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printedpeterparker · 2 years

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The Serving Suitor (2)

Masterlist || Part 1

Pairing: Server!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader (at least they used to be)

Type: AU Two-Shot

WC: 4k

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI ( 18+ only), oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, breeding kink, swearing, fluffff oof

Summary: The one where it’s been 5 years since Y/N chose Bucky over the kingdom

Note: Part two as requested and I haven’t written smut in a while so go easy on me. And if you are feeling generous and like any of my writings, leave me a tip on my page so I can afford graduate school! Also thank you so much for 1.5k followers!

You felt the warmth of the blinding sun dance on your face. At least it was warm though. After the long winter, you were relieved when you didn’t have to leave the fireplace blazing every night. Usually you would feel the warmth of Bucky on your back regardless if it was the winter or not; he was basically like a roaring fire himself. But you didn’t feel him now— just the coolness of the sheets.

You slowly opened your eyes to look around the small room. You rolled over to be met with the best sight.

Bucky.

Your Bucky with your youngest son, Liam Barnes, in his arms as he slowly rocked him in your nursing chair that he built as soon as he found out you were pregnant years ago. Liam wasn’t sleeping, staying up for most of the night. This often led to crying in the middle of the night. Usually, this would wake you and Bucky up, but Bucky had gotten to him first last night you remembered. Bucky’s eyes were barely open as you watched Liam peacefully sleep in his arms, his little mouth agape.

You could hear small footsteps in your house, signaling to you that your day was already in motion. You could hear them begin to approach at a quick pace.

“Mommy!” That was loud enough to wake Bucky up as well. Your twins ran into the room and jumped on your bed. Audrey and James Jr both were as loud as they were rambunctious. You loved them dearly, but you couldn’t wait for them to begin school next year.

“Oh, my darlings,” you cooed as you wrapped them into your arms, bringing them close. “Why don’t you guys gather the eggs from the chickens this morning, so I can make you guys some breakfast?” They quickly nodded before leaving just as fast as they came.

“You know, Aubrey and James are gonna break at least 3 of those eggs,” Bucky sighed as he placed Liam back in his crib. He sat back on the bed before kissing your forehead.

“I know, but they used to break 5; I call that progress,” you chuckled. You placed your hand on his scruffy cheek, admiring your husband. Men weren’t allowed to grow facial hair if they served in the palace, but as soon as you and Bucky left, he started focusing on building a new family home on the countryside. You loved it though. “Morning, my love.”

Bucky slowly brought his lips to yours, leaving his mark as he did every morning, “Morning.” Bucky couldn’t believe his luck when you said yes to him all those years ago. Everyday felt like a dream, even the hard ones. “I was gonna head down to the shop, but some breads on display before we open later. Once you get the kids ready, do you wanna meet me down there to hang out with Steve’s kids, maybe bring those cookies you made for the bakery?”

“Ah, I don’t Buck. Do you really think they’re that good?”

Bucky chuckled and patted his belly, “Darling, I’ve been eating them for months. You’ve single-handedly started fattening me up with those things.”

Between the laborious work Bucky had been doing for the last five years in order to build a store and home and the amazing cooking you’ve been doing, he had beefed up quite a bit. Bucky was actually surprised about how well you cooked considering you didn’t have to lift a finger for most of your life. But you loved his new physique.

You smiled and nodded, “Okay, okay, I’ll bring them down and we can see how many we can sell.”

“Perfect,” he whispered before planting a kiss on your lips again. “I’ll see you in town then.”

After getting yourself and your three children ready, the four of you began ending down into the town. Surprisingly, when you renounced your throne five years ago, the news spread, but truthfully, not many of the citizens knew what you looked like. Sometimes when you told people your first name, they would jokingly ask if you were the princess; you’d laugh along but never answer. But at least, you had cousins in line to the throne. You knew any of them would make great leaders.

To your dismay, your parents completely cut you off. They never answered the letters you sent them; you weren’t even sure that they were reading them. You were completely honest in those letters. You admitted how you fell for Bucky, how you moved to the countryside, how you had a bakery in town, and about their grandchildren. You wanted your kids to know their grandparents, especially since Bucky’s parents had already passed.

As you walked through the village, the entire town was bustling. You had Liam in a stroller with the cookies in your hand as well. You always had Aubrey and James hold hands with one of them holding on to your skirt as you walked. Your little family did this until you reached the bakery. As soon as you guys entered and your twins saw their father, they immediately ran to him. They tackled their father making Bucky hit the floor with the cleaning rag. But he wasn’t a bit upset. Bucky was washing the outside of the display, but he was a sucker for his kids.

“Woah, you guys are getting stronger everyday,” he laughed. “What is your mother feeding you guys?” he pretended to whisper, making the children laugh.

“I’m gonna be strong like you someday, daddy!” James told his father, flexing the small little muscles he had.

“I wanna be strong like daddy, too!” Aubrey complained, mimicking her brother. “Can I?”

“Of course you can, baby. You both can,” Bucky reassured as he picked them both up. “But you are gonna have to eat your vegetables every day.”

They both groaned in a dramatic fashion. “Hey, hey, I don’t make the rules,” Bucky claimed as he set them both down. “For now though, why don’t you guys finish up those pictures you were working on yesterday so me and your mother can hang them up, alright?”

The twins both nodded before retreating to the back to finish their paintings. You were just enjoying the show as you rolled Liam right behind the counter— the show being watching Bucky with his kids. It was enough to make you want him to put another baby in you right in this bakery.

“You look fucking gorgeous, darling,” Bucky whispered so he wasn’t in hearshot of the twins. He kissed your lips once more, pulling you in closer by your waist. It was such a deep kiss considering it wasn’t even the middle of the day yet. You definitely weren’t complaining though.

“I look like this everyday,” you muttered against his lips, pulling back a little.

“I know, and you looked just as amazing on those days, too,” Bucky smirked before landing another kiss on your lips. “But I know Steve’s kids have been begging for a sleepover with ours, and he even agreed to watch over Liam tonight too. So, I was thinking maybe we could get some dinner, spend some well deserved time together perhaps.”

You felt your heart flutter. It had been months since you and Bucky had some alone time together. Liam was almost a year old, and you both loved your kids, but the romantic flame you kindled was dull most nights.

“That sounds amazing, Buck,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But let’s open the bakery before the bread goes stale,” you joked.

The day went smoothly. Customers came and went, buying your baked goods and breads. Many also bought the cookies you were so concerned about. In fact, you had sold every bundle of cookies before the end of the day. Your customers knew anything coming out of the Barnes Bakery was always going to be delectable even if they had never tried it. Everyone knew you and Bucky were good for it.

At this point, your bakery had become a staple in the community. Many had commissioned your bakery to make wedding cakes, birthday cakes, and other goods for events in the town. The business was everything you could have dreamed of, and building it with Bucky only made it more surreal.

Bucky had gone to drop off your kids at Steve’s a bit ago while you closed up shop for the day. You were packing the fresh bread that you had baked a while ago in the back. You weren’t expecting to bake so much today, but your bread was quickly selling out; you had to stock it for tomorrow.

You heard the bell ring, alerting you that someone had entered the bakery. Next came the heavy steps that you often associated with your husband coming towards the back. You heard him push the door open and groan.

“May I help you, dear?” you sweetly asked as you placed the bread on the cooling racks.

“No need, love,” you heard Bucky from behind you. “Just have a beautiful view of your perfect backside.” You felt Bucky’s hands on your hips, his hot breath in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t help but to lean into his touch, already feeling yourself pool in your underwear.

“Buck…”

“I have something for you. Don’t look,” Bucky whispered in your ear. You obeyed yet you could hear the clanging of something as Bucky pulled something out of his pocket. “Hold still,” he told you.

You felt coldness run across your clavicle. You looked down to see a simple blue sapphire necklace resting on your chest. You gasped and placed your band on the stone.

“Oh, my God, Bucky. I— this must’ve cost a fortune,” you stuttered out, finally turning to him. “How did you possibly afford this?”

“Steve was actually able to cut me a decent deal, darling, but don’t worry about that,” Bucky told you. “It’s an anniversary gift.”

You furrowed your brows and chuckled, “Our anniversary isn’t for another three months.”

“While that’s true, this is the anniversary of my first day working in the palace aka the first day I got a glimpse of my future…you,” Bucky shyly smiled. He looked at you with softened features. He almost looked like he was going to propose again. “Actually, the first thing you said to me was—”

“I think this necklace clasp is stuck in my hair. And you helped me get the gaudy necklace out of my hair,” you chuckled. “We were just teens then.”

He nodded, “We were, and it was gaudy, yes, but it had sapphires in it. This is definitely a simplified version of it, but it reminds me of the beginning— something I never wanna forget.”

Tears were already brimming your eyes before you pulled your husband into a heated, desperate kiss. Bucky’s hands were quick to attach to your waist, pulling you close. He also backed you into the counter, allowing you to grind on his thigh. You let out a soft moan into your husband’s mouth, giving him access to a deeper kiss.

You were desperate for more contact. You were yearning for Bucky’s touch and have been for months. Bucky’s lips moved down to your neck, slightly nipping at your skin. Although the bakery was closed, you didn’t want to moan out too loudly in fear someone would hear.

“I need you, Buck,” you begged, tugging at his shirt. “It’s been too long.”

Bucky inhaled sharply against your neck. It’s been awhile since he’s heard you beg for him, and it made his cock engorge. He rutted against you, desperate to take you right against this counter that he had just reinforced not too long ago.

“As much as I would love to take you, my beautiful wife, on this counter until you can’t move, I’d rather have you in the comfort of our own home. Treat you like the queen you are,” Bucky groaned against your neck before picking you up. You squealed as your husband picked you up bridal style to carry you out of the building.

Bucky didn’t carry you all the way home. You told him you wanted him to save his strength instead. Besides, it was a twenty minute walk. But by the time you both entered the house, all bets were off.

By the time you both passed through the threshold, you both already lost your shoes and had Bucky’s shirt off. The both of you were acting like drunken teenagers who finally were out of the gaze of their parents. Bucky was quick to undo your blouse and your bra, letting them drop to the ground.

“I think dinner can wait. Don’t you think, love?” Bucky growled as he led you to the bedroom. You quickly nodded in agreement with your hands on his chest. “All I want is to rediscover every way I can make you squirm. Lay down, darling.”

You did as you were told, admiring the man before you. For the last five years, Bucky couldn’t believe you were his wife, his to adore and pleasure. “You just look so beautiful, love.” Bucky lips pressed against your chest repeatedly, leaving a trail across your breasts until dragging his lips across a nipple. You gasped at the contact, receiving a smirk from your husband. He gave both breasts that attention of his lips before working your breasts with his large hands. You took a deep breath, attempting to contain your moans.

“Let me hear you; no one’s here but you and me,” Bucky muttered against your skin, moving south down your body.

“Bucky, I need you to fuck me,” you begged, running your fingers through his dark, thick hair.

“I need to take my time with you,” Bucky growled, hiking up your skirt. He let one finger drag along your folds, getting soaked in your juices. Your hips bucked in response, looking for more contact. “And I can tell how needy you already are, love.”

Bucky massaged your folds, allowing a finger to press on your clit. You grinded on his fingers, praying one would slide into your warm center. Your husband noticed your movements before taking a slick finger and gliding it into your center, appreciating how warm you felt just around his finger. He could feel his cock tighten against his pants at the thought of having the same sensation on his cock.

You let out a sigh of relief when you felt his finger enter you; it was like rubbing an ache that you had all day. But you were desperate for more.

“Oh god, Bucky, I need more. Please,” you begged, looking down at his mischievous smile as he worked your center and clit. He was one to oblige as he thrusted another finger into you, eliciting a tumultuous moan from you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it darling,” Bucky cooed, getting a good look at his work as he toyed with your clit with fingers curling inside. Before you could even respond, he replaced his finger on your clit with his mouth, using his tongue to massage it. His tongue oscillated between your clit and your now drench center.

You felt the need to hold on to your bed duvet for dear life as your husband. Bucky tried to hold down your hips with his one free hand, but you were too undrowned with pleasure to notice your back arching off the bed. Your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your head while Bucky’s name came out like a chant of pleasure. You were flowing like a river at this point, already drunk off of Bucky’s fingers and mouth. You couldn’t believe how much you were missing this feeling.

You could feel the familiar build-up of an orgasm, something you hadn’t felt in months. It was much greater than you were used to, but you knew the high was going to be heavenly. “I’m clo— fuck, I’m coming, baby,” your moan almost becoming a sob.

“That’s it, darling. Come all over my face.” Bucky kept the same speed, not wanting to mess up your high. He just wanted to see you unravel and be at the mercy of his hand tongue.

When you hit your high, all you saw was white. You had never come like that before. The intensity was unmatched to anything you had ever felt before, and that’s saying a lot considering that Bucky never seemed to disappoint. It felt like you were coming for hours before you eventually came down for it. Your breathing was staggered and your chest was heaving heavily. You looked down at your husband wiping his mouth.

“I don’t know how you get sweeter and sweeter,” lust dripped off of Bucky’s words as stood up, removing his pants and underwear in the process. His cock sprung, hitting his lower abdomen. You almost moaned at the sight. “You think you got anyone in ya, princess?” Bucky asked in a low, raspy tone as he began to pull down your skirt.

You were still trying to get your breath under control. “Bucky, please, I just need you in me,” you pleaded, helping him take off your skirt until it pooled on the floor with your underwear.

Bucky’s broad body hovered over yours as his lips found yours again. As much as you wanted to feel that high again, you wanted to stay in this moment with your husband, bodies tangled together, skin on skin, just drowning in the other’s love. Yet, you could help but long for the cock that was rubbing against your thigh. The mix of lust and love was enough to make you smile into the kiss. He would feel this and mutter the question “What?”

“I just…I love you, Bucky,” you sighed between kisses. He stopped to get a glimpse of you and your beautiful smile. “I am hopelessly, desperately in love with you.”

Bucky pulled you into a slower kiss while wrapping his arm around your body to push you closer to the center of the bed. This kiss was soft and delicate, a complete difference from the one you both shared earlier while walking into your home.

