw that Oikawa had left something on your bed. You picked it up and it read: “I suggest you use this before it expires”. You turned the card over, and saw that it was a coupon for 10% off a purchase at Party City. You groaned and threw the card away.

“Dickhead,” you mumbled.

“Who, me?” said Kuroo. You jumped.

“Kuroo oh my god you have to stop sneaking up on me like that,” you ordered. Kuroo laughed and sat down on your bed.

“Hurry up I don’t wanna be late.” You sighed and grabbed your jacket and shoes from your closet and slipped them on.

“Fine then let’s go.”

You and Kuroo walked a couple blocks to campus. Your lecture hall wasn’t too far away.

“A 3 hour lecture never gets easier,” you sighed. Kuroo patted your shoulder.

“Come on Y/N, don’t you just love getting all that knowledge thrown at you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Marketing is boring, even a nerd like you could agree,” you joked.

“Okay fair,” smiled Kuroo. The two of you reached the lecture hall and took a seat next to each other.

“Hi Kuroo! Mind if I sit here?” a voice said. You turned to see a girl standing next to Kuroo.

“Oh Calie, hi, yeah sure,” said Kuroo. The girl joyfully sat down next to Kuroo, causing you to clench your fists.

“Uh Calie, this is my friend Y/N, Y/N this is Calie, we have organic chemistry together,” explained Kuroo. The girl flashed you a dazzling smile. Great, she's pretty and smart. You shook her hand firmly.

“Wait aren’t you guys roommates too? That must be so fun living with someone like Kuroo,” giggled Calie. You gave her a sarcastic smile. I already hate this bitch.

“Yeah we’ve been friends forever so I definitely get my fair share of Kuroo.”

“Well you’re probably so sick of him, mind if I borrow him after the lecture?” She asked. Calie wrapped her hand around Kuroo’s bicep. You had to stop yourself from beating the shit out of her.

“Well actually-“ you began.

“Sure that sounds fun. You don’t mind right, Y/N?” said Kuroo. Is he being serious right now?

“So I’m supposed to grab dinner by myself?” You whispered, without thinking. Kuroo’s eyes widened. Calie gasped.

“You can come with us! I’d hate to leave you all alone,” She smiled.

“Yeah come with us,” said Kuroo.

“No no it’s fine, you two have fun. I’d rather be alone anyway,” you muttered. Before Kuroo could reply, your professor had walked in and began his lecture.

Your lecture felt longer than normal. Probably because all you could focus on was Calie’s giggles as she whispered with Kuroo throughout the whole 3 hours. Kuroo was always good with the ladies. His confident nature caused girls to be drawn towards him. Yes, you liked him too but you liked all of him, not just the surface level of Kuroo.

You tried to contain your annoyance with Calie and Kuroo. It was obvious she was flirting with him.

“See you next week,” said your professor as he wrapped up his lecture. You got up from your seat and began packing up your things. You didn’t look at Kuroo and headed right out the door.

You began walking back to your apartment when you heard Kuroo call after you.

“Wait Y/N-chan!” You turned around to face him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang with me and Calie? She’s really nice once you get to know her,” he said. You almost rolled your eyes.

“No it’s fine. I promised I’d FaceTime Oikawa now anyway,” you lied. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Well if you say so. I’ll grab dinner with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah sure. Make sure you have your key to the apartment or else I’m locking you out,” you said. Kuroo laughed and nodded.

“Bye Y/N!” cheered Calie. You gave her a wave and watched as Kuroo ran back towards her.

You walked back to your apartment, upset. Kuroo had every right to hang out with other girls but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It was just another reminder that Kuroo might not share the same feelings as you.

The apartment felt weird being so empty. All dark and quiet. You threw your keys on the counter and plopped onto the couch. You checked your phone and saw a plethora of texts from Oikawa.

i've been in the car FOREVER -sent 5:35pm

my legs are cramping -sent 5:40pm

do you think if i asked Iwa to stop for a bathroom break he would be mad? -sent 5:41pm

bc we just stopped 30 minutes ago and i said i didn’t need to go -sent 5:43pm

but now i do -sent 5:47pm

update: he stopped for me🤩 -sent 6:01pm

y/n answer me -sent 6:37pm

im bored -sent 6:38pm

you better be buying that maid costume -sent 6:40pm

that coupon expires soon -sent 6:41pm

btw bokuto forgot his pillow but he told me not to tell you -sent 6:52pm

oops -sent 6:52pm

wyd -sent 7:03pm

You laughed at your phone. Good to see you weren’t the only one missing your friends.

well im currently sitting alone in the apartment as kuroo ditched me for some girl -sent 7:15pm

HE DID WHAT -sent 7:18pm

maybe im being dramatic but he’s kinda on a date with some girl from his organic chemistry class -sent 7:19pm

i bet she’s ugly -sent 7:19pm

no she’s gorgeous -sent 7:20pm

fuck

well

im gonna beat his ass

how dare he -sent 7:20pm

it’s fine

maybe it’s better im alone rn anyway

gives me time to get over him -sent 7:21pm

come on hun

don’t say that

don’t give up -sent 7:25pm

idk toru

i feel like it’s never gonna happen

especially when he could have someone like her -sent 7:27pm

bokuto said it best: kuroo would be stupid not to like you -sent 7:28pm

i guess he’s stupid then -sent 7:30pm

:(((

okay Iwa and I got to our hotel but I’ll talk to you later okay love? -sent 7:33pm

okay

bye shittykawa -sent 7:34pm

why do you hurt me? -sent 7:35

You set your phone down and checked in the kitchen for anything worth eating. You weren’t in the mood to go out anymore.

Rice. We have rice. Well, rice it is.

You took out the rice cooker and began to prepare your sad dinner.

Why didn’t I just go with them?

As the rice cooked, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. You put on ‘Gilmore Girls’, wishing your friends were there to watch it with you.

It was late. Close to 11pm. Kuroo still wasn’t home. You laid on the couch, basking in your loneliness. A little dramatic yes but you hated being without your friends. It was a weird concept that they had friends beside you.

You heard keys jingle outside the door and you felt a wave of comfort come over you, knowing it had to be Kuroo. You got up from the couch and peaked at the door.

“I was starting to wonder what happened to you…” your voice trailed off when you saw that Kuroo wasn’t alone.

“Hey Y/N! Oh my gosh your apartment is so cute!” said Calie. Your jaw dropped and you looked over at Kuroo.

Your expression had to be screaming: “are you fucking kidding me right now!?”

“Oh uh thanks,” you muttered.

“Is it cool if Calie stays for a bit? Her roommates are having people over and she doesn’t know them too well,” explained Kuroo. Hmm I wonder what that’s like.

“You don’t have to ask me, it’s your apartment too,” you said plainly. Kuroo raised a brow.

“Just checking…”

Calie walked around your small apartment, admiring all the decorations that you had up.

“Aw isn’t this the cutest photo!” She said. She picked up a picture of you and Kuroo. It was when you had gotten dressed up together to take graduation pictures. Your smile was the brightest it’s ever been. Holding your diploma as Kuroo wrapped his arm around you. In the background of the photo you could see a faint image of Oikawa and Bokuto.

“Yeah I love that picture,” Kuroo smiled. Kuroo took the photo from Calie’s hand and looked at it.

“Best friends, right?” He looked at you. Your heart sank.

“Yup, best friends,” you whispered with a dull smile. Kuroo smiled and showed Calie to his room. You tried not to react. You walked over to your room, locked the door, and curled up onto your bed.

Is best friends all we are ever gonna be?

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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A Romantic Holiday

Summary: Clementine and the others get ready to celebrate Valentine's Day with their significant others.

Word Count: 1000+

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“All I’m saying is that a movie and cuddling is a totally valid way to spend Valentine’s Day,” Brody looked back at her friends who all nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it totally is,” Clementine walked up beside her auburn friend and gave a smile.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Louis jogged forward, immediately intertwining his fingers with Clementine’s. With a gentle sway their joined hands began to move back and forth. Louis’ bright smile faltered when he saw the look on Brody’s face. “Unless you don’t want that to be your Valentine’s Day evening.”

Brody’s eyes grew large for a second before she looked down at her shoes. “It’s stupid. It’s not like Mitch or I have the money to blow on a fancy Valentine’s Day,” Brody gave a sigh. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want something more romantic.”

“Then tell him,” Violet’s eyes met Brody’s when she glanced up. “Mitch is a dumbass but he also really likes you so he’d want to make you happy,”

“Violet is right,” Prisha smiled over at Brody. “If you communicate with Mitch then perhaps you can find a romantic date idea that isn’t pricey,”

“Yeah, you guys are right,” Brody gave a shaky sigh then proceeded to take a few deep breaths. “So what are your guys’ plans for Valentine’s Day?”

“A carriage ride through a park. With the snow and each other it will be magical!” Louis pressed a kiss to Clementine’s cheek then spun her around once as a surprise before the two rejoined the group who stopped to wait for them.

“Violet and I are recreating our first ever date and going stargazing with tons of blankets of course,” Prisha wrapped her arms around Violet then looked down at her with a loving smile.

“That all sounds amazing. I just wish I had an idea of what I wan-”

“Well if it isn’t Prisha!” a voice boomed from a short distance in front of them. Brody looked as well as the others, curious who had cut the conversation short. A fairly tall man with a thick, gray, full beard walked forward with a happy smile. Based on his uniform and hat it was clear that he was the sheriff. His jaw was set in such a way that it gave him an aura of sternness but based on the crinkle of joy in his eyes it was clear that he was a good man. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Sheriff Kenny! What a pleasure to see you. What are you doing on campus?” Prisha smiled over at Kenny before a realization struck here. Violet was still within her arms, a sight she wasn’t sure how Kenny would take considering that the only ones who knew of her orientation were the group of friends she had now. Kenny studied Prisha and Violet for a moment. Violet’s grip on Prisha’s arms remained as constant as always as she shot over a pointed look at the sheriff who remained quiet for a few seconds. Violet continued to look at the sheriff with a protectiveness in her eyes until he spoke up.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Good for you,” Kenny tipped up his hat and gave a casual smile.

“Thank you,” Prisha held Violet closer. Violet noticed that Prisha’s tension had lessened quite a bit before it flared up again. “My relationship with Violet, my father...” Prisha’s voice trailed for a second.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go shooting off my mouth about anything. I’m just glad to see you happy. Damn, you sure have grown. I remember the days you would run around the station and pretend to find clues with a copy of some Sherlock Holmes book tucked under your arm,” Kenny’s recounting made Prisha grow embarrassed as she listened to the sheriff share story after story. Louis, Clementine and Brody seemed to be enjoying hearing all these stories that Prisha was sure would be brought up again and she noticed that Violet was also having fun hearing stories about Prisha from before they met.

“Anyways, I’m talking your ears off and I haven’t even asked for any of your damn names.” Kenny sighed apologetically before his eyes focused on Louis for a second as if he had recognized him somehow. “My name’s Kenneth Callaway but you can just call me Sheriff Kenny.”

“Nice to meet you, sir. My name’s Louis and this lovely gal beside me is my girlfriend, Clementine!” Louis smiled over to Clementine who returned it.

“Guess I’m next, I’m Brody,” Brody had a nervous expression on her face, likely due to a mixture of it being a first meeting and that the person she was introducing herself to was the sheriff.

“Nice to meet you all. I picked up on your name already,” Kenny looked over at Violet who gave a short nod.

“Well then, I shouldn’t be taking up any more of your time,” Kenny tipped his hat then turned to leave until a voice called out to him.

“Dad! I didn’t know you’d be on campus!” A young man with short brown hair strolled forward, his pinky intertwined with a person with hazel eyes.

“Hey there, Duck! I was just here to take a look around campus since so much has been going on here lately. Then I ran into Prisha and-”

“Prisha is here!” Duck’s eyes immediately lit up and slipping his pinky free he ran forward. In an instant Prisha was wrapped into a tight hug. “I was hoping I’d see you around campus ever since I started this semester.”

“Duck, you’re hugging me a bit too tight,” Prisha wheezed out before giving an appreciative smile once Duck had let go.

“So, still being a great detective as always? Are you working towards that degree to become a superhero?” Duck smiled brightly at Prisha.

“Well, I’m just becoming a lawyer, not a hero.” Prisha looked away, slightly worried that her eyes or her friends’ would show some sort of sign that they were in fact superheroes.

