#we can umm... give you another blanket if you um... get too cold

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Hello~ 😨 I'm glad there ummm... doesn't seem to be life threatening um... conditions. I umm... hope the bed is comfy

UPDATE I tried to stab azul, got beat up by a student and then the tweels, infirmary anon cant wait to hang out with you

Thank you for your confession

😭😭😭 bro

[xoxo-teddybear]

Hi! Um I was wondering if you could write a Domestic Bakugou where they were doing the do and the kid( I forgot his name wtf-😭) caught them? And then Like the next day at school my boy boy is doing it do other girls in his class- NOT LIKE IN A SEXUAL WAY👴🏽🤏🏽🕶 like when they got caught bakugo would say” I’m just protecting your mom from my villains” or sum shit💀✋🏽 So now he is like trying protect his friends 😭Just wondering😁

Ima crack writer so HERE WE GO!!😎

Do As I Say, Not As I Do

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Crack, smexy times, cursing, domestic

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“S-Slow down Suki!”

Your husband pounded into you at an alarming pace. Katsuki came home from work feeling a little frisky and so when their beloved son, Katsuo, was fast asleep, the couple decided to get it on. It was around four in the morning and you two had been going at it for an hour, already 3 orgasms in.

Your bodies were covered underneath the blanket as Bakugou rammed into you. His large arms held your torso close as your own wrapped around his neck. His aching member slipped in and out of you, head just kissing your cervix, as his heavy balls smacked against the swell of your ass. The sound in the room was terribly loud. The way your skin smacked against one another and your moans created a rough melody of sex. Thankfully, you lived in a rather large home and your son’s room was far, far away. Good thing he was a deep sleeper too.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle it?” Katsuki teased with his hot breath against your neck. At your every cry to go slower (in fear of awakening your son) Katsuki sped up his rhythm.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed. Katsuki rose above you and captured your neck in his hand. He stayed close to you as his free hand went to your hip and brought you close to him while he slammed into you. The fast movements caused the bed frame to bang against the wall as Katsuki moaned into your ear.

“S-Shit baby! Oh fuck, you feel so good. So perfect wrapped around my cock.” He groaned in your ear. The immense pleasure and husky voice had your back arching, giving your husband the chance to wrap his arm under you and flip you both over. You tried to keep the blanket covering you both as you bounced up and down his dick, but failed as the fabric traveled down to only cover your lower ass.

As you bounced, Katsuki continued to thrust up into you. His hands held onto your ass and gave it a smack from time to time. “K-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum! Please! Mm, yes! Don’t stop!”

At the sound of your voice, Katsuki’s hands went straight to your clit and ferociously rubbed at it. His actions had you throwing your head back and your pussy clenching around him. Katsuki noticeably jumped a bit when you began to tighten around his cock.

“Oh baby! God you’re squeezing me so damn tight.” He said as he kissed your chest. “F-Fuck, gonna make me put another brat inside ya. You want that? Wanna be full of my seed? Give me another one, yeah?”

You nodded your head as your eyes filled with tears due to all the pleasure. His grip on your waist grew tighter as your legs began to shake. The sound of skin slapping sped up as you and Bakugou drew closer and closer to your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He screamed as you moaned loudly. You both came at the same time and to silence the both of you, Katsuki pulled you in for a kiss. You both moaned into it as your hips grinded on his dick. His hand squeezed at your ass again before giving it another smack and then soothing the stinging sensation with soft rubs.

You kiss would’ve continued had it not been for a sweet little voice coming from the doorway. “Dad?”

At the sound, Katsuki instantly jumped and flipped you both over again, covering your bodies with the large sheet. He layed atop of you while you looked away from your son. The blanket covered you both, leaving nothing but your heads exposed. “Katsuo! Hi son, what’re you..Uh what’re you doing up?”

“What’re you guys doing?” Your son asked with his doe eyes he inherited from you. Katsuki’s member throbbed from inside you and he grunted at the feeling.

“Umm...I was just- just...protecting Mom from villains!” You gawked at your husband for his idiotic response. Out of everything he could’ve said, he said that?!

“Cool! I wanna help!” Your son said starry eyed but when he took a step to come closer, Katsuki screamed out.

“N-No! Uh- no, it’s okay bud. She’s fine. Okay? Uh..please go back to your room and go back to sleep. Okay? Yes? Please?” Katsuki asked with a hurried voice. Your son only smiled and nodded before running back to his room.

You both visibly became less tensed as the two of you released relieved sighs. You turned your head to your husband who remained inside of you and slanted your eyes at him when he gave you a cheeky smile. “We sure got outta that one, huh?”

“Get the hell off of me Katsuki!” You said, pushing his face away from you. The shove caused Katsuki’s member to slip out of you and you gasped at the loss. Katsuki smirked down at you and you only grunted at him. “Really? Protecting me from villains? that’s the best that you could come up with?!”

“Well what was I supposed to say?!” He screamed.

“Uh, I DONT KNOW! Maybe, ‘Oh, Mommy’s just cold. Oh, we’re not doing anything son. Oh, THIS IS JUST A FUCKING DREAM!!’ I mean, c’mon Katsuki!” You said.

“Would you have rather had me tell him I was stuffing your pretty pussy?” He asked with a smirk. You rewarded him with a smack to his chest and a pointed finger.

“I don’t need your sarcasm.”

Katsuki only backed up a bit to see the wrecked sight of you and noticed the white cream leaking out of you and onto the bed. “Heh, what you need is for daddy to fill you up one more time.”

“Yeah right, your horny ass just wants to cum again.” You said with sass.

“Yeah, guess what? You’re right, so help me satisfy myself. Besides, you got to cum four times while I’m sitting at two,” he said while peppering your face in kisses from above. “At least let me have one more, baby.”

You smirked and this time it was you that flipped each other over. Katsuki sat up while you sat on his groin. “I’ll help you in another way, Daddy.”

You kissed his lips for a few seconds before moving south to go down on him. It has been awhile since you’ve tasted your husband so this should definitely excite him. Katsuki was definitely shocked but couldn’t stop the huge smile growing on his face. He watched you swallow his member and when you hummed with his cock sitting in your throat, he threw his head back.

“Fuck yes Princess.” His hand found way into your hair as he helped you bob your head up and down. Katsuki was in for a long, long morning.

—

Speaking of mornings, Katsuo was going to be having an exciting one. He had a morning play date with Kirishima’s son and the twin Todoroki sisters.

Akio, Kirishima’s son, came by early and so you were happy to see the two boys getting along so well, just like their fathers. With the exception of Katsuo being much more nicer than Katsuki of course. When you opened the door to greet your best friend, Momo, and her two daughters, you assured the girls that they’d have a fun time.

The twins ran in after greeting you and giving you a hug which left you a few minutes to speak to Momo before she left. You walked to the glass door that gave view of the kids in the backyard and noticed how Homura (the twin with red hair) had gone to play with Akio while Yukine (the twin with white hair) had been drawn to Katsuo.

You always noticed the little blush on your son’s face whenever Yukine came around. You thought his little crush on the icy-calm girl was absolutely adorable. “Kids!”

The little 5 year olds turned their heads to see you calling for them.

“Come inside, the movie’s almost on!” Seeing their faces perk up at the sound of the children’s movie, you giggled and motioned for them to come in. They all happily followed you and got comfy on the large couch. You placed a few snacks on the table for them before turning the T.V on. “Alright Katsuo. You’re the oldest and Mommy has some training to do. Daddy’s upstairs working if you need anything but if you’re all set, can I trust you to keep everything steady in here?”

“I promise Mom!” Your young boy joyously said. You gave him a warm smile before pecking his cheek and walking to the master bedroom to change. You walked in to find your husband on his laptop finishing his reports on the bed.

You walked to your dresser and pulled out a bathing suit. This caught your husband’s attention and had him smirking in the corner. “If you put that on, I’m assuming that’s an invitation for me to rail you~”

You giggled at his wording before walking to him and giving him a quick peck. “It’s for training dummy. I’m gonna head downstairs to the pool and workout with my water bending.”

Katsuki still held his smirk as he pushed away his laptop and pulled you into his lap. You were a bit jumpy but nonetheless settled while straddling his lap. “I have another idea for a workout and if you’re wondering, it does involve bending.”

He pulled you in for a few sweet kisses before you hovered your lips above his own to speak. You smiled as you placed your hands on his chest to keep the horn dog at bay. “What is with you recently? First it’s you coming home to fuck me stupid and now it’s getting riled up from me just holding a bikini.”

“Can you blame me? I married the most beautiful woman in the world, so please believe I’m gonna take full advantage of that.” He replied. You chuckled a bit before he pulled you in for more kisses and a little heated make out session. Your tongues came in contact and began tangling as he took you by your ass and had you grind down on him.

“Mm..Suki, stop,” you said with a laugh as you pulled away. “Seriously, there’s kids downstairs and we definitely don’t want a repeat of what happened last night with our own.”

Bakugou just huffed and groaned while slumping in his spot. You knew he wasn’t mad because as you got off of him and walked the the bedroom door, you looked back at him to see him smiling at you with eyes that carried all the love in the world. You smiled back before walking downstairs.

As you walked down the hall, you hummed a little happy tune to yourself. You love your little family so much. Your beloved husband and your precious son meant the world to you. Nothing could ruin your mood. At least, that’s what you thought before a loud smack interrupted your humming. Your head snapped to the sound and you immediately ran to the living room to check up on the kids.

—

“Are you sure you’re doing it right, Katsuo?” Yukine’s sweet voice said.

“Yeah, yeah. I think my Dad went like..this? *SMACK*” Yukine released a little yelp at the hit and that was when you caught sight of everything.

“Uh, guys?” You asked while walking into the scene. “Is everything alright in- AHHHH!”

You walked in to find Homura and Akio in the kitchen putting plates away and your son and Yukine on the couch. What made you scream was the fact that Yukine was straddling your son’s lap and you just witnessed Katsuo smack her behind. You immediately ran to the two and picked Yukine up while putting her on the couch and dragging your son by the ear up to your room while constantly saying “No, no, no, no, no, no, no...”

—

Katsuki was continuing his work after you left but after just a few minutes, you came back in constantly saying “no” as you dragged your son in by his tiny ear.

“No, no, no, no, nope! No! NO!” You said and tugged Katsuo in by the ear and shut the door. “Katsuo? Sweetie? What was that all about?”

“Woah, hey, what’s going on?” Katsuki asked, shutting his laptop and getting up from the bed. “Katsuo what’d you do?”

“Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Mom just came in and started yelling.” Your son said in defense. Your husband looked to you in confusion but you sighed before whispering to him.

“Katsuki, I walked into the living room and Yukine was straddling Katsuo while he grabbed and smacked her ass!” You whisper-yelled. Katsuki’s eyes popped and his head snapped towards his son. On the inside, he wanted to laugh because damn his son was a playaaaaa but unfortunately he had to be a professional parent right now.

Katsuki walked to his son and crouched to his level. “Uh, Katsuo? Why did you smack Yukine? And why was she sitting on you?”

“I was doing what you did.” Katsuo simply said. Katsuki tilted his head in confusion with pointed brows as he pressed for more explanations.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I was protecting Yukine from villains cuz I wanna be a hero, just like you Dad!” Your son said with his adorable smile. “Just like how you were protecting Mom last night!”

Katsuki visibly got choked up at the last sentence and his mouth formed an “o” as he slowly turned to look up at you. He was still crouching as he stared up at your angry form that held eyes of fury and crossed arms. You looked towards your husband with a raised brow and he began to sweat a little with a nervous laugh leaving his mouth.

“Um, okay son. You had good intentions which is great but..you see..uhhhh....Y/N?” Katsuki asked for help as he turned towards you. You sighed and dropped your head as you walked to the two and dropped down to your son’s level.

“Katsuo, the way your dad was..protecting me last night is only for adults. Not for little angels like you. So please don’t do it again, okay?” You said while holding his little hands.

“Am I in trouble Mom?” Your son asked with a small pout.

“Of course not sweetie. Your dad was right, you had good intentions. Just- please don’t do it again my love.” You said with a wavering smile. Katsuo smile and nodded before asking another question.

“Can I do it when I’m older?” He asked with his pure child innocence. You froze up a bit and Katsuki laughed a little bit you turned to him and smacked his arm to get him to shut up.

“Uh- we’ll have that talk later, bud. For now just, please don’t do it. Okay? From now on, do as I say and not as I do.” Katsuki said and Katsuo listened. He nodded his head and you released a relived sigh before standing up and glaring at your husband. You dragged him by his arm to a corner and pointed a finger into his chest.

“The next time some B.S like this happens again, you won’t have to worry about protecting me from villains for a month. Am I clear, Katsuki?” You said with slanted eyes. Your husband had a quivering smile as he looked at you in very slight fear.

“Crystal.” He replied. You walked out the room to go and check on the kids leaving the boys in the room by themselves. Once your were a good distance away, Katsuki walked over to his son and looked down at him. Katsuki looked to each side of the room before looking back at your son and speaking. “Did Yukine make a noise when you hit her?”

Katsuo nodded and Katsuki smiled down at his boy before ruffling his head and pushing him to the bedroom exit. Katsuo understood and opened the door to go back downstairs as he laughed at his father’s rough but loving treatment. As Katsuki watched his son from the bed he couldn’t help but whisper a little. “That’s my boy. So proud.”

“What?” Katsuo asked as he thought he heard his father say something. Katsuki looked everywhere in the room except at the tiny child at the door.

“Huh? What? Hm? Ah, no, no. Nothing. Uh-...go back downstairs.” He said and Katsuo nodded before exiting. Katsuki layed back down on the bed with his arms behind his head as he smiled contently at the ceiling. “*sigh* Yeah, that’s definitely my son.”

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04

[talesofarcadia78]

Douxie moving in with the reader? Is this ok to request?

Yeah, definitely!

Sorry, my editor took a bit more time than I expected.

Hope you like it!

Beyond Any Doubt || One Shot

Bills, bills, bills.

Bills everywhere.

Douxie was on his laptop, frantically typing away how much money he owed people and how much he needed to pay for all his bills.

Douxie wasn't the type to ask for money from others, but it was an emergency. Now, everyone that he owed money too were chasing after him. And as for the bills, he couldn't pay all of them. Even though he had two jobs, it wasn't enough.

Tipping in Arcadia wasn't the best.

He tried to request the companies more time, but they all refused. If he didn't pay his bills on time, then his internet, water, electricity would all be disconnected. He couldn't afford that.

Many people tried to help him, saying that they'll give him money to pay everything and they won't ask for it back, but he denied any help. You, his girlfriend, even tried to help out but, as stubborn as he was, he just said no.

You were currently at the grocery store, buying some fruit for Douxie. As you were checking out, you noticed the Guardians of Arcadia were all goofing around outside. You smiled. They were finally having some fun after all the Arcane Order business.

Jim had pulled out Excalibur and is still the Trollhunter, Claire had gotten a lot stronger with her powers by the help of Douxie, we were able to save Toby, Archie magically appeared out of nowhere, claiming that he and his Dad had found a way out, Krel had gotten some headphones to listen to his music, since not everyone liked him blasting it out, Aja and Steve were happy with all 7 kids of theirs and Eli loved looking after them.

You walked out of the store and went over to the gang.

"Hey, gang!" you called out.

"Hi, Y/n!" they all called back.

"What are you guys doing?" you asked.

"We're all going to get ice cream," Toby replied.

"Wanna come?" Claire asked.

"Sorry guys, I can't. I need to drop these groceries off at Douxie’s. He hasn't been eating at all, lately," you shook your head.

"Do you need any help?" Jim inquired.

"Nah. I'll manage. You guys enjoy your ice cream!" you waved.

You were about to ring the doorbell, when you remembered that you had an extra key to his house. You pulled it out and opened the door.

You were greeted by silence.

Weird.

Whenever you were at Douxie's place, you were usually greeted by loud music but, today was a different story.

"Douxie!" you called, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.

You saw the bedroom door fling open, revealing a sleep deprived Douxie.

"Hey, love. What 'ya doing here?" Douxie asked, walking towards you.

"If you haven't noticed yourself, you haven't been taking care of yourself, so I came to check up on you and give you some food," you explained.

"I've been taking care of myself!" Douxie protested.

"Really?!" you crossed your arms. "Says the wizard who currently is obviously sleep deprived and probably hasn't eaten in god-knows-how-many days."

"Well, I've been busy," Douxie said.

"I know, I know. But you have to take care of yourself as well," you said.

"I just… I need to pay these bills and give people money. I just don't have time,' he sighed.

"Well, leave financial problems to the side for just half an hour," you instructed. "And eat."

"Fine," Douxie grumbled.

You unpacked the groceries and placed them all in the fridge. You tossed a banana to Douxie.

"Eat," you ordered.

He gobbled down the fruit in just a few seconds.

"Wow. I didn't realise I was so hungry," Douxie admitted.

"Okay. Now, eat this," you said, handing him a sandwich.

"You're going to just feed me food for half an hour?" Douxie asked, his mouth filled with bread.

"Of course not! After you eat that sandwich, I’m gonna make you go to sleep," you said.

"But-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"No 'buts' or 'ifs'. You will be going to sleep, that's my order," you lightly scolded.

After Douxie finished his sandwich you pushed him to his room. You confiscated his phone and laptop and put them outside.

"Now, you, Mr. Casperan, are going to sleep," you stated, heading out of his room just before he grabbed you wrist a spun you around to face him.

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Not until you kiss me."

He pulled back, waiting for you. You rolled your eyes and kissed him on his cheek.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you questioned.

"I meant- You know what…" Douxie leaned down and smashed his lips onto yours.

You were taken by surprise but you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and started to play with his hair, while he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you close. Soon after, the two of you pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you repeated.

Douxie didn't reply, he just started to walk forward, making you walk back. Your back suddenly hit a wall.

Your breath hitched as Douxie leaned in for another kiss.

Douxie found your hands behind his neck and pinned them on either side of you, interlocking your warm ones with his cold ones. Archie came strolling into the bedroom, but he quickly spun around when he saw the two of you making out. Giving the two of you privacy, he walked back outside.

Sooner then Douxie wanted, you pulled away for air.

"Now, you're going to bed," you said, pushing him away.

Douxie opened his mouth to speak but you placed a finger to his lips.

"No more excuses," you said, "Sleep."

You pushed him onto his bed and tucked him in and walked out of his room, closing the door behind you.

You plopped onto the couch and opened up Douxie's laptop. As soon as you opened it, you saw a bunch of numbers on the screen.

That's a lot of money.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," a voice spoke.

You jumped and looked towards the source. You realised it was just Archie and leaned back into the couch, while Archie flew to you and sat himself down in your lap.

"Hey, Arch. How's it going?" you asked.

"Good. I, uh… wanted to greet you earlier but you were um… preoccupied with Douxie," Archie hesitated.

You blushed and looked away, "Uh… we were just… umm… yeah."

"Anyways, about Douxie," Archie started, "I'm worried for him. I doubt he has the money to pay for everything. I've been trying to help him out by reaching out to a couple wizard friends of his, but there's only so much that I can do. Y/n, can you please help him out?"

"Of course I will, Arch. I just need to figure out how," you replied.

Archie nodded his head and sat there in silence, while you were thinking ways to help poor Douxie out. You started to absent-mindedly stroke Archie’s fur, earning a purr from him. After a couple of minutes, your eyes began to droop and you stopped stroking Archie. Soon, you fell into a deep slumber. The familiar noticed this and looked up to you, before he realised you were asleep. He carefully removed your hand off of him and he flew to get a throw blanket for you. When he returned, he heard very quiet snores from you. Archie laid the blanket on top of you and let you rest.

Half an hour later

Douxie was up and refreshed, while you were still peacefully asleep on the couch. Douxie opened up the door to see Archie playing with a ball of red yarn on a window sill. Archie noticed Douxie and stopped playing with the yarn. Douxie was about to ask where Y/n was but Archie held a finger up to his mouth and then pointed towards the couch. He walked over to the couch and saw that you were sleeping.