Bucky grabbed hold of his cock, wetting it with your juices as he moved it along your folds. “Let me show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

He slowly slid into you, letting you adjust to his size. You both let out moans that were harmonious with each other. Bucky had to stop himself from coming on the spot when he finally made contact with your warm, wet walls. You, on the other hand, already felt close to coming again when Bucky had every inch of his cock inside of you, resting on your spot.

You gave your husband a nod to keep again, and he was quick to react. He briskly caught a slow rhythm, making sure each thrust was hitting your spot perfectly. His body was completely on top of yours as he used your shoulders to push you deeper on his cock. You couldn’t help but to tighten around your husband’s cock as you wanted to feel every inch and ridge of it.

“You feel amazing, darling. So damn perfect for me,” Bucky groaned against your ear. “Tell me who’s pussy this is, darling.”

Your breathing once again was becoming staggered, but you were still able to at least mumble, “You, Bucky.”

Bucky thrusted into you harder, eliciting a throaty moan from you. “I told you that I need to hear you, darling,” Bucky demanded as he only thrusted harder into you. God, it felt like he was going to split you in two. “Tell me again. Who’s pussy is this?”

“It’s yours, Bucky,” you almost yelled as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. “It’s always been yours, baby.”

“That’s right, darling.” Bucky’s breathing increased as he picked up his pace while keeping his depth. He grabbed onto the headboard of your bed in order to keep his pace and to see his cock slide into and out of you. “Mine and only mine.”

You didn’t think you could make a coherent sentence at this point. He was rapidly hitting your spot now, and you could feel that same pressure slowly building up again. You never understood how Bucky could be rough and tender at the same time. His thrusts were putting you in a trance, but he only looked at you with love and adoration.

“Fuck, Bucky, you’re so deep, baby!” you cried out before wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer. You knew he was getting off on your moans and muttered words just as much as he was enjoying the physical sensations. It was only fuel to his fire.

He let go of the headboard before pulling you off the bed, settling you in his lap, his cock burrowed in you. Bucky’s hands were spread across your back, giving you the support to bounce and grind on his cock. As much as Bucky loved to be in control, he loved seeing you take the reins.

You wrapped your arms around his neck before both were a mix of moans as you began grinding on your husband’s cock. Your chest heaved against Bucky’s as you chanced your high. Bucky’s face was burrowed in your neck, primal grunts filling your ear.

“Fuck, darling, if you keep riding me like this, I’m gonna have to put another baby in you,” Bucky groaned as he nipped at your neck. “You know how much I love seeing you filled with my seed, swelled with our child again. Fuck, you’d always look so damn good. I’d love to see my love like that again.”

“Then do it, Buck,” you told him as you pulled his face to look at yours. “Put another baby in me.”

A switch flipped in Bucky. A lustful smirk ran across his lips before he wrapped his arm around your waist, bouncing you on his cock himself. You audibly gasped as he quickened the pace, drilling into you.

“Oh my— Bucky, fuck, baby.” You felt like you were seeing stars as you met his thrusts, continuing to bounce. You could feel the pressure build up in you again. Bucky could notice your breathing becoming staggered again, suggesting you were close to your high.

“Come on, darling. I want you to come when I fill you up again. Need to feel you come around me. Can you do that for me, darling, hmm?” You nodded vigorously. “Then come for me, darling. I can’t last much longer in this pretty pussy cause all I wanna do is paint your walls.”

You moaned at his words, your high approaching quickly now. A number of profanities and loving whispers fell off of Bucky’s lips as he felt you tighten around him. Your orgasm erupted like a volcano. You were sure your neighbors would have heard you if you had any. Bucky pulled you closer to him as he also came, quickly warming you with his cum. Your name drunkenly dripped off his lips as he finished inside of you.

You both were in a post-orgasmic haze, attempting to collect yourselves again. You still were sitting on top of Bucky, his cock slowly beginning to go soft inside of you. Neither of you moved, not wanting to break the contact just yet. Your head laid on Bucky’s shoulder before you kissed it. You raised yourself up to meet your husband’s soft gaze.

“How does dinner sound to you right now?”

Bucky chuckled under his breath, “In a minute. I gotta make sure I get my wife pregnant because she looks so damn good when pregnant.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh before pulling him into a soft kiss. Your lips were still touching his as you pulled away a bit, “You have the rest of the night to ensure that, Buck.”

A small growl escaped his lips before he pulled you into another heated kiss. You surrendered to his lips again, but you knew both of you needed to eat something if this was going to be something you were gonna keep up for a while.

“God, I love you, Y/N,” Bucky groaned against your lips. “I’ll make us dinner; you just stay right here and relax, darling, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

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mollysfoundfamily · 3 years

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What are the epithet erased folks like when they're drunked?

Oh ho ho ho this is going to be fun! ( alcohol and drunk Tigger warning though)

Molly: No. No. No. No. no alcohol for the baby. EVER! Percy doesn’t even anything that even looks like it get close to her and her young still forming brain!! the others have kind of an unspoken rule about it to. SHES. JUST. TOO. PURE.

she hasn’t told them that her dad used to let her drink pumpkin spice beer at thanksgiving yet.

Sylvie: Don’t tell percy but Sylvie drinks wine the most respectable and classy of all adult beverages when he’s at office parties. The others are reluctant to let a 15 year old do it but he insists he‘s more then responsible enough. It’s purely to study the complex flavors anyway (he’ll never admit it but they all taste like expired cough syrup to him) not to get totally inebriated for the sake of it.... that part happened on accident. It only takes about one glass to do it and He goes into beef beef sheep mode but as a drunken out loud ramble. He comes up with alot of “ground braking theories“ when he gets like this too. He was once convinced that motion wasn’t real it‘s just an illusion our brains cook up to help us cope with our frozen world!!! He’ll just keep rambling and hiccuping for hours every once and a while admitting something very very embarrassing like How he doesn’t know what half the big words he uses mean or that his coffee is actually just chocolate milk until he eventually passes out on top of a pile of very tipsy sheep sucking his thumb.... which is usually fallowed by a visit from a very very glitchy beefton Who has fish fins for some reason because drunk dreams apparently aren’t as stable as regular dreams.

Giovanni: Gio doesn’t even really like alcohol (mostly because of Debby) but sneaks into bars every now and then because underage drinking is a major crime!! He can’t stomach anything unless it’s drowned in sweet strawberry staved ice or a million different juices and of course a tiny umbrella and it only takes one of those to get him waisted... His whole face flushes totally red even his ears! He’s somehow even louder and more obnoxious then usual! Dancing on tables swinging form ceiling fans yelling at strangers who don’t tip or harass The bar tenders and getting into fist fights with them which he usually loses (making out with crusher that one time) his few inhibitions completely out the window along with the Bar‘s jukebox.... it’s the only time he’s ever committed any kind of real crimes. Then on the second on he just Starts maniacally laughing and crying at the same time. Its actually pretty scary to witness so thank goodness Bear trap ain’t around. Until It eventually just becomes crying about all the mean stuff he did and how great it is but how it’s awful too and how he doesn’t wanna be mean but you have to be mean to be a bad guy so does that mean he doesn’t wanna be a bad guy? and really feels like he should have taken that four year baseball scholarship to the city’s top medical College!!

Mera: She’s a little harder to get waisted mostly Because she has to be really careful not to brake the fancy glasses her drinks come in. When she does it only makes her get more grumpy and makes her start scream ranting about how terrible life is and how terrible people are and just how much everything and everyone sucks all the time... expect for Indus

her affection for him is turned up a hundred fold she’ll throw herself on top of him and nuzzle into him like a kitty squeezing his muscles! She’ll ramble on about how he’s the handsomest sweetest person in the history of ever and how she doesn’t deserve him and just wants to kiss his big dumb face and from there it trails off into.... pg 13 territory untill she passes out and a very red faced indus has to carry her home.

Indus: Indus is also pretty hard to get drunk since he’s so huge it’s only ever happened once. It was from one to many of those wooden pints of ale at this theme bar because of course it was. Everyone there thought he was an actor or something and kept asking for selfies because he kept singing broken warrior drinking ballets and challenging people to drinking contests which only made things worse. After winning about 5 he couldn’t say too words without braking into giggle fit or hiccuping his head off. It would have been kinda cute if he hadn’t also lost all motor control, completely forgot how strong he was and smashed almost everything and everyone he came in contact with. He hugged about 7 people into the hospital, smashed a hole on the bar. and then tried to fight a forklift. But he probably would have done that last one anyway.

Percy: (aka the one you’re all waiting for) Has only ever taken a drink once in her life. Ramsey thought Champagne would be a good way to celebrate after closing a big case together... he has never regretted anything so much. She took one sip and she was immediately completely intoxicated a Drunken delinquent unable to control her own actions or the already rapidly forming addition she was suffering from. But she would work as hard as she could to get sober and decided to check herself into the nearest rehab center. He tried to stop her but she was determined to go strait there but she wouldn’t allow herself to operate a motor vehicle under such conditions so she decided to walk there right through the middle of heavy traffic. Once again totally unable to control her rash decisions. He eventually got her to come back thankfully without getting hit. Only for her to run straight into a stop sign. She got back up again immediately and acted like nothing was wrong even though blood was pooring out of her swelled up nose! He tried to take her to the hospital but she insisted on staying to defend her honor again the offending sign as irrational displays of strength was a common drunken activity. But electrocuting it was probably not the best idea since it sort of acted as a lightning rod and fired the underground wires the ran underneath it blacking out the next 5 city blocks. The video of the whole thing when viral and Percy uses as an example of the dangers of alcohol For the kids.

Ramsey: The man can afford freaking gold laced Champagne but chooses box rosé in the basement watching Adam Sandler movies like the king he is.

But somehow with out fail he will always always always wake up the next morning in the master sweet of a yacht he just bought with a bunch of passed out strangers half of which are furries in a giant pile of money totally unable to move his face because of the back ally Botox he got done. wearing nothing but his boxers, gold chains with a little gold rats on them, and solid gold crocks still holding that box of rosé....

Zora: We’ve done drunk Zora art here before she’s pretty much exactly what you would expect downing whisky and beer left and right just to see how far she can go!! Her competitiveness goes through the roof and she’s challenging anyone to anything darts, arm wrestle, poole, russian roulette, jump rope, anything she was one of the said people Indus got into a drinking contest with and the only one he lost too! She really isn’t that much different then her usual self since she drinks pretty regularly and has the highest tolerance out of everyone.

extra because I had too!!

Howie: It seems like its impossible to get him drunk. His worker bees get him to try and loosen up a little because like it or not he needs it. But he’s already downed 10 giant beers and seems totally the same.... until he gets a call about a new job gets up and walks right through the wall of the bar leaving a Howie shaped hole behind him.

#epithet erased #Epithet Erased Headcannon #Headcannon #Found Fam #Alcohol Trigger warning #molly blyndeff #giovanni potage #sylvester ashling #mera salamin #indus tarbella #percival king #ramsey murdoch #zora salazar #howie honeyglow

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dancingthesambaa · 3 years

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The Smell Of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 5

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black-furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 5: By Your Side

“Next is the bag of chips, why he likes pizza flavor I will never know,” Mac muttered as he pushed his cart through the aisles.

The two teenagers in his care, at this point Mei might as well be one of his, had opted out of the grocery trip and decided to do their own thing on the other side of town. Still well perfectly within hearing distance, but he smartly decided not to eavesdrop on their conversations, he would rather not have two very creative, and vengeful, kids out to get him.

After he had grabbed the bag of chips and placed it in with all the many, many items in the cart, some of them were not even for him and the two kids as his friends tend to make themselves at home at times. He feels like he should be charging his friends for the amount of stuff he gets for them no matter how rich he may be.

‘Who even needs this many ghost peppers, 3 bundles of apples, a bag of soft sponges, industrial nail filer, and a goddamn indestructible chew ball,’ he internally ranted in his head as he went through another aisle, ‘What am I, their parent?’ They have their own damn jobs!’ He then looked through some of their teas available and his nose scrunched up as he picked up a box of passion fruit tea. “Who the fuck even likes passion fruit tea? That shit is way too sweet,” he grumbled to himself.

“Well store bought ones usually don’t have that same ‘Oomph’ as homemade ones,” a deep voice said.

“You’re telling me,” Mac agreed as he side glance at the man who was reaching for one of the teas on the top shelf as he couldn’t contain his eye twitch. ‘Okay, been in this city for gods knows how long, and in the span of less than a year I managed to find ones that are descendants or reincarnation of most of the fucking crew. What the actual fuck is this sort of luck?! I know that there are historians willing to sell their soul for even a trace of this, so what kind of fucked up luck am I getting that I just stumbled upon them.’

“Hm,” he, the overgrown beast of a demon that shared too much resemblance to Sha Wujing, titled his head to him. “Is there something the matter?” His eyes widen as he tries to look over his body and pants, “Do I have cat hair on me?! I thought I managed to clean the last of it off before I left.”

“No, no,” he waved him off, “just thought you looked familiar, that’s all.”

“Oh well in that case,” the large man shifted his basket to his other hand and stuck out his right, “my name is Sandy, it’s nice to meet a fellow tea lover.”

Macaque stared at the hand for a bit before giving a small smirk and shaking it, “Name Macaque and right back at ya big lug.”

“Personally I like the Biluochun Tea,” Sandy said as he plucked up a box of Chamomile, “but unfortunately they have yet to fully bloom in my garden so I am making do with a substitute,” he joked.

“Then how about Kuding?” Mac recommended.

“I may like the taste of bitter, but I don’t want that to be my only taste,” he admitted.

“Well I think it’s pretty good.”

“Let me take a wild guess and say that you don’t like sweet things.”

“I only tolerate for my kiddos,” he mumbled as he put the box of Junshan Yinzhen Tea, he already had a batch of Kuding growing out in the garden, so there is little point in grabbing a weak ass store brand tea that held not even the same resemblance to how it truly tastes. He tried a box out of sheer curiosity and immediately chuck that so far away, that thing that called itself Kuding tea is a disgrace to the true masterpiece.

“You have kids,” the demon piped up as he walked alongside the monkey.