“Eh, it's basically the same thing!” Duck placed his hands on his hips before a flicker of realization appeared. “Oh, that’s right! I’ve never introduced you to Oakley before!”

Duck ran back and stood beside the person that had been walking with him. They seemed to be completely lost in the simple joy of letting snowflakes fall on their tongue. A small smile was on their lips as a snowflake right on the tip of it.

“This is Oakley, my paramour!” Duck grinned brightly as his pinky wrapped around Oakley’s once more. Prisha’s eyes grew large at that word while Kenny gave a tired groan.

“Son, you could use another word,” Kenny looked over at Duck who shrugged.

“It works for us,”

“But you’re referring to Oakley as your illicit partner. Do you see the issue with that?” Prisha looked at her friend who brushed it off.

“It would be an issue if someone else used it like that but this is different. Anyways, wanna say hi, Knox?”

Oakley stopped in their task for a second then moved their eyes to look at the group. “Hi,” Without another word they soon returned their attention to the sky. Duck didn’t seem to mind though and instead began to get everyone’s names. Soon it was his turn to share old tales involving Prisha: how they would pretend to be heroes around the station and such until one day she had left for Chicago and the two hadn’t really kept in contact until now.

After a while Kenny cleared his throat. “Well, we should be getting out of your hair,” Kenny patted Duck’s back to make sure he got the message too.

“Alright. See you later, Prisha!” Duck gave one final wave then walked off, happily talking with Oakley who listened as they intertwined their fingers. The group watched them for a minute longer before continuing down the path and picking up the conversation that they were having prior to the Sheriff showing up.

Prisha glanced at her phone for a moment. She had some time to kill before she had to start on assignments. Her thumb instantly wandered over towards the Discord app logo and with a quick tap she opened it. As luck would have it the channel she had last been on had begun to pick up with a brand new conversation after Brody and Ruby had finished up their tea talk.

Sing-us-a-song: Wee woo wee woo

BREAKING NEWS

Violet just told me that im her beast friend

Best

Best friend

OrangeuGlad: Congrats!

Bro: wait

Aasim: You are already best friends

Bro: Aren’t you already best friends?

Yeah

Sing-us-a-song: Its official now

Best friends :3

Knife2meetU: Louis

Stop sharing stuff from our private convos in DMs

Sing-us-a-song: Oop

Sorry bestie <3

Knife2meetU: No heart

Sing-us-a-song: Sorry bestie!

Knife2meetU: And no bestie

You’re this close to losing your best friend rights

Sing-us-a-song: Are you sure? Smirk face

There’s no take backs

Knife2meetU: Wanna bet?

Sing-us-a-song: Vi waig

Wait

We’re Bffs!

Thats forever

Prisha watched the conversation continue with amusement when all of a sudden her attention was drawn away from the chat and towards the door. Therissa walked in with a tired groan. Her feet dragged on the floor before she fell onto the couch.

“If I committed murder, would you represent me and get me off scot-free?” Therissa looked over at her roommate with a tired smile. A few strands of her dark brown curly hair fell over her face, covering her eyes.

“Oh? What got you so heated? You’re usually fairly level-headed,” Prisha placed down her phone and walked towards the kitchen area to start some tea.

“I am, but this professor is a total ass. First he praises my writing in his Creative Writing 103 class saying that it’s great but then when the second semester starts and I take Creative Writing 205 then he basically starts telling me it's shit now. It makes no sense and he keeps acting snarky and pissy with me. So now on Valentine’s Day I have a day full of classes, work and a writing tutor because I need to pass this class,” Therissa groaned and sat up when Prisha walked over with two cups of tea.

“Would you want my help on any homework?” Prisha smiled at her friend who accepted the tea gratefully.

Therissa took a long sip before answering. “No, you’re super busy as is. You’re always studying and when you’re not in class you’re rushing around everywhere. I’m surprised you haven’t been passing out recently.”

“Thanks for the compliment,” Prisha’s expression was hidden behind the cup as she took a sip of tea.

“Wasn’t a compliment. I’m trying to point out that you push yourself too much. It’s a good thing Valentine’s Day is the day after tomorrow. Maybe you can finally relax for a day with your girlfriend. Speaking of which, you better have a nice outfit that you're wearing for the date.”

“I am!” Prisha smiled brightly. “In fact, after this tea I can show you it!”

Therissa returned the smile. “Good, then after Valentine’s Day we can return to plotting murder.”

“Sounds good to me.” Prisha took another sip and soon she got caught up in a conversation with Therissa.

“Shit, fuck, shit on the- fuck!” Violet ran over to the heart-shaped bowl that was over a simmering pot of water. The bowl was starting to slip due to the condensation from the heat and the fact that it had been placed poorly over the pot. Luckily Violet had caught it before most of the contents fell into the water. Violet gave a frustrated groan that turned into a hiss when her fingers brushed against the hot metal of the pot. Jerking her hand back, Violet ended up spilling the rest of the chocolate into the water. “Fuck, no!”

“Violet! Are you alright?” Prisha walked forward, the concern clear in her eyes when she saw Violet clutching her hand.

“I’m fine,” Violet could see that Prisha didn’t believe her. Silently Prisha guided Violet over towards the sink and started to run cold water over her fingers. Violet stared at the water for a moment then up at her girlfriend. “This was a fucking stupid injury,”

“It wasn’t. You were just trying to save the chocolate. It’s a shame that you got hurt in the process though,” Prisha noticed Violet’s face fall. “Don’t worry, I’ll help patch up your fingers and you can give the process of making chocolate one more go.”

“I don’t know. I fucking suck at it,” Violet mumbled, her eyes sad until she felt a kiss being pressed to her cheek.

“I beg to differ.” Prisha smiled lovingly at Violet who returned to look until Clementine’s voice drew both of their attention away from each other.

“Why does it look like there’s a pile of shit in the pot?”

“Oh horsefeathers! Did we lose another batch?” Ruby bustled over and huffed with annoyance as she began to clean up the mess.

“Sorry,” Violet’s quiet voice made Ruby glance over, her eyes softening.

“Aww, Sug, don’t worry about it. Luckily Brody had been as worried as ever and overbought on supplies,” Ruby nodded over to Brody who was working on preparing another batch.

“Seems like my anxiousness paid off this time,” Brody smiled at her friends then looked down at the ingredients that would soon make milk chocolate. “Do you think Mitch and the others will like this?” “Are you kidding? Of course they will! Louis is a sucker for sweets and so is Mitch,” Clementine placed a hand on Brody’s shoulder and gave a smile.

“Aasim loves all things romance and besides two of the people that are getting chocolates are with us and both of them have been all worried about making the perfect chocolate,” Ruby sent a teasing look over to Prisha and Violet.

“Well, ‘perfect’ is a strong word. I just want to make good chocolates for Violet,” Prisha messed with her braid for a moment.

“Yeah, what's wrong with not wanting to fuck up?” Violet crossed her arms and looked over at Ruby.

“I don’t think Ruby said it was bad, just sweet,” Brody gave another smile then took a deep breath. “Now let's kick this chocolates’ ass and surprise the guys!”

Clementine and Ruby cheered at that and soon all the girls were working on chocolate once more. It took a few more tries but soon the chocolate was being poured into the molds. After being placed in the fridge for twenty to thirty minutes the chocolates were done and the girls moved to the next step. Each of them worked to put the chocolates into little homemade heart boxes that Brody and Ruby had spent the night before making.

Violet swore under her breath while she worked on her box; Brody seemed to be in no better a boat. Meanwhile Ruby and Prisha had mastered putting together boxes of chocolates. Both of them were tying picture perfect bows on the boxes to seal them. Prisha hummed a happy tune to herself as she finished the final touches. But as soon as the others noticed that she was singing she quieted down. Lastly Clementine gave it her best effort and got a middle of the road result; she didn’t seem to care though. She knew that Louis would love it. Just as that thought had finished a knock came on her front door. Brushing her hands on her pants, Clementine walked forward. Her eyes grew large when she spotted Louis, Mitch and Aasim at the door. “Louis! What are you doing here?”

Clementine’s exclamation made the other girls poke their heads out of the kitchen to see the boys standing in the doorway. Each of them had a clip-on bow tie and a rose in their hands.

“Hello, my darling,” Louis leaned forward and planted a kiss on Clementine’s cheek. “We are here for our early Valentine’s Day surprise!” Louis grinned back at Mitch and Aasim. Mitch felt like his nerves were all over the place as he pulled on his shirt collar. Meanwhile Aasim seemed to be practicing something in his mind, his eyes focused elsewhere. Louis quickly snapped his friends out of their mindset and led the way inside. “We are here to serenade our lovely girlfriends with a barbershop quartet!”

“But isn’t a quartet made of four singers?” Brody walked forward, leading the way for the girls who all filed out to see what song the boys were about to sing.

“Right you are, Bro! Prisha, mind switching sides and completing our quartet?” Louis smiled over to his music confidant.

“I’d love nothing more,” Prisha smiled confidently as she walked forward and accepted a clip-on bowtie and rose.

Louis quickly gathered the three others and played a note for them all to be the same key. Soon the four of them began to sing Just in Time by Frank Sinatra. It was an older song that Violet was sure Prisha had pushed to be the choice for today.

“Just in time, I found you just in time

Before you came, my time was runnin' low

I was lost, the losing dice were tossed

My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go,”

The four of them sang, each of them using their natural singing octave. Prisha and Louis were by far the best singers while Aasim wasn’t bad by any stretch of the imagination. That left Mitch in last place who clearly couldn’t sing as well as the others but that didn’t stop him from powering through and singing loudly.

“Now you're here and now I know just where I'm goin'

No more doubt or fear, I found my way

For love came just in time

You found me just in time

And changed my lonely life that lovely day,”

The four walked forward towards Violet, Ruby, Brody and Clementine. Each of them looked at their girlfriends with loving smiles. Even though the song wasn’t sung the strongest, the girls could tell that Prisha and the boys were pouring their hearts into the performance despite it being obvious for some this whole thing was overwhelming.

“Now you are here and now I know just where I'm goin'

No more doubt or fear, 'cause I've found my way

For love came just in time

You found me just in time

And changed my lonely life that lovely

Lonely life that lovely

Lonely life that lovely day,”

As the four hit the final note they held out their roses to their respective girlfriends. Louis gave a playful wink Clementine’s way as she accepted the rose before all of his confidence melted away into dorky happiness when Clementine stole a quick kiss. Ruby accepted the rose, her rosy cheeks growing rosier as she got on her tiptoes and showered Aasim with quick, soft kisses. Meanwhile both Brody and Mitch were blushing messes as Brody took the rose and gave Mitch a compliment that made him even more flustered. Both of them tried to find the right words as they held each other’s hands. Soon they each decided it was better to just let their actions speak louder than their words and shared a strong kiss. Lastly, Violet took the rose and knew that her face was as red as the flower.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the quartet,” Prisha smiled at Violet who gave a short nod. The two were silent for a moment before Violet snuck a kiss. The romantic action made Prisha freeze in place for a moment.

“Oh!” Ruby’s voice made everyone look over at her. “We should give the chocolates!”

“Chocolates?” Louis’ eyes danced with excitement at those words and it only grew as Clementine disappeared and reappeared with a box of chocolates.

Soon all of the chocolates had been exchanged to which all of its recipients were extremely happy. Mitch wrapped his arms around Brody from behind and pressed a kiss to her cheek before he grew almost as overwhelmed as Brody by the action. Aasim was happily talking about how much he appreciated Ruby and all the thought she had put in this early Valentine’s Day surprise. Ruby blushed and quickly told him that he had been just as thoughtful if not more. Violet watched nervously as Prisha took a bite of the chocolate and was relieved when Prisha’s eyes sparkled with happiness. Clementine watched her friends for a moment then looked back over at Louis who was gushing about how lucky he was to have a girlfriend like Clementine, especially on Valentine’s Day. Clementine smiled softly and held onto Louis’ hands.

These Valentine celebrations were already going great and it wasn’t even the holiday yet. All of them had knocked it out of the park so far and after hearing the plans for the others Valentine Day dates Clementine was sure tomorrow would be a fantastic day for all of them.