He smiled. You looked cute when you were asleep. Douxie quietly sat himself down next to you, planted a kiss on your temple and started to get back to his financial problem.

After 10 mins

You started to stir awake from your nap. As you opened your eyes, you felt a light tickling sensation in your hair. You saw Douxie was sitting next to you, staring at his laptop while absently ruffling your hair.

"Douxie," you whispered, instantly getting his attention.

"Hey there, love. Had a nice nap?" Douxie asked.

You only nodded your head. You tried to look what Douxie was doing on his laptop but you couldn't clearly read what was on the screen since you could only see half of it. Douxie opened up his arm and you snuggled into him. You once again saw numbers.

"Handling bills?" you guessed.

"Yeah," Douxie replied.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

"Hey, Doux," you called.

"Yes, love?" Douxie asked.

"You know how you don't have enough money to pay for the bills. What if you moved into my place instead and put this place up on the market?" you suggested (idk how housing works, just go along with it), "You wouldn't have to pay for the bills, so less money to give."

He thought about it for a minute.

"Mordrax's miracles! That's a great idea!" Douxie cheered.

"Great! We can start moving your stuff tomorrow," you said.

You looked once again at the laptop screen to check the time, 4:15 p.m.

"Do you want some tea?" Douxie asked, closing the laptop.

"Sure," you nodded.

After drinking the tea that Douxie made, the two of you decided to go out for a walk.

You and Douxie were walking down the path, hand in hand, when you spotted Toby, Claire and Jim. The trio also noticed you and Douxie, and ran up to you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Claire giggled.

"Hey guys! What're you up to?" Douxie inquired.

"Just hanging around," Jim shrugged.

"Wait, weren't you guys with the rest of the gang?" you questioned.

"Yeah, we were but, they had other things to do. Steve, Aja and Eli had to take care of the kids. Then Krel had to adjust one of his inventions," Toby answered, "They left just before we got ice cream!"

"Yeah, T.P. here is just whining about how we couldn't get ice cream," Claire chuckled.

"I am not!"

"Well, why don't the five of us go right now?" you recommended.

"Yes! 'Mission: Get Ice Cream' is back in action!" Toby cheered, fist pumping the air.

You all made your way to an ice cream truck that was on the other side of town.

Jim and Claire were currently arguing over what ice cream flavour to get, since they wanted to share. Toby was happily enjoying his Nougat Nummy flavoured ice cream, while you and Douxie waited for Jim and Claire to decide. It was currently between chocolate and strawberry. The ice cream scooper decided to step in and suggest a whole different flavour to them. Thank the stars, they agreed. You and Douxie finally got to order. Douxie didn't minded what flavour you got, so you ordered vanilla, the classic.

Toby had already finished his ice cream, Jim and Claire were feeding each other, and you and Douxie were basically doing the same thing as the other two lovebirds.

"Sorry to interrupt your guys' little romantic session, but we should probably start heading back," Toby stated.

"Right," Jim nodded giving the last bite to Claire before he threw the little bowl away.

"Yeah, we should too," Douxie nodded, as you threw away your rubbish.

You all waved goodbye as the trio walked towards the neighbourhood, while you and Douxie made your way to your apartment.

"So, do you think Archie's gonna scratch my couch?" you asked, pointing to your newly bought furniture.

"Depends on how he's feeling," Douxie shrugged.

"Right, cause I don't want a scratched couch in just a few days. I bought that. I'll get something for him to scratch on," you concluded.

After you two had a discussion about tomorrow, Douxie headed back to his place.

Next morning, you had woken up bright and early to move Douxie's stuff to your place.

Right now you were cleaning around the apartment while your wizard was packing.

"Y/n! I'm done packing!" Douxie called.

"Bring your stuff out here!" you shouted.

Douxie came from his bedroom with a suitcase, laptop bag and a gig bag.

"You don't have much stuff," you commented.

"Nope. What are we going to do with the furniture and other stuff?" Douxie inquired.

"Well, we could put it up for sale if you don't want it. Or you can keep it," you replied.

"Nah, I don't need it. We can just put up for sale," Douxie said.

"Right. Now, let's get your stuff over to my place," you said, making a portal and gestured Douxie to go through.

He obeyed and went through the portal as you followed behind.

You were now in your living room where Archie was scratching the scratch post you bought for him.

"Hey, Arch!" you greeted.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," Archie nodded.

"Well, hello to you too Arch," Douxie grumbled as he placed down his belongings.

"Hello, Douxie," Archie added and went back to clawing the post.

You lead Douxie to your room and helped him unpack.

After unpacking his things, you started to make lunch.

You were trying to get oil from the top shelf but you couldn't quite reach it. You were going to ask Douxie, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, bringing you back into a chest.

"Douxie, my love, I was just going to ask if you could help me get that bottle of oil down from the top," you chuckled.

"I have a better idea," he said.

You turned around to face him, to see a grin on his face. He grabbed your hand and took you out of your apartment.

You were taken all the way to Sam's.

"Douxie, you know I could've just made lunch, right?" you said.

"I know but, a date is better," Douxie grinned.

As soon as you and Douxie took a seat, a waiter came up to you two and asked for your order. Since the whole idea of coming to Sam's was Douxie's, he ordered. Not long after, the waiter came back with two burgers and two soft drinks. You thanked the waiter before digging into the food.

After lunch, the two of you hiked your way up to the Bluff.

"How… much… longer… till… we get… there?" you panted.

You seriously needed to get out more cause you were exhausted.

"Just a few more-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"Please don't say 'minutes'!" you begged.

"I was going to say 'metres'," Douxie finished.

"Thank the stars!" you gasped and ran the rest of the way.

You came to halt as you saw the beautiful sunset in front of you.

Definitely worth hiking for.

"So, you happy you came up here?" Douxie asked.

"Beyond any doubt," you breathed.

You tore your gaze from the scene to Douxie.

"So, you happy that you moved into my place? you smirked.

"Beyond any doubt," Douxie repeated your words, stepping forward and bringing you closer to him.

You stared up into his soft, hazel eyes, while he stared into your childlike, e/c eyes. You both leaned in and closed the gap between each other.

Now that Douxie had moved into your place, he didn't have to worry about money that much.

And you? You had company as did Douxie and Archie. A win, win.

Word count: 2, 625

[namparktae]

Kim Namjoon

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐱ᵏⁿʲ

You woke up huddled in your warm blanket on a cold Saturday morning. The sun shone through the slits of your blinds, reflecting onto your face. The smell of breakfast and coffee wafted upstairs. That must be jin cooking, you thought. You decided to get out of bed and help him cook this mornings breakfast for you and the boys so you pulled on your sweatpants and began walking down the stairs of your home.

Currently you're at university studying criminology and psychology, so you live with 3 men in a large house share. At first it was very inconvenient that you're living with 3 males, and you did complain to the principal but all other dorms for girls were full, and the university wasn't very strict on separation between males and females. Soon enough you got used to the 3 boys and managed to live around them. They treated you well, always looking out for you and helping you when you needed it.

You lived with Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Kim Namjoon. All three of them were absolute heartthrobs and they had girls swooning over them as soon as they stepped foot onto campus yet none of them were remotely interested in relationships or even hooking up with girls in general.

As you reached the bottom step you see Namjoon peering through the door frame at you. His tall figure was stood by the stove as you discovered he was cooking.

Oh no. The one thing Kim Namjoon was hopeless at.

He was very clumsy, the boys even started calling him 'the god of destruction' as he would literally break everything, so cooking was a slight danger.

He turned his head away from the stove as he spoke to you.

"Morning y/n, the others are at class already. Do you want any breakfast?"

"God namjoon are you sure this is going to go well? Jin doesn't ever let you cook."

"Yeah sure. It's fine, I'm nearly done anyway. Do you want some?"

"Yes please. Okay come, I'll help."

You stood next to him holding the handle of the spatula as you helped him flip the eggs over, his scent was strong and he smelled like fresh washed clothes with a hint of aftershave. His hair was in messy brown curtains and his baggy jogging bottoms were hanging loosely from his hips to his ankles.

You couldn't lie he looked like a total boyfriend, he was smiling too with his cute dimple showing on his left cheek as he watched your every move.

"Umm it's gonna burn y/n." He said while looking into your eyes with a slight smug grin on his face as he realise you was eyeing him.

"Ohh... uh yeah."

"And I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one..."

He turned to you and cupped your face with one hand as he looked into your eyes. "Tell me why you was staring y/n." The smile on his face was from ear to ear, you couldn't help but to smile back at him.

"You just look cute, Joonie." You replied, making him blush as you both returned full attention to the stove.

He dished up his food onto a plate and made sure you had some too, soon after you cleared your plate you stood up from your seat and headed to the shower when suddenly Namjoon grabbed your wrist so you would turn to face him. His tall body towered over you as he lent down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before he spoke.

"Thank you for helping me cook breakfast y/n. Do you have any plans for today?"

"Uhm no, just was gonna go shower that's all." You shyly replied. He had put you on the spot with the kiss on the cheek, your skin burned from his soft gesture.

"How about you let me come join you?"

What? Was he serious right now? That sweet Joon that just gently thanked you for your help was now suggesting you shower together? You thought it must have been a joke.

"Ha yeah. Very funny Joon, I'll come see you after. You can show me that video about those crabs you told me about the other day." You said as you wandered off down the hallway. Almost instantly his hands wrapped around your waist as he span you around to face him, looking deeply into your eyes.

"No. Y/n I wasn't joking, seriously let me join you ill make it fun." His lips turned into a slight curve as his dimple poked out of his cheek again.

Taken back by his seriousness, you observed his face with wide eyes. His face looked somehow innocent but the words coming from his mouth suggested otherwise. His warm hands slightly ran against your exposed skin on your hip from where your pyjama top had risen.

"Uhh-um o-okay." You managed to squeak out as his soft smirk turned into a full grin and his fingers laced together with yours, he pulled you into the bathroom, quickly locking the door.

He helped undress you, pulling your top over your head and pulling down his own joggers while you left yourself in your underwear.

"Y/n you're so beautiful, come here ."

He signalled for you to jump into his arms so you did as he wanted, his strong arms held you with his hands roughly gripping your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. You lent down slightly to connect your lips to his, pushing your tongue inside his mouth as he returned your actions. He sat you down onto the cold sink counter as his hands roamed around your thighs, caressing your skin and looping his finger around the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs.

With your pussy now exposed, the cold air hit your heat making it wetter now by the double. Roughly, Namjoon pushed his finger into your hole as you moaned out for him, pulling him closer to kiss him more passionately as you grabbed him by the back of his neck.

"How many of my fingers do you think you can take baby?"

"Mmm Joonie one more, put one more in please Joon—." You trailed off as he looked you dead in the eye as he slid another finger into your tight hole, curving his fingers inside you and pleasuring your sweet spot. His pace quickened and your moans got louder, the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel. Soon after he removed his fingers and sucked them, savouring your juices on his tongue as you whimpered from your loss of orgasm.

"Not yet baby, don't cum just yet. Please wait for me okay?"

He was so assertive yet still so sweet and kind, your mind was running away with hundreds of thoughts about Namjoon right now and your heart was racing due to his sweet touches. You watched as he removed his shirt and was left in just his boxers.

God he was beautiful naked. You never imagined him like this, being all dominant and assertive, and especially not with you.

"Like what you see hm? You keep staring y/n, I'll have to give you something to stare at."

His eyes glimmered as he watched you eye his bulge in those tight boxers, there was a small wet patch of pre cum on the front, and you was aching to touch it for him. The clasps of your bra were undone by his big hands that crawled around your back as he pulled the straps from your arms and threw it across the bathroom.

"Fuck look at you. You know how tempting you are right? Wearing those skimpy shorts for bed most nights and those tiny tops that show just how big your boobs are...." He trailed off as his lips connected with your neck, sucking harshly. Pulling away, he admired the mark he'd made against your soft skin by kissing it gently and continued speaking.

"Everytime you'd be around y/n, Id get so shy. But now I need you to know how you make me feel."

He took your hand into his and made it tighten around his clothed growing cock.

"This is how you make me feel y/n. You make me something and I need you to fix it baby. Let me make you feel good."

You just couldn't take your eyes off of him as he stood between your legs, his hands were on your waist and his lips were pressing soft kisses to your collar bone. Your hands traveled to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down painfully slow. His large cock sprung up and hit just below his belly button, dripping pre cum at the tip making your pussy wetter just at the sight of it.

Joon helped you off of the counter while you admired his naked, sculpted body you walked into the shower to turn it on. He stood behind you with his arms around your waist before spinning you around to face him. He kissed your lips so passionately as he cupped your face, pushing you against the tiled wall as his tongue entered your mouth. Both of your bodies collided, feeling the warmth of each other's skin as you were submerged by the hot water.

A loud slam was heard from downstairs, startling both of you. Joon pulled away from your lips, panting as he tried to regain his breath.

"Fuck darling, Jin or Tae are home."

You could hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke. Edging back closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lent up to whisper in his ear.

"Well then we just need to be quiet don't we?" A smug look displayed across your face as his eyes stayed fixed on you. Namjoon pulled you closer to him again, unintentionally pressing his rock hard cock against your pelvis as he kissed your forehead sweetly.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? Can I make you feel good?" He asked so politely you just wanted to scream out and beg for him right away.

"I'm sure. I want you Joonie."

Namjoon pressed your back lightly against the wall as the two of you stood under the running water, positioning himself at your entrance as he slowly pushed himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to the size of his thick cock. "F-Fuck... You can move now baby." You managed to squeak out from below him. He did as you said and began thrusting his hips harshly into your core with his hand covering your mouth to prevent whoever downstairs from hearing the sounds you were making.

"God y/n, you're taking me well aren't you baby? You like this, being fucked up our bathroom wall?" He whispered in your ear while you nodded for him.

Your breathing began to get heavier as his thrusts got faster, he grunted for you while uttering your name repeatedly. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your moans in but it didn't work. Your moans escaped your lips quickly as he quietened you with a kiss, letting you groan into his mouth while letting out a painfully sexy grunt as he squeezed his eyes shut in bliss, feeling your pussy clench around him.

"Joonie... Mmh I'm so close..." You softly moaned out for him

"Cum y/n. Cum for me like a good baby girl."

With your orgasm just around the corner, you spread your legs slightly just for him to hit your spot a little deeper than before, you arch your back against the wall as you feel yourself start to cum, Namjoons pace looses rhythm as you feel him getting close himself. Your legs shake and begin to weaken as you pull his neck down to kiss his lips roughly as he allows himself to release inside of you. Groaning and moaning as he spilled his cum into your tight pussy.

"Y/n my baby you feel so good."

He praised you while cupping your face once again. You blushed under his touch, smiling up at him as he held you firmly by your shoulders, giving you a cuddle. You turned your back to him as you began to wash yourself with his help of course, he just couldn't keep his hands off of you, or his lips for that matter.

After the two of you had dried off together in Joons room, you completely forgot about someone entering the house earlier. Now fully clothed, Namjoon pulled you into his chest as he pecked your lips gently.

"You're so gorgeous, baby."

"And you're even more gorgeous my Joonie."

You two kissed again as he held you by your waist, pulling you closer to his tall frame. Yet this time being interrupted by a certain someone who just got home, peeking around Joons door.

"Boo!- oh god... SEOKJINNN-HYUNG.... Namjoonie-hyung and y/n are kissing!"

"Leave them alone Taehyung!" Jin said, racing upstairs to pull tae by the back of his tshirt. "He's wanted her for months! And by what I heard earlier, he finally did something about it." The two of you heard jin say smugly as he dragged tae down the stairs, followed by the two of them laughing.

You looked up at Namjoon with wide-eyes. Jin heard the two of you having shower sex. He heard the whole thing. You immediately got embarrassed and hid your face in his chest as he chuckled and rubbed your back as he spoke.

"Oh gosh. I'm gonna kill the two of them baby girl don't worry."

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Part 4 for my first Muriel smut. Beware! NSFW, 18+ crap below here. But it’s mostly fluff.

Pumpkin bread part 4~

You notice the warmth of Muriel’s arms as you slowly flutter your sleepy eyes open. He lays on his side, looking like he had nodded off to sleep as well. You're flat on your back blankets cover you both naked bodies. Muriel’s left arm resting on your waist, his right arm being used as your pillow. You roll over to meet his chest trying to make sure you don’t wake him, his eyes blink slowly open with a long sigh with the movement, licking his chapped lips. Your hand cups his cheek, and utter softly and sleepily, “Hi.”

He softly smiles back, “Hi……..You’re finally awake.” He says with a yawn. You move your head off his arm so he can stretch it out, and you lay on his chest. He pushes a stray hair out of your face.

You yawn, rub your sleepy eyes, and stretch your toes a bit. “How long was I out for?”

He glances to the small window, it’s nearly twilight. You shoot up in shock. “What?! I’m almost at night? It was just morning!”

He sits up next to you, you lean on his arm snuggling his bicep with a deep sign and whisper to yourself. “Stupid pumpkin bread… stupid elixir….. Stupid Asra….”

A little shiver cues you to pull up the covers over your bare chest, you notice that you feel a lot colder now. His hand brushes against your forehead to check your temperature. “....not hot anymore.” You touch your face with one hand to confirm it. “Huh, I guess so... I guess the um.. ” You clear your throat. “.. the effect were... ahhh...  fulfilled?” You awkwardly chuckle. 

“Are you ok?” He asks softly and he starts to look off at the wall sheepishly. You look up towards his face. 

“Yes…. Actually…..what about you?”

“What?” He meets your eyes with a snort.

“I mean…. Are you alright?…. That was… uh… a bit much…you know... to just be thrown at you all of a sudden. It wasn’t very fair of me to do.”  You cheeks blush a bit, still feeling a bit ashamed.

Your hand starts to run through his black hair. “I mean… It was very… sudden.” He pauses thoughtfully. “But… I mean..” You almost can’t hear him speaking under his breath. “Itwasnotallthatbad….Iamaguyafterall…..”

“Really?!” You shoot him a surprised look as he scratches the back of his head, eyes still looking the wall. His cheeks are getting redder as he continues.

“I mean… yeah. I was afraid of hurting you-- I will always be afraid of that-- because you're just so…. tiny... But it was --- it.. It felt--” He tries so hide his pleased grin.

“....Good? You felt good?” You look at him intently. He nods sharply his ears start to heat up. “...So you--You liked it??” He nods sharply again. 

You wrap your arms around him making him fall back to the bed feeling such relief. You return to being on top of his chest, foreheads touching. He’s grin overwhelms him as you both fall back to the bed. He then looks a bit more seriously at you. “..Are you sure I didn’t hurt you at all?”

“Nope! I trust you, Muriel. I don’t think you can hurt me even if you tried. I just wish you trusted yourself.” You kiss his nose then his forehead. He pulls you lose hair behind your ear.

“Rhemi… I--” He shuts his eyes tightly for a second, trying to force words out. “I...I love you, too.” It doesn’t say it often, words are hard for him; But when he does, it always makes your heart feel fluttery. “I want you to tell me things... I know I’m not good at--” He waves his hands around gesturing to you. “.. all of this... but I want you to tell me things. You let me tell you things.” 

You kiss his lips softly.  his arms travel up and down your bare back loving the feeling of your skins under his fingertips. After laying there for a minute or two you sit up at the edge of bed picking up your clothes and placing your shirt back on. “Come on, let's go back to your hut and check on Inanna. I’ll make dinner!” He sits up in the bed slightly groggy, stretching his muscles in his shoulders. You thread your underwear and skirt on, turn to Muriel before standing to your feet. “What would you like to eat tonight? The shops shouldn’t be closed for another hour, we can go grab a few-- OOOF!”

THUMP! You legs give out, you nearly face planted before you are saved yet again by Muriel’s arms, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. You both just froze for a second before you burst out laughing. Muriel can’t help but join your laughter. “You’re a mess.”

“Yes. But I’m your mess!” 