“Technically one, but with the number of times she stays over, I might as well claim that hellion,” he grumbled as the two goes out of the aisle and towards the meat.

“Awww, that’s sweet,” he put his hand to his very muscular chest, “the only little ones I have are my adorable cats,” he then proudly showed off his wallet which had an assortment of different kinds of cats.

“Cute,” he admitted as he took in the collection of cats, “was this an all at once thing or more of a gradual.”

“Oh some were gradual, others were in groups, and some was just picked up,” he said as he put up his wallet, “Like one day I come home and find Mimi, one of my older ones, carrying the most adorable blue kitten,” he began to tell his tale of Mo as the two continued their shopping together.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment,” Pigsy yelled out as he served a tray full of steaming hot noodles to his other customers.

“Man, this place is packed today,” Mac said as he took the only seat on the counter, which was by the entrance. The place was brimming with customers, either loitering outside waiting for their order or just chatting amicably inside.

“Yeah, lunch hour kicks my as-butt each time,” he had to suppress a groan and put on a customer service grin as he watched another group stroll in. “Be with you in a minute!”

“I thought you had some staff? I know the last time we came in, we saw a driver leaving with the food,” he asked as he straightened out his lavender dress covered with floral print.

“Well,” Pigsy said after he finished taking orders and began making the food, “I had to fire that lazy bum after he called off so many times, a few I get, but how does 4 out of the five days you work help?! And you still expect me to pay you for a full two weeks of service?” He grumbled harshly as he then took a few of the clean bowls out.

“Yikes,” Mac grimaced, “…want some help?”

The owner paused and sharply looked towards the monkey, “you offering?”

“Yeah, don’t really have anything better to do, besides,” he showed off two more clones, which barely made people bat an eye as they were too engrossed in their meals and phones, “I am basically a one man army.”

Pigsy looked so wistfully at that power and quickly asked, “are you any good at customer service?”

“I volunteer at a theater,” he raised an eyebrow.

“You're hired,” the shorter demon threw an apron at him, “you’ll get paid by the end of the day.”

“Instead of that, how bout next time I drop by, food is on the house?” He bargained as he put on the apron.

“Deal,” he instantly agreed and he could feel a wave of relief wash over him as he now could focus on cooking instead of everything at once. “Next time why don’t you talk to Tang about how free meals work, maybe then his lazy butt can finally start paying me.”

“Why don’t you just not give him free food?” Macaque smirked as he saw a faint blush on the pig’s face.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

The monkey said nothing more as he put the apron on, turned to the group of people that was just seated, took out a notepad, and gave his most theatrical smile “Welcome to Pigsy Noodles, what can I get started for you?”

“So anyway, I have been looking through some of the books that I saw in an antique store, and let me tell you that I scored the motherload!” Tang excitedly said as he talked beside the lake. “Guess what I happened to find.”

“What?” The creature prompted him as he casually floated in the water.

“You have money? You actually have a job,” the other being questioned, “and you still let Pigsy pay for your food?”

“It’s a journal that tells the tale of someone who got trapped in the spiritual world after a failed ritual!” He exclaimed as he steadfastly ignored the previous question.

“Pffftt,” he sputtered out a laugh.

“I don’t know about you but isn’t it usually a bad thing when someone gets trapped somewhere,” Macaque drawled out as he chewed on a plum as he stretched out on the grass with a baby monkey clinging onto him. Ní, who decided to chill in her rabbit form for some reason, also nodded as she laid down on the sunlight grass. “Also, you haven’t answered my question.”

“Well she obviously is alright since she wrote this book and all,” the historian tried to defend himself as he still didn’t answer.

“Surrree.”

“It’s true, you agree with me right Shu,” he turned to the water demon.

“Absolutely,” the Shui Gui cheekily said.

Tang shot a smirk at him.

“He agrees with anything he finds funny,” he rolled his eyes.

“Well anyway,” he took out the book and showed it to them, “this book illustrates how Chi-Chi journey through the treacherous parts of the realm, tricked many dangerous beings, gazed upon the beauty of the uncharted, and met so many spirits and immortals along the way!”

“Is that so,” Mac hummed.

“I would give an arm and a leg to meet an immortal or even a spirit,” he said unblinkingly then he went back to his fanboy mode, “I would have so many questions to ask them!”

The 2 immortal beings shared a look at each other as the monkey then put a hand over the spirit’s mouth to stop him from saying anything.

“Don’t you even think about it Kappa,” he warned him.

The drowned spirit just gave him a cheeky grin as he raised his webbed hands in the air.

“I swear,” Macaque grumbled as he put down his hand, “how the hell did the two of you even become friends?”

“He fed me some beef jerky,” he happily explained, “and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.”

“And he never once comments on why you always hang around the lake and not anywhere else?” He incredulously said.

“Nope!”

“Adrenaline junkie I swear.”

“You say something?” Tang called out as he paused his fanboy mode.

“Just talking about your obvious crush on Pigsy,” Mac facepalmed when the spirit just had to say that of all things.

“It’s not a crush!” Tang marched up to him with his ears redder than an apple, “Can’t someone just appreciate another person's attractive qualities?”

“Yes, yes you can,” he agreed.

“Good,” the fanatic crossed his arms, “then you can safely assume that-.”

“Butttt you have a fancy for the pig,” the spirit ended.

“NO I DO NOT!”

“The sheer irony is actually ridiculous,” Mac said to himself as he slowly petted the infant.

“Ooo oo,” the baby macaque cooed.

“No, you cannot eat my tail.”

“You know, I’m getting real tired of those idiots' constant fighting,” Macaque grumbled as he petted a very fat and very fluffy cat.

“Tell me about it,” Sandy nodded his head as he drank some tea. “They have been at it for almost the second they met each other.”

“I swear I am so close to just shoving them both in a closet alone and letting them deal with it.”

“Yeahhh, that might not work so well,” Sandy drawled out as he set down his cup.

“Why? Cause it won’t be right,” he mocked.

“Well there’s that, but also there’s the fact that it would absolutely do nothing at all and just lead to them bickering more,” he pointed out.

“You, unfortunately, have a point,” he slumped back as another cat crawled on top of him.

“Also, I may have already tried that.”

“Wait? Really?” He sat back up and looked at the blue demon’s sheepish expression.

“Let me just tell you that seeing it on t.v does not really work the same way as real life,” he still remembered how they were both mad at him for locking them in a room together.

“Tell me about it,” Mac already knows the pain as both MK and Mei went through this phase as they tried to do the most ridiculous stunts or experiment with dangerous chemicals. Luckily he managed to stop or save them in time, but there were a few times where he was preoccupied or just missed it. Let it be known that they both learned their lesson after breaking bones and a fierce rash all over their arms. He still doesn't know what they were trying to prove with the lacquer tree. “Oh yeah, how did it go with flicker the other day? Didn’t give you too much trouble?”

“Oh nothing I couldn’t handle,” Sandy smiled at the mention of his newest client, “Can’t tell you much cause of confidentiality and whatnot, but he is open to another session.”

The monkey nodded, “that’s good, Gods know he needs it, now if Raki was more amenable to the idea, but she is the most prideful person I know and that is including her husband.”

The blue demon winced, “yeahhh I can see how that might be a bit difficult.”

“You're telling me.”

“Focus,” Macaque yelled out as he nimbly dodged a flying kick, “remember that when you strike, you make sure that strike will be your last.”

Mei didn’t say a word as she growled at her missed shot and jumped towards him then fainted for an upward cut then quickly proceeded to go into a low roll as MK came up from behind with a high kick.

“Good plan you two,” he praised as he simply jumped above MK’s head and said, “but try going for a grapple next time, it would have been more effective to topple me over rather than try to catch me off guard in the air.”

MK flipped backward and attempted to grab onto his tail, which he quickly realized was a mistake as he felt the tail wrap around his arm and flung him to Mei, who was charging at him.

“If I was an unskilled fighter then that would have been quite an effective weakness to exploit, but it’s too bad I’m not,” he mocked the two as he caught Mei sword with one hand and MK escrima stick with the other and casually tossed them back to the edges of the tree line.

“Oh come on!/We almost had him!” Both teens yelled out as they simultaneously punched a tree in frustration, which left a handprint etched into the wood when they took it out.

Only Macaque noticed this as both of the kids elected to split off from each other and try to attack him from both sides. “Guess they have adapted quite well to my energy,” he mused as he watched them run towards him, “Probably should tell them to take it easy else they’ll break their bones, again.” He then easily began to dodge from both of their attacks as they gave it their all to finally hit the damn monkey.

And this how it continued, with both seventeen year olds working together to finally land a hit on the speedy monkey, only for it to fail every time.

“You're getting better,” he said as he looked down on the two exhausted teenagers trying to catch their breath.

“One day,” Mei took a long deep breath before continuing, “one day, I don’t know when, but one day I will punch that damn smug off your face.”

“Ditto,” MK raised his hand in the air then dropped it then pushed his loose hair out of his eyes.

Mei saw this and gave a faint snort, “you know I can help with your hair-”

“I’m not putting pigtails in my head again,” he deadpanned.

“Come on, I can even get fluffy to join.”

“How about no,” he bluntly said as handed them two cold water bottles, “take a breather breezy, starlight. We can resume in a few minutes.”

“Okayy,” they moaned out.

“Awww, but I bet you would look cute in pigtails,” they all turned to see Minsheng hop in with a few others as well, “I know there will be a lot of demons just willing to pay for a pic, just think of the money.”

“Remember the glitter,” Macaque growled out.

“The bunny paused and crossed their arms as their friends laughed behind him, “ Well I’m just saying.”

“It took them ages to get all that out,” Daiyu stated, it didn’t even come off until a full month has gone by, and yet they still found small patches in their fur.

“Almost killed him when he tried to hug me with that on him,” Bohai huffed as he glowed a bit at the horrible image of him even having a speck of that abomination on him.

“They looked like my gremlin’s arts and crafts masterpiece when they were five,” Yanyu chortled.

“It was indeed horrible,” Ahmed lowly chuckled out as he slowly trailed behind them all, then all demons, and adult human, in the vicinity paused.

“Oh right this,” the bluenette human almost hit herself at how quickly she forgot, “we did come here for a reason.”

“Voices gettin to ya,” the long-furred monkey easily asked the lion demon.

“They have been a bit annoying,” he gave a weak chuckle.

“I feel ya,” he turned to his kids, “go towards the tree line with the rest of them, it seems that class will have to be cut short.”

“Okay?” Both were very confused, but obliged by the demon words as they walked over to the group, only to be pulled back by Bohai. “Hey!/What?”

“Oh trust me,” the jellyfish demon said, “you do not want to be anywhere near Ahmed at the moment. He’s a bit...unhinged.”

“Him? But he’s a total softie,” Mei shot a look to him.

“He let Mei put ribbons in his mane,” MK added.

“Oh there’s no doubt about Med squishy heart, but there are times where he just has to cut loose, ya feel me,” the vulture just received confused looks.

“Just watch,” the bunny demon grinned and took out a bundle of golden carrots, and began to eat.

“What do you mean-,” she was cut off by Macauqe voice.

“Come at me you overgrown cat.”

They saw Ahmed give a grateful nod before he went on all four, not even caring about his messing up his robes, and his body started to spasm as he let out a fierce roar that made everyone in the vicinity cover their ears.

ROAAARRRRR

He then flickered out of view and the monkey quickly had both his arms crossed in front of him as a plume of dirt and dust gathered around him without warning. It was only when it was settled that the demons and humans saw that the once flat field now had a decent crater in the middle with both lion and monkey. Ahmed gave a low snarl as he saw that the monkey was not harmed.

“Aww baby cub claws not working,” he mocked him as he sent a hard kick to his jaw, “how bout I help ya there.”

He growled as he quickly grabbed the monkey’s leg and flung him to the ground, he gave a nasty grin as he saw blood trickle from his head.

“Wouldn’t get too cocky, haven’t you already tasted the blood trickling out of your jaw?”

The lion stilled as he tasted the metallic tang covering his tongue, he let out a low growl in frustration.

“First blood to me,” was all Mac had to say before the lion gave a roar and lunged at him, thus the fight beginning once more.

MK and Mei were stunned silent as they watch the vicious battle as each time Ahmed tried to throw an attack it would either get dodged or redirected, but if he did manage to land one blood was always shed. Macaque was the same way as each time he managed to strike him down they swore that they heard bones loudly breaking.

But neither side gave in.

“Terrifying right,” they were slightly startled by Yanyu’s voice and couldn’t help, but fall over as they saw, not only her, but everyone casually laying down and/or eating.

“Oh don’t give us that look,” Daiyu said as she hummed and watched the lion attempt to claw the monkey's eyes out, “it’s only some bloodshed, nothing major. Though it would be more thrilling if a certain spider bitch was involved, I would love to see her blood splattered out,” she lowly huffed.

“What she means to say is that Macaque has this well in hand, this isn’t his first time dealing with ol Meddy when he’s primal,” Bohai tried to comfort them.

“Primal?” MK questioned.

“Basically it’s when someone instinct takes over,” Minsheng explained as they munched on their carrot while watching Mac throw him harshly to the ground, “sometimes it’s a good thing like you stuck in a corner and you got a colony you need to protect behind you, it’s one hell of a boost let me tell you. Other times not so much.”

Both kids blinked at that lackluster answer.

“What they mean,” Bohai continued as they casually looked away from Ahmed sinking his teeth into Macaque shoulder, “is that other times the bad times, to put it bluntly, it’s when the voices get so loud that it begins to control your entire being until you finally get rid of it. If you're lucky, it can be as easy as sleeping, if not well,” he looked at where the six-eared monkey had ripped his shoulder away from Ahmed red stained fangs and proceeded to knock out a few teeth in retaliation. “That.”

“He becomes bloodthirsty,” Mei quietly says.

“Yeah,” Yanyu softly brought them down next to her as she gave them a bag of popcorn, “it’s not pretty, but he just has to let it out.”

“But why is Dad the one fighting him?! Why not any of you!” He half shouted in nervousness and anger as he looked towards the demons, specifically Daiyu.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I don’t have a death wish,” Bohai bluntly stated.

“Here here,” Sheng raised his hand.