Clementine’s eyes wandered over the map of Ericson University one last time. She had to be sure that there were no rifts opening up. If one appeared while she was busy getting lost in the joy of a date… It couldn’t happen. Luckily when she checked it for the sixteenth time it was the same as it always was. Blank and void of any shimmering blue or red dots. Clementine gave a shaky sigh of relief and tucked it away in her winter coat. Lee and Carley had already headed out, both of them looking giddy at the thought of starting their Valentine’s Day date. Soon after they had left, a babysitter showed up for AJ who was waiting to work on his second Valentine’s card that he wanted to give to Telulah as soon as he could. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for Louis so that he could say hi before him and Clementine headed out. A few minutes passed of awkward silence and of the babysitter wanting to get AJ to focus on games instead of staring at the door when a knock appeared. Jogging forward, Clementine opened the door and found her boyfriend smiling brightly at her, in his hands a dozen roses.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my darling!” Louis leaned forward and captured Clementine’s lips in a soft kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Clementine reached out and took one of Louis’ hands in hers.

“Are you ready for a magical carriage ride?” Louis smiled at Clementine who gave a short nod.

“Yep,” Clementine glanced back at AJ. “Okay, we’re going to be heading out now,”

“Wait!” AJ scampered forward and skidded to a halt in front of the pair. “You better keep her safe!”

“Will do, little dude!” Louis gave a huge thumbs up at AJ who beamed.

“Oh! And get her back by curf- curvs-”

“Curfew,” Clementine helped her little brother who nodded firmly.

“Yeah! Curfew!”

“Of course! I will make sure Clem is back and safe by curfew. You have a gentleman’s promise,” Louis noticed the happy smile on AJ’s lips at his words.

“Good!” AJ placed his hands on his hips for a second then rushed forward and tackled Clementine with a hug before running back to get started on the fun.

Clementine and Louis shared a smile and quietly laughed as they walked out the door. Clementine looked over at Louis. He was wearing a long brown coat as well as a green scarf that seemed to only add to his adorable winter vibes.“You’re looking cute today,”

Clementine’s compliment made Louis look over with a dorky smile. “Why, thank you! I picked it out myself. Well, that's not entirely true. Marlon helped me pick out this scarf,”

“Well then both of you did a good job picking out your outfit,” Clementine smiled when she saw how happy those words made Louis.

“Awww thanks, but I don’t look half as cute as you,” Louis swung their joined hands then nodded over towards Clementine's outfit. It was a dark blue sweater covered by a black winter jacket that all complemented her fuzzy blue winter hat.

Clementine blushed lightly at the compliment. “Thanks,” She quickly leaned over and pressed a kiss to Louis’ cheek. The two walked happily towards the location of the horse-drawn carriage, sharing as many kiss as they could surprise the other with until they reached the spot.

“M’lady,” Louis held out his hand with a warm smile. Clementine returned the smile and took his hand as he guided her up the steps of the carriage. Soon he was right beside her, immediately handing over the dozen roses. “Are you ready for a romantic carriage ride?” “I was born ready,” Clementine gave a playful smile that made Louis’ nose crinkle with amusement. Sharing one more kiss, Louis gave the signal and the carriage driver flicked the reins, causing the horses to snort before moving forward in a slow trot. Clementine scooted closer and wrapped her arm around Louis’ waist. Louis’ face grew warm and he gently kissed Clementine’s forehead then pulled her closer. Nuzzling his face against the top of her head, he slowly leaned his head against hers and the two took in the beauty of the snow-covered world around them. Both of them commented here and there about how lovely the park was as the carriage moved forward. After a few moments Louis began to hum a tune that Clementine couldn’t place for a moment. It took her a few seconds to pick up what he was singing.

“Are you humming Jingle Bells? After Christmas?” Clementine looked up at her boyfriend with a smile.

“Yes, I am, and there is nothing wrong with that,” Louis grinned down at Clementine and stole a kiss before continuing to hum. Soon his warm tune was joined by a softer voice. Louis glanced down to see that Clementine was joining him in humming. The two began to hum some more then quickly proceeded to sing the song out loud along with any other song that their hearts desired. Both of them looked at each other with joyful, soft smiles. This really was a magical carriage ride.

Ruby stood in front of the mirror and turned this way and that, causing her red dress to sway. Her brows furrowed for a moment before she looked back at Brody who was busy pacing.

“Brody, do you think my dress looks alright?”

Ruby’s voice snapped Brody out of her thoughts and she glanced up. “What? Are you kidding? Aasim is going to lose his mind when he sees you!” Brody stopped her pacing and gave a warm smile to her best friend.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I’m getting into my own head.” Ruby looked back at the mirror. “Just like you are about your date with Mitch,”

Those words made Brody’s eyes grow large before falling. “It’s stupid. I was so busy the last few days that I didn’t even talk to Mitch about changing our Valentine’s Day plans. It's too late to change them now and besides, he sang for me yesterday which was a really nice surprise.”

“Brody, I don’t think you need to worry your head about this. I’m sure you’ll have a grand time with Mitch,” Ruby looked back at Brody through the mirror, a playful knowingness in her eyes. The sight of that confused Brody and she wanted to ask about it when suddenly a knock on the dorm room door appeared.

“Oh, that must be him!” Ruby bustled over and opened the door, revealing Aasim who was decked out in a suit with a red tie. Tucked in his left hand there looked to be a piece of love poetry based on the seal and the red bow around it.

“Hello, my dove,” Aasim leaned down and gently kissed Ruby. Ruby instantly cupped his face and deepened the kiss before giving two more quick ones.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Pookie,” Ruby took Aasim’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you ready to go to the tea shop?”

“I sure am! I heard the tea there is divine!” Ruby smiled up at her boyfriend then glanced back at Brody. “I’m heading out. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay,” Brody gave a quick wave and after Aasim helped Ruby get on her coat the two disappeared down the hall.

The pair walked in serene silence for a bit, enjoying the winter wonderland that their campus had turned into. They shared small kisses here and there as they walked, placing them on each other’s wrists and hands. Ruby’s rosy red cheeks turned even brighter in the cold of winter which made Aasim’s heart pitter patter happily.

Soon the two had arrived at Sarita’s Tea Shop where the owner welcomed them with a friendly smile. A large man stood beside the owner who they learned went by the name Tripp. He gave a quick kiss to Sarita before guiding Aasim and Ruby to their table. After placing their orders, Aasim and Ruby immediately held each other’s hands.

Aasim looked at Ruby with such tender love as he placed kiss after kiss on her hands. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that I found you. In fact, I tried my best to put into words my feelings for you,” Aasim slipped one of his hands free and held out the love poetry.

“Why, Aasim,” Ruby gently took the gift and slowly began to read it. Her eyes wandered from left to right, reading the words her boyfriend had so lovingly put on paper. With each sentence her heart grew warmer and warmer until she had finished reading. Silently she placed down the paper and leaned forward across the table, kissing Aasim softly. Aasim’s eyes widened for a moment then closed as he deepened the kiss. After a moment the two pulled apart and shared a soft look.

“I’m happy I found you too,”

The two smiled at each other, holding each other’s hands until the tea was brought forward along with the pastries. Tripp silently poured the hot water over a rose blossom in a clear teapot. Slowly the rose bursted open, blossoming and flavoring the tea. Ruby and Aasim stared in awe then shared another smile. This was turning into a truly unforgettable Valentine’s Day.

Brody sat on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Ruby had left a while ago and based on the haphazard text she got from Mitch he was nearly here. It wouldn’t be bad cuddling and watching a movie together. Feeling Mitch’s arms around her, stolen kisses.. Brody covered her face with a pillow as she felt herself grow overwhelmed. Just as she was about to go on another spiral of thoughts, a knock showed up on the door.

Peeking out from behind the pillow Brody got up, quickly readjusting her t-shirt before walking over to answer the door. When she opened the door her eyes grew wide with surprise. There, standing in the doorway, was Mitch in an honest to goodness tux. The dark blue tie was sloppily placed and the suit was a bit too big on him.

Mitch pulled at the collar for a second before he noticed Brody. “Brodes! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Mitch’s voice boomed a bit too loudly as he thrusted out his arm which held a metal trident. Brody blinked in awe of the trident then took it. Slowly her eyes began to examine it. “I thought that a stronger weapon is never a bad thing so I made you one,” Mitch’s eyes were focused on the floor. “It’ll protect you way better than that prop one you had,”

“I love it,” Brody smiled up at Mitch who looked at her with shock then proceeded to pump his fist.

“Yes! Fuckin’ A! I actually didn’t fuck up on Valentine’s Day! Because look!” Mitch leaned over and picked up a soft yellow dress then held it out for Brody. “Ruby helped me pick it out because I’m shit at this sorta thing but you gotta dress up for our plans.”

“Plans?” Brody accepted the dress and held it close to her chest with a soft smile.

“Yeah, it took me fucking forever but I saved up enough money to take you to one of those fancy restaurants, one of those places where you have to dress fancy and shit,”

Mitch’s words made Brody’s mouth open slightly in surprise. She definitely wasn’t expecting this. Silently she placed down the items then got on her tiptoes and pulled Mitch into a kiss. Mitch instantly wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Once they pulled apart the two stared into each other’s eyes.

“I’m gonna go get changed,”

“Okay, I’ll wait out in the hall,” Mitch whispered. Both of their faces were super red as they squeezed each other’s hands and let them slip free. Mitch waited out in the hall, kicking his foot impatiently as he leaned against the wall. After a few minutes Brody emerged from the room in the short, soft yellow dress. Mitch’s mouth hung open for a second.

“Well, do I look okay?” Brody did a small spin.

“You look fucking amazing!” Mitch walked forward and stole another kiss from Brody. Brody hummed at the touch of the kiss then pulled back, her face a bright red.

“Thanks, you look pretty amazing yourself,” Brody’s hands wandered forward and held onto Mitch’s tux for a second.

Mitch had a confident smile on his face. “I borrowed this tux from my dad and he helped me pick out this tie,” Mitch’s confidence radiated off of him as he displayed his outfit before it faltered when he noticed his tie’s placement looked like shit. Silently Brody helped fix his tie then intertwined her fingers with his. The two shared a quick smile then after locking the door headed out towards the restaurant.

Both of them felt extremely out of place at this fancy restaurant. It was way out of their normal price range.

“Why the fuck do they have two forks?” Mitch looked at the table placement with confusion as he and Brody waited for their steak dinners.

“I don’t know. Maybe it's in case you drop one?” Brody shrugged, unsure of her own answer. Mitch stared at the forks for a moment longer before a mischievous grin appeared on his face. “Mitch, what are you thinking?”

Mitch was silent as he looked up at Brody before his elbow knocked off a fork. After a moment a waiter came forward and replaced his fork. Brody sighed which only made Mitch’s smile grow.

“Come on, Brodes, y’know you love me,” Mitch’s smug smile faded in an instant when he realized what he had just said. The two shared a look, both extremely red once more before looking away.

Brody was silent for a minute then answered. “Yeah, I do.”

Her answer made Mitch drop his glass of water directly on his crotch. “Fuck!”

“Mitch! Are you okay?” Brody pushed back her chair to check on her boyfriend.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It just looks like I pissed my pants,” Mitch was silent for a moment, wondering if he should go for it. “I love you too,”

His answer shocked Brody who in her surprise knocked over a plate which slammed onto Mitch’s toe. This date was absolute chaos but both of them seemed focused on the positives of the moment, chaos and all.

Violet hopped up onto the back of her old, beat up, blue pickup truck, parked in the same spot that Violet had taken Prisha all those months ago on their first date together. Her hands worked to place the last few pillows in place before double checking that all the fake candles were on. After frantically checking once more Violet got off the truck and walked towards the door. Opening it, she saw that Prisha still had her eyes closed.

“Okay, it's ready. Here, take my hand,” Violet instructed and Prisha immediately held out her hand which Violet grasped. Silently she led the way towards the back of the pickup truck. After getting Prisha in the right spot, Violet took a few steps back beside the truck.”Okay, open your eyes.”

Prisha’s eyes slowly fluttered open before growing large in awe. The back of the pickup truck was covered in blankets and pillows. Along the edges of the truck were fake candles as well as two vases filled with violets, baby’s breath and forget me nots.

“I did my best to make it like our first date but, y’know, better,” Violet awkwardly scratched the back of her neck then hid her hands away in her front hoodie pocket.

“It's absolutely beautiful! Violet,” Prisha’s voice hitched in her throat and she ran forward, cupping Violet’s face and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Violet’s eyes grew large at the romantic gesture for a moment then she deepened the kiss. Prisha pulled back and looked lovingly into Violet’s eyes. “I love it.” “I’m glad,” Violet smiled at her girlfriend then intertwined her fingers with Prisha’s. “So, ready to stargaze?”