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Your legs still feel weak for a few days, from the elixir (and from your sexy hermit, but you won’t let him know that, you didn’t mind that part). A week or so go by, and you do your best to completely ignore Asra completely, giving him a very cold shoulder. You are still a bit pissed off at him, he did apologize, multiple times in fact (even though you felt it wasn’t the most convincing). After all, it did bring Muriel and you closer. Asra was also becoming very sulky. You decide to make him a peace offering to ease the tension.

Asra was standing at the counter looking through his notebooks, searching for something in the mess of books. You bring him his favorite cup of tea and make it just how he likes it. You set in on the glass counter where he was standing at. He looks up at you with glee in his eyes. “Does this mean you forgive me, Rhemi?”

You give him an eye roll and lean on the counter and smile a little. “Ugggh. Yes…” He gives you a quick friendly hug. “You know I can’t stay angry at you forever, Asra.”

He blows on it then closes his eyes and sips on the hot tea happily before parting his lips, “Ahhh...You know how to make a good cup of tea, Rhemi.” You feel the corners of our mouth start to curl upwards in delight. “I’m really happy you like it, Asra~”

He happily keeps sipping the tea, still rummaging through his note books. You return on working on your tasks for about fifteen minutes before Asra finally calls you over to the counter again. “Rhemi, have you seen that one notebook?”

“Which one?” You ask trying to pretend to be clueless.

He scratches his head and presses the tea cup for another sip. “The purple and green one---” He starts to take a small sip of the tea as you pull the notebook from behind your back giving him an evil grin. 

“You mean…. This one?? The one where you leave just anywhere?.....Where you keep…... a certain seduction elixir recipe in?” You flutter your eyes sadistically. 

He quickly glances at you, then to the notebook, back to you, then down to his nearly empty tea cup. “PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!” He whips his head around away from the counter, sputtering the tea from his mouth, looking mortified. “Rhemi….. You didn’t…. Please tell me you didn’t!”

You chuckle menacingly, “Well it’s not exactly the same exact brew…” His right eyebrow starts to twitch. His mouth is wide open, sweat starts to bead from his face as you continue, “....This one is much faster.” You lean closer and loudly whisper. “....And you drank a lot of it too!” 

He touches his cheeks, they are already becoming feverish. He faces screaming with panic, and looks a little impressed with your slyness, and but attempts to hide it with a smile. “....Rhemi—“

You shrug, smiling. “What? The effects should wear off in approximately three days.. maybe a week…. Unless---”

“--Ok. Rhemi, I get it! Touche! I deserved this…very funny. Ha ha!” He pauses scanning your face in hopes that you are not at all serious. But his knees start to wobble and he drops to the ground to his knees with a Thud. His mouth turns into a tight low frown, pitifully looking back up at you. “Please….. Rhemi. You are a better person than I am.” He says softly almost a horse whispering, gives you a desperate smile, folding his hands, pleading.

You fold your arms, and laugh. “Ooh….?” Then kneel down to meet his eyes. “No, Asra…. I’m really not. Besides I’m sure that Julian—“

Asra moans slightly and starts to melt on the floor and mutters, “Oh shit.”

“Oh yes!” You boop him on the nose with your pointer finger. 

Asra’s attention then goes to the shop door where Muriel’s tall figure squeezes into the small door frame. Asra swallows hard. He knows he’s in deep shit now.“Hey— hey Muriel! My oldest, closest, most trusted….. Most kind friend.” Muriel now kneels down to inspect his feverish face. “Hmm. You don’t look so well.”

Muriel quickly shoots you a look with a hidden smirk. You play along, putting your hand to cheek in pretend shock, “Oh no! Do you think he’s sick?” you snicker.

Asra’s eyes shifting back and forth between the two of you with growing concern.“What are you two— Hey!!!!” Muriel gathers up Asra under his arm, letting out a loud fake grumbly sigh. “Yep-- guess he’s gonna need a doctor!”

Asra’s brow now perfusing with sweat. “Wait! Wait! Muriel! Rhemi! Please, have mercy!---” He cries as he tries to wiggle himself free.

“---Nope!” Muriel and you answer sharply in union, quickly high fiving. Asra continues to desperately to get himself free from Muriel’s arm. But it’s no use. No once escapes the Scourge!

You barrel into the door of Julian’s clinic, Muriel ducks his head following after. Julian sat at his desk in the back, the sudden entrance startles him a bit as he slightly jumps. “Well hello, Rhemi and..uhh... M-Muriel.” Muriel glances at his irritatedly. “To what do I owe the pleasure--” He then notices Asra wiggling definitely underneath Muriel’s arm. He tilts his head down to look at Asra’s very feverish face. “What--ah-- what’s… what’s going on here-- umm....exactly?” Before Asra can speak, you cover his mouth interrupting. “Oh he’s got a bad fever! Julian! Needs to see you!~”

Muriel then chimes in, “...Some bad tea.”

Asra’s nostral’s flare as you remove your hand away from his mouth and you smile back at him mischievously. Muriel sets him down on the edge of one of the beds. Asra attempts to stand up immediately. “I am perfectly fine--” His knees buckle, Julian catches him before he completely drops to the floor.

“You are most certainly not!” Asra’s face crimson red, beaming at Julian’s arm euphorically sitting back at the edge of the bed. He shoots you and Muriel a bit of an irritated look. Julian takes his glove off feeling forehead. “God! Your burning up!” Julian then turns his attention to you and Muriel. “Wait-- Can’t you fix this… you know… with your hocus pocus?” He says while wiggling his fingers trying to look whimsical.

You tug at Muriel’s cloak, pulling him out the door quickly, walking backwards with your suspicious grin on your face and shrug before closing the door. “Nothing I can do~!”

Asra covers his mouth with his hand with his hand hiding it from Julian, mouthing, “Please don’t do this!”

You eye him through the small crack of the door waving your fingers. “Tell me how it goes! Bye, Asra!”

CLANK--- You lock the door with your magic. You hear a faint Asra’s muffled “NOOO!” behind the locked door followed by, “ Asra, did she just lock the door--?”

You both run off to out of the crowded streets to an alley way. Muriel and you try to contain your laughter. You laugh so hard that your stomach starts to hurt. Once you both recover, Muriel offers you his arm and you take it happily, leaning into him lovingly as you both walk back to the shop. 

The end ~

Finally! Am I right?! This has been helping me get through life currently. I haven’t written anything like this before so I home it isn’t too hard to read. I hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love these characters they are a lot of fun. 

Part 1-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190897875066/please-enjoy-my-muriel-x-mc-smut-ish-i-am-not

Part 2-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190914002866/heres-part-two-on-my-muriel-smut-its-just

Part 3-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190921120191/muriel-smut-part-3-the-most-smut-there-will-be

[besidemethewholedamntime]

I was tagged by the lovely beans that are @2minutes2midnight and @beth-is-rainpaint - thank you so much!!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

Just plain black unfortunately :(

2. Name a food you never eat

Fish and mince 

3. Are you typical too warm or too cold?

I’m always too warm! I definitely prefer the cold and I don’t like it when I’m all hot and uncomfortable 

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Getting ready for a full day of dissertation writing....yay

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?

Galaxy cookie crumble! Or Milky Bar because I am a Child

6. Have you ever been to professional sports event?

I’ve been to see the Scotland Rugby Team play a couple of times. We were meant to see them play New Zealand this year but, well, ya know

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

Probably ‘goodnight’ to my flatmate last night, which is weird because I do have a habit of talking to myself but I don’t remember doing it 

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

Chocolate fudge brownie!

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Water!

10. Do you like your wallet?

It’s alright! It’s blue but it’s an awkward shape and hard to fit into certain bags

11. What is the last thing you ate?

The cereal I’m eating right now!

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I did!! I bought a purple jumper and some checked trousers 

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I don’t remember the last proper thing I watched, but I watched the end of the football game last week that meant Scotland is finally going to the Euros!! (and I’m still not over it)

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Sweet and Salty

15. Who is the last person you send text message to?

The first year student I’m paired up with in our academic families. I just wanted to make sure she was alright because the last time we spoke she was so stressed

16. Ever been camping?

Yeah!! I did it for DofE and then in the cadets. I wish I could say I enjoyed it but there’s always just so many midges and I always get bitten

17. Do you take vitamins?

I try to take a daily multivitamin but I just always forget 

18. Do you regularly attend a place of workship?

No, not really. I go to church every year on Remembrance Sunday (well not this year) but that’s about it. Even though I live in a street that literally has a church at either end

19. Do you have a tan?

No, never! I get really bad prickly heat which means I then have to stay indoors until it disappears, and on the rare occasions I do venture out when it’s sunny enough I just get burnt 

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

Pizza! I love Chinese too but it’s always so expensive 

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?

Sometimes, in restaurants or like from McDonald’s, but if it’s just me then no. Unless I’m at my gran’s because she always gives us straws even though I’m 20

22. What color socks you usually wear?

White socks because that’s what my mum always drilled into us!

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Ahahaha no. I’m such a cautious driver and my driving instructor used to shout ‘SPEED IT UP, REBECCA, PLEASE’ when I would drive at like 25mph in a 30. I’m better now and I actually go at the speed limit but I never drive over it

24. What terrifies you?

Gosh the list is endless. Not being enough, not doing anything worthwhile with my life, losing my family, failing my degree, never getting a job... it’s a fun time to be me

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

My bed... I’m sitting on the floor :)

26. What chore do you hate the most?

Ironing ugh. (keeping this because it is a Mood)

27. What do you think when you hear Australian accent?

I know I shouldn’t but I do think of Neighbours or Home and Away, because my sister is obsessed with both of them and we watched them during lockdown together 

28. Whats your favorite soda?

Basic but Irn Bru

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit drive through?

I don’t know why but I really don’t like Drive Thru so I usually just go in. Though that means parking and I am the world’s worst parker

30. What’s your favorite number?

24 

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

My flatmate 

32. Favorite meal?

It always depends but either my dad’s fajitas or my mum’s macaroni cheese 

33. Last song you listed to?

‘Midnight by Kodaline

34. Last book you read?

‘Rebecca’ by Daphne Du Maurier, which I know I finished weeks ago but uni has honestly taken over my life and I’m working from about 10am to 11pm at the minute and after I just never want to read another word

35. Favorite day of the week?

Tuesday but I do not know why

36. Can you say alphabet backwards?

If I concentrated then probably?

37. How do you like your coffee?

I don’t like coffee, sorry!

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

My yellow shoes!! I love them so much

39. Time you normally get up?

This is so bad but 8:30-9 lately. It used to be 7:30 when I was actually in class but now I’m only in lab on a Tuesday and it doesn’t start until 11:30

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

Both!! But since I never see sunrise then probably sunset

41. How many blankets on your bed?

Just the one

42. Describe your kitchen plates.

White with a blue border

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

Um... it’s alright. We have a box of decorations in one corner, our new wii in another, our damp wall that our landlord won’t fix and our illegal hamster on the kitchen table but it’s really clean!!

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

Eh, not really. I only really drink if I’m going out. It has to be fruity though, because otherwise I just can’t drink it 

45. Do you play cards?

I play card games with my family but not really with everyone else

46. What color is your car?

Black (it’s not technically mine, but since I’m the only one who drives it I feel like it’s fine)

47. Can you change a tire?

No but I really want to learn!!

48. Your favorite state or province?

Umm... we don’t really have either here, but my favourite place here has to be the Highlands. I’d go there and never come back if it was allowed

49. Favorite job you’ve had?

I’ve only ever had two and the first one was McDonald’s which was an ~experience~ but I really like the job I’m in now! It was in tourism and hospitality though so I’m not sure if I’ll get to go back

Thank you so much for tagging me! I tag (only if you want to, of course!) @justanalto @ohfaiths @springmagpies @infinitestarsintheskye @daisylincs and anybody else who wants to have a shot <3

[unbealevable]

GOBLINS ➝ BECHLOE.

TAGGING ➝ Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell.

LOCATION ➝ Beca, Chloe and Amy’s apartment.

TIME FRAME ➝ 2/10, afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

NOTES ➝ Beca comes home to find Chloe and five new babies.

CHLOE BEALE

Although they’d smiled politely and thanked the woman who had come into the clinic mid-morning with a box of newborn, abandoned kittens, everybody had actually been kind of mad about it. For all she knew, their mom had simply gone to find food, and would return to find her kittens gone, but they were here now, and there was nothing they could do to reverse her actions—if the cat had returned, she would be long gone by now, and her babies wouldn’t smell like her anymore. This, of course, meant that they now had five helpless kittens to provide twenty-four hour care for, and without considering the shoebox she lived in, Chloe had jumped at the chance to volunteer.

After checking them all over, they all seemed to be in generally good health, and were each given tiny paper collars in different identifying colors—red, blue, green, yellow and purple—before being bundled into a new, bigger box with fresh blankets, and Chloe had been dismissed early to get them home and settled. Considering they couldn’t yet open their eyes properly, it wasn’t like they needed toys or food bowls or anything; the clinic provided her with plenty of kitten milk and syringes to feed them, then the rest was pretty much up to Chloe.

Navigating the city with a box of kittens proved to be a task, as did opening doors, but once they were safely out of the cold and closed away in the apartment, Chloe cleared a space by her side of the pull-out bed to settle their box, then set a timer for every two hours on her phone for scheduled feeds.

By late afternoon, changed out of her scrubs and into a standard winter comfort outfit of leggings and a sweater, Chloe sat cross-legged on the bed, pouting at the soft whines to ring from the box beside her as she scrolled through kitten care tips on her laptop. “I know, you’ll get more milk soon,” she cooed toward the box, leaning over to admire the tiny black and white blobs sprawled out in their makeshift bed.

BECA MITCHELL

Another day, another frustrating shift at the office. While Beca wasn't a fan of physical activity in general, she was low-key grateful for her studio commute as the musical  decompression time on the subway plus the several block power walk to and from her subway stops helped blow off some steam. So she wasn't in the worst mood by the time she got home, all things considered.

Especially because her apartment had heat. And food. And…

"Chloe?" Beca cast a confused wave at her roommate as she set her laptop bag down gently by the foot of the bed. Then she carefully removed her headphones from around her neck and shrugged off her blazer. "What's up, you okay? Are you sick or--"

The tiniest mewl interrupted Beca and her brow furrowed as she followed the sound toward the other side of the bed. "Uh, what…" Taking a few steps over, her hand flew to her mouth and barely muffled her gasp at the sight of the tiny creatures in the box. "Dude, oh my god!"

CHLOE BEALE

In hindsight, maybe Chloe should’ve texted her roommates to at least give them a heads up about the kittens, but she’d been kind of preoccupied all day, so the thought had just slipped her mind. It wasn’t until she heard the door opening that it registered to her, and Chloe bit back a grimace as she took in Beca’s reaction. She couldn’t tell if it was a good one or not.

“Before you say anything,” she began quickly, pushing her laptop aside to instead swing her legs over the side of the bed, body now facing the box. “They were abandoned. Some lady brought them to us this morning, and they don’t have their mom, so now someone has to take care of them until they’re big enough to take care of themselves.” Chloe pulled her lips inward. “Don’t make too much noise, okay? They’re really tiny, you might scare them.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca may have perfected her hard-ass exterior over the years, but while she held firmly to her belief that most people suck… she'd always had a soft spot for animals. Some of them even melted that badass persona right into mush. She couldn't help it. 

"Oh my god, okay." Beca kept her voice low and toed off her boots before lowering herself to sit on Chloe's side of the bed beside her. "Poor babies! They're so freakin' small, holy shit. I've never seen a cat that small." And there were five of them!

All of this information processed a little too slowly as Beca tried shaking off the shock and she cut Chloe a glance, blinking. "Wait. Does that mean we're taking care of them until they're big enough?"

CHLOE BEALE

Pleased that Beca at least didn’t seem angry, Chloe’s expression softened, and she glanced between the box of kittens and her best friend seated now beside her. “I know, they’re newborn,” Chloe explained, keeping her volume low so as not to wake the ones that were still sleeping. Technically, they all should be sleeping between feeds, but already some of them were a little more lively than the others. “We don’t know when exactly they were born, but it can’t be more than a couple days. You see how they can’t really open their eyes yet?”

Peering into the box, Chloe pulled in her lips again. “Umm, yes,” she nodded. “I mean, I’m taking care of them. It would be awes if you could help, but you don’t have to. They do need to be fed a lot, though… Every two to three hours, in fact.” Chloe paused, nose wrinkling as she shot Beca an apologetic look. “And that’s every two to three hours, including during the night.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca nodded without hesitating. “Shut up, nerdface. I’m not gonna let you do this shit by yourself--it sounds like a lot of work. And I’m here already. I’d be a dick if I let you do this all by yourself.” Not that Chloe needed to ask. Seriously, Beca never thought twice about helping Chloe, that’s how it had always been. She caught her lower lip between her teeth for a bit, seemingly losing her restraint. (At least she didn’t let out the squeal. She had a cool image to maintain.) “So can I hold one??”

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe knew Beca was a softie for animals—who wasn’t?—but she still felt a certain sense of relief in response to her reaction. It was much better than she’d expected, considering they were going to have a lot of sleepless nights ahead of them. But Beca was her best friend, and Chloe knew that she’d always have her back, so it really shouldn’t have surprised her.

Her lips relaxed into a warm smile. “You can, but you have to be extra careful, okay? In fact…” she paused, picking up her phone to check the time. “They’re due another feed really soon, maybe you could feed one or two of them?” Pushing herself up from the bed, Chloe bounced toward the small kitchen, then directly to the fridge to grab the kitten milk. “There are a couple syringes by the box, grab those and we can fill them. Feeding them is so cute, Bec. They make the sweetest little suckling noises.”

BECA MITCHELL

“Oh, um--sure!” Her reply tinged with a sudden injection of anxiety. “They’re so freakin’ small,” she noted as she peered into the box once again. “What if I accidentally crush it or something?” Beca wrinkled her nose, knowing the concern was likely a dumb one--she had pretty small hands, after all. While Chloe set up the milk, Beca hurried to change into her pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, wanting to get comfy before handling the baby kittens.

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe chuckled quietly as she got to work on carefully heating a saucepan of water. “You won’t. They’re also less fragile than they look… But I mean, don’t, like, squeeze them or anything,” she frowned, focus on preparing everything she needed. While Beca changed, Chloe set a fresh container of milk into the pan, keeping the heat low, before shuffling back toward the bed to plop back down into her previous position.

Grabbing the small notebook she’d been recording their feeds (and other habits) in throughout the afternoon so far, Chloe pulled it into her lap, opening it up to scan over her earlier notes. “I’m guessing you’ve never fed a kitten before?” she questioned, lifting her gaze toward Beca. A shot of excitement ran through her at the idea of getting to teach her something, even if it was just how to syringe feed, so Chloe wasn’t going to waste any time, and leaned down to carefully scoop up the first meowing kitten.

“This one’s name is Green for now,” she said in a soft voice, pulling her hand close to her chest and glancing down toward the black and white blob with a small, contented smile on her lips. “They’re all named after the colors on their collars,” Chloe hummed, reaching out with her finger to delicately stroke over the kitten’s tiny head. “Do you want to hold him? His milk isn’t ready yet, but I bet he still loves cuddles.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca had to bite back her smile as she watched Chloe go into vet mode, writing her notes and analyzing the situation. “Nope. Can’t say I have, Dr. B. Good thing I’ve got you to teach me.” Pride shined in Beca’s eyes as she watched her best friend handle the kitten with such gentle care. Chloe would be an incredible vet, and it was super awesome she found something she had so much passion for and could make a career out of it.

“Green,” Beca repeated, a slight smirk twisting on her lips. “Like the Green Goblin. Dope.” Her spine snapped straighter when Chloe asked if she wanted to hold him, and she couldn’t resist shooting Chloe a sheepish smile as she made grabby hands toward the baby. “I’ll be real careful. Promise.” She carefully helped transfer the kitten into her hands, gasping as she brought him against her chest. (Mindful of her sore nippes, as always lately. Thanks, Stacie.)