“Tried that once and I was beaten in a minute flat,” the vulture huffed, “if Mackie wasn’t there then my body would have been a nice dinner to the rest of the wake.”

“Thus their first meeting,” the bunny added.

“Wait, Mac Mac first time meeting Ahmed was when he was beating the shit out of Daiyu and then to each other,” Mei asked.

“Yep,” they collectively said.

“And he is literally the only one able to fight against him?” MK questioned.”

“Yep,” they repeated.

Both teens took a glance as the monkey continued his vicious strikes against the lion, who attempted to decapitate his head every time, but each time he missed he instead decimated any boulders in the unfortunate vicinity into dust. The primal lion retaliated with his own thundering roar, but Macaque was fast enough to dodge the attacks that uprooted a grove of trees.

“Well there goes any small lingering doubts on how he was able to go toe to toe with the Monkey King,” Mei deadpanned as she slumped and stuffed her hand into the popcorn.

MK followed suit as he ate some popcorn, “you’re telling me.”

“He is kicking major monkey ass right now.”

“I am so happy that he is going easy on us,” the ponytail boy whispered out.

“Holy shit, no kidding,” she agreed, “just think, we could have been less than paste on the side of the road with a single hit if he actually tried to let loose with us.”

“Nahh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Min waved their worries off, “other than this, the only other time he actually lets loose is around his exes.”

“I’m sorry, his WHAT?!/Wait? WHAT?!” Mei and MK sat up as Mei continued, “what do you mean exes?!”

“Dad dated?!?!?” MK followed suit.

“Oh yeah,” Yanyu grinned, “I even met some of them, and let me tell you that he has horrible taste in partners.”

“I don’t think it’s his fault that most of them fall on the insane scale and not in a good way,” Bohai deadpanned.

“By insane you mean impulsive as shit that tries to fight anything that moves, then yeah,” Daiyu nodded.

“It’s weird hearing those words coming from you,” the adult human teased.

“Hey, I may like fighting, but even I have my own limits. His partners take the entire train and then the second one charging at em.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around Dad dating,” the seventeen year old muttered as he gripped his head as he looked towards the blood stained battle. “This I can get, but dating?”

“…I am so never gonna let this go,” a twinkle of mischievous appeared in Mei's eyes as she looked at them, “sooo if you had to guess, which one is his most insane, or worst, partner.”

“I have to say Hui, that scorpion bastard seemed nice enough, but she was a raging alcoholic that always tried to get into the celestial realm for some booze” Sheng started as they stuffed the rest of the carrot in their mouth.

“Ju. He was a fishy one, that turtle was always looking for his next meal, no matter where it came from,” Bohai grumbled.

“Might have something to do with nature,” Yanyu teased.

“Shut up.”

“Both of ya are brain dead if you forgot who really takes the crown,” the winged demon interjected.

“Who then?”

Daiyu and Yanyu just looked at each other before saying, “Lemur bitch.”

“Fair point,” both aquatic and land demons replied.

“Who?” Mei asked, but it was met with grimaced faces.

“Just,” Bohai began, “just pray you never meet him, Shun is-,” he was cut off by a loud yell.

SLAM

“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM!” Macaque screeched while all his ears flared up, his eyes twitch violently with a wild look. “NEVER!” He repeated as he pressed his foot and staff on the lion’s back, who was just growling out and thrashing wildly under him.

“Yeahhh, let’s just say that after him, doc swore off on dating,” Yanyu sighed as she ate a handful of popcorn.

“But what did he do?” MK said as he was careful to avoid the name.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“But I really do,” Mei leaned in.

“No you don’t.”

“But I-,” she got a mouthful of popcorn stuffed in her mouth.

“You don’t,” Yanyu pulled back her hand, “now let’s watch them beat the shit out of each other. 20 on Mufasa knocking him out this time.”

“I’ll add to that,” Min added.

“Well I bet 25 that Dad will knock him out!” MK shouted, “there’s no way he’ll lose.”

“And I’ll double that,” Mei joined in after she swallowed the popcorn, “no way pops is losing to an overgrown cat!”

“Get ready to eat your words.”

“The only thing I’ll be eating is some delicious double truffle swirl ice cream with your money.”

“Let’s just see about that.”

(Minsheng soon regretted those words as both Mei and MK happily ate their ice cream alongside a bandaged, but still a very conscious monkey, and a bruised up lion who was contently knocked out.)

“And that should be the last of it,” the eighteen year old boy grinned as he then noticed a violet headband hanging next to a stuffed monkey, “whoops, can’t forget that.” He quickly snatched it up and proceeded to put his hair in a ponytail then began to look around his room.

The room, once filled with clothes spread all over the floor, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, pictures and posters covering the walls, now laid bare with only a few boxes left to the side filled with them all. MK couldn’t stop the sad grin that formed on his face as he took in the sight of his room-old room, he was going to miss this, but he felt that it was time to move out and try living on his own for a while.

Knock Knock

“Sorry I’m not in right now, leave a message,” he jokingly said despite fully knowing who is on the other side.

The door swung open to reveal Macaque fondly rolling his eyes, “Where’d you get that snark from, I’ll never know.”

“Neither shall I.”

The monkey looked around the room, “so it looks like you're about done, you gonna bring it all over to Pigsy?”

“Most of it, yeah, but I have a separate pile I'm donating or giving to Yan munchkins,” he pointed to a few boxes titled ‘Donations’ and ‘Yanyu Gremlins.’

Mac smirked at the name as he gave a little walk around the bare room and noticed that where the bed used to be was a splatter of red paint and a dent in the wall, “huh, so how did this happen?”

MK froze as he saw what he was looking at and gave a nervous grin, “so remember when Mei was over and we had a bunch of paint for that art project.”

“The one about the deities or the one about nature?”

“Nature, and well remember how you found us covered in paint in here.”

“After I told you to keep it in the kitchen or outside so it won't be too hard to clean up, yes.” He deadpanned.

“And we did at first,” he put a finger up, “buttttt I left some of my materials in my room and it was alot, so Mei followed, but we kinda forgot that we still had wet paint all over us and we began to freak out. One thing led to another and Mei may have accidentally used too much force as she was panicking and let to the dent in the wall, which then made us panic even more, so we had the idea of moving the bed to cover the dent, which worked...except now the covers had paint on it and well....”

“Is how I found the both of you freaking out on the bed covered head to toe in paint,” the monkey snorted.

“In hindsight, we probably should have taken off our shoes before walking inside,” he scratched the back of his neck and sat against the wall opposing the window.

“That would have been a smart idea, took us ages to get it all cleaned,” he smirked as he sat beside him.

The teenager sighed as he looked out the window, “I'm gonna miss this.”

“Pfft, who says you can’t come back?” He playfully ruffled his head, “this isn’t a goodbye, but a see you later, you're always welcomed back home anytime.”

“Even if I screw it up time and time again,” he leaned into the touch.

“Even if you managed to wreck the whole country and have a bounty coming from the heavens that could feed nations for lifetimes,” Mac shot back.

MK laughed at the image, “Havoc in Heaven’s sequel, now with more monkeys.”

“And dragons,” the demon added.

“Mei would kick so much ass.”

“She absolutely would,” he chuckled as he continued to thread his fingers through his son's hair.

It was silent and, like so many times before, the two of them took only comfort from it.

“Dad,” MK quietly began.

“Yes comet.”

“… I’m scared,” he curled up into him, “like super duper scared and I have never left you ever since you saved-,”

“You would have-,” Macaque interjected.

“Saved,” he emphasized, “me and I can never thank you enough for just being there but I really want to do this and I really want to try to do things on my own! But I don’t know why I am so scared-wait I do, but it just so stupid and I can’t believe that I feel this way, cause you won’t just up and leave, but I-,” he stopped as he felt his Dad arms encircle him.

“It’s a scary step and I know change is terrifying, but I am so proud that you want to do this. It will be hard, no doubt, and at times it may seem like the whole world is against you, but know that you still have tomorrow waiting for you. So,” he tilted his son's head, “keep your head held high and look towards the stars, cause that right there is your limit starlight.”

MK smiled at his father's words.

“Also I think you may have forgotten something,” he showed off his six ears fluttering. “I have six ears for a reason, so if you ever need help or just need me, just call and-,”

“You’ll come running,” he grinned as he pushed himself further into the monkey's soft fur.

“And don’t you forget it,” he pushed his face into his son's hair and gave a soft kiss on top.

“I won’t,” he whispered out and clutched onto him tightly as both curled up in content.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #macaque #PlumTreeAU

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Music Worth Making Part 1: Bright Forever

Requested: nope!

Warnings: abuse, child neglect, shitty parents, death, food, terrible writing

Series Summery: When the reader’s life is ripped away from them, they’re distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isn’t so bad after all.

Chapter Summery: The band Sunset Curve was about to have a life-changing concert when they ate some bad hotdogs and died. 25 years later, you’re best friends with the girl who discovers them.

Words: 3,026

A/N: This is pretty much just introducing the characters and their relationships to one another. Things will get more interesting in the next few chapters.Also, the reader is non-binary! <3 lyrics are italicized Part 2 ______________________________________________________

Hollywood 1995

“Don’t look down, ‘cause we’re still rising up right now, and even if we hit the ground we’ll still fly, keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, but live it like it’s now or never.”

The teenaged boys finished their soundcheck, earning scattered applause and even a “whoo!” from the employees working at The Orpheum that night. The band didn’t try to hide their smiles as they took a bow.

“Thank you, we’re Sunset Curve!” one called out.

“Tell your friends!” another added.

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we’ve ever played on a soundcheck,” one said as they set down their instruments.

“Wait until tonight man, when this place gets packed with record execs.”

The boys all nodded, thinking of all the chances of fame they would have after that night.

“Okay, well, I’m thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking street dogs?”

Two of the other boys liked that idea, but the other one had other plans.

Jumping off the stage, he started to make his way over to a young woman who was wiping down tables.

“Hey Bobby, where you going?” the one who had suggested they go get street dogs called out.

“I’m good!” he called out to his bandmates, then said to the girl: “Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal.”

“You guys are really good,” she said with a smile as the other three guys joined their band member at her table. “I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”

The guys all smiled.

“That’s what we do this for,” one of them said. The tips of his chestnut colored hair almost reached the top of his shirt with cut off sleeves. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Reggie.” Reggie had black hair and was wearing a leather jacket with a red flannel tied around his waist. An interesting combination, but somehow the outfit worked.

“Alex.” A boy with blond hair spoke up from where he was hovering just to the side of the group, wearing a pale pink t-shirt.

“Bobby.” The boy who had first walked over to the girl had brown hair and a sleeveless jacket over a t-shirt.

“Nice meeting you guys. I’m Rose.” The girl smiled at all of them again as Luke licked his finger and stuck it in Bobby’s ear.

“Oh uh, here’s our demo, and a t-shirt, size beautiful.” Reggie handed Rose a CD and a t-shirt, earning a small groan from Alex.

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one.”

“Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just kinda fall apart in your hands,” Alex informed her.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asked, clearly wanting to talk to Rose without the other three around.

“Yeah.” Luke leaned closer to Rose, as if to tell her a secret. “He had a hamburger for lunch.”

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“Man, I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex grumbled as he put a pickle on his hot dog. “Hey, sorry, I got some pickle juice on your battery cables.”

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the man cooking hot dogs said with a slight chuckle.

“That can’t….okay.”

The three made their way over to a couch to eat. Before they could dig in, however, Luke started speaking.

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing The Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Eat up, boys. ‘Cause after tonight, everything changes.”

They all bit down hungerly into their street dogs.

Alex was the first to notice that something was off. “That’s a new flavor,” he said, a small amount of worry creeping into his tone.

“Chill man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie tried to calm down his friend.

Luke hesitated for a moment, then took another huge bite.

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Los Angeles 2020

You made your way through the hallway, walking fast, faces pass, weaving around people as you tried to reach your locker. You smiled as you saw your two best friends waiting for you.

“Hey, underacheiver,” Flynn said in greeting.

“Hey, disappointments,” you joked back to them. “Okay, Julie, I know you don’t want me to ask, but have you figured out what you’re gonna do today?”

“I’ll know in the moment.” The frizzy-haired girl fiddled with her bracelets as she spoke, the only clue that she was nervous for her proformance later.

“Really, Jules? That’s all your giving us? Mrs. Harrison said-” Flynn was cut off from scolding one of her best friends.

“This is my last chance, I know, I was there,” Julie finished. Flynn smiled softly for a moment, but it turned to a grimace of disgust as she noticed a girl handing out flyers.

“Ugh, what is she handing out?” she questioned.

“Desperation?” you said, only half joking. Julie and Flynn snickered.

However, you put on a smile as the girl walked up to the three of you.

“Here you go. My group’s performing at the spirit rally tomorrow. I’m sure you guys have nothing better to do,” she said, her eyes sweeping over you critically as she handed the flyer to Flynn.

Flynn put on a bright, sarcastic smile. “Oh my gosh, Carrie, thanks!”

“Oh my gosh, Flynn, don’t bother coming!”

The three of you rolled your eyes at Carries retreating back. However, someone else caught Julie’s eye.

“Nick?” you asked, looking between Julie and the blond-haired boy she was staring at.

“Still?” Flynn asked. “You know they’re gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“Nick’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you’d actually have to talk to him to know that,” Flynn said with a small smile. “And only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby.”

You nodded your approval of this statement as Flynn called out “Demon!” in Carrie’s direction.

The three of you turned towards the lockers and laughed quietly.

“There’s that smile,” Flynn said, lightly poking both you and Julie’s face. “Now come on, let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

You flinched slightly as she put her arm around you, but tried not to show it.

-----

“Okay, we have one last proformance,” Mrs. Harrison called out. “Julie.”

You squeezed her hand slightly as she stood up and walked over to the piano.

She sat in silence for a moment, before saying “I’m sorry,” and running out of the room, with you and Flynn not far behind.

-----

“I’ll be back to pick you up at 5:30. Have fun at practice, Danny!” you called out after your little brother as he ran to join the baseball team. This was a daily routine for you; drop Danny off at practice, go to Julie’s to study and eat, pick up Danny, go home and endure torture.