“Of course!” Prisha returned the smile, kissing Violet’s nose quickly before getting up on the back of the pickup truck with her. The two worked together to get under the blankets and snuggled close. Both of them soon became lost in the beauty of the sky when all of a sudden Prisha reached out and held onto Violet’s hand once more. Violet gave a soft laugh at that which confused Prisha as she looked over at her girlfriend. “What?”

“Nothing. It's just on our first date neither of us was even sure if it was one and we both kept accidentally dodging each other’s hands,” Violet’s eyes traveled over to Prisha’s. “I’m really glad that you held my hand that night,”

“I am too. I can't even express how much you’ve grown to mean to me, Violet. How deeply I care about you, how much I love you,” Prisha turned her body so that she was closer to Violet. Her eyes soon became lost in Violet’s.

“Me neither. To think I’d find someone like you,” Violet whispered and moved closer. “I’m really fucking lucky. So, thanks for choosing me,”

Prisha’s smile grew and she gave Violet a soft kiss. “I wouldn’t choose anyone else. I love you,”

“I love you too,” Violet snuggled up closer to Prisha and soon the two repositioned themselves. Violet’s head gently rested on Prisha’s shoulder as Prisha’s arms wrapped around Violet. The couple’s gaze slowly returned up to the starry sky. Violet snuck a quick glance at Prisha then looked up at the sky once more. Being here with her and the stars that shone brightly in the sky, in that moment Violet needed nothing more.

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg prisha #twdg ruby #twdg aasim #twdg brody #twdg mitch #twdg kenny #twdg duck #twdg oakley #clouis #rusim #twdg privet #twdg moody #fanfic #I am thou thou art I au

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Dad I’d Like to F— (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Dad I’d Like to F— Rating: Explicit Length: 6900 Warnings: Smut (dirty talk, blow jobs, orgasm delay, facesitting, over-stimulation, girl on top, doggy style, squirting, multiple orgasms, and casual cum eating) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in the summer of 1998. Again this exists because @grapemama yells at me for things and I am more than happy to provide. Summary: Summertime suits Javier the best.

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“Daddy,” Josie tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, before she all but threw herself against his arm as she curled her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Do you think there’s buttercups? Sissy hasn’t seen buttercups!”

You grinned at them as you sat with your legs crossed beneath you. Sofía was happily chilling in your lap, leaning back against your stomach as she watched Josie with rapt interest. You hated that you were going to have to disrupt her soon.

If Josie was around, Sofía was watching her. “J-j-o!” She made grabby hands towards Josie, before clapping them together.

“We’ll find some buttercups for her.” Javier assured her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before he let her go.

Josie made her way over to you, reaching out to let Sofía take her hand. “You wanna see the flowers, sissy? We don’t know if you like butter!” She looked up at you then. “Do you think she likes butter?”

“If she’s anything like you, she’s going to love butter.” You assured her, tapping your finger against her chin as you scrunched up your nose. “Why don’t you go play, sweetheart? Then we’ll go look for the flowers before I head back to work.”

Josie grinned brightly at you, before she leaned down and cupped Sofía’s face with both hands and kissed her forehead — knocking her floppy hat off her head. “Oops!”

Sofía tried to mimic her, shrilly expressing her dismay as she pitched forward in your arms and grabbed at her hat.

Javier leaned forward and picked up the hat, putting it back on her head. “You sure you have to go to work?” He questioned, tilting his head to look at you.

“I wish I could stay.” You sighed, reaching out to brush your fingers over his cheek. “Be glad I didn’t have to go in until noon today.”

It was killing you that you had to work, while Javier got to spend all day with the kids. You’d kill to spend the long summer days at the park with the three of them.

Especially Javier. Summer was treating him very well. A month and a half in and he’d let his hair go — proving exactly where Josie got her soft chestnut curls from. And the scruff? You could get very used to it.

You loved his mustache, but there was something about that patchy scruff that made your mind wander… You did enjoy how it felt between your thighs.

Fuck. You had to keep focused. You had a three-hour long narcotics seminar to teach to a bunch of fresh-faced idiots who were going to ignore the first hour simply because you were a woman. You had to bring your A-game.

You couldn’t not get caught up thinking about Javier. Despite how good he looked.

Javier just had to go and look like the hottest man in the park. And you’d looked around — there were some attractive men, but none of them were Javi.

Javier pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “So I can’t tempt you to stay longer and have a cherry freeze pop?”

“Tempting.” You bumped your nose against his. “Don’t let Josie eat a whole one alone. She’ll be bouncing off the walls tonight and… I have plans.”

“Plans?” He arched a brow as you passed Sofía to him.

“You know exactly what I’m thinking.” You smirked as you started to stand up, gesturing to him. “Have you looked in the mirror lately, babe?”

Javier laughed as he held onto both of Sofía’s hands to support her as she toddled in front of him on the blanket. “I look like a man whose razor went mysteriously missing.”

“It’s summer — only I have to suffer the blade.” You teased, leaning down to ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Who do I have to bribe to make this your year-round look?”

He grinned as he swatted your hand away. “You like unkempt?”

“I like you.” You winked at him, before you looked towards Josie — who was busily gathering buttercups. You loved that she still remembered that innocuous moment. She was so little back then.

“I’ll make a note that you like it when I let it all go.”

“I particularly like it when you let your buttons go,” You smirked, trailing your fingers down the great expanse of bare skin leading down to the fourth button he had unbuttoned. “Try not to pick up any sexy dog walkers or hot moms.”

“You coming back with Stevie, then?” He shot back, “Cause there’s only one sexy dog walker and hot mom I want.”

You dramatically clutched at your chest, “The things you say that make me swoon, Javi.” You gave his hair a little tug, before you called out to Josie.

“Are you leaving, mommy?” Josie questioned as she flopped down onto the blanket beside her father.

“Unfortunately.” You frowned, “Are you going to be good for, daddy? Hold his hand when you’re crossing the street and please, please, help him with your sister.”

“I have buttercups!” She held her fist up to you. “Can we check her butter chin before you go?”

You knelt back down on the blanket, ushering Josie towards Javier as you brought a buttercup up under Sofía’s chin. “Look.”

“She likes butter, mommy! Daddy!” She threw her arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly.

“I know, baby doll.” You grinned, looking between her and Javier. You still couldn’t believe that Josie was a few months away from kindergarten. She was a big girl now. A whole five years old.

Javier tilted his head to look at you, “Knock ‘em dead, baby.”

“You know it.” You leaned forward on your hands and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, “Don't wear yourself out. I’m going to take advantage of this long hair.” You nipped at his bottom lip, before you pulled back to kiss both of your babies and got up off the blanket.

“Oh, wait,” You started, moving around behind him, leaning back down to drape your arms over his shoulders. “You need these.” You smirked as you carefully placed his aviators back on his face. “I’ll see you this evening.”

Javier curled his fingers around your arm, squeezing it three times. “Looking forward to it, baby.”

——

The seminar went about as well as you expected it to. At least Monica had offered up her afternoon to help you administer the relevant materials and keep the session in order. Plus, it all went towards her internship with the department.

“Are you free to watch the girls tomorrow?” You questioned hopefully as you shuffled extra handouts back into an envelope.

“I’m actually heading up to stay with Nadia for the weekend.” Monica offered a slight smile. “Otherwise, I’d say yes.”

You sighed dramatically, “I mean sure… What could possibly be better? Your hot girlfriend or two rambunctious children?”

Monica pursed her lips, laughing as she feigned like she was considering. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls — but hot girlfriend is always going to be the right answer.”

You tsked, “Maybe I’m wanting a little alone time with my hot partner?”

She started laughing, “Oh God. Speaking of Javier. I had coffee yesterday with a couple of the girls from the major—“ Monica cut herself off with more laughter. “I guess they saw him at the park on Monday.”

You covered your face and groaned, “Was he doing something stupid?”

“No! He was pushing the girls on the swings.” Monica explained, “Needless to say, my classmates are officially obsessed with him.”

“I can’t blame them.”

“I was so uncomfortable.” Monica made a face. “I just wanted to scream ‘that is my father!’ at them.”

You grinned, “What were they saying?”

“I believe they referred to him as a ‘DILF’.”

“Is that dad I’d like to fu—“

“Don’t say it!”

“Well,” A slow smirk spread over your lips. “That’s exactly why I’m looking for a sitter. Cause they’re not wrong. He is a dad I’d very much like to fuck.”

“Ugh. Gross.” Monica scrunched up her nose. “I just ate.”

“Oh, and what are you and Nadia doing this weekend? Baking cookies?” You gave her an unamused look.

“It’s bad enough when he comes to class with very obvious hickies.” She retorted, folding her arms across her chest. “There’s just some things I don’t want to know about.”

You rolled your eyes, “If only you knew some of the things we get up to.”

She grimaced, sticking her fingers in her ears. “I’m not listening.”

You laughed loudly, shaking your head as you stuffed the envelope into your briefcase. “Okay, but I really want to know what else these students were saying…”

She sighed heavily, “I tried to pretend I wasn’t listening.” Monica admitted to you, screwing up her face as she sat down in the chair across from your desk. “I think they just really enjoyed seeing him in something other than a suit. He’s kinda got a whole uniform thing when he’s teaching.”

You nodded, “He hates wearing suits and yet cannot be convinced to wear anything less than a suit for his lectures.”

“Right?” Monica rolled her eyes. “I think he had that stupid Hawaiin shirt on. The one Steve got him.”

“Oh God, Javi…”

“I told you we should’ve burned it.”

“I tried.” You deadpanned.

“Apparently,” Monica continued. “He hardly had it buttoned up, which really got their attention.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, “It’s a really good look.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She pursed her lips and widened her eyes dramatically. “It was bad enough that I had to go along with them. Calling Javier sexy is about the last thing I’d ever want to do. For so many reasons.”

“I cannot wait to torment him about this tonight.” You snorted, storing your projector slides in the filing cabinet behind you. “DILF. The things that young people will come up with.”

“There’s a reason his classes are made up of mostly women,” Monica pointed out. “However, I’m pretty sure there’s a couple guys who sign up in hopes that you’ll guest lecture more often.”

“You know,” You started as you sat down behind your desk. “I’ve considered leaving all of this—” You gestured around your office. “And trying the whole teaching thing. But I don’t know if I’d be any good at it. It’s kinda Javi’s thing.”

“Uh,” Monica’s brows furrowed together. “You just spent three hours absolutely schooling a bunch of dumbass men who think they know all about narcotics because they watched Miami Vice with their parents. The university would be lucky to have you.”

You shrugged, “Maybe. At least then I’d have more time with my family.” It was something to consider. Working for the Miami PD was only ever supposed to be a temporary thing, but somehow it had transitioned into a 9-5 job.

It really killed you during the summertime when you just wanted to be home with Javi and the girls.

Maybe you could convince the Murphys to watch the girls tomorrow.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Hmm?” You arched a brow. “Shit, sorry.”

“You were a million miles away.”

“More like five miles.” You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “All this discussion about a certain DILF and my mind… is not on work.”

Monica rolled her eyes, “I can’t exactly blame you. I’ve been counting the hours until I can drive to Merritt Island.”

“Honestly, you could leave now.” You told her, “I’ll sign your internship papers and fudge the hours.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. “You’re the best.”

“Who am I to stand in the way of you getting a little action, Monica?” You grinned. “Have fun. Tell Nadia I said ‘hello’ please.”

She stepped around your desk to hug you, before she grabbed her backpack and headed out of your office, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The fact that his students were thirsting over him cracked you up. Javier was so staunchly serious about being a professor and he was entirely oblivious to the fact that he had a gaggle of students that would do just about anything for a good grade. Well, he knew it — given the situation that brought Monica into your lives — but you doubted he understood just how hot-for-teacher his students were.

And in his current state?

Summertime Javier was a whole different beast than the man he was during the academic year. Florida’s humidity had his shaggy hair curling at the nape of his neck and over his ears. He didn’t put an ounce of product in it, which meant it was frequently windswept and wild. Just begging for your fingers to play with it.

You’d always loved his hair. You vividly remembered the first time you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked — you had only known him for all of a month.