“Hey there, little dude!” Beca whispered, carefully stroking the soft fur on his back before dropping a kiss to his head. “I’m Auntie Beca.” Well, so much for not getting attached. 

CHLOE BEALE

It was perhaps kind of pathetic, the way Chloe’s entire body would tingle with pride whenever Beca called her that particular name. To be more relatable to their clients, everybody just used each other’s first names at the clinic, so she only really got the doctor title at home, but it always made her feel incredibly warm.

“Yes, exactly like the Green Goblin,” Chloe grinned, the reference going entirely over her head. “There’s also a Red Goblin, a Yellow Goblin, a Blue Goblin and a Purple Goblin.” Her gaze was down on the kitten, but glancing over to see Beca so eager and excited made Chloe’s heart flutter in the strangest way. She couldn’t resist cracking a bright smile in response. “I trust you, Bec.”

Cautiously handing him over, Chloe watched the way Beca interacted with the kitten, and did all she could to bite back her grin. “Auntie Beca,” she giggled quietly, reaching out to run the pad of her finger over Green’s head again. “He’s so cute, right? He’s definitely one of the more lively ones already. He has one brother, Blue,” she explained as she rose from the bed to go check on the milk. “Then the rest are girls. Do any of the others look like they’re awake?”

BECA MITCHELL

"He's so freaking small," Beca marveled, continuing to card her fingers in what she hoped was a soothing rhythm through his fur. While Chloe tended to the milk, Beca peered back into the tiny kitten box. "Um… it's hard to tell since their eyes are all still closed but it looks like purple's squirming around a little." Beca refocused her attention on the green collared baby in her hands, hitching her voice up an octave in an uncharacteristically gooey sort of way. "You hungry, buddy? Dr. B's fixing you up some grub right now."

CHLOE BEALE 

Careful not to let the milk get too warm, Chloe pulled the container from the pan, testing a small drop on the back of her hand like regular baby milk. “Oh, really? That’s good, Purple has been the least lively so far,” she commented, turning off the heat and bringing the milk back over to the bed with her. Although she really wanted to say something about Beca’s adorable baby voice, she held it back, and instead just grinned as she reached for two of the syringes.

“You can feed Green while I feed Purple?” she suggested, carefully measuring out the correct amount of milk into the first one, then set it down on the bed beside Beca. She did the same with the second, before reaching into the box to scoop up Purple, the obvious runt of the litter. “Hi, baby,” she cooed, bringing the smallest kitten up to her face to take a look. “I don’t think your brothers and sisters let you get much milk from your mama, huh?” Chloe pouted, setting the kitten down in her lap on her back legs with her hand securely holding her upright.

“Okay, so this is how you feed them,” Chloe began, grabbing the closest filled syringe and guiding it toward the kitten’s mouth. “Nice and gentle,” she just above whispered, finger pushing delicately on the plunger. “You just do one little drop at a time, otherwise they might not be able to swallow it properly.” Chloe watched the kitten for a moment, then glanced toward Beca. “You try.”

BECA MITCHELL

“Just you wait,” Beca said, eyeing the tiniest of the litter. The ‘runt’ or whatever. “Purple’s gonna be the toughest cat there’s ever been. Small and scrappy as fuck. Nobody’s gonna dare mess with her.” Was Beca projecting? Nope. Not even a little bit.

She paid close attention to Chloe’s kitten feeding process, only getting somewhat distracted by how adorable she--it was, her whole… vet thing. She’d always been a good teacher (especially when it came to choreography), but helping Beca learn how to care for newborn kittens was pretty damn cute. 

“Here we go, Goblin. Milk time.” Gentle as ever, she repositioned the kitten and held up the syringe, pressing out one drop for him. She brightened when the tiniest pink tongue poked out to lap it right up. Beca giggled. “Delicious, huh? Here ya go, have another drop.” Beca remained hyper focused on the kitten, feeding him one drop at a time. She figured Chloe would stop her when he had enough.

CHLOE BEALE 

“Small and scrappy,” Chloe echoed, brows rising playfully. Beca was totally describing herself. “She’s gonna have to be scrappy when they start sharing a milk bowl, I think Red is going to be super greedy. She’s already the biggest, and she really, really loves her milk,” Chloe chuckled quietly, glancing toward the open page in her notebook.

Although focused on feeding Purple, she couldn’t help but let her gaze drift toward Beca, at first watching to make sure she knew what she was doing, but then lingering, because there was something almost irresistibly adorable about Beca Mitchell syringe feeding a tiny kitten.

Not that Chloe would ever think of her best friend as irresistible in any other instance, of course.

“This is cute now,” she hummed, gaze moving toward Purple again. “But how do you think you’ll feel about it when we have to wake up every two hours during the night?” Chloe paused then, sending Beca an apologetic look. “I really can figure something else out. Maybe Amy will switch beds with me until they’re a little bigger and don’t have to have regular night feeds?”

BECA MITCHELL

“Well Purple’s gonna have to show Red who’s boss. I believe in her.” Beca cast Chloe a quick smirk before refocusing her attention on her little Green Goblin, who was basically the most adorable creature Beca had ever seen. 

“I’ll make it work,” Beca said with a shrug. Though honestly, if literally anyone else in the world asked Beca to deal with waking up every two hours for at least a few weeks, she’d laugh in their face. Chloe… played by a different set of rules. (She always had.) “I mean, how many chances will I get to raise baby kittens like this? It’s pretty awesome.” She pulled a grimace at the suggestion, shaking her head. “Oh god, please no. Waking up every two hours is cake compared to sharing a bed with Amy. She’ll dutch oven me to death.” 

CHLOE BEALE

The apologetic expression melted into something more appreciative, with Chloe shooting Beca a small, genuine smile. “Thanks, Bec,” she nodded, turning her focus back to the feeding kitten again. “I’m just worried you’ll be tired at work. I’m gonna bring them to work with me and come home between classes,” Chloe explained, tip of her pointer brushing soothingly over Purple’s head. “I can also weigh them and stuff at work, and I bet some of the others will help out there, too. It was weird that nobody seemed to want to take them, though.” Her nose wrinkled, though she shook off the thought; Chloe had always been the first to jump at the chance to help, after all.

Glancing toward Beca, Chloe motioned to her chest, gaze instinctively dropping for the briefest of moments, though she quickly picked it back up again. “Still sore?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I’ll figure it out,” Beca muttered. “I can always hook myself up to a coffee IV at work, it’s fine.” She cast Chloe a tight-lipped smile before glancing back down to the kitten lapping at the milk droplet. “He seems like he’s worth it. They all do.” She peered over the side of the bed into the box of the three remaining kittens, all who seemed to be asleep at the moment. 

She blinked at Chloe’s question, following her gaze and puffing out a chuckle. Her cheeks warmed and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s been a rough week. Tattoos are healed up by now but this sucks so far.” Beca sighed. “They’ll get better I guess. Eventually.” 

CHLOE BEALE

“True,” Chloe shrugged, cracking a grin. “Sounds very healthy.” In spite of everything, she wasn’t trying to talk Beca out of it. In fact, she was very grateful for the help; it felt like a strangely nice bonding activity of some kind, taking care of the kittens together. While she watched Beca and Green from the corner of her eye, Chloe’s gaze drifted toward the box, sad smile tugging at her lips. “They do. I just feel bad for their mom. Their real mom,” she corrected, lifting the kitten up to talk in a baby voice, “I guess we’re your foster moms now, huh?”

Being careful not to let her gaze slip again, Chloe only nodded to Beca’s response. “Mm, when I got my navel piercing it bled for a whole week.” She paused, a look of horror creasing onto her face. “Wait, they’re not… bleeding, right?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I mean, captaining the Bellas for three years was pretty much like herding cats most of the time anyway. This shouldn’t be much different.” Beca’s heart cracked with empathy when Chloe mentioned the kittens’ mother, but then thumped harder at Chloe uttering the phrase foster moms. Like--both of them, doing this together. 

She wrinkled her nose with sympathy and shook her head. “No, no bleeding. They’re just, like--super fucking sensitive? Especially in the shower. Yikes.” Beca winced. “I guess they’re not as sore as a few days ago, so that’s good.”

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe giggled at the mental image, head nodding along in agreement. “I guess. Kittens are crazy, though. Like, even more than the Bellas. Especially when they get a little bigger and want to run around all night.” She really had gotten them into something here, but there was something exciting about it too, sharing this big task, and Chloe couldn’t quite put her finger on exactly what.

Her eyes immediately shot back toward the kitten, because Beca totally didn’t mean that kind of sensitive, but Chloe’s mind began to race somewhere it definitely shouldn’t. “Mm,” she hummed nonchalantly, keeping herself busy with shaking the syringe a little bit to keep Purple awake. “Then they’ll be better in no time. Be thankful you’re not a cat, if you were then the kittens would be suc—” She caught herself, trailing off and pulling the syringe carefully away, before settling the kitten down on its belly. “Gonna let your brother and sisters have some now, pretty girl?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I dunno, dude… drunk Bellas might be on that level.” She chuckled, a few specific college memories flashing in front of her eyes. (Literally flashing, in Stacie’s case.) Green Goblin yawned and licked his lips once more. Beca snickered. “Speaking of--are you milk drunk, buddy? You look like you’re ready for a nap.” 

Beca’s eyes popped wide and she blinked at Chloe, amusement twisting up the corners of her mouth as she scrunched up her nose yet again. “You’re such a weirdo,” she reminded Chloe for what must’ve been the ten thousandth time throughout their friendship. “Yeah, let’s switch it up. I’ll take Red.”

[jay-wells-writes]

All Day Thank You (Ralph x Reader) smut

Sweaty Ralph.... need I say more.

I could actually say more but right now I am still getting over the fact my husband read part of this story not knowing what it was. He knows I write, but he doesn't know details..... till now. 🤦‍♀️

Regardless I hope you all enjoy.

[[MORE]]

After looking at your phone and seeing that he had hung up, you felt your anger rise like the temperature outside. Knowing that Ralph's building didn't have air you had called to see if he had wanted to come by your place and hang out. You had waited for his answer a good couple of minutes before you had to call his name again. Instead of his normal relaxed tone he snapped "what" over the phone. After asking him a second time he replied with a short no and that he couldn't before saying he had to go and hanging up on you. To some, they would be questioning his actions. Wondering did he have someone else over there? but you knew that wasn't the case. Ralph was head over heels in love with you. He told you everyday that the team made him a better man, but that you made him want to continue to be said better man. He proved it by all the little things he did. Sometimes a quick message or a sticky note left around all over the place. 

So no, you knew deep down that he wasn't hiding anything from you, but that still didn't give him the right to talk to you like that. Grabbing your keys you headed out the door and to his place to find out what the hell was actually going on. Standing outside of Ralph's door you could hear him yelling random things at someone, but you couldn't hear any other voices coming from within. You were just about to knock on his door when suddenly you remembered the key he had made for you. 

Just stepping into his apartment you could feel the sweat pouring down your back. You noticed that Ralph had three fans running but they weren't doing anything for the heat. One of them was in the window pulling air into the overheated apartment while another was also in a window, but facing outward trying to pull all the hot air out. Turning the corner you see that Ralph is sitting on his couch in just a pair of basketball shorts and even though he had the third fan directly on him there was still large amounts of sweat running down his chest. Even though it was too hot to do anything you couldn't help but moan silently at the sight in front of you. Ralph had still yet to see you so that gave you time to really look at him. Even covered in sweat that man was doing things to you. 

"OH COME ON CISCO! NO no I am not bitching about that. I am hot, the damn air is broken and I am sitting on my couch in just shorts and I feel like I just jumped into a lake. Yet here you are asking for a blanket."

"You know I offered for you to come to my place."

"WHAT THE… y/n what are you doing here? Hey guys give me a second….. no Barry I am not backing out of the party. Y/n here."

Placing the gaming controller down and pulling the headset off Ralph stood and made his way to you. Placing his hands on your hips Ralph leaned down and gave you a quick kiss, all the while trying not to rub his sweat covered chest over you. 

"What are you doing here?"

Running your fingers over his chest you smiled up at Ralph before smacking him.

"I came to see what was wrong cause you were short and kinda an ass on the phone with me. Then I come in here and it feels hotter in here then out there. What the hell are you doing to yourself?"

"OUCH! babe! Look I am sorry, it's just that Barry, Cisco, and myself signed up for this tournament. Trust me I would rather be with you somewhere nice and cool instead of here, but we play till we are defeated. So I can't leave."

Rubbing your hand across your forehead you couldn’t help but shake your head at Ralph. 

“How could you be one of the smartess men I know and yet be so stupid?”

Looking at you like you grew another head Ralph answered.

“Um thank you?”

“Ralph, how many times I have been over here while you played games? You know that even if you were playing all day I would find something to do. Sooo why wouldn’t it be the same way at my place?”

It took a few minutes for Ralph to understand what it was you were saying, but you knew the minute he did because he rolled his eyes back while tilting his head backwards. 

“God I am such an idiot.”

Laughing you placed your hand on his chest. 

“Yes you are, but we can chalk this up to the heat. So how about we load your stuff up and get over to my place?”

Sighing Ralph shook his head. 

“No time now. We have like six minutes till it starts. That isn’t enough time to unhook everything, get to your place, and hook it all back up.”

“Umm baby. Who are you friends with?”

Again it took a bit longer then you would have liked for Ralph to answer, but he threw his hands up and shouted “Barry” while turning back to the couch. Reaching for his mic you watched as Ralph pick it up and begged Barry to help out. Before you know it everything, including yourself and Ralph, was standing in your apartment. Hearing and seeing Ralph moan as the air conditioner hit his overheated body had you walking away before you could do anything, like jump him. 

Walking into the kitchen you grabbed a couple of waters from your fridge to give you time to cool off. Making your way back into the living room Ralph had sat down and was back to talking with Barry and Cisco over the gaming system. Standing behind the couch you placed one of the bottles on Ralph's chest. Hearing him scream at how cold the bottle was had you giggling as you walked around the couch.

"Here. Drink both of them back to back so you can replace what you lost while sitting in that oven you call a place. I am going to go watch some tv in the bedroom." Just as you had gotten to the bedroom you felt Ralph wrap his arm around you and pull you back to him. After a couple of steps back you realized that Ralph had still been on the couch. Turning around in his arm you saw that you had been correct in your assumption. Stepping out of his arm you walked back to the couch and gave Ralph a quick kiss. "That's just wrong in so many ways Ralph." 

Laughing Ralph pulled you down for a couple of more kisses.

"Oh don't deny you like it. Now go… game is about to start." Tapping your hand against his chest you turned and headed for your bedroom. "Hey y/n, I love you."

Turning to look back at Ralph you smiled at him.

"I love you too baby."

Two hours later you had been laying in bed watching a movie when you felt the bed dip. Looking behind you slightly you saw that Ralph had snuggled into you.

"You guys out now?"

Shaking his head against your back Ralph looked up at you while resting his chin on your shoulder. 

"Nope, there is an all around break right now."

"Oh, so how long do you have?"

"About an hour."

"Good. Then get the heck off of me and go shower. You stink." 

Instead of fighting you on it Ralph tugged on your side and whined.

"Only if you shower with me." 

Letting out a sigh you lifted your hand as to say lets go. Standing up Ralph took a hold of your hand and helped you sit up in the bed. After your feet touched the floor Ralph pulled away and made his way to the bathroom. By the time you made it to the bathroom Ralph had already stripped out of his shorts and was standing in the shower. After removing your clothes and stepping in behind him. Ralph reached behind himself and moved you so that you were standing in front of him with your back to his chest. 

Regardless of how hot it was outside Ralph had the shower set to the perfect temp. As you tilted your head back to rest on him, you could feel Ralph's hand start to run over your stomach before moving his hand lower. Even though you had water hitting your face you turned your head slightly and looked up at Ralph.

"What are you doing Ralph?"

Before answering you Ralph slipped his middle finger through your outer lips and began to draw circles around your clit.

"Well, I figured I owed you." Putting your hand over his you tried to stop him but Ralph used his free hand to turn your face to his and began to kiss you as best he could at that angle. Sliding his hand from your face you felt Ralph bring it to your breast. Soon all you were able to do was hold onto his arms as he brought you closer to cumming. Pulling his mouth away from yours Ralph began to speak in your ear as you started to roll your hips even faster against his hand. "Regardless of what you say, I do owe you y/n. Not for today, but for everyday. There are not many women that are as understanding, sweet, and loving as you are. Then to add to it, you could give two shits I play video games all day. No, for you all that matters is we are within my arms reach of each other. So be prepared, cause every chance I get today I am going to be thanking you. Hope you are ready to get off all day today." 

Ralph knew how to play your body like a fine instrument because within his little speech he had you on the edge waiting. You wanted to tell him that he didn't have to do this but at that moment you would give him anything if he would just let you cum. Digging your nails into his arms you started to roll your hips faster.

"Please Ralph."

"Please what."

"I need to cum."

"Then cum."

Suddenly Ralph's mouth was over yours as he swallowed your shout. Even as your body was coming down from your release Ralph continued to draw circles over your clit. When the sensation became too much you pulled your mouth away from his and begged him to stop. Bringing his hand up you watched as he slipped the digit into his mouth and sucked it clean. After one more rise Ralph turned the water off and helped you out of the tub, realizing that he had no clean clothes, because you had not started laundry, he just wrapped a towel around his hips and gave you a wink before leaving the bathroom.  

By 8 o'clock that night you were ready for bed you were so tired. Ralph had ended up keeping his promise and every chance he got he was working another orgasms from your body. It didn't matter what you were doing. Oh, your doing laundry, well hop up here and let me go down on you. Making dinner, that's ok just stand there like that. By the time you had gotten dinner around you had became sensitive and tired. So after eating you stretched out on the couch next to Ralph with your feet in his lap. You had been unsure of how long you had been asleep, but when you woke up the first thing you noticed was the system and tv were off and Ralph's hand had slipped past your underwear and his fingered had slipped in. Even though you had whined about having enough you opened your legs and allowed Ralph to lay on top of you. As his fingers continued to move in and out of you Ralph latched on to your neck, leaving small love bites. You really didn't think you had anymore to give but Ralph was proving you wrong as once again you felt yourself getting closer to another orgasm. Fingers digging into Ralphs arms you pushed your chest out and started to whine.

"Ralph, I don't think I can do this."

Pulling his mouth away from your neck Ralph removes his hand only to line himself up to you. As he slowly pushed in he brought his mouth to your ear and started to encourage you.

"Just one more baby. I know you think you can't cum again, but your body is telling me different. The way you are pulsing around me right now tells me you are close. So am I, going all day hearing the sounds you made and not doing anything to ease my tension has me on edge and ready to go myself. So just give me one more."

Both of you knew that you would do as he asked, so instead of waiting for an answer Ralph attacked your mouth, swallowing your moans as he began to move. It really wasn't a surprise that Ralph had been right about you being close. After thrusting into you a couple more times you had pulled your mouth away from his and shouted as you shook from the intensity of your orgasm. Having become over sensitive you tried to push Ralph away, but as you had been coming down from your high he had slipped an arm under your leg. This kept you from pushing him away put also allowed him to continue to thrust into you, but it wasn't long after you Ralph was laying his head on your chest as he moaned and you could feel him pulsing inside of you as he was cumming. Instead of moving off of you Ralph gentle laid the rest of his body on top of you. Having shifted down some the most of his weight was now on your legs while his head rested on your stomach. Humming in content you let one hand trace patterns on his arm while your other hand slipped into his hair. 

"I need another shower, but I have no energy for it."

Lifting his head and laying his chin on your stomach Ralph gave you a wink and smirked.

"It's a good thing you have me then." As you yelled no you started to push Ralph off you which caused him to laugh with how little energy you had. "Ok ok, no shower. How about we take a bath instead? And I promise nothing more than that. A nice warm bath."

Stopping you looked at Ralph.

"Promise?"

Laughing Ralph laid a kiss to your stomach.