You let your mind wander as you walked to Julie’s house, which luckily wasn’t very far from the sports fields. Walking through the front door, you let your bag fall to the ground as you went to go get something to eat.

-----

A few hours later, you were walking back to the sports fields.

“Hey, Danny,” you said once you saw him, ruffling the boy’s hair. “How was practice?”

You paid attention as best you could as he rambled on about what had happened that day, but if you were honest, you didn’t understand a thing about sports. You were just glad your brother had found something that made him happy.

You closed the front door as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake your father. You tip-toed into the kitchen to start making dinner, as you did every night.

“Olivia, is that you?” you mother asked. You winced.

“Yes, mother,” you sighed slightly, afraid to tell her that you had changed your name to Y/N.

“Hurry up and get dinner started. My feet are tired from cleaning all day.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at the excuse that was very obviously a lie, your house was a mess and you knew you would be expected to clean it later, but you didn’t want to get in trouble. So you fell into a robotic sort-of motion that you had developed as a way of hiding your emotions and thoughts from your parents.

Thirty minutes and one burnt fingertip later, dinner was ready and waiting on the table.

“Wake up, Harold, dinner is ready.” Your mother shook your father awake. You knew if you tried that, you would be slapped across the face. By both of them.

However, your father just sat up sleepily and lumbered over to the table. You stood over to the side as your family ate, not being allowed to join them.

“Goddamned roast beef is overcooked again,” he grumbled. You blinked back tears. Such a small thing shouldn’t upset you, you knew, but it did.

You endured the criticism on the meal you had worked hard to make from your mother and father for the next half-hour. Your father declared himself full and snapped his fingers at you. You whisked his plate away before taking your mother’s, too. She never ate after he finished. You took Danny’s too, but only because you knew that your parents disapproved of him still eating.

“Hey,” your father said, his voice already low and dangerous. “Give your brother back his plate. He wasn’t finished yet.”

You set the plate back down, nodding and shaking slightly. “My apologies, father.”

“Don’t appologize to your father, appologize to your brother!” your mother exclaimed, grabbing Danny’s hand from across the table and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s okay, really, I was done,” he hurried to say.

Your mother frowned at him. “Are you sure, darling?”

He nodded.

“Well, okay then…” she said, still frowning slightly. “You may be excused.”

He ran off to his room. You took his plate.

Heading back to the kitchen with a small sigh, you started making a meal for yourself out of what was left, leaving enough so that your family would have leftovers.

You ate silently, thinking about how nice it would be to have a caring family. Of course, Danny cared, but he was too young to stand up to your parents, and you never wanted him to have to. You would protect that boy at all costs.

Holding in a sigh, you cleaned up from dinner, and then pulled out the duster to start to clean the house. You were stopped, however, by your mother.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I- I’m cleaning the house…”

“Didn’t you hear me say earlier that I cleaned it? Are you insulting my cleaning job?”

“N-no, I-”

“You what?” Without waiting for an answer, she slapped you across the face. You struggled to remain emotionless; your face stung.

You thought it was over, but then your father joined in.

“What’s this Jennifer? Is Olivia insulting your hard work?”

“It’s Y/N…” you muttered quietly. Your father overheard and put his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“As long as you’re living under my roof it will always be Olivia. And even if you could change your name, that doesn’t change your gender, freak,” he spat.

“I know,” you whispered.

He slapped you.

“Don’t talk back to me.”

Blinking back tears, you stood still as they walked away. Eventually, you remembered the duster in your hand. Placing it back on the shelf, you walked back up to your room, hoping you would be able to escape them for the rest of the night.

-----

The next morning as you and Danny were walking to Julie’s house to go to school, you heard something you hadn’t heard in a long time: music. Julie was singing.

“Wake up, wake up, if it’s all you do, look out, look inside of you, it’s not what you lost, it’s what you’ll gain raising your voice to the rain.” You smiled. It had been so long since you last heard her voice, and her music was a gift to the world.

You walked into the studio alone, Danny having gone to talk to Carlos. Julie looked up with small tears in her eyes, seeing you standing there, smiling. She smiled back.

“It’s so nice to hear you play again.”

Julie smiled wider. “Thanks.”

Just then, Flynn burst in.

“Carlos told me you’d be out here. We need to talk.” She crossed the room to where the two of you stood by the piano.

“Are you okay?” you asked, noticing the tears running down her face.

“No, I’m not okay! One of my best friends just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was gonna say. Might’ve drank seven sodas, but I need to get this out.”

“Wait, I have something to tell you-”

“No. It’s my turn to talk.” Flynn took a deep breath. “You can’t give up music. You’re music’s like a gift, that would be a tragedy. So you’re basically, like, cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!”

“Flynn-” you started to say, but she cut you off.

“Uh-uh! I don’t know why you’re siding with her, Y/N. I know you like hearing her play.”

You knew Flynn didn’t mean to hurt you, but her words stung a little. You nodded once and retreated back into yourself slightly. Flynn was too emotional (and sleep deprived) to notice.

“When we were six, we promised to be in a band together. Double Trouble!”

“I never agreed to that name,” Julie said, laughing slightly.

“That’s not the point. Jules, if you leave the music program, we’ll be apart forever. That’s just what happens. Sure, we’ll see each other in the hall sometimes, but we’ll have different lives, make new friends…” Flynn said the last part quieter. You could tell she hated the thought of losing one of her best friends.

“That’s not true,” Julie reassured her, but Flynn wasn’t finished.

“You’re right. I won’t be making any new friends. I’ll only have Y/N, and they’re amazing but I’d miss you Jules! And the only time we’ll contact each other is when we’re liking each other’s posts on Instagram. Every time I’ll be hitting that little heart, my heart will be breaking because one of my best friend’s left me, and… do you have any soda? My head hurts.”

“Can I talk now?” Julie asked tentatively.

“Fine.”

“I just played the piano and sang again. Y/N can confirm it.” You nodded when Flynn looked at you excitedly.

“What? Why didn’t you just say so?” She asked, practically bouncing with joy.

“She was trying to, but then your seven soda’s kicked in,” you answered with a small laugh.

Flynn was grinning from ear to ear now. “I’m so happy for you! And me! And Y/N!”

You all hugged, but Flynn pulled away quickly, gasping. “We need to tell Mrs. Harrison that you can play so you can stay in school and my life won’t be that sad picture I just painted for you!”

You giggled as Flynn put her arms around both of you. “Y/N, our girl’s back. Double Trouble lives again!”

“Still not our band name,” giggled Julie.

-----

“Did you end up getting back into the music program?” you asked Julie at the end of your study session for the day. She looked down at her shoes, and you knew what the answer would be before she said it:

“No. No I didn’t.”

You tried not to look too disappointed for her sake. “Oh. I’m really sorry, Jules.”

“It’s…” she sighed. “It’s okay. I can reapply next semester.”

You hugged her.

“Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you,” she said right as you were about to walk out of the door. “We decided not to move.”

Despite the news that one of your best friends was no longer in the music program, a smile lit up your face. “That’s great!” you said, pulling her in for another quick hug. Then you walked out the door, not wanting to be late to pick up Danny.

-----

“Check it out, yeah we make ‘em say Wow!” Carrie bowed as her band, Dirty Candi, finished their dance number. You were at the spirit rally, saving a seat for Julie and Flynn, who were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly Flynn plopped down beside you.

“Oh hey, where were you?” you asked the girl.

She tried to blow a piece of hair out of her face, frowning slightly when it wouldn’t move. “I was in the band room. I wasn’t feeling very… spirt-y.” You both chuckled slightly.

“Where’s Jules?” You looked around for the other girl, but couldn’t see her.

As if in response to your question, music filled the gym as someone started to play the piano on the stage. You looked up to see Julie, alone on stage, with a spotlight on her.

“Sometime’s I think I’m falling down, I wanna cry, I’m calling out, for one more try, to feel alive,” she sang, her voice echoing slightly as it filled the room. You smiled, happy she was singing again.

Then suddenly, there were three boys on stage with her.

“Whoa!” Flynn exclaimed.

“Where did those boys come from?” you asked in amazement. Julie seemed a little shocked that they were there too. One of them, the lead guitarist you guessed, started singing the second verse.

“In times that I doubted myself, I felt like I needed some help,” he sang.

“Whoa, he has a really good voice,” you said, your mouth hanging open slightly.

You found yourself staring at him as the song went on. You could tell that he really enjoyed playing, and found yourself getting caught up in the music.

“And rise, through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together, bright forever!” Julie harmonized with the boys, finishing the song. You started clapping with the rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch, proud of your friend.

Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the boys were gone.

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Title: Partners {6}***

OA Zidan/Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fluff, Angst, Talk of Sex Trafficking, Plot, NSFW, SMUT,

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Summary: You’re a damn good FBI agent in your own right. It is definitely partly to do with how well you’ve been trained and partly to do with you not letting anything or anyone distract you. You have a six-year plan that you’re fast-tracking for four. After being transferred from your office in Tampa, you’ve been sent to New York, which you’ve labeled the “big leagues.” Your first day there, after being introduced to your new partner OA Zidan you realized you’ve moved out of the frying pan right into the pot of distraction. A year later and your growing attraction for your partner still hasn’t been snuffed out.

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His hand gripped the nape of your neck and squeezed. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you, but it was just enough for you to clench around him as a new gush of wetness eased his glide. Every time OA’s hips slapped against your ass, his grip would tighten then loosen as he retreated to repeat the action again and again. He knew what he was doing. This new status of your relationship was new, but he’d been paying attention to every single cue your body gave to tell him what you liked, didn’t like, and what drove you insane. When he slammed forward and rotated his hips, your reflex was to lurch forward away from him.

“Fuck,” you forcefully whispered.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was filled with concern as he began to pull out. Gripping around him, you kept him where he was.

“No, just--.”

OA bent over your back, pressing his chest onto you before he kissed your ear.

“Can’t take it?”

His voice was so damn deep and seductive. Your belly did backflips as you turned your face to the side to look at him.

“You tell me. I thought I was taking it very well,” you countered. OA’s smile was wide before he pressed his lips to yours to passionately kiss you. Just as t, you were getting into it, he pulled his lips from you and kissed a trail down your spine.

Deciding to tease him, you winded your hips against him, eliciting a satisfied “ah” from him. Peeping back at him, he had his head dropped back with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations your movement gave him. Slowly you began to move back and forth. You knew he was close. You’d paid close attention to the cues his body gave too. The veins bulging in his neck said he was really close. You sped up and forcefully crashed your ass onto him. It quickly turned into you chasing your release while trying to please him.

OA’s grip on your hips tightened, and you knew what was coming. He quickly pumped into you, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your moans got louder, and soon, you were calling his name louder and louder until your release took over. OA groaned and slammed into you with four staggered thrusts. That was when your knees gave out. OA dropped back onto the bed, taking you with him to cuddle up to your back.

“To think we almost missed out on this,” OA said before he kissed your shoulder blade.

You let his words sink in as you snuggled closer. You couldn’t get close enough.

“Was there a time when you almost--,” you paused, trying to find the word.

“Pushed you into an office or an alley and kissed you?”

You snorted. “I guess.”

“There were a few times. Do you remember the hostage case? We got the perp in integration, and you took the lead, I remember watching in the other room and the way you got into his head and flipped every single notion he had and reason he had to protect the other guy had my jaw dropped. Then when he sang like a canary, I couldn’t believe it. I went in after they’d taken him, and I was so close,” OA confessed.

“What stopped you?”

“The cameras.”

You busted out laughing with him joining in. Slowly it dawned on you what your reality was, and you got silent.

“Are you thinking about it?”

“About what?”

“You know what,” OA pressed as he kissed your neck.

He smelled so good you doubted you’d ever want to be too far from him. Even that thought had you rolling your eyes.

“Thinking about the fact that this is against every rule? Or thinking about the fact that if anyone finds out about this, then there will be consequences? Or thinking about--.”

OA rolled on top of you and pressed your hands above your head, stopping your words.

“I don’t care about the rules or the consequences.”

You didn’t know how he could even say that. He’d worked his ass off to get where he was today. He’d put up with an incredible amount of shit to be the agent he was. How could he be so ready for it to be for nothing? The way he stared at you said he saw the panic in you. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed against his hands, finding little to no resistance. You cupped his bearded jaw and brought his head to you and kissed him.

You got enveloped in the kiss and rolled onto him. You decided to focus on here and now with him. You wanted to enjoy him fully without any nagging thoughts of what reality held for you come Monday morning or even beyond. Neither of you was going to put voice to the things you knew about the dangers of you getting entangled.

You awoke to the soft sound of a sitar and the aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg, cardamom, and other spices that screamed comfort. As you stretched, you noted how sore your muscles were. You climbed out of bed and threw on your robe then walked toward the music. You had no idea what time it was, but it was still light outside. When you rounded the corner, there was OA in your kitchen in nothing but his boxer-briefs cooking up a storm.

It was a beautiful sight, one you were not accustomed to. He was the first man to grace your apartment, let alone your kitchen and bed. Slowly you let your eyes drink in every inch of his beautiful skin. He was perfect. You got lost in your thoughts and gawking over him that you didn’t realize he’d turned around and was doing some gawking of his own. OA cleared his throat loudly, bringing your eyes to his.

“Yeah, you’ve been caught.”

Embarrassment filled you as you covered your face. “No, don’t hide. Own what a pervert you are.”

You laughed loudly, then glared at him.

“Come on, the price for voyeurism is a dance.”

“Oh no, I can’t dance to this,” you protested.

“Lies. Remember when we all went to that Egyptian place, and everyone had a turn with dancing?”

You slapped yourself in the head because you did remember. You had the guts to get up and dance that night.

“You held your own. I remember those moves. Come on,” OA coaxed.

Rolling your eyes because you knew he would never let it go, you walked to him and took his outstretched hands then began moving your hips to the beat the best you could. As soon as you found your rhythm, the music picked up, and OA was leading you around the kitchen in a traditional and modern mix of an Egyptian dance. In no time, you got into it and tapped into your inner belly dancer. When OA pulled up behind you, you rolled your hips then circled them before you jerked them to the beat. The two of you dance around the kitchen together, having a great time. The song was a really good one; you couldn’t lie.