And then there was his goddamn inability to button his shirts. He might leave the house with only the top two undone, but somehow, every evening, after a day at the park with the girls — he’d turn up with his buttons undone almost to his navel. Always with a sheen of sweat that made his golden skin that just screamed to be touched.

Not to mention, he was actually relaxed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him this relaxed. Except maybe those two years when he stayed at home with Josie. He had been really good at being a stay-at-home father.

When you put all of that together… he was a DILF.

Now, what were you going to do to kill the next two hours of work?

———

You were actually pretty surprised that you got home before Javier did. The girls were usually worn out by about two or three in the afternoon. He’d clearly been home — Stevie wasn’t dying to go out and she had a half-eaten bowl of kibble sitting in the kitchen.

“Shi— Shoot.” Javier quickly corrected as he came through the front door with Sofía strapped to his chest and Josie hot on his heels. “I thought I’d beat you home.”

“Is that pizza I smell?” You questioned as you kicked off your shoes by the sofa, walking towards him to take the pizza boxes out of his hands.

He grinned at you, “Well, I figured since you had to work hard today, you deserved an easy evening.”

“I mean, pizza is always the right choice,” You remarked, heading towards the kitchen. “But I appreciate the gesture.”

“Mommy,” Josie said as she followed after you. “Daddy let me eat a whole popsicle!”

“Kid, what did we talk about being a nark?” You arched a brow at her, before you knelt down to her height. “What else did daddy let you do?”

“JoJo, princesa, how dare you betray me?” Javier put on as he leaned against the counter, running his hand over Sofía’s back as she slept against his chest. Someone had clearly had herself a long day.

“He let me walk Stevie all by myself.” Josie revealed to you, grinning from ear-to-ear. “But she’s strong.”

“Which is why you’re only allowed to walk her with mommy or daddy.” You reminded her, scrunching up your nose as you took her hands into yours and examined them. “Even if you hadn’t ratted on your father, your hands are bright red Josie. Can you go wash them for me?”

“Okay!” She patted your hands in between hers, before she darted out of the kitchen — Stevie following after her.

“Seems like you three had fun today,” You arched a brow at Javier as you stood back up, moving to grab paper plates out of the cabinet. “I guess summer is for breaking rules.”

“She’s too good at getting what she wants.” Javier shook his head. “I think she burned most of the sugar out of her system.”

“You better hope she did.” You gave him a pointed look, “Because I spent the last two hours thinking about—” You glanced down the hallway, ensuring that Josie was still running water in the bathroom, before you fixed Javier with a heated look. “— your cock.”

Javier swallowed thickly, going rather stiff as he stared back at you. “Is that so?”

You nodded your head slowly. “Mhm.” You turned your back to him then, opening up the pizza box and doling out slices for the two of you and Josie. “Babe, do you want pepperoni?”

“You can’t just say shit like that and then switch gears on me, baby.” Javier complained, moving to join you at the kitchen island.

“Oh, but I can.” You grinned, stepping around behind him and giving his ass a playful squeeze. “If I can give a seminar to seventy-odd students, while wishing I was at home sucking your cock… I think you can handle me asking you about pizza toppings.”

He dragged his fingers through his hair, your eyes watching the path they took as he slid them back and rubbed at the back of his neck. “And what’s got you so worked up today, baby?” Javier questioned, opening up the second box of pizza and throwing a slice of pepperoni onto his plate.

You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, a slow grin spreading over your lips. “Same thing that’s got your students hot and bothered.”

He sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You met his gaze, chuckling quietly. “Monica met up with some of your other students yesterday and apparently everyone was losing it over this.” You gestured over the length of him. “Something about an unbuttoned Hawaiin shirt and swinging the girls.”

“And that makes them ‘hot and bothered’?” He seemed scandalized.

“Never underestimate the appeal of a father with his children.” You gave him a pointed look, your eyes flickering downwards to your daughter who was still sound asleep, her little cheek pressed against his bare chest. “Not to mention, apparently DILF was thrown around.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s an anagram for ‘dad I’d like to f—’.” You faltered on the word as the water shut off in the bathroom and Josie reemerged, singing “I Won’t Say I’m in Love” at the top of her lungs.

“We came home and rewatched Hercules after you went to work.” Javier admitted with a short laugh, before he looked back at you. “I have so many questions about this anagram. Please tell Monica I never want to know who said it. Never gonna look them in the eyes again.”

“All I know is that I am the only one who gets to be in on that action.” You said, biting down on your bottom lip as you raked your gaze over him.

Javier’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip, “I’m… going to go put this one in her crib.”

You snorted, “You’re walking awfully stiff there, babe.”

He flipped you off, just out of Josie’s line of view as she returned to the kitchen with Stevie.

“Hey Josie,” You said as you knelt down in front of her. “We’re gonna eat in the family room tonight.”

“Really?” She grinned brightly. “Can we watch TV?”

“You wanna watch Hercules and Xena?” It was almost as ridiculous as the live action series, but she loved it. And it put her to sleep nearly every time she sat down to watch it.

You stood back up, ushering Josie into the family room. “Once daddy’s back, we’ll eat. Okay?”

“Okay, mommy.” Josie told you, already entranced by the previews at the start of the tape. Instead of heading back into the kitchen, you headed down the hallway to the nursery just as Javier was emerging from the room.

“Don’t worry, I fed her before we went to get the pizz—” Javier explained, but you weren’t really interested in talking. You had something else in mind.

You pushed him back against the wall, fingers delving into his hair as you hungrily slanted your mouth over his. A quiet moan escaped you as Javier ran his hand down your back, both of his hands moving to grab at your ass as you pressed close to him.

With a brief scrape of your teeth over his bottom lip, you pulled out of his hold. “The second she’s asleep.” You warned him, sliding your hand over his exposed chest, before trailing it downwards and cupping the outline of his cock through his khaki shorts.

“What’s got you all worked up today?” Javier questioned, catching your hand and pulling it away from his hardening erection.

“There’s just something really hot about a man with his children.” You told him, meeting his gaze. “I’ve been waiting all week for this, Javi.”

He flashed you a crooked grin, “Then I guess we better eat fast.” He leaned back down, brushing his lips over yours, just enough of a gesture to leave you burning for more.

———

As predicted, after inhaling two and a half pieces of pizza, Josie conked out on the sofa. Javier handled getting her bathed and put to bed, while you put the pizza away and made sure Sofía had a clean diaper and was settled for the evening.

Because you were not getting interrupted tonight.

Somehow, in the haste of whisking Josie to bed, another button had come loose, leaving Javi’s stupid bright orange shirt held together by only two buttons. Your eyes lingered on the expanse of bare skin exposed to you — just calling out to you to trail kisses over it.

“I turned the white noise machine on for JoJo.” Javier remarked as he shut the bedroom door behind him. “She played hard today, so I doubt a bomb could wake her up.”

“Good.” You said with a smirk, rising up off the foot of the bed and moving towards him. “Leave it on.” You told him as he started working at the last buttons of his shirt.

His brows rose upwards, a lazy grin playing over his lips. “What did you have in mind tonight, baby?” He questioned, tracing his fingers over your cheekbone, sliding them back to curl around the back of your neck.

“You’re just going to have to trust me, Javi.” You whispered, surging up to press a needy kiss to his lips. Your tongue darted out, sliding between his lips as you sought out his own. A needy sound escaped the back of his throat as your lips parted for a breath.

You stepped forward, urging him back against the door. “Do you trust me, Javi?” You breathed out, dragging your mouth away from his lips, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw, down his throat.

“Yes.” He practically growled as you left your mark at the crook of his neck. Your tongue soothing over the spot where your teeth had bit into his skin. You moved lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the tanned skin of his chest. You could taste the salty-tang of sweat on his skin and it only sought to fuel the burning need you felt.

He tasted like summertime.

Your trailed lower, your tongue dipping out over his navel, before you knelt to your knees in front of him. “This is just the beginning.” You promised him, nimble fingers working to remove his khakis, followed swiftly by his boxers.

“Baby—”

“Shhh.” You urged as you looked up at him with a devious grin. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, Javi.” You told him as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock and dragged them over the length of his hardening erection.

“Yeah?” He questioned, breathing heavily as he tangled his fingers into your hair. “Let me tell you what, baby… I think about your pretty little mouth all the time.”

“I bet you do.” You shot back as you ran your thumb over the underside of his cock. Leaning forward, you swept your tongue over the head of his cock, lapping at the pre-cum as it leaked from him. You curled your fingers around the base of his cock, looking up at him from beneath your lashes as you wrapped your lips around the very tip of him.

Javier’s fingers tightened in your hair, sending a shiver of desire down your spine as you took the length of his cock into your mouth. You released your hold on him, fingers trailing down to cup his balls gently as you moaned around his length as it pressed against the back of your throat.

“Fuck.” Javier swore, his voice breaking as he continued. “I fucking love your mouth.”

You pulled back, releasing his cock with a wet pop as you looked up at him. “Do you like that, Javi?” You taunted, running your hands over his thighs as you leaned towards him once more, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and swirling your tongue around it. “Come on, Javi.. You know you want to fuck my mouth. I know how much you love it.” You said as you scraped your fingernails over the soft skin of his inner thighs.

Javier bit out a strained attempt at your name, his hand curling around the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he drew you forward as his hip moved to meet the motion. His cock slid past your lips, dragging heavily over your tongue as he worked it into your mouth. You swallowed around it every time it hit the back of your throat.

Your jaw was going to kill you tomorrow and it was worth every second of this.

The way he tenderly swept a tear from your cheek, stood in sharp contrast with the way he was roughly holding your head. And that combination of pain and pleasure made your cunt ache for something more.

You slid your hand beneath the waistband of your sleep pants and underwear, fingers sweeping through your slick folds, teasing your clit before you used that same hand to fondle his balls. You could tell he was close — not only was he losing his pace, but you could see the tension in his thighs, the way his cock throbbed in your mouth.

Right as you brought him to the very edge you stopped. You pried his hand off the back of your head and sat back on your legs. You watched his cock twitch as it hung untouched between you, glistening with your spit.

“What the fuck?” Javier hissed out, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as he slumped back against the door.

“You said you trusted me.” You reminded him, panting a little as you tried to catch your breath. Your own arousal burned between your thighs and you shifted uncomfortably as your underwear clung to your slick folds.

“I do.”

“Good.” You smiled up at him, leaning forward onto your knees as you brought yourself eye-level with his cock. You pursed your lips together, blowing a soft puff of air over the head of his cock.

Javier groaned, “Are you just trying to torture me, baby?”

You shook your head, “Have I ever led you astray, Javi?”

“No.”

“Then trust me.” You said lightly, brushing your thumb over the tip of his cock, before you loosely curled your fingers around it once more. You slowly pumped your fist over him, keeping your eyes on your face as you brought him towards the edge again.

This time, you didn’t stop. You watched his face as he came apart, lashes fluttering as he watched you in return. The sound he made — the guttural groan that slipped past his lips as he took in the sight of you, your tongue extended to catch him as he spilled.

You pressed a tender kiss to the head of his cock, before you sat back and licked your lips. “Get on the bed.” You told him, wiping some of his come of your chin with your tongue before licking it clean.

“Holy shit.” Javier breathed out as he dragged his hands over his face. “Fuck, baby. You gotta give me a second.”

“You can take a second on the bed.” You repeated with a firmer tone, your brows raising expectedly.

“Is that how we’re gonna play it tonight, baby?” He questioned as you rose back to your feet in front of him.

“It is.” You quipped, dragging your hands up his chest as you pressed close to him. “If that’s what you want too.”

Javier scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, huffing quietly. “Of course I want that, baby.” He assured you as he lifted his hand to catch a smear of come you’d missed, wiping it off with his finger. You caught her hand and brought it to your lips, wrapping them around his finger.

You released his finger with a smirk. Something sparked hot in his eyes a split second before his mouth was on yours. His teeth roughly caught your lip, before his lips slanted against your own.

That was something you loved about Javier. He didn’t care where your mouth had been. He didn’t care if he could taste himself on your tongue. He kissed you just as thoroughly, just as desperately regardless of whether you’d just had your mouth on his cock.

You grabbed at the font of his shirt, clinging to him as he guided your backwards towards the bed. You had, after all, told him to get on the bed. His hands worked at your sleep shorts, tearing them down your hips, followed in short order by your underwear. He laid you back against the bed, his hands skimming along your curves as he moved over you.