"Promise." 

Nodding your head Ralph stood up and held his hand out. Placing your hand in his he lead you to the bathroom. Leaning you against the counter Ralph set to work on getting the temperature right. After getting in you rested your head on Ralph's chest while his fingers drew designs on your stomach.

"So how did you guys play? Did you win?"

"Well um, not exactly."

Turning your head up you saw the sheepish look on Ralph's face.

"What happened?"

"Well um, we were disqualified."

"How did you manage that?"

"Well we had been playing great. Top of the list. We had gotten down to the last six teams and while waiting for the matches to start we started talking smack to the other teams. We then found out that we had been playing with a bunch of kids after making one cry and having them tell their father. It turns out that the tournament was for 14 years and younger."

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[rocket-remmy]

Intro To Queer||Morgan and Remmy

In which Morgan explains to Remmy what U-haul Lesbians are.

(Content warning: Mild homophobia mentions)

Morgan had shed two of her extra sweaters and done her hair to greet the InstaCart driver without getting weird looks. It was bad enough being perma-cold, still living at the Traveler’s Rest, and ordering jelly beans along with her tea and microwave soup. She could at least spruce up and look like the composed adult she wished she was. And now Remmy was coming over! With a thermal blanket! It was silly, certainly, but Remmy for some reason thought well of her without Morgan putting in too much effort. It as a nice, if not unfamiliar feeling, and Morgan didn’t want to disappoint by answering the door half-feral in her pajamas and hoodie. She made herself some coffee, courtesy of Cassie, and took her cup outside to watch the sky. She hadn’t seen the sun in three days, but the cloud cover was looking extra thin; maybe she’d get lucky. When she saw a lanky ragamuffin of a person start ambling uncertainly up the stairs, she leaned over the railing and called down. “Are you Remmy?”

Remmy had met a lot of people off the internet in the past few weeks. It was almost becoming a regular thing, now. But it was a community board! It was supposed to be for this kind of thing to happen safely! It was just a weird thing, for Remmy. Remmy, who had mostly been without internet and cell phone service and satellite TV for several years. They had an old bunny ears box back at base, but they were only allowed to turn it on every other night, and only for an hour or two, if the Lieutenant was feeling nice. They had radios, though. Lots of radios. The point in all that, Remmy reminded themself, was that the internet just wasn’t something they were used to. But hey hadn’t been led wrong yet. And Cece vouched for Morgan. So this was going to be okay. Remmy didn’t really know what to expect, or what else to bring, so they’d brought some tea Blanche had bought them, a beanie, some hand warmers, and, of course, the blanket. When someone called out to them, Remmy stopped and looked around. “Yeah! That’s me!” Squinted. “Are you Morgan?”

Now that they were closer, it was painfully, sweetly, obvious who this was. Remmy, who apparently hadn’t gotten around to buying a backpack or even one of those reusable plastic bags from the grocery store, had taken it upon themselves to wrangle her get-well presents and carry them all the way from Gallow’s End. It was just the kind of earnest thing someone who could call her a good person without meeting her would do. Morgan gave them a friendly wave and came to meet them at the top of the stairs. “It’s me!” She called. “Come on up, I’ve got snacks I don’t want to move to my new place! You know, you look pretty good for someone who lost an arm today.”

Remmy couldn’t see too well from far away. It was probably the missing eye, but it could’ve also been the pile of stuff in front of them that prevented them from fully seeing Morgan. Just a puff of curly hair and a sweater, right now. “Hey!” They called out, trying to give a wave, but realized they’d drop all the stuff if they did that, so they just gave a shrug. “Coming!” Padded quickly up the stairs until they reached almost reached the top, finally able to see the person waiting for them at the top, pausing in blindsighted surprise. Morgan was shorter than Remmy, but she had one of those cute, innocent faces framed all the more by her bustle of curls on her head. It wasn’t the sight Remmy had been expecting, and this would make the second time they’d almost stumbled into something when seeing a pretty girl for the first time. They tried to hand off the stuff, stuttering to say a proper hello and almost running straight into the pole at the top, a foot catching on one of the stairs. 

“Oh my god!” Morgan reached out to snag some of Remmy’s things and put a steadying hand on their arm. They were cold to the touch, about as frozen on the outside as she felt on the inside. Morgan made a careful note of this, in case it helped them figure out what they were, and helped them up the last step. They had lost their balance out of nowhere. “Careful, don’t want you to lose a foot too. Although, who knows, maybe it’s not that big a deal! But uh, you sure you didn’t get any other injuries on the beach?” She smiled at them coyly; there was a flustered look in their face, like they were embarrassed, the way teenagers sometimes got. Heck, the way even she’d sometimes gotten over a pretty face. “We don’t have to talk about it, though, let’s just get inside in one piece, yeah?” She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders as she spoke and propped open her rickety door for Remmy to come inside.

“Sorry!” Remmy called out, even as they stumbled and tried to catch themself on the railing. “Sorry! I’m just--” Clambered up the last step and onto stable ground, though that wasn’t saying too much for Remmy. Their dad always said they could probably trip over nothing. Standing up straight and holding out the blanket, Remmy gave as much of a grin back as they could, their eyes darting to try and stay focused on Morgan, but having a bit of a rough time with it. This usually happened with new people. “Umm-- yeah. I mean, no! Nothing else! I think. Just a lot of lobsters! Or um-- whatever they were. But yeah! Inside. Let’s do that.” Scooted through the door before turning around to look at Morgan, unsure of what to do now. “Uh-- I didn’t know if you needed anything else! So I brought like...a hat. And some tea! And those handwarmers. They’re great, you can even put them like in your gloves or socks and they make your whole hand or foot warm!” Stood with their hands held out, holding up the aforementioned gifts, a crooked smile on their face.

Morgan curled up at the foot of the bed, nicely cocooned in the thermal blanket for all the good it did and let Remmy talk themselves out. They were a nervous one, and she couldn’t suss out just from observation whether it was her, or the day, or just...Remmy. “Thank you,” she said. “This is really kind of you to do for someone you’ve just talked to a couple times. But listen, I was planning on having some jelly beans with my coffee and watching some old Grey’s Anatomy episodes if you hadn’t come,so you don’t have to stay if hanging out in a room like this with a stranger-like person makes you nervous. And, you know, we can try and unpack some of that stuff you mentioned too, if you did feel like staying around.” She took another sip of her coffee and smiled up at Remmy in a way that she hoped convey her lack of desire to murder them or whatever else they might be worried about. “You just seem tense, which is more than understandable, and I don’t want you stick around because you feel like you have to, okay? This right here is perfect.” She clasped the blanket a little tighter. “I’m good.”

“Oh, well-- you were like super nice when we talked and answered my questions and put up with me,” Remmy immediately said, “And plus I accidentally flaked on helping you pack that one time! But I-I promise it’s not you! Well, I mean, it’s kinda you-- but not in a bad way! In the like ‘you’re really pretty and I didn’t expect that and I sometimes just get really nervous around pretty people’ kind of way! So like… not bad.” They paced a minute, before deciding to force themself to sit down in the one little chair by the bed. “Not that I’m hitting on you or anything! I just think you’re very pretty! And like nice and sweet and you didn’t freak out on me when I told you my arm grew back.” A pause, where they were sure they should need to take a breath, but didn’t. “And I wanna stay! I do. I’m sorry-- the rambling probably doesn’t help. It’s uh-- my doctor said it’s a coping thing. Um, cause my mind races a lot? I guess that happens to vets um...a lot. When they come back. You sure you’re okay? Is the blanket helping? Can I get you more coffee or something?”

So it was just Remmy, poor thing. Morgan couldn’t help but smile wider, fluff her hair back and over the side the way she thought made her look even younger as they stumbled over themselves to explain. Like, very pretty? Who even talked that openly anymore? Did Remmy even know how to be any other way? Morgan was almost afraid to ask. This town had some dark shadows hiding in it, and even if most people she had met were nice, people like Remmy were usually the first ones kicked down and crushed when something went wrong. “Remmy, I would bottle you up and keep you on tap for dark days if I could. Figuratively speaking, of course. Not actually, even if that was a thing that I could do, which it isn’t.You are, as the kids say, too good for this world, Remmy. Grab one of the other blankets and come sit by me. I have all the coffee I need--nothing actually makes me warmer, so I’ve been going with distraction to help facilitate a nice placebo--and I promise not to bite, or hit on you either. Although you are very fine looking yourself and it’s always nice to get some queer attention with a face this girly.” She wriggled her free hand out of her blanket burrito and patted the floor. 

Remmy looked over at Morgan, then to the spot next to her. “Oh? I mean, you may not be able to bottle me, but you can definitely message me any time! I don’t sleep a lot or often anymore, cause of all the meds I’m on, although now I’m not sure it’s cause of those. Cause, like, if I’m not human, then, do human drugs work on me? You know?” Swallowed heavily. The word reverberated in Remmy’s head. Queer. Not that it was bad or sounded bad or was negative in anyway, but that ingrained, visceral reaction to hearing the word, the one that was drilled into Remmy’s head, made their fingers wring tightly together. “Is it that obvious?” they blurted without thinking, then stopped, biting their lip. “I mean-- sorry! It’s not that-- I’m not like-- I mean I am like that, it’s just-- new.” They stood up from the chair, sat back down. Looked at the spot next to Morgan and her welcoming face; the blanket burrito looked comfortable, too. Remmy bit the inside of their cheek, before standing up again and tentatively scooting over, sitting down next to Morgan, making sure to not touch her. Their eyes stared holes into the ground in front of them. “I’m not like-- ashamed or anything. I think. At least, not anymore. It’s just-- cause in the military-- with DADT-- and most of the higher ups didn’t approve. But like-- it’s obvious?” Finally, they looked up at Morgan, but only for a brief second, before their eyes fell back to the floor in front of them. They weren’t sure what they wanted the answer to be.

“Oh, Remmy,” Morgan whispered. Whatever she had expected them to say next, it hadn’t been...all of that. This was much more real shit than Grey’s Anatomy. “Wow. Okay….okay…” She breathed out slowly, knowing she should pick her words extra careful. Shit, of course Remmy would be fucked up after DADT. In her head, it was over when it was over, and as bad as things were for people like them, people didn’t talk about it getting back-walked like they did other things. She tried to think about what she would have wanted to hear when she was more scared of herself, or scared for different reasons. What she wished she’d heard after the news broadcasts and the protests blipped off the TV and she crept back to bed, unnoticed by her parents. She had no clue. “Well,” she said gently, watching the ripples in her coffee cup as it quivered, “Straight women don’t get so flustered like that around girls. And second, you’re a ‘they,’ right? I only know that from knowing you and your pronouns, but all the same…” It felt like she was breaking some bad news to Remmy, and she didn’t want to be. But how else did she talk about this when she remembered so vividly-- “Look, I was seven, when they were making jokes about gay plague in the white house press briefing room, and the president was pitying those poor gays, bringing it on themsleves, and my grandma said things like, ‘it’s adam and eve, not adam and steve!’ I didn’t know how I was then. No one did, because I liked my dolls and my dresses so much. But it was in my head when I started figuring it out.” Worse than that, it had convinced her she was the reason so many bad things happened to her family. If all the gays in New York City could bring down a plague, of course one girl could ruin her family. It had been happening since she was born, so why not? Even after her mother told her never, baby, never, this is so much bigger than you, this has nothing to with how special you were made, Morgan had found herself wondering anyway for a long time after. But she wasn’t ready to tell that part to Remmy, or to anyone. “I get how afraid someone can be about this. And you should keep saying...what your are, and that you’re not ashamed. As often as you can. Because it’s probably going to take awhile before you really get there.”

“I don’t know what I am,” Remmy said after a long silence. They were trying to let Morgan’s words settle in, but it felt as if there were trampolines inside their head and everything was just bouncing around with no stopping, no one thought to hold onto. “I mean...I know I’m not...what I was born as. And it’s weird, but that’s somehow easier to accept than being--” they stopped. Maybe they were still ashamed. They couldn’t say the word out loud without feeling their skin bristle and their hands shake and their senses sharpen. Just like when they were in the field, that impending sense of doom. That someone had spotted them, that someone knew, and they were going to hurt them. Because they could. Because they wanted to. Remmy swallowed. “They still said those things, even when I was born. When I was growing up, where I was from. It got you beaten at best, and killed at worst. I didn’t even know until I was older. I couldn’t even entertain the idea that I might be.” They hadn’t even noticed there were tears in their eyes. Remmy scrubbed one away with their sleeve. “Sorry...I know that’s not fair. You lived through a really rough time, too. And-and you very brave, to have been open about it. Sometimes I wish I had been, maybe this’d all be easier. Maybe I wouldn’t be pushing thirty and just now trying to figure out how to talk to pretty girls, you know?” Remmy gave a sniffle and a crooked smile. “But I am now. And I just gotta...think about that.” They scrubbed their face again. “You musta been so scared…” they said quietly.

Morgan stayed still and quiet. She hadn’t been open, was the thing. Sure, she came out to her mom, once in awhile she sat in the back at student meetings. She’d kept a flyer in her notebook about a bus trip to visit the AIDS quilt when it came to Austin once. But she let her sweaters and her makeup do most of the hiding for her, and if she ever stared too long at a girl, or brushed up too close, there was always some excuse and people always seemed ready to take it. She didn’t have her first real date until she was practically Remmy’s age. She still hadn’t had much in the way of a real relationship. How could she, with what happened to her dad? “Yeah, course I was,” she said quickly. “But it was never going to be easy, okay? No matter what disaster you were born in the middle of. I mean that in a nice way. You’re not...doomed or anything just because you’re on your own time. Temporality is different for queer children. Does that make sense?”

The hesitation should have given a Remmy a hint at something else, but they kept quiet. If Morgan didn’t want to bring it up, neither would they. Remmy looked back down at the carpet, playing with a snagged bit that had stuck up and begun to fray. “I don’t think I feel doomed. I just feel...cheated, I guess. Like...I missed so much time. Time that I can’t get back.” They glanced over at Morgan. There was a sort of relief to being able to dump all this on someone, finally, but Remmy still felt that pang of guilt. That saying these things, talking about this, was just dumping their problems on someone else. It was don’t ask, don’t tell for a reason in the military. It wasn’t just queer people that kept their mouths shut. It was everyone with something that showed any bit of weakness or non conformity. Their life had been order and strict and routine for so long they hadn’t realized that time was being stolen from them, bit by bit, as they fell in line and did as ordered. “The first, um-- the first time I kissed a girl was in high school and it scared me so much I pretty much ghosted her for the next two years. Which is kinda...hard to do in a school of only 300 students.” They were quiet again, and found that they really wanted to be closer to Morgan. Scooted slightly. She felt safe. It’d only been five minutes, but Morgan felt safe. “I wish it was easy.”

Morgan noticed Remmy scoot closer to her. She looked over her shoulder at them. She had imagined them as older, even with all the anxiety, they were so reserved, so haunted. But in this moment they just seemed lost. “Maybe one day it will be,” she said. “You’ll...take the leap enough times that you get used to it!” She brightened herself up with a big smile. It didn’t quite reach her eyes, but she hoped it made Remmy feel better all the same. “Not ghosting girls you kiss is probably a good start. I mean, unless that’s something you agree on doing together, in which case, that’s great.”

Remmy gave a little smile, still crooked and tired on their face. But they hoped Morgan got the point. They were grateful for her. “I just don’t want anyone to ever have to suffer like that, you know…” They stopped picking at the carpet. “Not even for myself, I just...don’t want anyone to go through that.” A tiredness settled over them, one they hadn’t felt in a long time. “Yeah, I think I can handle that. The um-- not ghosting anyone.” They scooted a little closer again, then leaned over and set their head on Morgan’s shoulder. She was still shivering slightly, but it didn’t bother Remmy. They just liked being close, to a physical body. “I’m still just figuring out how to navigate being...you know, um...liking girls? And now I might have to try and learn what it means to not be human…” a sigh. “How do you do it?” they asked. “Be so open with it all? The magic, the liking girls...Isn’t it scary?”

Morgan didn’t mind Remmy’s cold little head on her shoulder. As they settled in, she tugged on their arm through the blanket and tucked them around her in a way that felt more cozy to her. She leaned her head in theirs, trying to nest in like those nesting necklace halves, but not quite getting it right around ears and jawlines and tufts of hair. “The magic is actually kind of easy. Kind of. I mean, my shop is Beck’s Witchery, it would be stupid to talk out of both sides of my mouth about that. But when I say I’m a witch, nine times out of ten people assume I mean I burn incense in a pentagram stamped cauldron and like, doodle rhyming spells with the help of my tarot cards. It doesn’t mean anything. I only talk about the alchemy when I think it’s at least reasonably safe to. And if I’m wrong, then they just don’t believe me. They assume I’m delusional, or stupid, or both, and in that case, what’s the point anyway, right?” She sighed and tried to settle into Remmy again. She couldn’t tell if they really were as cold as they felt or if the chill inside her was just that bad. “As for making time with pretty girls, well, I hate to break it to you, but it really was just practice. I um, I was actually your age, basically, when I went on my first date-date.” She laughed. “Is that something people say? Date-date? But my first kiss was a little before then. Real kiss, unless we’re counting drunk truth or dare, which I don’t think we should. She just uh—kinda did it. We met at a bar, danced and drank, and she walked me to my car. ‘I’m gonna kiss you goodnight okay?’ And I was so relieved and excited I didn’t do anything. I just...melted and watched her walk away. Like, crap, people do that? It made me realize I could do it too. Make it into something easy. It’s not so different from magic in that way. You have to say what you want if you want to get anything at all. And then, well, all the practice.”

Remmy let Morgan tuck herself against them, staying still while she adjusted. They missed being close to people. Though their other teammates hadn’t been so openly intimate, Remmy could always count on crawling into a bunk next to Dario and falling asleep in his arms. Moose was a nice cuddle buddy, but it was hard to spoon a dog. “I guess, yeah,” they said, trying to take in exactly what Morgan was saying. It was hard, though, for Remmy to brush people off like that. “I don’t think I’m as um...easy going as you might be. About other people. Maybe that’s not the word, um…” They paused as Morgan shifted. “S-sorry, I can move if…” Cleared their throat. “Oh, uh-- I think people still say date-date. I guess there’s a difference between like, friend-date and date-date.” They reached out to pick at the carpet again. “I’m sorry…” they weren’t sure for what, exactly, but if felt like the only thing to say. “I’m glad you um-- got to experience that though. And learned how to be yourself. Guess we’re all kinda...running late on that dating thing, aren’t we?” They pulled their hands back into their lap, thinking for a moment. “A girl kissed me the other night. Um-- outside a bar. It was….really nice actually. And now she wants to come over and watch movies and I’m freaking out a little.”

“You’re fine, silly,” Morgan laughed. “And by easy-going do you mean demi, or like, just not into hook ups and friends with benefits? Or just like...confidence? These are all big distinctions, and I’m feeling curious.” She nudged Remmy in their side through her blanket, teasing. “And we’re not running late! Not...exactly! We operate under different temporal rules because or coming to understand ourselves has been so historically fucked and endangered! And delayed queer adolescence is a thing and---I’m turning into a lecturer now,” she laughed again. “So tell me more about this girl. And also don’t freak out. You’re a cute, scruffy little stud. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Well, except getting their heart broken. Which, given this was a rando at a bar, seemed pretty likely. But that wasn’t exactly pep talk material. 

Remmy felt their cheeks get a little warm. “Um-- I don’t think I entirely understand what demi is, but um...I guess I’m not really into hook-ups. I like feeling a connection with someone. Never really...considered friends with benefits thing before. There wasn’t really room for um-- sexual experimentation in the army. And since I joined when I was seventeen, I didn’t really...leave myself that room to explore.” Morgan always seemed positive about things, and Remmy liked that. It was a sort of kindred experience. There were a lot of people here, and back at the VA that were nothing but bad vibes and pessimism. Not that Remmy really blamed them, everyone had their own shit going on-- but it was nice to meet another person who also tried to look more on the bright side of things. “It’s okay. To lecture. I don’t know a lot of this stuff. I feel so...outside of the um-- culture? I don’t know...how to explain it. I try my best, but it’s-- there’s a lot.” They couldn’t help but smile at the mention of it, though. “You think I’m cute?” More of a tease, but Morgan was the second person to tell them that. “Oh, um-- her name is Taylor. She’s a singer.”