By the end of it, you and OA were laughing together while he hugged you to him.

“See, you’d fit right in. my aunts would love you.”

That sounded serious. Your eyes met, and both of you realized it then. He kissed your nose, then your forehead enhancing the intensity of the moment.

“It smells incredible. What’re you making?”

“Mm, lunch, kofta, or meat on a stick it’s a beef kabab, a red lentil soup, and Aish Baladi, which is a flatbread,” OA listed.

“Wow. You cooked all of this?”

“Yes. I can cook.”

“Wow. I had no idea. I thought in your culture it was all about finding a beautiful wife who could make all of this for you,” you teased. His adorable dimples broke out.

“Yeah. If you ask my umi, then yes, that is what a textbook good wife would be able to do. If you ask me, though, I’d like to spoil my woman.” He kissed your cheek and carried a trail to your neck.

“Oh, I bet you would.” a giggle escaped you as he nibbled your skin.

“Come on, gorgeous, let me feed you,” OA said as he walked away but not before he dropped a slap to your ass.

He gathered plates and utensils as you pried even more into the pots curiosity getting the better of you. When OA realized it, he ushered you away from the pots and put the dishes in your hands, prompting you to set the table that was in the kitchen by the window. For the next few minutes, you worked in silence, him finishing the details on lunch and you making the table presentable. It all felt so domestic and normal like it wasn’t strange that the two of you had just fallen into this situation. It felt like you’d been doing this the entire year.

OA served you filling your plate with kofta and Aish Baladi before he filled your soup bowl with lentil soup. The scents melded together so nicely that you could not wait to taste his handiwork.

“I’m so hungry.”

“I bet. What else do you expect after having sex on every inch of this place?”

Your jaw dropped at the call out. “It takes two to tango, thank you very much,” you countered. OA smiled widely. When he sat, you went for your utensils but stopped.

“We say prayer right?”

OA smiled, showcasing those enviable dimples again. “Ideally.”

“Okay, come on. Show me.”

You watched what he did and mirrored him exactly. With his hands held out palms up, he closed his eyes and said a quick prayer in Arabic that you did your best to repeat the look on his face said he was impressed. Once he was finished, you waited for him to continue. The way he looked at you had you ready to blush.

“After you,” he insisted. You took up your kofta and bit into it, moaning as the spices hit your taste buds.

“My goodness, this is really good.”

“My mother’s recipe.”

The two of you ate and joked together like you’d done this every since day since you’d met. He told you more about his family, which included his headstrong sisters, who he worried most about constantly. As he spoke about them, you could see how much he loved them and his entire family. Your mother told you that if you were going to settle down with anyone, make sure they loved their family above everything else. It was clear he loved them this much. He asked about your family, and you told him, finding it easier to open up to him now than it had been any time before.

It was as if you thought if he didn’t know too much about you, it would keep him at a distance. Like the line would somehow be crossed if you told him about your childhood and your friends back in Miami. It was ridiculous thinking about it now, especially since you’d jumped over that line in a way that could not be ignored. You liked this side of him. He looked perfect, sitting shirtless, eating his childhood favorites, and talking about the things that made him happy. Listening to him made you happy.

When both of you’d stuffed your bellies to damn near capacity, you found yourselves in the bathtub making out like a couple of horny teenagers who’d just discovered sex. When kissing got too hot, and both of you became too flustered, OA would showcase just how good he was with his hands. He massaged every inch of you, dissolving every knot in your body. With your back to his chest and you seated between his legs, he kissed your skin and whispered nothing but the sweetest words that a girl could easily get used to.

After a bath, you sat in the living room with the intention of watching something on TV. Those intentions quickly changed. Neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. Neither of you could go longer than five minutes without giggling or making some form of contact, whether it being eye, or physical. You felt like a schoolgirl who was head over heels with the popular guy in school that was showing her she meant the world to him.

For the tenth time you tried to focus on the TV and not his scent that refused to stay on his side of the couch or the sight of his colossal thighs spread next to you. his lap looked like the perfect seat and his face like the only throne you’d ever need.

“Fuck it,” OA grunted before he pounced you, to your delight.

In seconds you both were naked yet again with your arms wrapped around his neck, and his lips fastened to yours. He kissed you with meaning like you were the beginning and the end for him. You matched him emotion for emotion, desperation for desperation. You were practically obsessed with the way he tasted, and it hadn’t even been seventy-two hours yet. As he kissed you, your hand slowly trailed down his chest and torso, pressing every slope and dip to memory. If temptation and hedonism were a person, he would be it. In a matter of minutes, OA was nestled snugly in your heat, completely filling and stretching you.

His slow and deep thrusts brought goosebumps to your skin and sucked the oxygen right out of your lungs. The soft music in the background set the perfect tone for the sultry transference you were engaged in.

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you,” OA groaned out as he thrust into you at the most torturous speed. You felt every single inch of him as he stretched you.

“Ever?”

“Ever. Uuugh, jeez!” OA rotated his hips, making you moan loudly as your back arched off the couch.

“Mmm, you drive me crazy, you know that,” OA panted before thrusting forward again stroking that part of you that instantly sparked your body to come alive in a hyperactive state of arousal, making you again arch your back. You reached out needing to touch him in some way, but with one of his hands, OA grabbed yours and pinned them to the back of the couch, trapping you.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but that one action made you want him even more than you already did. His thrust stayed at the same pace. He languidly stroked into you softly, commanding your body to do whatever he wanted. If he wanted it to overheat, all he had to do was rotate his hips to touch spots in you that you didn’t even know you had. If he wanted to steal your breath and have your soul leave your body, all he had to do was fill you to the hilt. The man knew what he was doing, and it showed in everything he did. His kisses were not kisses of an amateur. They were kisses of a grown man, a man who knew how to listen to and follow the cues of a woman’s body.

Every time you tried to move from his grip, OA stopped and waited for you to settle down. When you refused, you’d stare into his eyes, trying to convince him to let you go or speed up, but OA was in no mood to listen. His one goal seemed to be to drive you insane. OA stared down at you with his bottom lip hooked in his mouth and intense eyes penetrating you so profoundly you were sure he could see the contents of your soul. He retreated, leaving just a just the tip of his intrusion. You bucked against him, trying to get the friction you needed.

OA used his free hand to hold your waist, stopping your feeble attempts to use his body for your own pleasure, then stroke full speed ahead, sending your breasts jerking. Your gasp was loud, and the clench around him tight, so tight his groan was long. Using his weakened state against him, you pushed him to the side, flipping him to the couch. Before he regained control, you straddled, putting him right where you wanted him. You pressed your hands on his chest for brace as your body rolled through the pleasure.

“Not so strong now, huh?”

OA smiled through his pleasure, then licked his lips, tempting you more. “You found my weakness and took advantage,” he teased.

“And what weakness is that Special Agent Zidan?” You slowly rolled your hips and fought the urge to moan. He felt so good.

OA’s hands gently gripped your waist when you began taking control of his pleasure. What began as slow rolls of your hips turned into energetic circles that had no reason to them but to make him shout your name. Every so often, you slowed it down, never allowing him to predict your next move. With every roll and buck of your hips, OA’s jaw dropped more and more while his eyes rolled back further and further.

When you began bouncing on him, his curses began, but they remain strangled in his throat.

“I can’t hear you,” you teased, speeding up your bounce. Every time you dropped back onto him, you forcefully did it hard enough that a shiver rushed through you. OA’s hands moved from your waist to your hips to hold you. As soon as they squeezed, you stopped.

“Uugh, please don’t stop.”

“Keep your hands on the back of that couch, or I will leave you to finish this yourself,” you warned.

The look in his eyes screamed defiance, while the smirk on his lips said he liked this side of you. As he bit his bottom lip, he slowly removed his hands to grip the back of the couch. The way the cushion sunk underneath the pressure of his hand said he was holding it dangerously tight, showing you just how close he was to flipping you back over to show you just who was stronger.

OA slid his body a little lower, so his back was angled and neck tilted downward.

“Such a good boy,” you coaxed with a cocky smile as you began to bounce on him again only this time, starting from the beginning with slow teasing swirls of your hips. After circles, you rolled them in a figure eight; after that, you combined the two until you gradually sped up.

You loved the sounds he made. He was not shy about letting you know just how good you were making him feel. Every change you made, his back arched. Every time you clenched around him, his grip tightened, sending all the veins in his arms bulging.

“What is your weakness, Omar?”

The clench in his jaw said he liked the way you said his name. In truth, you liked the way it felt. Swirling your hips against him, you expected him to cave—he did not.

“Won’t tell me?”

OA bit his bottom lip and dropped his head back, giving you perfect access to his neck. Hovering over his chest, you licked across his Adam’s apple along his skin, collecting the droplets of sweat that littered his skin. Once at his neck, you bit the flesh and sucked it into your mouth. OA groaned again before he brought his head back down to capture your lips and claim them as his. From the beginning, the kiss was erotic and blazing hot. Your tongues danced together; when yours twisted around his, he sucked on yours controlling who had the power. You’d always suspected he was a tease, and he was showing you just how much of one he was. His kisses did what they always did, made you dizzy, and distracted, making you almost forget what you were trying to do—almost.

You quickly pulled away from him and went to his ear. “Nice try. My interrogation practices are undefeated,” you whispered before you gently nibbled his ear. You intended to slip away, but OA was quicker. He pulled you to him and kissed you stupid, stepping his game all the way up. You were so open for him that you didn’t care who took control.

“You forget who I am,” OA gruffly spoke with your faces mere centimeters from each other.

“And you seem to not know who I am,” you countered, clenching around him again. OA sucked in a sharp breath as his eyebrows knitted together. “Put them back,” you ordered drunk off the power you possessed. You knew if he genuinely wanted to, he could have flipped you onto the couch and had you screaming “fuck me” in the six languages you were conversational in.

OA groaned but didn’t obey right away; instead, he nudged his hips up, thrusting into you to remind you just how good he could make you feel. One thrust was more than tempting enough to give in, but you didn’t become who you were by caving at the first sign of pressure. OA’s smile was playful as he put his hands back onto the back of the couch.

Fully drunk off of the power you held, you got lost in the music playing and teased him mercilessly. OA’s eyes never left you and your body. He watched you as if you were the best show he’d ever seen. You knew what he wanted without him saying a word. When he wanted you to go fast, you went slower. When his eyes pleaded with you to bounce, you bucked. After a few minutes, he looked to be on the verge of taking what he wanted to hell with you giving it. You didn’t know if you were more excited at that prospect or afraid. As you sped, you locked eyes with him.

“What’s your weakness?”

He was close to cracking, you could tell, but instead of telling you, he remained silent. You braced your hands on his torso and wildly rode him determined to make him speak. OA’s moans tumbled from him one after the other. The setting sun shone through the window and bathed your skin in its glow, highlighting the sweat that decorated your bodies. Your own orgasm was quickly creeping up on you, and you weren’t sure who would crack first. Once you thought it, OA slid further down the couch until it was just his back on the seat, and that was when his hips rose to meet you in one quick thrust.

His thrust came one after the other until he was pummeling into you. As you panted, the whine in your voice got louder and louder until you were damn near breathless. With one hand, OA gripped your hip steadying you so he controlled your body and controlled just how deeply he delivered your pounding. His other hand sank into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back just enough to tell you that you were at his mercy now.

Any control either of you possessed before was gone. Both of you were moaning and grunting at the top of your lungs, not caring who heard or who had a problem with how loud you were. The pleasure you felt was all-consuming and maddening all at the same time. You frantically chased your release just as fiercely as OA chased his.

“You!” OA’s shout was sudden. “You’re my weakness, Y/N. You make me weak,” he confessed in a rush.

No words had ever held more power than those from him to you. You bucked against him in no coherent fashion, as if you were riding a mechanical bull. He met your movements with his own penetrating thrusts, which only propelled you more forcefully into the orgasmic cloud that was so close to you.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Ignoring the faint sound, you remained in the bubble of sensual pleasure the two of you were wrapped in. The knocking persisted and even got louder. Soon it was too loud to ignore; your body fell out of sync with his, and your movements staggered and clashed with his. OA’s frustration was evident with his loud grunt.

“Hold that thought,” you panted out, trying to catch your breath. You stood sliding off of his length. Glistening, it bobbed in the air between you, distracting you. OA brought his hand to it and slowly stroked himself.

“This thought?”

You smiled and fell for the trap. You slid back onto him, throwing your head back, relishing in the complicated mix of pleasure and a dull ache that only he could produce. You rocked back and forth several times, forgetting the knocks and ringing of the doorbell. You tried to focus only on him, and just when both of you were finding your synchronized stride, the doorbell obnoxiously rang back to back.

“Fuck!”

OA’s frustration over the interruption had you giggling. He shot you a warning look.

“I guarantee you won’t be laughing in a little while,” he promised before he pumped up into you, making you whimper. He didn’t stop with one stroke; he did it again and again. Just when you were going to hover over him, another knock came from the door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Both you and OA kissed your teeth in annoyance. Sighing, you stood from him and swung your leg over him, ready to find your robe. When you bent to retrieve it, OA dropped a heavy-handed slap to your ass, which had you biting your bottom lip ready to leave whoever was at the door there for however long it took for you to get yours.

“Get rid of em’—quick,” OA instructed.

You smirked, “Oh, have plans, huh?”

With a smirk of his own, he nodded, “A few and they involve several of your body parts.”

You gasped and pressed your hand to your chest. “Agent Zidan!”

OA smiled and watched you tie the robe around you before you walked from him down the hall to the door. Forgetting to look at the video feed of your front door, you opened it with a lazy smile to see Kristen.

“Kristen!”

Like cold water, your sex induced haze dissipated, leaving you wide-eyed.

“I’ve been knocking and ringing for like three minutes. What’re you doing in there?”

You pulled the door closer behind you blocking her view. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing. What’s up?” You tied to look as calm as possible. “Why’re you here?”

Kristen studied you for a few moments, then looked to your attire, and her face lit up. “Do you have a guy in there?”

“What? No. It’s nothing. I was—resting,” you lied.

“With the screams and shouts, I heard that’s doubtful.”