“Javier.” You moaned against his mouth, your fingers raking through his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp as you played with the hair that had been driving you crazy. You pulled at it roughly, dragging his head back as he drew in a ragged breath. “On your back.” You ordered him, “Now.”

Javier stole another kiss, his tongue invading your mouth in an all too-brief moment, before he rolled onto his back on the bed beside you. “Are you going to let me repay the favor, baby? Am I going to get to eat that delicious cunt of yours?”

You smirked at him triumphantly as you shed your tank top, tossing it aside. “Aren’t you a good boy.” You taunted, using the same tone he used with you when he said the same to you as you moved to straddle his chest.

He took the initiative to move beneath you, his hands curled around your thighs as you sat up on your knees to accommodate him “Fuck. Look at you.” Javier muttered as he drew his thumb over the seam of your sensitive lips, leaning up to drag his tongue between your folds. “Baby, you’re practically dripping for me.”

You reached down and slid your fingers into his hair, grabbing at it roughly. “You know I love your cock.” Your eyes rolled back in your head as his tongue flicked over your clit, a teasing touch before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it. Your entire core throbbed, fire burning through your lower belly. “Fuck!”

Javier pulled back, “Gotta be quiet, baby. Or this is gonna all be over.” He squeezed your soft thighs. He met your gaze, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked up at you from between your thighs. “What?”

“You look good between my thighs.” You told him, tugging at his hair. Not to mention, you loved the scruff prickling against your inner thighs. “But you look even better when your tongue is—” He cut you off, causing a strangled sound to escape you as his mouth returned to your cunt. His hands grabbed at your hips, drawing you downwards.

You grabbed at his hands, interlacing your fingers as your nails bit into the backs of his hands as his tongue worked into you. He created a tantalizing combination, his tongue thrusting into you, before he’d use just the tip to tease your clit. He ate pussy like a fucking champ. And really — was there anything better than looking down between your thighs and seeing that head of hair between them.

“Javi.” You moaned, a tremble going through your thighs as he increased the pressure he was doling out against your clit. “Oh God.”

Javier’s grip on your hips tightened, holding you steady as you rocked downwards, grinding against his mouth. You let his hair slide through your fingers, before you tugged at it hard enough to earn a throaty groan from him — a sound that reverberated straight through you.

You cried out as quietly as possible, your head thrown back as your release tore through you. It took you by surprise at first, a flutter spreading through you before it washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his tongue as he worked it back into you.

And still he didn’t relent. He sucked at your clit, circling that little bundle of nerves until you were a trembling mess sitting astride his face. You kept one hand firmly twisted in his hair, as you reached behind you and curled your fingers around his cock.

“Fuck.” Javier hissed out from between your thighs, drawing back for a brief second to catch his breath, before his mouth returned to exploring every sensitive spot he could discover. As if he didn’t have an intimate map of every inch of your body already.

You shifted, dragging your cunt over his mouth as you worked your hand over his length. Every little sound he made went straight through you as he teased at your clit. You weren’t even certain if your first release had even stopped, before he sent you careening over the edge again.

“I… I can’t—” You panted out, tugging sharply at his hair as you pulled away from his mouth. Javier’s lips were slick with your arousal, his mustache and scruff glistening with it as you looked down at him.

“Rendered you speechless, baby?” Javier questioned as you repositioned yourself above him so you could lean down to kiss him. He gingerly brushed your hair away from your clammy cheeks, tucking it behind your ears.

“Just a little.” You confirmed with a grin, bumping your nose against his as you brushed your lips over his. “This thing you keep doing… your shirt half-unbuttoned… is a very weird turn on.” You admitted to him, combing your fingers through his hair as you kept yourself nose-to-nose with him.

“Really?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. “I’ve always thought you were sexy, Javi… but this is a good look.”

Javier tilted his head and kissed you again, “Maybe I’ll keep the look, just for you, baby.”

“Please.” You whispered, dragging your fingers through his hair slowly.

He ran his hand down your spine, giving your ass a squeeze. “Anything you want.” Javier promised you.

You grinned at him, planting another kiss on his lips before you sat back up. “Right now, I want to fuck you, Javi.” You told him as you reached behind you and curled your fingers around his cock, giving him a short pump.

“After… tonight.” Javier drew in a ragged breath as he watched you rise up on your knees and position his cock between your thighs.

“Hmm?” You questioned, licking your lips as you looked down at him.

“I think it might be time for you to really… fuck me again.” He told you as he skimmed his hands over your thighs.

Your eyes lit up, “Whenever you want me too, Javi.” God, you’d been wanting to pull the strap-on back out again, but you’d been waiting for him to initiate it. It wasn’t something you felt like you could just propose without making him feel pressured. And that was the last thing you wanted out of that situation.

Javier ran one hand up over your stomach to grasp at your breast as you slowly started to sink down onto his cock, “But right now I want you to ride me, baby. Come on. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

You took the full length of his cock into your body, moaning as your hips met his, before you rose back up on your knees and repeated the action over again. One hand slid from your hip, slipping around to grab at your ass as you moved atop him.

A moan slipped past your lips as you shifted the angle, arching back as you rolled your hips downwards, driving yourself onto his cock again and again.

Javier’s slapped your ass lightly. Spurred on by the sound that escaped you, his hand fell against your ass with a little more force and you couldn’t help the way you clenched around his cock as you rolled downwards.

“Fuck, you feel good Javi.” You panted out, grabbing at his thigh for support as you worked yourself onto him. “Touch me. Please.” You begged softly, your cunt fluttering once more as his thumb crazed your over-sensitive clit.

“Baby, I’m close.” He warned you, his brows furrowed as he looked up at you. “Fuck. Come on, baby. Come on.” Javier drawled out. “Can you come for me? Wanna feel you.” His thumb worked hasty circles over your clit, trying to push you over the edge for a third time.

You were almost too sensitive. You were right on the edge, every nerve ending in your body practically humming with your impending release.

Javier stopped teasing you, grabbing at your hips to still you as you sat astride his cock. Both of your chests were heaving from the effort, his eyes blown wide with the sort of lust that made desire coil in your gut. “Get on your knees.” He told you, giving your hips three short squeezes.

Your thighs burned as you climbed off of him, rolling onto your stomach first before you gathered yourself onto your hands and knees before him.

He stroked his hand over your lower back as he guided his cock to your center. You couldn’t help the groan that escaped you as his cock filled you again. And the near whine that followed as you sank forward on your arms as he all but railed into you.

His hips snapped against you, driving his cock right into that sweet spot within you again and again… until there was nothing left to do but come for him. Just like he’d told you to. Right on the heels of two earth-shattering releases, his cock hitting your G-spot with every thrust — you bit down on the comforter to keep from crying out as your release finally hit.

Javier’s hands were everywhere. Gripping at your hips, running down your spine, slipping around to tease your throbbing clit as you came apart around his cock. “Oh, fuck baby—” He grunted out as you gushed for him, mere seconds before he spilled into you. You swore you could feel and hear your pulse, throughout your entire body.

“I think you broke me.” You managed to get out, though your voice was muffled by the way you were laying face-down on the mattress. You nearly whimpered as Javier pulled out of you, your legs finally giving out on you.

“Shit, baby.” Javier murmured, mostly to himself because you were fairly certain you were dead. He ran his hands over the backs of your thighs. “Look at you.” He whispered, using his thumb to press his come back inside of you, before he moved to lay down on his back beside you on the bed.

You turned your head slowly, your cheek pressed against the bed as you watched him stick his thumb in his mouth, flashing you a cocky grin. “Hey.” You smiled at him, eyes half-closed as you met his gaze.

With a slight wince, he rolled onto his side — the one you knew was his bad shoulder — so he could face you. “Was that what you needed, baby?” He questioned, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“Mmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, wiggling your hips as you felt his come starting to slide out of you, joining the noticeable damp spot you’d left on the bedding beneath you. “That’s what I wanted.” You corrected, “All I ever need is you.”

Javier scooted closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled. “And because I love you so much… I called the Murphys. They’re down for taking the kids to the pool tomorrow so you can have a much deserved day off.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

You scrunched up your nose as you let him pull you towards him, draping yourself over his chest as he sank back flat onto the mattress. “I think we’re stuck together until we figure that one out.”

He kissed your cheek. “Good, because I don’t know if there’s an answer.”

“Stuck with you sounds like the best alternatively.” You giggled to yourself, before you added. “Who could complain about being stuck with a DILF?”

Eventually, you’d both have to get up and sleep like normal people in bed. But this, right there — was perfect.

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jpegjade · 4 years

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Mr. Loverman (Pt. 3)

Alright frens and ferns. we’re gonna go through this shorter chapter. Still like 3 google docs pages but my fics are normally like 4-6 pages. (if you can’t tell, i’m a one-shot writer AND HAVENT WRITTEN A STORY FIC SINCE I WAS LIKE 14. shoutout to the wattpad days.) so this one is shorter bc i need to work but i wanted to put this out. part 4 will be much longer. idk how long im gonna end up making this fic in the end. ((yall gotta keep me encouraged to focus on this thing bc my adhd will in fact leave you all hanging on a cliff hanger and we wont look back lmao)))

i apologize for the shortness. i also apologize for adding the person i hate with a BURNING passion. yall just dont know. anyway, i’m so sorry. and for those who haven’t gotten to 11/12, there are no spoilers. this is like independent of that storyline and kinda after but i’ll explain a little in the next chapter. but i wanted to keep this true to the cm universe. also i didn’t want to create a wholeass character with a tragic backstory to explain why they’re a psychopath when in reality they just suck. that takes too damn long

warnings: none that i can think of. ((i dont even think i swore once. im so fucking proud. oops)) and no, i didnt proof read. so roll with any mistakes.

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mr. loverman 2: bloop bloop

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“Y/n, have you seen anything or anyone suspicious lately? Anyone you recognized from one place appearing in other spaces?” Prentiss said.

Everyone was staring at you. You felt the pressure on you to say the right thing but you didn’t know. You didn’t know what to say so you tried honesty.

“No, not that I’ve noticed. Sorry if that makes things harder.” You sighed.

You felt like you were letting everyone down because you didn’t notice anyone. Everything in your life was mundane and nothing stood out. You were super aware of your surroundings but you still felt like it wasn’t enough. You spent more time than ever in your apartment, which was hell but necessary with everything going on.

“Here’s the problem.” Emily started. “We have received intel that you’re on a bounty hunter’s hit list. Not only that but they have been watching you for some time now.”

You were speechless. Who would pay to have you killed? Who did you piss off enough to pay money to have you killed? And what did this bounty hunter look like? This made you incredibly nervous and despite being away for two years, your body just reacted.

Spencer told himself not to freak out. This didn’t mean anything. You were holding his hand tightly. It was what you used to do every time you got scared. Spencer squeezed your hand a little bit to let you know he was there and then he felt you squeeze back. You didn’t let go of his hand through the rest of the conversation but Spencer was barely paying attention. Garcia eventually ushered the two of you out of the room and back to your temporary bedroom.

The silence between you and Spencer was incredibly loud. You let go of his hand as soon as you got to the breakroom, apologizing.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” You said. You figured that he would know what you were talking about. You sat in your corner of the mattress where you previously sat and Spencer sat in the space he occupied before the meeting.

“No, you were scared. It’s okay.” He said.

Silence that seemed to last forever happened. You were thinking about him and he was thinking about you. You were both so nervous about what came next but you didn’t know what to say. It took forever to come up with something but Spencer came up with something.

“I wasn’t lying.” Spencer looked down at his shoes.

“About?” You said, confused. You leaned your head against the wall. You were getting so tired.

“Missing you. You have been all that I’ve thought about through these past two years.” He said, finally looking up at you.

“Spence…” You said, yawning. You closed your eyes for a moment.

“I haven’t connected to anyone else as naturally as I connected with you.” He said.

“Well, I guess I can’t say anything different since I haven’t been able to move on.” You said, sleepily. It had been a long day and you were beyond exhausted. When you’re that tired, anything you say is bound to be unfiltered.

“You were the only one who cared for me, all of me, and didn’t mind everything that came with me. No one gets that. No one cares about me like you do, even now. I couldn’t bear to take the ring off because it would mean losing a piece of you. And I couldn’t do that. I may have broken off the relationship but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you. To this day, I…” You barely said before you fell asleep.