Morgan nudged Remmy again. “I think you’re very cute. If you ever figure out your stance on friends with benefits, you should definitely let me know.” She wasn’t exactly holding her breath. Remmy was fresh as a baby when it came to the whole intimacy and relationships. Morgan had heard more than one woman swear they never wanted a basket of rainbows and forever, but she didn’t buy it. Maybe it wasn’t what fit everybody, but she couldn’t imagine someone not hoping it might and trying to find it. “A singer? Like, rock and roll, or just a girl and her guitar, or, I guess they come with a ukulele more often now. Either way, not too shabby. But why are you freaking out? If she’s interested in you, what’s to worry about?”

Remmy’s cheeks got warmer. “Oh, um...o-okay.” They swallowed, and were suddenly thankful that Morgan couldn’t see their face right now because it was probably beet red and they were sure their eyes were wider than coins. Remmy had done friends with benefits with a couple of the guys before, but that was because dating was almost strictly forbidden in boot camp, and there wasn’t much time for anything else when they were deployed. “Yeah! A singer. Um-- I think more rock? She’s in a band. It’s called Knot Known. I guess they’re going on tour soon, that’s what she said. I walked her to her car and she gave me her card.” They smiled again, softer. “I-i don’t know why I’m worried. I just...get that really weird feeling in my stomach and like, I’m gonna say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing or not be good enough or funny enough or smart enough.” 

“Aaw, you like her!” Morgan cooed. “Oof, and after just one meeting. She is either crazy impressive, or you fall hard and fast, bless your heart.” Called it, she thought with a wry grin. “But that’s not always a bad thing. We need more hearts of gold in this cold, cold world. But, you can’t let all those butterflies get the better of you. You just have to be yourself, let yourself enjoy the moment. Like right now but different.”

“What!? No! I mean-- I like her, of course I do! She’s nice and pretty and--” Remmy paused mid-sentence and closed their mouth. Their whole face felt warm now. “I...okay, maybe I do like her, but like-- I don’t know if I’m ready for anything. Or if I want anything to happen? I just…” They crinkled their nose, felt that tightness in their chest again just like that night outside the bar. “It felt really nice. To be...liked by someone like that. N-not that no one’s ever liked me! It’s just always been...guys.”

“Bless your poor heart!” Morgan laughed. “Guys? No shame, or judgement. But guys will get into anything if they think there’s a piece of ass for them in it. That’s their thing. And you don’t really sound like someone who also likes guys, so she’s still your first. Your first serious crush!” She wanted to pinch their cheeks, they were getting as flustered as a child. “Of course it feels different! Just, okay, don’t go too hard, like bring flowers on the first date. Try and keep your cool for a little bit before you fall into big, deep, U-Haul love. And having a crush doesn’t have to mean doing anything about it. If you want to take it slow and steady, you should do that.” Morgan was thinking all of this out as she spoke, but it sounded right, like something a person with relationships would say, and it made enough sense for her to stand by it. 

“I mean, I dated guys for a long time,” Remmy said. They understood that dating guys before didn’t take away from who they were now, or even back then, but the idea of being an imposter among queer peers still plauged them when they thought too much about it. Not realizing you were gay until you were 28 didn’t seem like a very shared experience. “Oh, yeah-- o-okay. I mean...I’m not even sure it’s a date. It’s just movies and stuff. U-haul l-love?” They blinked, finally sat up, looked at Morgan confusedly. “I don’t know...what that means.” Furrowed their brow. “There should be like...a book for all this. Or like a youtube tutorial video.”

Morgan looked at Remmy with a fond kind of pity, so alone! So anxious! So much life ahead of them! “It’s just a thing people say, or said, maybe I’m dating myself. But it’s just this idea that, when it comes to women dating each other, they’ll get attached super quickly, and by the second date they’ll want to move in together. And, I have seen that sort of thing happen before so it’s not just a cliche about femmes having too many feelings, but that’s beside the point,” she explained. “Just find your way between having fun in the moment in being careful. That’s the most anyone can do, right? And the good news is that these days there probably are a lot more resources for you right now. Just just have to give yourself time to look for them! Ooh, you should see if the VA will pay for you to go to UMWC! You can get a minor in gay studies. But—besides the point! Just, do the thing I said before, and you’ll probably be fine.”

Remmy couldn’t quite place the look on Morgan’s face, but it was definitely one they’d seen before. Tilting their head, they listened intently to her talk. She sure could talk an ear off, that was for sure. It kinda made Remmy smile. “After only two dates!?” they said, exasperated. “Geez...I don’t think I could ever do that. As much as I like people…” a shrug, chin tucked into their shoulder in a shy gesture. “Oh, I-- I’m not smart enough for that. I barely graduated high school. It’s sorta why I went into the military, you know? I didn’t really have any other options… But, um-- thanks for the vote of confidence. It um...means a lot.”

“Okay, so, maybe a slight exaggeration,” Morgan confessed. “But you get the idea. Two girls who met in my masters program did go from zero to living together in a week, though. But, you should really think about college! Maybe take some online community classes. You can learn, Remmy. You’re worth taking a chance on at least, right?”

“Wow, that’s…” Remmy shook their head, “I can’t even fathom that. Maybe it’s just me, though. I try not to judge people though. If that’s what they wanna do…” They looked over at Morgan, smiling a little brighter now. The day had had a rough start, and even though they still had so many questions about what they were and how to deal with it, they felt okay. They knew they’d be okay if there were people like Morgan in their life. “I guess I could look into it...a sort of friend offered me a job at his garage if I could get the schooling. Not sure I wanna be a mechanic, though. Too close to following in my dad’s footsteps.” They made a decision, then, nodding. “Whatever does happen, I’m gonna figure this out for you, Morgan. You’ve helped me so much, it’s the least I could do.” 

“Oh, don’t,” Morgan said dryly. The words had slipped loose before she could think better. Maybe it was the cold was finally getting to her head. Maybe Remmy was making her melt around the edges, guilting her with all their sad young puppy eyes, their earnestness, their energy. For someone who’d seen a battle zone, Remmy was relentless, even optimistic, at least about the world; about other people. “Let’s just watch some Grey’s, we have time for that right?” she said, shrugging it off like she was only talking about their situation here and now, like she wasn’t afraid the universe would hear them and pull on just that one thread to fuck with her, unraveling what little she’d managed to scrounge together here.

Remmy’s face twisted a moment. That wasn’t the reply they’d been expecting. Sure, they didn’t know what they’d expected Morgan to say, but it wasn’t that. Still...Remmy couldn’t just leave her when she was sick like this, and all she wanted to do was watch some TV with a friend. Remmy could give her that. The chest wasn’t going anywhere, anyway. They could go check it out tomorrow, later at night, when everyone else was tucked in bed and they were lying awake staring at the grey ceiling of their apartment. “Yeah…” they said, sitting back down and settling back against Morgan, shoulder to shoulder. “We’ve got time for that.”

[bapydemonprincess]

I wanna see more Mey-rin!! Maybe some aftermath of her first time with Sebastian and Grelle? ;)

Oookay! I’m sorry this has taken so long to get to, but there were LOTS of other things on my mind XD;;; BUT I never forgot about this!! So here I go!! 🖤🖤🖤

Whatever time it was, didn’t really matter at the moment, as all the phantomhive maid knew was that she was so comfortable waking up in bed, despite her foggy brain briefly remembering she was still naked under the covers and why she was naked.

Opening her eyes allowed blurry but still pretty sunlight to greet her, as well as the movements of one tall white blob in the corner of her vision. There was only one thing this blob could be that came to mind... and it only made Mey-rin start to blush with returning memories...

Oh curse my eyes, She thought, still staring on as secretly as she could without moving an inch. Come on, come on.. move a bit further away... move a biiit furtheer-

“I can tell you’re awake, you know, dear.” Sebastian simply threw out, while clearly still busy getting dressed. “With my heightened senses I could sense when your heart rate picked up a faster pace, signalling not only that you were no longer asleep,” And then the blurry form turned, likely back towards the bed, and stepped closer. “But that you were watching and enjoying the view as well.” He finished in a purr as his form lowered, bending to her eye level.

“Am I correct?” Sebastian asked unnecessarily in a more hushed tone, staring back at her with a gorgeous face Mey-rin could barely make out. And it only lead the maid to pouting.

“Y-Yes...” She squeaked out, and tried to hide more of her face under the blanket.

But Sebastian was having none of it, chuckling and reaching out to stroke her likely frizzy morning bed hair, almost soothingly.

“I thought so.” He simply said, still quietly, and just continued for a moment to.. pet her.

Mey-rin sighed, eyes closing again against her will. Oh goodness, she could get used to this.

“There, you keep resting now.” Sebastian’s voice came again, still that soft calming tone. So close to her now. “You will need it.” And then Mey-rin felt a light quick touch to her head. A kiss???

Before Mey-rin could ask what he meant by that, though, a long, low hum and groan came from behind her, and likely from her other bed mate who had also been sleeping.

“Ohhh, that sounds like some good advice, Bassy dear.” Grelle Sutcliff mumbled, voice groggy and most definitely cute, as she made a bit of a clamor moving and shifting in the Phantomhive Butler’s bed that they’d all ended up in the the rest of yesterday evening. Next thing Mey-rin knew, her little naked form was enveloped in big warm arms from behind and dragged closer in bed to the amorous reaper, who started stroking her bare side with one hand, the other following Sebastian’s example and going for her hair. Why was that so popular today?!

Mey-rin couldn’t help giggling a little while her entire face was BOILING HOT. “G-Good morning, Miss Sutcliff!!” She squeaked out.

“Good morning, my little darling.” The reaper purred right by her ear and then took a little love nip.

“Now Grelle, take it easy, I’m not quite sure Mey-rin’s body is entirely healed.” Sebastian warned, despite giving his red reaper an endearing look, knowing she really couldn’t help it, and sort of.. understanding himself now as he looked on at Mey-rin squirming in her clutches and grinning so wide. Oh, he’d never really paid attention to the maid’s adorable facial features until now... It was almost contagious. Sebastian put a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat to hide the smile wanting to spread over his visage, and also feeling a bit of heat come forth into his high cheeks.

“H-healed? I’m- I’m okay, I think!” Mey-rin squeaked, blinked and then squinted up at Sebastian, clearly getting bothered by her current inability to see the man.

“Ahhh, but that’s where you’re likely wrong, love!” Grelle chirped, quickly giving Mey-rin’s confused and flustered face a few smooches. “You had quite the experience last night after all! Going not one, not two but THREE rounds with a demon and a reaper! And oh, wasn’t it your first time as well?”

“Umm, uh, we-well um.. I- um... m... maybe..?” Mey-rin once again squeaked out, looking like she suddenly wanted to jump off the bed and hide under it. Her hands instinctively went to cover her face.

“It was indeed,” Sebastian simply confirmed, voice low but not in the whispering way of before, but more of that deep panther like voice Mey-rin recalled instantly coming out a few times last night.. “Which is quite surprising given how well she managed, don’t you agree, rufina?” He was absolutely being smug now.

“Mmmmhmmm,” Grelle replied, her tone going as high as it could before a giggle tumbled out and the chaotic woman was practically trying to pull Mey-rin into so they could become one or something. “I was absolutely delighted with how much of a natural my Mey Mey was in bed. Oh, you gave me such a turn, love!”

Mey-rin was trying to counter argue in some way, somehow, while still hiding her face, when the bed dipped and both women still in the bed went quiet as the butler clearly approached. Like a big cat lazily padding over the mattress, he was coming back in before he put on his dress shoes for the day, and reached over to first give Grelle a long awaited kiss, and then tried to gently pull Mey-rin’s hands off so he could do the same to her as well. All the while, mumbling out “Come now, be reasonable.” with that still very low and playful tone.

Finally Mey-rin relented, letting Sebastian pull her hands away, and smiling even though she still couldn’t make out his face.

“Ah,” Sebastian paused just before her lips, and then turned suddenly around!

“Whuh??” Mey-rin peeped, and practically felt Grelle laughing behind her.

“So cruel Bassy! I thought you’d’ve softened up by now!”

“Oh hush, I was merely retrieving her spectacles so she could actually see who was kissing her.”

“As if she could ever mistake your kisses for another! Give a girl more credit, Sebas!”

Mey-rin was giggling now. Oh how she loved these two... Wait, what??

Before she could dwell on that revelation though, her glasses were being gently pushed onto her face, and suddenly everything was clear.

“There, that’s better,” Sebastian commented, before holding the side of her rosie face and giving her a strangely tender kiss. Well, strange only because she still was getting used to this side of the butler.

And then as soon as he released her, Grelle was taking her face and making her twist around to face her too in bed. “My turn!” She claimed unabashedly before diving in.

Oh.. oh these kisses...!  They were making Mey-rin’s head spin and her tummy get bubbly, like it had last night..!

But then Grelle was pulling away now too. Her bright big green eyes shimmering like summer grass in the sun, her lips curled but not too much. It was like she was a bit calmer this morning. Which was hard to believe, but Mey-rin was seeing it for herself!

“I’m sad to say I cannot stay for much longer, dears. That old cold statue of a man will surely give me a unnecessary scolding if I remain MIA.” She sighed and there was a building tone of true, honest to goodness sadness in her tone and look.

“I-I’m sorry, Grelle! I wish there was somethin’ to do ‘bout that, yes I do!” Mey-rin automatically confessed, curling in and hugging her poor reaper tight.

“Oh, don’t say that, love.” Grelle cooed, cuddling her back. “I’ll never be able to part with you if you keep telling me these sweet things!”

“She has a point, though,” Sebastian sighed, moving in to also curl his arms around both women from Mey-rin’s opposite side. “I may be one hell of a butler, and a demon, but finding myself powerless against the laws of reaper-kind feels like true misery, rufina. You will be missed dearly.”

Grelle made a noise that sounded like she was sobbing, before she lifted her head and pulled back, and the two others found her still smiling.

“That’s enough of that!” She immediately snapped. “Bassy, you better take care of our human while I’m away, or I’ll be the one doing some DEADLY scolding when I return!”

Sebastian dipped his head as if giving a bow despite still laying down.

“You have my word, Miss Sutcliff.”

“And you!” Grelle cried, and swooped in to give the girl one more dramatic smooch.

When she pulled back, all she said was, “Keep an eye on him, poppet.” And winked.

Mey-rin had no time to even ask what that meant before both her new lovers were out of the bed and Grelle started rapidly dressing just as Sebastian had done. Good lord.. she must’ve become a master of redressing on the spot!

Click went Sebastian’s pocket watch as he closed it after having checked the time.

“Good, right on schedule.”

“As always,” Grelle remarked teasingly while slipping her big red jacket on.

“But of course, if I couldn’t do this much then--” 

However, Sebastian stopped himself when he noticed Mey-rin trying to get up now.

“No, no no!” He suddenly was saying, voice surprisingly.. rushed. He’d swooped in to grab her naked form and seemed to try carefully putting her back into the bed! “That simply will not do, Mey-rin, dear.” He told her, even tucking her back in without batting an eye.

Mey-rin looked utterly confused. “Um, why not, Mr. Sebastian??”

“I told you earlier, your body needs to recover.”

This only made Mey-rin turn hot once more. “Is.. is it that bad?? Can’t I at least stand up and get dressed??”

“Not yet. I’d advise letting me prepare you a bath first.”

“Wh-what? A- A bath??” Mey-rin felt like she must still be dreaming! Maybe one of those classic fantasy dreams of hers...

“Ooooh, good show, love.” Grelle chuckled and clapped approvingly. “A nice hot soak is exactly what such a delicate little flower such as you need, Mey. It’ll help you recover from all that abuse your body took last night!”

Mey-rin huffed and still looked incredulous. “But I’ve been through some tough spots before in my life.. I think I can handle a little soreness.”

“Oh it’s much more than that, dear, trust me. You’re body needs to heal in places you’ve never had to even focus on before!” And the reaper gave the maid a wink.

Mey-rin just looked like she wanted to hide again. “O-oh, I see..”

After teasing the flustered human some more, Grelle finally said a final goodbye, blowing the two kisses before she leapt out the window as if it was the most normal way to leave a room.

And now, Sebastian and Mey-rin were alone.

Sebastian went straight for his personal bathroom and started the water, before coming back out and heading for his bedroom door.

“I’ll just be gone a moment to rile everyone and wake the young master. Please don’t try again to get up and get dressed, alright?” He sounded serious but still.. tender when he spoke to her once more, hand on the knob.

“Ah, a-alright, Mr. Sebastian, I-I’ll behave, yes I will!” Mey-rin merely squeaked out.

But Sebastian sighed at this, pulled his hand off the knob, and came back to her.

“Mey-rin,” He started, kneeling right beside the bed. “I need you to know.. I.. I highly enjoyed being with you last night. More so than I imagined.” He reached up and tucked some stray strands behind his ear, his mysterious red eyes only staying on hers. And now.. she could see him.

Sebastian Michaelis was blushing as he admitted these things, and giving Mey-rin the sweetest little normal smile she’d ever seen!

“I.. also am anxious to see how this all plays out, really. So please forgive me if I.. return to old habits. I still need to be a butler, and you a maid.”

Mey-rin started to smile back, and couldn’t help taking the chance to throw back, “Even though the butler is forcin’ the maid to stay in bed currently?”

Sebastian just turned even REDDER.

“It’s.. the principle of the thing,” He mumbled, looking to the side guiltily.

Oh my GOD he’s... HE’S ADORABLE LIKE THIS, YES HE IS! Mey-rin’s brain screamed out.

“Of course,” Was all she could say back, “Mr. Sebastian.”

Sighing, Sebastian reached out and gently glided his gloved hand over her side and hip.

“And ah, by the by, Mey-rin... You only need to call me that outside the bedroom.” He winked.

Oh bloody hell, nevermind.

There was still a LOT Mey-rin would have to get used to, it seemed.

[umbureraakademi]

Introductory Note About the AU & Other Chapters & Face Claims

-a/n start-

[Potential spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen or finished TUA Netflix series but seriously how could you stop yourself from watching such a captivating show.]

Word Count: 1479

Ahh the awkward morning after chapters.

-a/n end-

The Hargreeves Case

Chapter 13

Jessica knocked at the door to Monica’s room for the second time when her first batch of knocks elicited no response. Ben was in the kitchen cleaning up after he made a stack of pancakes for breakfast.

Not looking up from what he was doing he said, “Let her sleep, love. She probably had a rough night last night.”

“But I can’t wait to hear about it! Plus, the pancakes are getting cold.” Jessica whined, knocking at Monica’s door again. “Maica! Rise and shine, darling. Ben made pancakes!” when there was still no response she knocked again, continuing, “C’mon, gurl! I can’t wait to hear about your shitty date with that son of a--”

Jessica was unable to finish her sentence as the door creaked open and she was greeted with the sight of Diego in his shirtless, towel-wrapped-around-his-waist glory. Since it was impossible they didn’t notice him going out to take a shower he probably just picked it off Monica’s rack so he wouldn’t be standing completely naked in front of Monica’s roommates.

“M-manly… man…” Jessica stuttered, obviously taken by surprise at seeing another pair of abs that weren’t Ben’s as she couldn’t help but look him up and down. Ben noticed the change in her tone immediately and stopped abruptly, his gaze now leering at the tan-skinned hottie standing right before his girlfriend.

“Jessica, right?” Diego said calmly.

“R-right, I’m Ben, that’s Jessica. I mean… I’m Jessica, that’s Ben.” Jessica responded with a nervous chuckle, screwing up with her words. She had to tear her gaze away from Diego as she tried to take a peek inside Monica’s room to look for her best friend. She found Monica’s sleeping body still wrapped comfortably under the blankets.