You pinched your lips and tried to remain collected to not give anything away.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve been trying to get in touch. Did you hear OA is okay?”

“Yeah. I saw the message briefly before I fell asleep. I’ve been trying to catch up on some sleep,” you expertly lied.

“Well, everyone’s been called to assemble at the JOC. We couldn’t reach you or OA for that matter. I said I’d come by and grab you,” Kristen informed.

“Wow, I haven’t heard from him. He’s gotta be resting after what he’s been through.”

Kristen nodded, accepting your guesses.

“Yeah. So do you wanna change?”

You grabbed the collar of the robe and nodded. “Yeah. I’m gonna grab a shower too. I’ll meet you at HQ,” you said.

“Sounds good. You should hurry, it’s Sunday, and it sounded urgent,” Kirsten finished.

“Got it! Thanks, Kristen.”

You smiled at her as she began walking away. You wanted to make sure she was actually leaving. When you were sure, you walked back into your apartment and locked the door. When you walked back into the living room, the first sight of OA still laying there with his member still out and so damn inviting had you forgetting Kristen’s words.

“You and I have very different definitions of quick,” OA teased. “Come here.” He stroked himself a few times, reigniting the flame within you that the impromptu visit had doused.

“God, you look so tempting.”

“Let me tempt you then,” OA coaxed. You whined and watched him stand and walk to you. Once before you, he easily lifted you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned when you felt his giant hands grip your ass to hold you onto him.

“We gotta go, that was Kristen, we’ve been summoned,” you informed. OA didn’t look phased.

“They can wait a little longer,” he whispered before he sheathed himself in your soaping core.

Both of you released a satisfied sigh as if there was nowhere in the world, either of you would rather be. OA took the lead and moved your body as he wished. He began slowly stroking into you, using his lower half as a wave reaching depths inside of you that had you whimpering as you held him to you. When you whimpered, he mewled. When you clenched around him, he slammed into you, holding you steady so you felt every inch of him.

It didn’t take long for either of you to be at the precipice of your undoing. You felt the wall at your back, and that was when OA hammered into you with the speed of a roadrunner. In seconds you shouted out as your orgasm overtook you and pulled you so deep in the sea of gratifying pleasure that you didn’t care if you drowned in it. Long minutes passed with both of trying to catch your breath and regain your strength. Once you did, OA brought you both to the shower, where you washed each other, trying your best not to get lost in each other yet again.

After a shower, OA dressed and reluctantly left you. It took him several attempts to get through the door, thanks to his sticky fingers trying to get you back into the bed or on the couch or even against the wall. His will was strong, and you were finding you were so corruptible when it came to him. Once he was gone, it took you some time to come down from the thirteenth cloud you were on. You kept replaying the last near forty-eight hours and everything that happened and all that you felt. Needless to say, it was challenging to get your head out of the clouds and back into professional mode.

By the time you made it to the JOC, it was almost an hour and a half since Kristen had stopped by. You did your best to hammer into your head to act as if everything was the same, and nothing had changed. When you walked into the office, you politely smiled at everyone and greeted them as you made it to your desk.

“Y/N, wonderful you were able to join us,” Isobel shouted out, acknowledging your presence. “Any idea where OA is?”

“No, no clue.”

“Here, here, sorry. I’m here,” OA called out as he pushed through everyone to show his face. You kept your eyes forward, not confident you could keep the smile off your face.

“Glad that you’re feeling well enough to join us, OA,” Isobel began. “Are you sure you don’t need more time to rest and recuperate?”

“No. I’m feeling better than ever. Saturday was just what I needed.” OA replied.

You couldn’t help but smirk then. Pressing your lips together, you tried to stop the giggle that threatened to escape. You peeped over to him to see he was also smirking.

“All right. Great work with that bomb, OA. Next time you’re feeling like being the hero, don’t we’d rather have you here with us than watching over us from the great beyond,” Jubal said. You glanced at OA and gave him a stubborn look that was a warning for the next time he wanted to be an idiot. OA smiled and nodded.

Jubal walked to the front of the JOC, where all the screens were signaling he wanted everyone’s attention. “So normally we don’t do Sundays, but this is urgent. New Dawn Bringers, otherwise known as NDB, have been found to have a connection with a serious trafficking cult that the FBI has been trying to lock down, The Rose Vortex. SVU has been running an operation. They have one of their own inside as we speak,” Jubal informed. He walked to a computer and tapped Ian on the shoulder who brought visuals on the screens before you.

“As of twelve hours ago, she’s gone quiet. We’ve also heard chatter that leadership in NDB is coming to town, and that means they need to be entertained. We have the big bosses, and we want them all,” Jubal finished.

“Okay, sounds good. What’s our play?” Jubal pointed at Kristen, acknowledging her question.

“We have an inside man who says they are getting a new shipment of eh-em, women,” Jubal added.

“What’s our in?”

Isobel and Jubal looked at each other with your question. After looking at them for a few seconds, your alarm slowly rose.

“Uh, why are you guys looking at me?”

Isobel cleared her throat and stood from her partially seated position. “You’re our in,” she announced.

OA sat up in his seat. “How?” You caught the controlling tone in his voice.

“I’ve read your file, Y/N. In Miami, you went undercover with--,” Isobel began before you cut her off.

“The Mantiago Cartel, yeah. It was a week at a sketchy—sex—club,” you slowly finished catching on.

“Yes, a well-known club that serviced that cartel. You got in with the leader and were integral in taking him down. The plan is to get you in with that shipmen to get into the cult,” Isobel informed.

“Absofuckinglutly not!”

All eyes flew to OA. No one spoke, everyone was in too much shock, you included.

“Let’s talk in my office,” Isobel coolly replied as she took a few steps in that direction.

“It doesn’t matter if we talk here or there, the answer is still no,” OA declared.

“OA!”

When he looked at you, he saw the alarm in your eyes. He took a breath and rubbed his goatee around his lips down to his beard. You stood and walked ahead to Isobel’s office. You filed in first, then Isobel, Jubal, and finally, OA. Once the door closed, Isobel was the first to speak.

“Okay, Agent Zidan, take a breath,” she cautiously began as if giving him a nonverbal reminder of who he was. “The plan is simple; Y/N will infiltrate the shipment. Once at the cult location, you will locate the SVU agent and assess the situation. Your objective is to get the bosses into a compromising position for us to bring them in and nail their asses to the wall to give us the win,” Isobel explained.

“While bringing in whatever intel you can on NDB,” Jubal added.

“No. You want her to go undercover as a trafficked sex slave, and before you tell me don’t know what’ll happen, yeah, we do. These women are kidnapped, brutally and violently broken in, then drugged up to be pimped out. There is no way we’re letting Y/N in that,” OA finalized.

“OA, we understand, but she’s had experience with this. I am confident in her ability and skill to get in, find the agent and accomplish the objective,” Isobel reasoned. “Y/N, what do you say?”

You looked between Isobel and Jubal, who waited each with different expressions on their faces. You could feel the death rays from OA beside you. When you looked at him, the look was worse than you expected. He looked at you expectantly. He expected you to say no.

“I can do it. It’s not a big deal,” assured. OA rolled his eyes, clenched his jaw, then turned his back to you.

“All right, we’ll get you up to speed. Let me say this, as a woman I know what I am asking you, I know the danger and risk this will put you in but I am one-hundred percent sure that this is not more than you are capable of,” Isobel slid in with a warm smile before she walked out of the room.

Before you could say anything to him, OA was bolting out the door too. Jubal put the files in front of you. he looked as if he had a question to ask, but instead, he nodded and patted your shoulder. “We have you, Y/N,” he said before he walked out of the office.

The next two hours passed with you drilling yourself, trying to memorize everything in the files. With your head on the task at hand, it didn’t mean that you didn’t see OA every time he stalked past the room with the sourest expression on his face. You knew he was pissed, and it bothered you. His worry wasn’t unwarranted. He was right going undercover like this was dangerous, especially seeing how dangerous and racist the NDB was that danger was increasingly greater.

When you got up to stretch your legs, you saw him at his desk. As you approached, you tried to act as normal as possible. Once beside him, you inhaled his scent, one of his favorite things.

“Think you can quiz me?”

The look he gave you was an incredulous one that said you were crazy. “No, thanks.”

“OA, come on. Let’s talk,” you whispered. OA sighed and looked around him, accessing the number of eyes on you.

“Fine.”

“Conference room at the end of the hall,” you instructed before you walked off, making a pit stop in the office to gather the files.

Once inside the conference room, you paced the room, walking around the table. Almost eight minutes passed before the door opened, and OA walked in. He stood beside the door with you, standing across the room where the projector was. You stared at each other, neither wanting to concede. At the same time, you both walked around the conference table to meet in the middle. Once before each other, you sighed when you saw the tight clench of his jaw.

“Come on, Omar.”

OA groaned and went soft. “Of course, you’d use my name at a time like this.”

“You’re being unreasonable,” you continued.

“Me? Y/N, this is a sex trafficking ring, a racist one. This is too dangerous, and you know it.”

“No, you know what I know is I've done this before. Neither is the less evil. If this were a week ago, you wouldn’t be acting like this, and you know it,” you breached.

OA sighed again and dropped his head back. “Are you saying I’m acting worried for your safety because—,” he began.

“Am I wrong?”

OA didn’t speak for almost a minute before he sat on the conference table, leaving you to stand there waiting. He rubbed his face and mumbled something that you didn’t catch.

“Yes, you’re wrong. If it were a week ago, I’d still object. I would still feel the same way I do now, about the case and you.”

You stared at each other again. He reached out and pulled you between his legs to him. “There are so many ways this can go bad, so many ways you can get hurt, and I won’t be there. I’m—I’m scared.”

Your heart melted at his admission. OA scoffed.

“I’m fucking scared, and I don’t know what to do about it. I have no control here. If it’s you and me out there, then there is some control, with this--.”

You gripped his jaw and made him look at you. “I get it,” you whispered. OA sniffled and clenched his jaw in that control freak trying to keep his impulses internal way that you’d fallen in love with. You couldn’t help but kiss him even though it was a bad idea, especially considering where you were right now. OA kissed you back, letting it remain slow and tender.

You pressed your forehead to his then sighed as you pulled back to look at him. “We can’t let our fears get in the way of the job. You know that,” you whispered. OA nodded.

“I know, I know, but you’re more than the job now, Y/N. This is more, and no matter if we wanted to just leave things unspoken or not, it is still something. Friday night meant something, Saturday meant something, a few hours ago—that meant something. You’re not just my partner anymore,” OA finished.

He was right; the dynamics of your relationship had now changed. You’d crossed a line, and professional was not what this was anymore. It was something more. Something that neither of you had discussed for whatever reasons, but you both knew you would have to have the discussion. Now was not the time, though.

“OA, this is happening. I can’t be distracted in there. I can’t have you in the back of my head worrying that you’re not okay with this, that you don’t have my back in this.”

“You’re kidding, right? Y/N, I always have your back; I will always have your back. Yeah, I don’t agree with this op, and I wish that you would reconsider, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have your back with it. Your back, my back, we got that.”

You nodded and dropped your forehead to his chest to release a relieved breath. You desperately needed to hear those words, and you hadn’t realized how desperately until now. OA kissed the top of your head.

“I’m going to do whatever necessary to make sure you come home to me. Whatever it takes,” OA finished.

You locked eyes with him seeing the vehemence of his declaration radiating from them.

For the next hour, OA drilled you on the contents of the folder and helped you do what he did best, get your head in the game.

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Jealous boyfriend Sehun!

Genre: fluff with a very little hint of angst

Note: Hello!! I'm back with a new content. I've had this story in my mind for a while now but I haven't had the time to write it. Hope y'all will like it. Any similarity with other stories is purely coincidental. Enjoy reading! ♡

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It was one of those early mornings that you woke up hearing voices of other people in your house. You turned around to look at the guy beside you who was embracing your waist. Sehun was still peacefully asleep. You smiled as you brushed some of the frills of his hair and kissed the tip of his nose oh so lightly so not to disturb him before getting up from bed.

You washed up before going downstairs to check and see who your early visitors were. You then saw Jaehyun, Mark, and Johnny with your brother fussing over something in the kitchen. These guys had been friends with both of your siblings for more than 5 years now and along those years, you became close to them too. Having them around the house before 7 in the morning is nothing new anymore.

Mark looked over your way when he noticed you, "Morning, y/n!" and the rest of the guys started greeting you too.

"Good morning, guys! What's brewing?" you chuckled.

"That's actually the problem. We can't decide," Johnny laughed.

"Okay hang on. I'm gonna help," you said as you laughed at how these guys were really having a hard time thinking of what to cook for breakfast.

You suggested to have a simple breakfast -- garlic fried rice, scrambled eggs, hotdogs and sausages, corned beef, hashbrown, and coffee. All of you started working in the kitchen with Johnny and Mark teaming up with your brother, and Jaehyun was left with you. While busily cooking, you and Jaehyun managed to catch up and his performance of the song 'A Whole New World' was brought up. You were too ecstatic to talk about that with him. That song was one of your most favorite disney songs and his version was actually so good that you did nothing but to praise him. Jaehyun couldn't help but smile at everything you're telling him. You asked him if he could sing a few lines so that you could hear it live.

"I can sing the entire song, but you have to sing it with me. Deal?" he smiled.

"Aish deal," you laughed.

He started singing as he continued with his task of preparing the hashbrowns, "~ I can show you the world, shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me princess now when did you last let your heart decide? I can open your eyes. Take you wonder by wonder over, sideways, and under on a magic carpet ride.. A whole you new world, a new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us no or where to go or say we're only dreaming.." he looked at you to tell you it's your turn now.

You then began with your part, "~ A whole new world, a dazzling place I never knew..." you weren't bad in singing though. You loved singing ever since you were a kid, and having an ear for good music, it amazes you every single time you hear and listen to great singers that's why you were really amazed by Jaehyun's version of that song.

Meanwhile, Sehun who was in your room woke up already. He was looking for you beside him but you weren't there. He heard voices so he washed up and headed downstairs. On his way, he already heard you singing. He smiled, he loved your voice so much. Then there was Jaehyun's voice which he could recognize as he was also friends with them. He couldn't deny that your voices blended well. When he was nearby and about to approach the both of you, the song ended and you were laughing along with Jaehyun. As Jaehyun continued praising your voice, two arms had slipped around your waist and someone from behind hugged you and burried his head onto your neck.