Spencer thought about waking you but you looked so peaceful. He hated when he was left on a cliffhanger, especially like this, but you needed rest. So Spencer gently helped you lay down and covered you with your blanket. He was about to walk outside the door to guard and take a breather but you grabbed his arm and mumbled a very small, “Stay.”

And that’s what he did. He stayed, holding you while you slept peacefully. He was so comfortable that he eventually nodded off. That was the first time in two years that he didn’t have a nightmare that scared him awake.

When he woke up, you were nowhere to be found. Frantically searching, he ran all over the floor before noticing it was sunrise. You loved watching the sun rise in the mornings with a cup of coffee and a nice playlist going.

“Hey, Spence.” You said, looking out the window. You looked rested, not tired like yesterday.

“Y/n, you scared me. I thought something happened.” He said, looking at you. How did you make a sundress look so pretty?

“Sorry. I thought about waking you but you were smiling in your sleep, the small, happy smile you do, and I wanted you to sleep. Besides, I had Cat to keep me company.”

Spencer’s blood ran cold. That wasn’t possible. He was jumping to conclusions and you were sure it was just an intern or someone who…

“Hey Spencie. I’m having a grand time with y/n here. She’s a ball of sunshine.” Cat said, a fake smile fading into a straight face.

Spencer immediately grabbed for his gun but didn’t find it anywhere on his hip.

“Looking for this?” Cat took the gun out of her bag and pointed it directly at Spencer.

Your head could barely comprehend what was happening. You were instructed to put your hands up and walk into the conference room, sitting across from each other.

“And no touching. That’s no fun.” Cat pointed the gun at Spencer. You noticed that she was fixated on Spencer. You guessed that they somehow knew each other.

You were already in tears. What was happening? Could you make it out of this one alive?

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be-the-spark-flyboy · 4 years

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Migraine

Call It What You Want (6/?)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Med student!Poe x Reader

A/N: OH MAI GAWD we’re finally getting somewhere with the plot can you believe???I apologize for the slowest of slowburns ever also I rlly am sorry for hurting Poe like this but im not done yet oops

Chapter Summary: Bby isn’t feeling so good :(

Warnings: swearing, fluff (finally), then angst immediately after oops

Word count: 1.7k

Poe walks into the living room as Finn and Rey watch him drag his feet, dropping face-first onto the couch.

“Did you do it?” Rey asks. Poe nods his head, his face still pressed into the cushion.

“Do what?” Finn asks.

“You didn’t tell him?” Rey questions Poe.

“Nope,” he says, voice muffled.

“Tell me what?” Finn asks again, getting confused.

“How did it go?” Rey completely ignores her boyfriend, too invested in the news Poe was about to divulge.

“Excuse me! How did what go? What did y’all do?” Finn was getting worked up at how they were ignoring him.

Poe props himself up on his elbows. “Didn’t make a scene because, guess what? She’s already seeing someone,”

“What the hell, man!” Rey exclaims, further confusing Finn. He was so close to shaking one of them by the shoulders demanding answers.

Poe continues unfazed by Finn glaring daggers at the two of them. “Didn’t even have the decency to end it with me first,”

“Did you break up with Sarah?” Finn exclaims, finally catching on. Poe nods. “Oh finally,” When two sets of eyes fix on him, glaring, he clears his throat and says, “I mean, oh shit, how are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Poe whines, dropping his head back onto the cushion. A part of him had hoped he would feel better after breaking up with Sarah, but it only left him feeling more down than anything. He should’ve just listened to Finn and ended it before it got so out of hand. Well, at least he has one less thing to worry about now.

—-

Poe groans when hears a soft knock from his bedroom door. He thought Rey and Finn had already left for the dental appointment. But then, when did they ever knock before barging into his room?

Poe had assured Rey that he’d be fine when she asked before leaving, but the migraine was really kicking his ass. He couldn’t even stand without feeling like he was going to fall over or throw up, he tried to sleep but the pain didn’t let him. So he there he was, sprawled across the bed on his stomach buried under the covers.

“The door’s open,” he grumbles and the door opens. He lifts his head from the mattress, watching you walk in. Suddenly, Poe becomes very aware of how his unruly curls stick out in every direction and how he looks like he hasn’t slept in days because he hasn’t. He blinks, wondering if he was hallucinating all of a sudden.

“Hey, Poe,” you greet him watching him squint back at you, blinking blearily. The curtains are wide open, sunlight shining straight into his eyes. You walk over to the window and draw them close.

“Thanks,” he gives you a shy smile, finally snapping out of the daze. “What are doing here?”

“Oh, Rey called. She said you weren’t feeling so well and that she and Finn won’t be around for a little while. So I volunteered to babysit,” You smile at him.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Poe replies, not even acting like he was offended that you called it babysitting, too busy trying to suppress the giddy smile growing on his face. You care about him.

“No offence Poe, but you really don’t look like you’re doing great,” You did have a point.

Poe dramatically flops back onto the mattress, groaning. “I feel horrible,”

He hears you chuckle at his antics, striding closer to him. You kneel by the bed and he adjusts his head to get a better look at you. “Did you eat anything yet?”

“Nope, I feel nauseous,” He presses his face back into the sheets.

“Can I get you something? Maybe soup? It’s a little more light,” You suggest.

“Okay,“ the smile fully stretched across his face. The migraine didn’t seem to bad all of a sudden.

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You’re back at the dining table, the same spot you took the first time you stayed over at the apartment. Laptop open before you, skimming through the lecture contents.

You couldn’t help but feel bad for Poe when Rey had called you asking if you could keep an eye on him for her. Rey was bringing Finn along to her dental appointment, way too scared to go on her own. It wasn’t like Poe couldn’t take care of himself, but she felt bad leaving him alone anyways.

You had a lecture at that time but fortunately one of your classmates were willing to share notes so you thought it wouldn’t be too bad if you missed just one lecture. You didn’t tell any of trio, knowing how they’d hate to be the reason you miss out on your class.

Poe was asleep in his room upstairs. The soup you gave seemed to be doing fine with his stomach, thankfully. Rey had called to tell you that they were taking more time than expected at the clinic. You had no problems with staying a little longer.

You hear the door swing open upstairs and Poe emerges in the kitchen a few moments later. “Feeling better?” you ask him.

“Yep, much better, thanks to you.” Thankfully, he turns away as he fills a cup with water because you definitely don’t want him to see how your face briefly warms up at the compliment.

Poe joins you at the table, and you can’t help but think of the previous time you were in that position. You weren’t unaware that spending more time with him was only going to make things worse for you. If you had any sense of self-preservation you would’ve made yourself scarce around him. You did try after new years eve. It still escaped you how Poe managed to befriend you so quickly while you took forever with anyone else. You just felt drawn to him.

Poe quietly sips on his water, unaware of your inner turmoil as you blankly stared at the screen. You know you’re only going to fall harder and end up hurting yourself. You really should try harder to distance yourself from him.

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“I used to have a massive crush on Finn back in middle school,” Poe confesses. You and Poe lay under the throw blanket on the couch, reruns of some old show playing on the TV, but neither of you are watching it. Poe suggested a game, 21 questions, claiming he was bored and it was the only thing that could entertain him. So much for distancing yourself.

The questions started out innocent, plain boring, like what’s your favourite colour? then quickly escalating to at what age did you loose your virginity? Before you know, your laughing with him on the couch clutching you half-empty mug, Poe’s empty on laying in the coffee table.

“What?” The way your eyes widen comically draws a laugh from Poe. “Does Finn know?”

“I’m pretty sure everyone knew, I wasn’t exactly subtle. Its embarrassing,” That triggers more laughter from you. “In my defense, everyone had a crush on Finn at one point,” Poe watches you laugh at his expense, smiling brighter, feeling lighter than he had for months. He would recount every single one of his embarrassing childhood memories if it got you laughing like that. He’s in so much trouble. “Okay, your turn,”

An embarrassing childhood memory. You have a plethora of those. You sip your coffee pondering, which one to share? Placing your mug on the coffee table, you lean back into the couch and Poe rests his head on your shoulder. The silence stretches as you remain like that for a few more serene moments, game forgotten, only the sounds of the characters on screen punctuating the otherwise peaceful night.

You turn when you hear Poe whisper your name, your eyes lock on his and you can’t seem to look away. He holds your gaze as he looks up at you, making you feel so exposed with those big brown eyes you never knew could be so piercing. He looks like he’s about to say something, then decides against it.

Instead, he tilts his head up, brushing his lips against yours, breath fanning your cheeks as he ventures further when you don’t pull away. His hands cradle your jaw, touch light like feather on your skin. Your eyelids flutter as his thumb caresses your cheekbone.

You’re kissing him before you mind catches up with your actions. His tongue brushes over your bottom lips then against your own, wet and warm, tasting sweet like the coffee he had, black, with three sugars.

An arm winds around your waist, pulling you into his chest and you follow blindly. The warmth emanating from his chest and feeling of his heart thundering beneath your palms. You could loose yourself in it. In him.

Almost just as soon as you had him, you’re ripped away from him when the sound of a key turning in the front door lock jolts the two of you apart. “We’re home!” Rey sings as she and Finn walk through the door.

Oh fuck. What did you just do?

You scramble up from the couch, quickly making up a shoddy excuse before throwing yourself out the front door, your belongings haphazardly gathered up in your arms, leaving all three of your friends stunned in your wake.

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“Damn, Poe. What did you do?” Finn asks closing the door after you.

The way you were kissing him one moment and then suddenly disappearing the next almost gave Poe whiplash. “Huh? Why do you think I did something?” Both Finn and Rey gave him a look full of disbelief. “We might have kissed,” he utters the last word like a whisper. “And she just ran out like that,” he says flailing his arms in the direction you disappeared in. Did he go too far? You wouldn’t have kissed him back if you didn’t want to, right? Fuck, what did he do wrong?

“Did you tell her you broke up with Sarah?” Rey asks him. Always hitting the nail right on the head.

“Oh, oh no,” he didn’t, it never came up and he didn’t even think of it.

“You fucked up, son,” Finn interjects, grimacing like he was feeling second hand embarrassment from the whole situation.

“You didn’t tell her by any chance?” Poe asks, turning to Rey.

“Why would I tell her? Do you think we got nothing better to do than sit around gossiping about friends?”

“I’m an idiot,” Poe says, more to himself to anyone else.

“The migraine sure messed with your mind,” Finn chuckles.

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renjunsmom · 4 years

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What is love? | l. jeno

Ghost! Jeno x Human! reader

a/n: im back!! well i dont know if i’ll continue writing on this blog but this has been sitting in my drafts for forever so i figured i would just finish it and post it. i’ll be writing on my new hq writing sideblog @happytsukki !! hope you enjoy, its kinda messy oops.

some say “new year, new me” but unfortunately for you it also meant a new house

moving was just as bad as you think

the trouble of unpacking and packing,,,,the worst part was having to adjust to the entirely new environment

so it was pretty lonely

well, until you met the ghost that lived in your new house

i know what you’re thinking

it was horrifying at first

one day you were simply trying to put away extra plates on the top shelf in the kitchen

feeling accomplished you began unpacking something else

you placed the heavy box onto the counter not even realizing you shook the stack of plates directly above you

a plate was imminently gonna fall on you

luckily for you the boy living in your house caught it as it grazed your hair

looking up you see the plate and turn to your savior

SCREAAAAAAAAMMMMMM

you didn’t know if you were most shocked about how attractive the guy’s face was or the fact that this was a stanger in your home

you quickly grabbed the nearest thing to protect you

a spatula

“back off, or i-i’m gonna flip your ass outta here” you threatened

instead of retreating back in fear the odd boy began laughing

he held his stomach as tears began falling from his eyes

“you’re threatening me with a, a spatula???”

you gave him a death stare

“okay okay fine. i’m lee jeno, your roommate i guess you could say.”

hOL UP

“roommate?? who is you???”

jeno put out his hand and gave you a bright smile

“my bad, let me be more specific: i’m a ghost and i can’t leave this house”

this sounded like a load of bs to you,,,so you pushed his hand out of the way and examined him

“a ghost?”

his skin did seem to be unusually fair and under his cute eyes were so heavy bags

“believe it or not, i, lee jeno am a ghost but don’t worry. i know how to pass on peacefully, but i’ll need your help.”

the next few months made you feel like sherlock holmes

you agreed to help jeno pass on by helping him find out what happened to his parents

living in the same house with him was extremely difficult

he was always popping up in random places, giving you the biggest jumpscares

when your parents came home from long business trips it wasn’t easy hiding him

but jeno became your best friend and gave some damn good love advice

you had a crush on na jaemin, the boy next door

he was basically perfect package 📦

sadly you could never muster up the courage to converse with him

but jeno insisted

first he threw a rock from your window to his

then he left your window open which seemed like an open invitation to talk

next thing you knew you were laughing and talking with THE na jaemin

it was a dream come true

for you

while the stars in your eyes shined brighter and your smile grew bigger everyday

jeno stood at the side admiring how beautiful you were

how he wished that he met you in his lifetime

he wondered if ghosts could have feelings, if they even had hearts

because if he did, his beat uncontrollably for you

“what is love?”

he asked you out of the blue one night

you thought long and hard:

“well love comes in many different forms, but love is caring for someone unconditionally sometimes without reason. its their image constantly creeping into your brain and just the sound of their voice giving you heart palpitations. most of all its the ability to accept their flaws and imperfections.”

jeno was mesmerized by your words

but the thought saddened him

“i wish i fell in love before i, you know, died” he confessed

you looked into his sullen eyes, feeling the deep pain he suffered from

oh how you wished you knew what to tell him. what are you supposed to tell a ghost? you wished you could tell him that he would eventually find someone, someone who could give him the world, like he deserved. but fate proved to be cruel and deep down you knew the circumstances were different.

you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, giving off the warmth and love he’d been longing for

“but i happened to fall in love in my afterlife” he whispered

you didn’t hear, already drawing back from the warm embrace by that time.

exhaustion fell over your body and you let out a yawn. “i’m sleepy now jeno. goodnight and sweet dreams.”