“I’ll go wake her up.” Diego said.

“Sure, that’d be awesome.” at that Diego smiled coyly before he closed the door and Jessica exhaled, as if she had been holding her breath the entire time she was conversing with him. She turned and caught Ben’s gaze, the expression in his eyes showing how obviously displeased he was at the display, his hands also on his hips.

“Really?” he said.

“How do you expect me to have been prepared for that?!”

Inside Monica’s Room

Diego hung Monica’s towel back on its rack before sitting down on the bed next to Monica. Feeling the other side of the bed sink due to his weight, Monica started stirring from her sleep. She groaned sleepily as she stretched her arms, and slowly opened her eyes, turning to Diego.

“Good morning.” Diego greeted.

“Last night was for real after all.” Monica said with a smile. “Good morning. No kisses please. Morning breath.”

Diego chuckled before saying, “I met your roommates. I woke up when she wouldn’t stop knocking at the door.” he said.

Looking at Diego, Monica raised an eyebrow before saying, “Naked?”

“I borrowed your towel.”

“So half-naked?”

“Eh, I’m pretty confident with my body.” Diego said with a shrug.

“Huh, well I hope she enjoyed the view.” Monica said, laughing at the thought. Stretching for one last time she sat up and slid off her bed. “C’mon let’s get dressed for breakfast.” she said picking up and throwing Diego his wifebeater, pants, and boxers. As Diego started to get dressed Monica started picking up her own clothes, grabbing a pair of more comfortable shorts from her closet and Diego’s button-down shirt. 

“I’m borrowing this, by the way.” she declared.

A Few Minutes Later

When Diego and Monica stepped out of her room both Ben and Jessica were sitting on the couch, as if waiting for them to come out. They looked like they were having a serious conversation before noticing them, at which Jessica got off the couch and made her way to them.

“Good morning! Did you sleep well?” she said with fake enthusiasm as Ben glared briefly at Diego’s direction before looking away and pretended to be busy with his phone, though they didn’t notice. 

“Uhh… yeah…?” Monica said slowly, creeped out at Jessica being out-of-character.

“Good! Good, good, good.” she said repeatedly with an awkward giggle. “Um… Maica there’s something I want to show you in mine and Ben’s room it’s suuuper important.” 

“Fuck, you noticed the missing condom already?” Monica blurted.

“What?” Jessica and Ben said in unison.

“What?” Monica responded hastily, as if it would erase what she just said as Diego pinched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

“Uhh… no, silly! Umm… Ben and I got new sheets and I wanted to know what you think! Yeah, that’s it.” Jessica said.

“Uhh… why?” Monica asked.

“Just fucking come with me, bitch--umm…” clearing her throat Jessica continued, this time tugging at Monica’s arm and giving it a squeeze, “C’mon, we value your opinion so much! Diego you can help yourself to some pancakes while waiting for Maica.” as she offered this she heard Ben scoff in disgust, prompting her to turn to him briefly to give him a warning look before turning back to Monica and Diego with her fake smile.

“Aww but I want pancakes too…” Monica whined.

“I’ll leave some for you.” Diego said. “Thanks for the offer. Hope you don’t take too long, though.” 

“Oh, we’ll be out in a jiffy! Let’s go, Maica.” Jessica said as she literally pulled Monica towards hers and Ben’s room while Diego made his way to the dining area, Ben watching his every move through his peripheral vision. 

Inside Jessica and Ben’s Room

As Jessica shut the door she turned furiously at her best friend, whom she found actually analyzing the sheets on their bed.

“Not a bad color you picked out this time.” Monica commented. 

“Maica just what the fuck are you doing?!” Jessica hissed as she stomped closer to Monica.

“Umm… you asked for my opinion about your sheets and I’m giving them?”

“You know what I’m fucking talking about, bitch!” Jessica snapped, at this Monica said nothing and started fidgeting with her fingers like a child being scolded. “What the hell happened to ‘It’s not a big deal, Jessie. It’s not a date date it’s just a bet.’ or ‘Stop overreacting’.” she continued to say with a mocking tone, angrily making quotation mark gestures when she referred to what Monica told her before she left that night with Diego.

“Jessie, I’m sorry! I know what I said but he took me to a pizza parlor and an arcade and things got a bit heated after playing Just Dance…” Monica responded with a small voice.

“So are you just going to fall for any guy who’d feed you pizza and get all touchy with you during a video game?”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, you know… when you put it that way…”

“Maica you are unbelievable! Are you forgetting why you shouldn’t be involved with him in the first place?!” 

“I didn’t forget…”

“Then explain why I opened your bedroom door to a half-naked Diego Hargreeves standing in front of me?!”

There was a pause before Monica said, “Did you enjoy the view?” at which Jessica slapped her on the arm. “Ow! Jessie, please--”

“Wait. Is that a hickey?!” Jessica exclaimed, pushing away some of Monica’s hair to get a clear view of the purplish red bruise Diego gave her last night.

“Uhh… if I said ‘yes’ will you let me borrow some of your turtle necks?”

“No.”

“Then… it’s not a hickey? I… hit my neck?” Monica lied unsuredly, prompting Jessica to roll her eyes.

“Jesus Christ… you’re even wearing his goddamn shirt.” Jessica commented and Monica responded by pulling the shirt’s collar to her nose and giving it a big whiff. 

“Goddamn he smells so good… want to smell him? C’mon, smell him.” she said while trying to push one of the shirt sleeves at Jessica’s nose.

“Stop it!” Jessica demanded, slapping away her hand, making Monica pout and look down, fidgeting again with her fingers. Heaving a heavy sigh Jessica softened her tone, continuing, “Maica, honey, you know I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

“Jessie, please just give him a chance. This time it’s different. He’s different. I’m different from who I was before and you know that.” Monica pleaded. “I… really like Diego.” she confessed.

Jessica took a moment to think, crossing her arms across her chest as she looked at her best friend’s genuinely pleading expression. “Okay, but if he hurts you just one time I’m not going to fucking care that he has ‘superpowers’ I’m going to knife him myself.”

Monica smiled softly as she said, “Thank you.” 

“C’mere you piece of shit.” Jessica said as she opened her arms wide and Monica stepped closer for the two to hug. “Now let’s get Ben in here we’re going to have to lay some ground rules if another male is going to be staying here from time to time.”

[aggimaginary]

The Grinch 2: Happy New Year Chapter 4-End of the day

At night, the Grinch, Cindy Lou, Max, Aggie and the twins arrived home, just before 9pm. Grinch and Cindy Lou have time to put the boxes of fireworks they bought aside, and hid them in a closet. It was meant to be a surprise for Donna Lou so she won't buy fireworks on her own for New Year's Eve.

While waiting for her, Grinch and Cindy Lou have time to get to know Aggie better.

"So, your wand staff is a penguin with wings like yours, and friendship symbol on its belly," the Grinch stared at Aggie's wand staff's appearance.

"Yeah. I love penguins, and I'm more into friendship than something violent," Aggie said.

"I love penguins, too!" Cindy Lou exclaimed. "They are cute and cuddly!"

While Max played with his new squeaky toy, he wanted to play it with the twins, which they only like patting Max.

"So, Cindy Lou," Aggie started to speak again. "Since you have your mom and brothers, where's your dad?"

Cindy Lou looked up to Aggie with a sad face, and shook his head, replying that his father was not here anymore.

Aggie knew that face when she looked at Cindy as she gasped, "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Cindy Lou said. "At least I still have my mom, and she still have me and the twins."

"And I'm sure that she's very lucky to have good children, especially you," Aggie poked Cindy Lou on the nose.

The Grinch smiled at this scene, and wondering what would life be if he had a family of his own. Yeas, Max is his family. He's been his loyal dog and companion ever since, but it would be great to have, maybe parents, wife and children, but he's too old for these things. On the bright side, he successfully fit in with the Whos of Whoville.

Suddenly, the knob of the door turned, and Donna Lou entered with supplies and still wearing her uniform.

"Mom, you're home!" Cindy Lou happily rushed towards her mother, and hugged her.

"Cindy Lou! I missed you already!" Donna Lou returned the hug. "So, how's your day?"

"It's great, Mom! Mr. Grinch took us out for a walk, and we met a new friend…" Cindy Lou ran towards Aggie, grabbed her hand, and pulled her with her. "Mom, I look you to meet our new friend, Agatha Galido. She came from another world."

When her daughter mentioned that her new friend came from another world, Donna Lou thought Cindy Lou was joking, but she knew that her daughter never told a joke, not even a lie. She was always serious. It's quite surprising to have someone who came from another world, but it was not so difficult to describe since the visitor has different appearance with wings than the Whos, especially Donna Lou herself.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Ms. Agatha," Donna Lou smiled as she extended her arm to Aggie.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Miss… uh, Who," Aggie shook hands with Donna Lou. "And please, call me Aggie."

"Guess my daughter wasn't kidding that you came from another world, Aggie."

"Or dimension. That's what my family, friends and I called it."

"So, what brings you here?"

"You see, Ms. Who, it's quite a long story, but I have to make it shorter. I was sent me by my element shard to solve some kind of friendship problem, and it said that it was here, in your world or in this town," Aggie explained. "But I looked everywhere, and I can't see any friendship problem around. So, I have to tag along with your friend and children here since it's getting late."

"But, you're still going to find a friendship problem tomorrow, right?" Donna Lou asked.

"I have to. Just before New Year, I have to fix a problem," Aggie replied.

"I wish you good luck with that, but right now, do you have a place to stay?"

"No. I just got here."

"Well, you should stay here with us. We have a guest room here for you to sleep in."

"Actually, Ms. Who," the Grinch interrupted. "I'm was going to ask her to stay with me and Max for tonight."

"Really?" Aggie inquired.

"Oh, it's no trouble that she can stay with us, Mr. Grinch," Donna Lou said.

"No, really, I insist. She can stay with us. Besides, I think I'm going to help her finding a friendship problem tomorrow," Grinch insisted.

"You really mean it?" Aggie squeaked.

"Sure. Just for a change," He answered.

"That's so sweet of you, Mr. Grinch," Donna Lou commented. "You're meant to be helpful after all, especially when you watch over the kids for me."

"Yeah, about that…" Grinch rubbed the back of his neck. He felt so guilty that he almost led the twin boys in danger. He thought he's not a good babysitter for them. "I have to tell you something. It's about… the twins."

"What wrong with Buster and Bean?" Donna Lou tilted her head to glance at her sons, who were playing with Max. "They look okay to me."

"Um, well, you see…" the Grinch was about to confess but not until…

"IT'S MY FAULT!" Cindy Lou shouted. She doesn't want the Grinch to be blame that he didn't do it, "Mom, I have something to confess. When we bought him a new alarm clock, I told him we should go to his place while bringing the twins. They almost fell, but Ms. Aggie saved them!"

"That was nothing. Making a giant marshmallow is no big deal," Aggie chuckled.

"But still, don't blame Mr. Grinch for this, Mom, I told him to come to his place with the twins. It's my responsibility. I'm the worst big sister ever! I'm sorry," Cindy Lou started to cry.

Grinch and Aggie felt guilty for Cindy Lou. She's just a six-year-old kid. She doesn't know better.

Instead of scolding her, Donna knelt down to her daughter, and hugged her, "Oh, Sweetie, it's okay. It didn't matter now. The important thing is you're safe." The mother and daughter again. Donna Lou then got up to talk to the Grinch, So, Mr. Grinch, I can't thank you enough to watch over my kids."

"It was nothing, really. And I'm sorry for the trouble," Grinch replied.

"That's okay. I know you've done all you could, and I understand that," Donna Lou said, making the Grinch smile. "So, I'll see you tomorrow again? You could take the kids out while helping Aggie finding a friendship problem."

"I'll be happy too. Oh! I almost forgot," the Grinch took a box, opened it, and took out a bouquet of different flowers. "For you."

Donna Lou gasped in surprise as she carefully took the flowers and sniffed them, "Wow! These are so beautiful! Thank you, Mr. Grinch, but you don't have to do this for me."

"Please, call me Grinch. I really insist. I thought you might need something to cheer you up after your whole day of work, Ms. Who."

"Call me, Donna. Thank you for the flowers."

"I guess it's time for us to go now," the Grinch said before heading towards the door. "Come on, Max. You too, Aggie."

Max bit his squeaky toy and followed his master, leaving Bean and Buster sadly, while Aggie grabbed her wand staff, and caught up with her new friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After leaving the Who household, the Grinch, Max and Aggie walked out of the town, and now, under the slope pathway of Mt. Crumpit.

"It'll be long walk to my place, but this is the only way," the Grinch said as he and Max started to walk up.

Aggie thought it was a boring idea to walk so far, so she took out a pouch of pixie dust from her bag, and secretly poured some on Grinch and Max.

"You guys, think happy thoughts," She advised.

"Why?" the Grinch asked.

"Trust me. Just do it!" Aggie yelled.

Without hesitating, while walking, the Grinch thought some happy thoughts, as so was Max. He didn't feel anything yet, until he felt his feet weren't on the snow anymore. He looked down and noticed he was floating off the ground. Max was also floating too, because of the effects of the pixie dust.

"What's happening?!" the Grinch screamed.

"Relax! They're just pixie dusts. They help you fly," Aggie flew beside the two friends.

"How can this help?" He asked.

"So you won't have to walk so far anymore!" She explained. "Come on, follow me." But Aggie noticed the Grinch was having a hard time flying. "Just lift your arms wide, and kick your feet.

Grinch tried to follow Aggie's instruction, and it made him like swimming. Max used his doggie paddle fly. It's like he was swimming on a pond. He missed swimming though since the pond was freezing during winter season.

Just for few seconds, the Grinch, Max and Aggie made in front of the cave as the pixie dust wore off.

The Grinch thought he would be scared that he experienced flying, but, instead, he never felt so alive and happy like this.

"Wow, that was incredible!" He exclaimed.

"I told you flying's not so bad," Aggie winked.

The Grinch laughed, "That was fun! I enjoyed that! Don't you too, Max?"

Max barked and flipped happily.

"There are more flying stuff tomorrow, but right now, we should rest!" Aggie said.

When Grinch unlocked and opened the door for him, Max and Aggie to get in and closed the door behind them, he stretched his body with his bones cracked after a long day of pushing the twins' stroller.

"What a day! It's like I've been pushing that stroller forever," He groaned.

"Let's just rest, so we have enough energy to find a friendship problem tomorrow," Aggie walked around the room. "If you really mean it."

"No, really, I mean it. I'm going to help you. That might be the way to prove myself that I change."

"Change from what?

"You'll find out tomorrow at breakfast. Let's just find you a room."

While Max rushed to the kitchen his doggy bed is, and went to sleep, Grinch and Aggie walked upstairs.

"So, where's the guest room here?" Aggie asked.

"Umm, I don't have a guest room," the Grinch said.

"WHAT?!" Aggie shouted.

"Sorry. I just didn't use for having visitors in my place," Grinch explained.

"No wonder there're so many signs outside, but where am I supposed to sleep?" The young woman required.

"The only sleeping room here is my room. Don't worry about that. I'll give you pillows and blankets if you sleep on the floor. Or maybe a sleeping bag so you won't get cold…"

When they were at the middle of the stairway, the Grinch felt something bright and flashy behind him. He turned and noticed there was a door on the wall of the stairs and beside Aggie, who held her wand staff.

The Grinch knew he didn't have a door on the wall of the stairway before. He knew Aggie was using magic a moment ago when he saw a door. He approached the door, and opened it, seeing a big room with a soft bed, closet, drawer, bright lamp and a chalkboard the other side of the bed.

"You have got to be kidding me," He gritted through his teeth, feeling jealous that Aggie has a clean and better room than he has.

"I can use magic to make my own room, just in case I have to stay here a little longer," Aggie explained. "And it's very rude to we have to share a room. I don't wanna! I'm comfortable of sleeping in my room anyway."

"You and me both, sista," the Grinch nodded. "I hope you're comfortable staying here. It's a cave though."

"Are you kidding? This place is more like a big house or mansion than a cave to me," Aggie replied as she entered her room. "I'll be fine. By the way, I have a question: What was that?"

"What was what?" He asked.

"The flowers."

"What flowers?"

"The ones you gave to Ms. Who."

Grinch just realized what Aggie meant, "Oh! Those flowers! Nothing. I just want to give Donna a present for, you know, a thing what friends do. I just thought that she could need something to get her out of stress."

"Are you sure that's a gift for a friend, or you two have some kind of chemistry?" Aggie smirked.

"What was that mean?"

"It means, you have a crush on her."

"What?! No! I only did that because she's my friend, and that's how I can give her something in return when Cindy Lou invited me to their Christmas dinner yesterday," the green one explained.

"Uh, yeah, I believe you," the winged human said sarcastically.

"Really, it's true. Donna is just a friend!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Goodnight!"

Aggie shut the door in front of the Grinch, leaving him quite annoyed.

"Man, that woman is crazy and annoying!" He grunted.

The Grinch couldn't get use to have Aggie around him. Not because she's from another world, because she's annoying, but she almost reminded him of someone he knew before. He walked up the stars again to reach his bedroom.

Before he got on his bed, Grinch pulled a box under his bed, and dug up into some random things he had from the orphanage. He kept all his personal stuff when he was just a kid. One of the things is very important to him as he took it out: a photo of him and his best friend when they were just kids at the orphanage. His best friend is a who boy who almost looks exactly like Aggie, only not having wings or any magical powers, and having brown hair instead of black. The two are very close friends with each other, like brothers, until the Grinch's friend got adopted and never saw each other again.

"Oh, Whittaker, I missed you, buddy," He said before putting the photo under his pillow and went to sleep.

[kinderes]

Cold as Stone (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: Having already lost one of their own, the sides decide to try and figure out what their next course of action should be. 

Word count: 2310

Author’s note: thank you so much for the positive reaction to the first part! I hope you enjoy this part too! also, shout out to @mememic-bry​ for offering to beta this for me!! <3 warnings for: panic, petrification (being turned to stone), violence, blood

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The remaining three sides stood silently for minutes after it happened, barely moving as if they all had been turned to stone. Logan was the first one to speak.

“Well, we’d best get started, shall we?” His throat was tight and he cleared it before speaking again. “Roman, what do you know about the dragon-witch? You’ve already clarified you aren’t aware of how to break this spell, but some background information would be beneficial.”

Roman could hardly believe how quick Logan got down to business, but in some ways he appreciated it. The sooner this was over, the better. “Umm. Well. She resides in those mountains up there,” he explained, pointing them out, “specifically on the highest peak of the tallest mountain.”

“Do you know of any weaknesses? Other abilities? Anything that might be useful to us?”

Roman was having a hard time focusing, but he wracked his brain anyway. “She... can breathe fire, of course…” He tried to think of what else she could do, but meeting resistance, he moved onto the next topic. “Her underbelly is weak. That’s usually where I strike her before she flees.”

Logan hummed. “I see. Do you suppose that defeating this dragon-witch would free Virgil?”

“I’m honestly not sure, but if that is what must be done, then I shall do it,” Roman said, now determined.

It was at that point he noticed Patton had been suspiciously quiet. He looked over to find Patton standing directly in front of Virgil’s statue, worry and grief etched in his face. He reached his hand up towards Virgil’s forehead as if to brush the hair out of his face, hesitating for a moment before he settled his hand on the side of Virgil’s face and pressed his forehead against Virgil’s. Roman couldn’t help but remember the dragon-witch’s words.

“It is not your role to protect them. You may try, but you will always fail.”

“Roman, are your injuries going to hinder you? If so, we can rest a while before we leave,” Logan inquired, adjusting his glasses.

Roman hadn’t even been thinking about his injuries. He felt tired and sore, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him. “They’re fine, but… maybe you two should stay here.”

Patton finally looked away from Virgil and fixed his eyes on Roman. “What do y’mean, kiddo? Of course we’re coming with you! We’ve gotta save Virgil!”

“I have to agree, I don’t think it would be wise for you to go alone,” Logan said firmly. “What if you also get turned to stone? We would be none the wiser if we waited down here.”

Roman opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again. He’d been so focused on the others he hadn’t even considered that possibility. What would happen if he was turned to stone? Seeing that Logan had a point, he huffed. “Fine. But neither of you had better get caught.”

“We can make no promises, but we will certainly try not to,” Logan agreed. “We should leave immediately, although I doubt we’ll make it up the entirety of the mountain today.”

Roman nodded in agreement, and Patton gave one final glance towards Virgil’s still form before the three of them departed.

They reached the foot of the mountain within an hour and began their climb up the worn path towards the summit. They barely spoke a word to each other for a long time, aside from Roman occasionally giving them directions. Roman could still remember a time when Virgil’s absence would have made him happy, but now guilt just twisted in his stomach.

They came to a small clearing just as the sun was setting and decided to make camp there. Logan made a fire while Roman conjured up some bedrolls for them to sleep on. Patton seemed distracted, just sitting and watching as the other two worked. Roman knew that under normal circumstances, Patton would have jumped at the opportunity to help either of them, but Roman also suspected he was taking Virgil’s condition the hardest out of all of them.

After the beds were all laid out, Roman took a seat beside him. He struggled to find the right words to say. “If you like, I could conjure up some marshmallows and we could roast them on the fire?”

Patton gave him a weak smile. “Thanks Roman, that’s nice of you, but I’m not feeling very hungry right now.”

“Oh.” Roman fidgeted with his sash. “Well, how about-”

“I think I’m gonna turn in for the night!” Patton said suddenly. He crawled over to one of the bedrolls and settled into it. “G’night guys!”

“Good night, Patton,” Logan returned, prodding the fire as he did so.

Roman’s mouth was left hanging open from Patton’s sudden interruption. “Ah… y-yes, sleep well, Patton,” he said awkwardly. He watched as Patton drew the blankets tightly around his form, breathing out a long sigh before he stilled. Roman covered his face with his hands, suddenly feeling very tired as well.

There was a long silence after that. Roman would occasionally look over at Logan, who was staring into the fire, deep in thought for what felt like forever. It seemed as though Patton wasn’t the only one taking this hard. Or perhaps Logan was just thinking about their situation; Logan was always hard to read.

“Roman, can I ask you a question about the dragon-witch?” Roman was drawn out of his own thoughts as Logan spoke. He saw Logan adjust his glasses. “She is a creation of your own making, correct? Is there no way for you to simply… make her vanish? I’m not as familiar with the workings of the imagination as I would like to be.”

Roman sighed. “It doesn’t quite work that way, Specs. Even if it did, I’m not sure it would reverse the spell on Virgil.”

“I see,” Logan said simply. “Another question: We’ve all witnessed you defeat a dragon-witch before, but I don’t recall her having the ability to turn people to stone. Is that… your doing?”

Roman laughed bitterly. “You’re implying it’s my fault?”

“Is it?”

Roman paused, staring down at his feet. “Possibly. I just wanted… I mean, you saw how easily I overcame that other dragon-witch, right? It was almost… too easy, and I may have… enhanced design slightly.” He could feel Logan’s stare on him. “But I never thought she would be of any danger to the rest of you,” he continued quickly. “That is the truth, Logan. I-I never meant for this to happen.”

Logan sighed. “I can hardly hold it against you for wanting to challenge yourself. I only hope we can correct this mistake.”

“I hope so, too,” Roman said quietly. Patton stirred in his sleep briefly before settling down again. Logan seemed to be drifting off as well now. He silently vowed wouldn’t let harm come to either of them.

The sides woke early the next morning and continued their trek up the mountain. 

“If we continue at this pace, how long do you estimate it will take us to reach the peak, Roman?” Logan inquired.

Roman took a second to think - the campsite they’d departed from an hour ago lay about one-third up the mountain, so he tried to guess from that. “We might make it there by nightfall, but the path gets narrower and steeper up ahead, so that may slow us down.”

“Uh… guys?” Patton tried to speak up, but the other two sides didn’t hear him.

“If we take into consideration the height of the mountain, then we should also consider shapeshifting into warmer attire once we reach a high enough altitude,” Logan commented. Seasons weren’t as consistent in the imagination as they were in reality, but Roman had created all of the mountains so their tops would be covered in snow most of the year, if for no other reason than aesthetics.

A shadow passed over top of them, but only Patton noticed. “Hey Roman, I think-”

“Ah, I do always enjoy wearing a warm winter cloak!” Roman mused. The way it draped over his shoulders somehow made him feel more… heroic.

“Guys!” Patton called out desperately. The other two turned just as Patton tackled them to the ground. A loud roar rang in their ears and a whoosh of wind ruffled their hair. The dragon-witch had narrowly missed them. Patton kept his arms held tightly around both of them for a few seconds, before tentatively relaxing enough so that they could all push themselves to their feet.

“That was… too close for comfort,” Roman said, straightening out his clothes and brushing off the dirt. He exhaled and gave Patton a grateful look. “It’s a good thing one of us was paying attention. You really saved us there, Patton.” Roman couldn’t help but notice a few grazes on Patton’s arms. He made a mental note to help him patch them up later.

“Yes, it was a rather close call,” Logan agreed, appearing a little flustered. He picked his glasses up off the ground from where’d they’d been knocked off and slipped them back onto his face. “Thank you, Patton. Very quick thinking on your part.”

Patton beamed at them, but his smile quickly dropped when he glanced up. “Well, y-you two might wanna move out of the way before she comes back.”

A roar erupted through the air from behind Roman and Logan, and they didn’t need to be told twice before running for cover. Patton, on the other hand, hadn’t moved. Roman halted. “Patton, what are you doing?!”

Logan also stopped in his tracks. He frowned, as if trying to piece something together. “Patton.”

Patton gulped. “Yeah?”

“You looked, didn’t you?”

“U-um—” Patton didn’t get a chance to finish before the dragon-witch swooped down again. Logan and Roman managed to dive out of the way, but all Patton could do was yelp and try to crouch down. This proved to be difficult, seeing as his feet were now solid stone and couldn’t move. He covered his head and whimpered.

Roman felt his temper flare up. How could he have let this happen again? One thing was for sure though - he wasn’t about to let the dragon-witch get away.

Roman drew his sword and stood in front of Patton. The dragon-witch landed with a heavy thud, teeth bared and sharp. She prowled towards him, her body lowered as if she could strike at any second. Roman readied himself for the attack.

The dragon-witch suddenly lunged towards him, but Roman acted quickly. In one swift moment he dived underneath her and struck the underside of the dragon’s stomach.

The sound that followed was deafening.

Roman dropped his sword to cover his ears, squeezing his eyes shut from just how loud it was. By the time he opened them, he had no time to react before a set of long claws swiped across his stomach. He cried out in pain, clutching at the wound. He dropped to his knees. On some level he registered Logan and Patton shouting his name, and the sound of wings flapping and slowly fading away.

He lifted his arm briefly to examine the wound and hissed at the sight. There wasn’t as much blood as he’d expected, but it was still staining his white costume and his sash had been apart. He wasn’t sure if he could find the strength to stand up for a few moments, but then he remembered - Patton was still turning to stone. As he staggered to his feet, Logan came to his side and helped to hold him up.

“W-well, I think that could have gone better,” Roman said, trying to lighten the mood. He managed to half-smile at Patton, but Patton didn’t smile back.

“Roman, you’re bleeding!” Patton said, his voice filled with worry. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Ah, ‘tis but a flesh wound, Padre! Besides, what about you?” Roman tried to straighten himself up, wincing as pain shot through his torso.

Patton looked down. Half of him was already stone, his legs entirely covered. “O-oh, it doesn’t hurt or anything! Feels kinda funny though…” Roman could tell Patton was trying to be brave, but he couldn’t help but hear the tremble in his voice.

“Roman, your wound needs tending to,” Logan said, shifting his weight slightly.

Roman shook his head. “I’ll be fine, we should focus on Patton for now.”

“The process has already started, there’s nothing we can do for him.”

Roman opened his mouth to protest, but Patton spoke first. “He’s right, kiddo. You need to get that wound fixed up!”

Roman could do nothing as Logan set him gently on the ground and Patton continued to turn to stone before his eyes. It was frustrating. If there was anything Roman hated, it was feeling helpless. As Logan lifted Roman’s top off to get a better look at the wound, Roman’s pain and frustration manifested itself as tears welling up in his eyes.

“Roman?”

Roman looked up to see Patton staring down at him, with a soft expression he’d seen many times before when he’d been frustrated or sad or upset. “It’s going to be okay.”

Roman choked out a laugh. “How can you say that?”

“Because there’s still hope!” Patton said, smiling softly at him. “You and Logan’ll figure something out. I know you will. I believe in both of you.”

Roman and Logan exchanged a glance. Neither of them were very sure of that statement. Roman looked back up at Patton. The stone had almost reached his neck. Logan continued tending to Roman’s wound as Roman spoke. “I… we will try, Patton.”

Patton’s voice was shaky and his eyes glistened with tears.  “I-I know. I love both of you. Take care of each other.”

Those were the last words he spoke before he completely turned to stone.

[looooooongbottom]

Prompt List

Send a request with the number(s) and the character you want! (Most of these are not mine. Credit goes to those who made them.)  I am constantly adding to this list so check back later for new ones.

“Please don’t leave”

“Are you kidding me right now?!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Will you be quiet?!”

“You are a bloody idiot, you know that?”

“You love me.”

“He’s dead.”

“Are you trying to kiss me?”

“I hate you so much I love you.”

“Just leave me alone!”

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

"Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

"Please.”

"Stay”

"Give me that back!”

"Are you scared?”

"What are you doing?”

"If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

"Are you drunk?”

"Shut up and kiss me.”

"Help me I’m stuck.”

"What am I going to do with you?”

"Stop distracting me”

"You said my name in your sleep.”

"Yes.”

"Are you jealous?”

"Trust me.”

"Bite me.” “If you insist.”

"I made a mistake.”

"It’s been a while.” “Too long.”

"I don’t love you anymore!”

"You’re lying.”

"I’m going to regret this.”

"Do that again.”

"I need your help.”

"If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.”

"Well this is a surprise.”

"Am I dreaming?”

"Make me.”

"If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.”

"Why? Just… why?”

"Stop it.”

"Did you just flick me?”

"Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

"I got you a present.”

"Sit in my lap.”

"I think I forgot how to breathe.”

"Woah.”

"What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”

"You don’t understand, you never do!”

"Well that’s just great.”

"Are you even listening?”

"I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.”

"I thought you loved her.”

"Time changes people.”

"You, my friend, are a complete and utter tosser.”

"You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”

"Don’t you just love it!”

"It bit me!”

"You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.”

"Oh yeah, because you’d be so good at this!”

"I’m sorry.”

"That night never happened!”

"You should marry me.”

"Aren’t you just a cutie pie!”

"Don’t you dare!”

"Um.. somebody broke that.”

"Stop biting that fucking lip!”

"You’re hot, shame about the personality.”

"You’re going to get us expelled!”

"I need you to fake date me.”

“You’re just leaving me here?”

"No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”

"Wow thanks a lot.”

"You owe me big time!”

"Awe it’s so cute!”

"Are you hitting on me?”

"If I die i swear to god I’ll kill you!”

"Help me hide!”

"Sometimes I really don’t like you.”

"You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!”

"Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!”

"I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

"Really? Right now?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s not helping.”

“No, wait, you can’t go in there.”

“Just pretend to be my date, okay?”

“This isn’t your fault, okay?”

“Be careful.”

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

“Have you seen my glasses?”

“Not going to happen.”

“I was here first.”

“Did you just see that?”

“It was just a joke.”

“Let’s not do that again.”

“Okay, that works.”

“Don’t you know how to knock?”

“It wasn’t my idea!”

“Make yourself useful.”

“You’re still giving me the silent treatment?”

“Is this seat taken?”

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“Aw, you’re blushing.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could hangout? Or even just study maybe?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this much.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddley.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“I would’ve ..., but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

“Come on y/n just one kiss”..... “On second thought maybe one more”

Masterlist Here

Request Here

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Prompts

Send a request with the number(s) and the character you want! (Most of these are not mine. Credit goes to those who made them.)  I am constantly adding to this list so check back later for new ones.

“Please don’t leave”

“Are you kidding me right now?!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Will you be quiet?!”

“You are an idiot, you know that?”

“You love me.”

“He’s dead.”

“Are you trying to kiss me?”

“I hate you so much I love you.”

“Just leave me alone!”

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

"Please.”

"Stay”

"Give me that back!”

"Are you scared?”

"What are you doing?”

"If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

"Are you drunk?”

"Shut up and kiss me.”

"Help me I’m stuck.”

"What am I going to do with you?”

"Stop distracting me”

"You said my name in your sleep.”

"Yes.”

"Are you jealous?”

"Trust me.”

"Bite me.” “Did you really just bite me!?.”

"I made a mistake.”

"It’s been a while.” “Too long.”

"I don’t love you anymore!”

"You’re lying.”

"I’m going to regret this.”

"Do that again.”

"I need your help.”

"If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.”

"Well, this is a surprise.”

"Am I dreaming?”

"Make me.”

"If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.”

"Why? Just… why?”

"Stop it.”

"Did you just flick me?”

"Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

"I got you a present.”

"Sit on my lap.”

"I think I forgot how to breathe.”

"Woah.”

"What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since the first day you came up in the box?”

"You don’t understand, you never do!”

"Well, that’s just great.”

"Are you even listening?”

"I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.”

"I thought you loved her.”

"Time changes people.”

"You, my friend, are a complete and utter tosser.”

"You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”

"Don’t you just love it!”

"It bit me!”

"You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.”

"Oh yeah, because you’d be so good at this!”

"I’m sorry.”

"That night never happened!”

"You should marry me.”

"Aren’t you just a cutie pie!”

"Don’t you dare!”

"Um.. somebody broke that.”

"Stop biting that fucking lip!”

"You’re hot, shame about the personality.”

"You’re going to get us in trouble!”

"I need you to fake date me.”

“You’re just leaving me here?”

"Wow, thanks a lot.”

"You owe me big time!”

"Awe it’s so cute!”

"Are you hitting on me?”

"If I die I swear to god I’ll kill you!”

“No you’re dead.” “I saw you die!”

"Help me hide!”

"Sometimes I really don’t like you.”

"You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!”

"Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!”

"I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

"Really? Right now?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s not helping.”

“No, wait, you can’t go in there.”

“Just pretend to be my date, okay?”

“This isn’t your fault, okay?”

“Be careful.”

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

“I feel like I know you.”

“Have you seen my glasses?”

“Not going to happen.”

“I was here first.”

“Did you just see that?”

“It was just a joke.”

“Let’s not do that again.”

“Okay, that works.”

“Don’t you know how to knock?”

“It wasn’t my idea!”

“Make yourself useful.”

“You’re still giving me the silent treatment?”

“Is this seat taken?”

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“The first second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“Aw, you’re blushing?”

“Are you Jealous?”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“No, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

“everyone get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could hang out? Or even just sit maybe?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this much.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddly.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“Let’s share my coat since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“I would’ve …, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

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Milo was lucky to bump into Ella when the harsh winter kicked in- he was just walking on another errand run from his sister and suddenly the weather got a whole lot worse. Never would have expected to get invited to Ella’s home though- He gently placed his coat on the hanger in her living room and sat next to her on the couch.  Watching her bundle up made him wanna snuggle up under a blanket as well…he really hates the cold, especially like this..but he doesn’t wanna be rude.

“Hey uh, anything is fine by me..we could watch a movie or tv show or something..”

“And uh..thanks for having me, dude…its pretty rad you invited me here;; even though you don’t know me well?? umm;;” His nervousness started showing immediately, tugging his collar and laughing sheepishly. 

Ella was fairly aware she barely new him but combining the now pretty cold weather and the strong winter winds and the fact that her abilities didn’t pick up an ounce of negativity she couldn’t bring herself to turn a blind eye.

“ There’s enough negativity in the world already, I couldn’t turn a blind eye to someone stuck in this kind of weather. “ Using the remote to the tv to turn it on and switch through some menus, eventually settling on re runs of a stand up comedy show just to keep things as neutral as possible. Ella could feel the nerves in the air, but for now she didn’t feel it was necessary to state it, most tend to find her abilities to be weird and creepy rather than helpful or positive that is. Taking a small glance over to him, she quietly pulled another blanket off the back end of the couch and offered it to him. “Here, until these winds move on you can relax and warm yourself. “ Ella did how ever made sure to have her hand carefully tucked in the fold of the blanket to avoid touch but unless one knew about her aversion to touch, it generally goes unnoticed.

“Oh!” Milo’s eyes lit up when she offered the blanket to him. 

“Thanks babe! This would warm me up right away!” His gleeful energy emerged again, getting comfy in the covers and grinning up a storm. “oh right..i should have introduced myself ahehe- The name’s Milo! I have a surf shack just a few miles from here!- just in case you wanna meet up or whatever- “-Not like its anything weird, i mean;; Im just glad i can see a friendly face” Milo is usually like this, tripping over his words when there’s a stranger in front of him..mostly a bit shy cause its a sweet lady- something Onyx beated into his brain- to respect and be polite no matter what.  “ahem..um..so whats your name..??;”

“ Sorry I’m not quite sure what you mean by weird but it is a fairly small town, I wouldn’t be too surprised if we do cross paths later on.” Trying to give a reassuring smile in response as well, she could feel the nerves still but regardless it wasn’t too awkward at least. “ Though fair to say I’ve never really been to a place like that before, my usual job at the museum tends to keep me busy. If it wasn’t for the snow, I’d be there currently.”  Taking a small moment’s pause to realized neither of them had really introduced themselves, rather just bumped into each other and immediately sought out shelter. “OH forgive me, my name is Ella. Ella Blackviel. I didn’t even realize I hadn’t said so earlier. Socializing isn’t my strongest ability.” Sheepishly giving a small laugh, but still clearly comfortable with the conversation.

“Ella huh..cool!!” Milo smiled slightly “Working in a museum? that’s something! Wait..it doesn’t get boring? with all those artifacts and not much activity?..hmm..guess the peeps who’d come visit would make it fun..”  Giving himself answers, with his hand on his chin, thinking of how he would feel in Ella’s shoes, working at a museum. “mmmnn…gah cant see myself doing that..but yeah this snow really messed both of our days. I was going on an errand run for some stuff my sister needed..bummer.” Oversharing is one of his sad traits that he cant put a cork on, no matter who it was- however the surfer wanted to reassure Ella and is quite grateful for the hospitality. 

Though the tv show was playing in the background, Ella found herself just listening to Milo, his energy alone though a little odd was rather comforting and sweet. The shy girl just smiled as he rambled on, it was nice to hear someone really put some thought into something she did.  “ It isn’t really all that boring if you enjoy history and the stories behind the objects you’re working with.  My job is to help with display and making sure each piece is at it’s best before going out into the public. So more often Im either in the back rooms that no one else gets to see, or up on a latter or what have you behind a curtain setting up an exhibit.”

Ella was happy to explain, she did enjoy the job when she was left to her own devices. Given her circumstances it worked out rather well in her favor at least. Giving a small sheepish smile as Milo remembered how they got here she gave a nod. “ Hopefully these winds calm down soon, I’m sure theyll understand why you got delayed, all I did was call into my job and they understood rather easily. “

🎥 for our muses to say “nah” and stay inside where it’s warm and watch a movie or something. (To Ella!)

The ice cold winds and snow made it a very easy decision to stay inside, hoping the winds will die down eventually. Until then movies sounded just right, letting Milo decide on the movie, insisting since he was the guest. Sitting on the right aide of the couch and tucking herself under one of the throw blankets that donned the back side of the couch.

" Sorry the weather didnt hold out, but this is just as fun, and warm in this case. What would you like to watch?"