He nodded and walked towards the door but before leaving he looked at you, laying there so peacefully. how your mouth hung slightly ajar and the way you snored ever so lightly caused his lips to curl up.

“goodnight, my love.”

the next morning you quickly grabbed breakfast and darted for the door. last week you promised jeno you would look into his death more.

but something stopped you. at your doorstep stood a couple in their late 40s. their faces soaked with tears and eyes swollen red. in the man’s hand was a picture frame.

“oh, i’m sorry, we didn’t realize someone was home right now. we’ll leave immediately.” he spoke between his sobs.

the woman next to him wailed, clutching her heart and holding a baseball. “w-we happened to pass by and we just wanted to reminisce by our old home. you see, our son died a year ago from a hit and run; he loved this home more than anything, except maybe baseball.” she managed to stifle out a dry laugh at the last part.

but your world stopped. suddenly you felt the presence of jeno by your side. his mouth hung agape and his eyes widened at the sight of the couple. “mom? dad?” he managed to whisper amidst his shock.

tears spilled down his eyes, but unlike his parents, his voice had no despair or pain. he simply laughed, “thank you. thank you for visiting me today.” He took a step forward and tried to wrap his arms around his parents, but they immediately fell through and dissipated.

While the scene unraveled you could do nothing but stare at jeno and his parents. you wanted to yell: He’s right here in front of you! He didn’t go anywhere!

but you knew that only you could see him and instead you flung your arms around the strangers. sobbing along with them. “i’m sorry for you loss. I’m sure he was a great person.”

they felt so moved by your sudden sympathy and asked you if they could leave his picture here. you happily accepted, knowing that his spirit would soon be able to pass.

when they left you looked over at jeno, his eyes already boring into you with a grin planted on his face.

“hey, don’t look at me like that, i’m a mess” you whined, covering your face from his view.

“y/n. thank you.” was all he said. he inched forward and engulfed you in a hug, tighter than the other ones since he knew this would be his last.

“you’re so dramatic jeno.” you said into his shoulder. “i didn’t even do anything. i’m a pretty useless detective because they basically just came to me.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and gently took your fingertips into his, “that may be so, but because of you i got to feel what love was. i thought i would leave this world without ever feeling my heart race or finding someone’s hands fit perfectly into mine.”

“i love you y/n. and though we didn’t meet in this life, i hope we can meet in the next one. i’m depending on it.” he declared, wiping away the single tear that fell from the corner of your eye. He leaned forward, holding his forehead to yours and and took in all the emotions.

He kissed the tip of your nose and you couldn’t help but giggle, “I should be thanking you jeno. you taught me love, and i wish i saw it earlier. you are love. now, you better not break your promise, we have to meet in the next life.”

He pulled back and smiled in endearment, “of course y/n. but don’t be a lonely cat lady, okay? be with jaemin, i can tell he’s a good guy and i want the best for you. goodbye my love.”

Then he disappeared without a trace. the only remembrance you had of him was the picture his parents gave you. written on the back was a surprise little note that read I’ll marry you in the next life, i promise. love, lee jeno.

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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I'm painting my house! BEGONE UGLY YELLOW!!! What about some family fluff painting day?

ok this is definitely not what you were talking about BUT it’s still painting s o o o

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“Uh oh!”

“Shh. They’ll wake up if you’re not quiet.”

Something brushes lightly across your bare back, tickling softly between your shoulder blades.

You’d love to guess Loki’s hand, but he’s fast asleep beside you, hand resting just under your chin—he must’ve had a hand on your cheek when you fell asleep.

“Uh oh.”

“Stop sayin’ that, Blueberry, it’s fine. They’re gonna love it!”

“…uh oh.”

The third little “uh oh” rouses you from your rest, the blurry bedroom slowly coming into focus as you blink.

As expected, your kids are visiting this lovely early morning—Elliot sprawled across Loki’s legs, little Frigg sitting calmly between the two of you.

“Wha’s goin’on?” You mumble, keenly aware of the fact that you’re a bit…bare, and probably shouldn’t roll over until you’re able to get the blankets back.

Elliot just gives you a sheepish grin, whipping his hands behind his back to hide. “Nothin’.”

“I don’t believe you,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “Frigg, honey, what’re you doing back there?”

“Uh oh,” she whispers.

That’s comforting.

“Is that—is that a paintbrush??”

Elliot’s face falls. “It’s washable! It’ll come right off!”

“Elliot!” You’d sit up, or at least roll over, but Frigg takes the wet paintbrush to your back again and you realise that might not be the best option, considering you apparently have a work of art smeared across your back. “What on earth made you think this was a good idea??”

He gives you another sheepish grin, twirling his paintbrush between his fingers. “Um…I just, um…Frigg told me to do it.”

“Uh oh.”

“Frigg told you,” you repeat, trying to give him your best glare over your shoulder. “Frigg, the baby. She told you to come paint your parents?”

His bright eyes flit away from yours.

“…yup.”

“You know she only knows about four words, right?”

“Yup. She’s a real smart baby.”

You bury your face back in your pillow with a quiet groan. “Elliot, don’t lie to me.”

It only takes about two seconds before he cracks.

The tears come first, lip wobbling as his eyes brim with tears, and he flops off of Loki’s thighs to bury his face in the blankets, muffled sobs echoing through the room.

“I’m sorry,” he cries, “I just—I just wanna draw, and-and I wanted t’ do somethin’ with Frigg, and you’re just layin’ here—”

“Elliot,” you whisper, reaching back to rub a hand over his back. “Elliot. It’s okay, sweetheart. Look at me.”

He lifts his head, eyes red and sniffling. “I’m sorry, mommy.”

“I forgive you,” you quietly assure him with a gentle smile. “You just can’t lie to me like that. And you definitely can’t blame your sister for things that you do, you understand?”

“I understand.” He nods furiously, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “Really, I do, I understand.”

“We’re all good, then.” Grabbing your pillow, you clutch it close and prop yourself up on your elbows to smile at him. “Now show me this piece of art you’re making. Dad’s back makes for a good canvas, doesn’t it?”

“Dah,” Frigg agrees.

Paintbrush abandoned, she’s apparently decided to switch to finger-painting your back, tiny fingers smearing across your shoulder blades.

Elliot nods, picking his paintbrush back up. “Well, I-I took all the bumps and made ‘em into stars. Kinda looks like space, doesn’t it?”

You scoot your way closer, studying the paint drying on Loki’s bare back—he might just be pretending to sleep, at this point, you wouldn’t put it past him.

All the bumps, Elliot said.

The bumps, apparently meaning the scars.

Each scar, each freckle on Loki’s back has been painted a dark blue, contrasting against his pale skin rather beautifully, actually. With his paleness and the painted scars and the darkened freckles, an expanse of constellations stretches across your husband’s back—you can’t believe you never noticed.

“That’s beautiful,” you tell your son in a hushed voice. “Geez, Elliot, you’ve got a good eye for hidden art.”

“Thank you!” A bright smile spreads over his face. “If he turned blue, then it’d really look like space, but I’m just gonna imagine it.”

That really would, completing the masterpiece perfectly; you’ve half a mind to run and get an ice cube, make him turn blue in his sleep just to finish off the painting, but at that moment, Loki squirms.

“Mmmf.”

“Dah!” Frigg gives your back one last swipe with green-painted hands, then clambers over the mattress to Loki. “Dah, dah!”

His eyes flutter open and her little hands go straight to his cheek.

“Dah,” she coos, a gummy grin on her tiny lips.

“Morning, Frigg,” he laughs. “I hope that’s only paint on your hands.”

The little handprint she leaves on his cheek brings a laugh to your lips, and Loki reaches up to grab her chubby hand and plant a kiss on her knuckles.

“What brought about this cozy art session?” He yawns, huffing a disobedient lock of hair out of his face. “To be conducted in the nude, nonetheless?”

“Watch it,” you laugh and smack him lightly on the arm. “Elliot and Frigg wanted to paint, and somehow we ended up as the canvases.” You point at your back, laying back down on your stomach with a grin. “What do you think? Frigg painted this.”

“Me!” She bounces a little as she laughs, waving her green hands in the air.

Pushing himself up on his arms, he lightly pinches her cheek. “You, sweetheart? It’s absolutely beautiful, a masterpiece if I’ve ever seen one.”

He leans over to press a firm kiss to your cheek as you lay there, head turned to him and a conundrum of colours smeared around your back, unable to stop the smile that spreads over your face.

You turn your head just a bit, catching his lips in a deeper kiss before he can move away.

“I think you had the perfect canvas, Frigg.” Loki sighs happily when you break away. “Just look at your mother. A work of art even before the paint.”

“That’s enough, silvertongue.” You shake your head at him with a laugh. “Elliot, you should tell dad what you painted.”

“I painted the sky,” Elliot answers excitedly. “It’s space, and I drew some stars and I made all your bumps into stars, and they made a constellation!”

“All my bumps?”

“One sec. Can you turn blue real quick, Loki?” You reach over for your phone, focusing the camera on his scarred back as it shifts to that beautiful blue. “Look at what he saw.”

Scooting closer to him, you bump your arm into his and show him the photo.

“It’s even better when you’re blue like this,” Elliot pipes up, taking the brush back to Loki’s skin, touching up on the little body painting.

Loki just blinks a couple times, still staring at the photo.

A bit of hair falls in front of his face and you quickly push it behind his blue ear, a bit of anxiousness starting to prick at your heart—how’s he going to take this?

“I think it’s beautiful,” you offer, and dart forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “We’ve got two little artists on our hands.”

“Wha’d’ya think, daddy?”

“You’re going to make me cry.”

He buries his face in his pillow, and you and Elliot can’t help but laugh.

“I’m not joking,” he laughs, voice muffled, “you can’t go around saying things like that, you can’t be that soft with me.”

“Yeah, I can!” Elliot argues with a grin. “I love you, so hah!”

Frigg lets out a string of garbled giggles in agreement, bright eyes jumping from each of your smiles to the next.

Head still shoved in the pillow, Loki lets out an anguished groan. “You three. You end me. You ruin me.”

“Guilty as charged,” you hum with a smile. Taking his hand in yours, you lay back down beside him and plant a kiss on the tip of his blue nose. “Are you two done back there or is this how the entire morning is going to be spent?”

“Don’t move,” Elliot orders, climbing back onto Loki’s thighs. “I’m gonna draw the moon. Pass me the white paint, Blueberry?”

Loki grins at the little gurgle from the other end of the bed.

“Fine, I’ll get it,” your son huffs, and a hand lands heavily on the back of your leg as he reaches over the two of you for the open tub of paint. “I can’t—reach—oop.”

Something warm spreads over your thigh.

In the sudden silence of the cozy little room, Frigg speaks volumes.

“Uh oh.”

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