"Hmm good morning, babe. Already hungy?" you greeted him as you caressed his hair.

"Not yet, babe. Go on, don't mind me. I was just looking for you," Sehun said while his head remained buried onto your neck.

Jaehyun felt a bit awkward, he knew that you and Sehun had been dating for years now but it was the first time that he witnessed you both this cuddly. He felt like he needed to excuse himself to give you and Sehun your personal time and space.

"Uhm these hashbrowns are good now, I'll go check on the others," he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

You and Sehun remained in that position.

"You still sleepy?" you asked Sehun as you turned to face him.

His arms were still embracing your waist, "A bit. You left the bed early, I couldn't get back to sleep when I realized you were not beside me," he said with a pout before proceeding to fully hug you as he placed his head on your shoulders.

You chuckled and caressed his hair, "I'm sorry. I just decided not to disturb you earlier since you're still sleeping soundly. Come on, let's eat? I'll prepare your coffee," you smiled at him when he looked at you with a pout still visible on his face.

"You better," Sehun wasn't much of a fan of coffee but the one you make him always had him craving for it.

A few days after, Sehun and Chanyeol had a recording in the studio. You decided to give him a surprise visit. As you were on the doorway, you peeked carefully and saw Sehun inside and heard him trying to sing 'A Whole New World.' You softened and felt a hard tug in your heart. You thought of how much you love this man. You stayed by the door for a while and continued watching him practice singing the song. A few minutes more and you couldn't take it.

"Se?" you called him. It was obvious that he was a bit shocked seeing you there.

"Babe! Why didn't you tell me you're coming?" he kissed your cheek.

You smiled at him, "It won't be a surprise if I did right?"

"Have you been here for a while?"

You nodded at him and your smile got bigger, "I heard you singing." He looked down.

You panicked when you saw him looking sad, "Hey what's wrong?" you held his cheek. He then held your hand and led you inside.

When you were both seated, he looked into your eyes while still holding your hand.

"Do I sound bad?"

"What? No! Where's that coming from?" you were so surprised by what he was saying.

"I just thought so. I couldn't pronounce every thing clearly."

"Babe, you don't know how much I wanted to run and hug you immediately when I heard you earlier. You sound so good! Good enough for me to fall in love with you more," you comforted him "and what are you talking about that you can't pronounce every thing clearly? Excuse me, are you questioning your girlfriend's skill of knowing how to decipher which music is good and which is not?" with that he smiled.

You scooted closer to his side and hugged him. "Babe, please don't be sad. It's killing me."

"What do you think of my english?"

"Good, you sound sexier." he chuckled and made you look at him.

"Y/n, I'm serious."

"But it's true!" you pouted.

"From 1-10, rate it."

"10."

"Babe."

"Oh Sehun, I'm telling you it's 10! English is my second language. And if you're thinking it's biased just because you are my boyfriend, no. You really improved because you've been practicing with me all the time."

"What about Jaehyun's english?"

"What?"

"Jaehyun's english, rate it."

"Jaehyun's of course is 10 because he had lived in the States for years and he learned really well there. Wait.." realization started hitting you.

"Were you jealous of Jaehyun the other day?" Sehun tried to smile cutely at you.

"Oh Sehun??? Is that why your backhug was extra cuddly?" you accused him.

"Hey, I always hug you that way!" he defended.

"But not when face to face with people," you couldn't help but find it amusing, "the go on and don't mind me part, you purposely did that so he'd feel awkward and leave, didn't you?" you were now grinning at him.

Sehun wasn't able to do anything but smile shyly and just hug you to hide his face on your shoulders.

You were chuckling at him now. "I couldn't help it. When I witnessed how you both sing so good together, I just wanted to be there and show him you're mine. That's why I also wanted to learn and perfect the song. I wanna sing it with you."

You held his face and looked through his eyes, "I'll sing it with you no matter what. If you feel like you haven't perfected it yet, I'll be here to practice with you. Though babe I swear, it's perfect already."

Sehun smiled and kissed you on the lips, "I love you."

You smiled back, placed your arms around his neck, "I know, and I love you too."

He kissed you again, this time with more passion. Sehun guided you to sit on his lap without breaking the kiss. One of his hand was supporting your back and the other was placed on your hips. The kiss was becoming a bit heated when someone barged into the room.

"Aaaahh my innocent eyes!" Chanyeol shouted and covered his eyes.

Sehun laughed while you hit his arm and hid yourself onto his chest.

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Defense Films Names His Top 5 Favorite Rappers

In All It’s Infinite Glory And Magnanimity, Defense Gives You His Top 5 Favorite Rappers.

5. 50 Cent

To this day, when you need a playlist for a MMA class and the group is hella diverse, you’re not really sure which way to go with it, pop in that 50. Can’t go wrong with Get Rich Or Die Trying (the original), or even that G-Unit Beg For Mercy.

That run from late 2002-2005/06 was unlike anything you’ll ever see again. That was a perfect situation where there was organic support from fans and there were people at a business level, mainly 50, that knew how to turn it into the wave that it became and industry has been trying to replicate this ever since.

While most people remember is the numerous scandals, beefs and controversies of that time but it was the music that moved the audience. For all the ways 50 Cent’s success mirrors ruthless American capitalism, his debut album is low key one of the most inspiring albums you’ll ever listen to.

It’s a foxhole mentality on wax. It’s me-versus-you type thinking. It’s someone has to lose and I’ll be damned. It’s who ever has to get hit, is gonna get hit.

See the first time I listened to it, it was about “In Da Club”, “Wanksta”, you know the more palatable records that got on radio and all that but the more I listened the more I realized, it was actually built on the backs of songs like “Patiently Waiting”, “Many Men”, “Back Down”, “Don’t Push Me” and “Gotta Make It To Heaven”. On one side it’s as motivational as you can think of but it’s not the wacky kind of naivé motivational talk because it’s willing to get it’s hands dirty and go in to much grittier ideas.

Like his predecessors, 50 pulls off the trick of balancing easy-to-listen-to records on a foundation of graphic and aggressive songs.

Recommended Songs: Maybe We Crazy, When It Rains It Pours

4. Jedi Mind Tricks

I’ll give you props if you know who these man are but they are legends. Point blank. Violent By Design will forever rank as one of the great group albums in hip-hop history. Vinny Paz, Jus Allah and producer/DJ Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind, gave hip-hop a shockwave they weren’t ready for, especially back in 1999.

Hip-hop as a business wasn’t ready to market a group, whose themes were rooted in topics like government control, military warfare, covert control tactics, religion and psychological warfare. To have all that in one bundle wasn’t something that big time A&R’s were ready for.

Had they started this group in 2010, they would have walked in to a business landscape that was far more suitable to who they were as an act and as MC’s.

Even with that JMT still enjoyed a lot of notoriety and they definitely succeeded in establishing their following, despite the odds.

While Violent By Design may serve as the magnum opus of their body of work, their run really starts in 1997 with the Psycho-Social, Biological & Electro-Magnetic Manipulation Of Human Kind.

Yes guy, that’s an album title. You gotta think now, I was in high school the first time I heard this and I was very into conspiracy theories and nonsense, so this album hit me right between the eyes. The idea that someone could use the medium of hip-hop in this way was crazy and the album would have been more than 10 years old when I first heard it.

No, the hip-hop historians among us will argue that Wu-Tang were a better and more influential group and I’d tend to agree, I can also bust back and say, “these dudes took Wu-Tang’s formula and gave it a whole different edge.”

I’ll break it to you like this, Wu-Tang gave the world swordsmanship and the first projectile weapons like bow and arrows, spears and the likes. Jedi Mind Tricks gave the world gun powder, advanced modern explosives and semi-automatics. You see what I mean?

Recommended Songs: Untitled, Retaliation Remix

3. Jay-Z

No top rappers list is complete without my man. The only reason he ain’t higher is because, I rate a rapper more highly if they’re in the prime of their musical abilities. If this were an all-time list he’d be way way higher.

Beginning with Reasonable Doubt is really the only place to start when it comes to Jay. The production, the skits, the way every sentence was so tightly wound together, the word selection and sentence construction. It’s remembered as an album of hits because of tracks like “Cant Knock The Hustle”, ”Feelin It” and “Brooklyn’s Finest” but Reasonable Doubt was really defined by “Dead Presidents”, “D’evils”, “Politics As Usual” and “Can I Live”.

The first batch of songs gave the album some relatability, as far as depicting club vibes and nightlife glamour because that second batch of songs were all built on darker themes like betrayal, jealousy, greed, blind ambition and deception. That combination of themes as well as the production to match each one is why that album will always rank high among a certain listenership.

With that being said, never make the mistake of thinking Jay or any man is perfect. There’s like a 3 album run where there’s moments of dope-ness but not a truly complete album.

Still with that, songs like “Imaginary Player” and “Where I’m From” will rank among his best songs.

It’s only when you get to The Blueprint can you start to see Jay perfecting the art of crafting, whole, complete albums that bump from start to finish. The Blueprint was near perfection in this regard. “U Don’t Know”, “Heart Of The City” and “Momma Loves Me” will rank as his best efforts and yeah, I skipped a few.

The Black Album replicated the Blueprint’s listenability, while also dealing in topics that created an album that sounded very personal to Jay.

All told, the best parts of his catalogue are so strong that there is no denying his place on my list.

Recommended Songs: Dead Presidents, I Love The Dough

2. Action Bronson

I cannot for the life of me fathom how this man doesn’t get the love but the real ones know.

The mixtape download era (2010-2017 give or take), had many unlikely success stories. An overweight white guy, who grew up cooking in his parents deli/eatery, turned pro-chef then turned rapper, is beyond unlikely. Only the internet could allow this man to succeed and thank the hip-hop gods it did.

From 2012 to about 2018, Action was one of the only constants in my playlist. I still remember where I was the first time I heard “Brunch”. His catalogue starting with the Tommy Mas produced, Dr Lecter and boasting full collaborations albums along side Statik Selektah and the Alchemist, and of course the classic Blue Chips series. This man’s prime will be underrated.

If you’re going to take one chapter of Bronson’s art and study it, it’s going to be Blue Chips 1 and 2. Both are thematically perfect without ever trying to be. Which is what allowed Party Supplies to make production choices that grabbed you from the jump. From the first time you hit play on the opening of Blue Chips 1, you’re hit with the sound of falling shards of glass and a violin sound that makes the opening song un-skippable. The songs themes are also a perfect introduction to the man himself. Debauchery, expensive taste, hedonism, revelry, unabashed pleasure-seeking, drug use and just enough self-depreciation that you felt you were along for the ride rather than just a fly on the wall, turning your nose in disgust. It was a perfect mixtape, at a time when mixtapes were at a crazy dumb high standard.

It’s not so much that a rapper made punchlines about food, that would be an over-simplification and really missing the trick. It’s that he made everything he said sound like the dopest thing ever and the most underrated trick about his music is that he made grown man rap without needing to be thuggin’. A rare feat.

Bronson has since gone on to establish himself as a content creator/producer/food review guy but man, what he accomplished as a complete body of work is nothing short of astonishing.

Recommended Songs: Midget Cough, Bonzai

1. Headie One

So it’s late last year. I’m hanging with my boy Phil and Brown, we had just finished some content and Phil says “yo listen to this”. He proceeds to play Golden Boot and it hasn’t stopped bumping since.

A UK rapper with a lyrical nous and wit that rivals even legends like Jay-Z, but rapping over trap and drill beats. What Headie One is doing is not the norm and I’m talking in terms of his lyrics, sentence construction, word selection, metaphors, he does it all and like all the greats, he makes it look easy.

His collaboration with RV definitely helped mold him, with both the “Sticks and Stones” and “Drillers and Trappers” mixtapes giving you an idea of what Headie offers as a lyricist. He compliments RV’s brash, aggressive boasts with slightly less obvious but incredibly witty boasts of his own.

His discography though really starts to peak with 2018′s “The One”. That’s where Headie begins find a sweet spot between his lyrics, production and the themes of his songs. A mixtape like this can only exist via independent release because outside of the aforementioned “Golden Boot”, ain’t none of those songs getting any radio play especially in a country as “conservative” as England. Even in a genre saturated with gangsta/trap, “The One” stands out for what he accomplishes lyrically.

Headie would follow that by releasing “The One Two” in June of 2018 and he ascends even more in what he’s able to accomplish with the words.

The track “Banter On Me” should be in an all-time list somewhere for being the wittiest track of all time. The song is literally just Headie finding new and innovative ways to boast, call out and bait his foes. Hip-hop/Rap has plenty of beef songs that weren’t really direct call outs to any known public figure but were still definitely taking shots at someone. 50 cent’s “Wanksta” and “Officer Down” are some examples of such songs I can think of. Those did not really have the kind of wit Headie displays here. The constant streams of alliterations, double meanings, puns, metaphors, inferences and innuendos is just astonishing. There’s a real mastery of language at play here. The song is a lesson in language, no textbooks.

Headie has since released his debut album along with additional tracks for the delux version of the album. His debut studio release “Edna” does what studio releases are supposed to do. “Parle-Vouz Anglais” and “Aint It Different” will standout and are difinitely the most palatable songs as far as radio play. Those are the 2 songs I’d play for first time listeners.

Recommended Songs: Hard To Believe, Dues, Zodiac

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janedrakey131 · 4 years

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zukka hp au part 5

I’m so flattered people like this au. I didn’t think I’d be posting again so soon, but I had some more ideas last night. If you’d like to catch up:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

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My brief, very long, not at all fleshed out plan based roughly on what year Sokka is in and other associated events:

First year

Sokka’s first year is boring

He meets Zuko, makes some friends in his house, probably a bunch of OCs

He finds the kitchens on day 2

Hogwarts just hires people who like to cook, who cares whether they’re magical beings or humans or whatever, there’s all sorts of really cool kitchen magic though

He’s always asking questions in class and you can tell why he’s a Ravenclaw

He wants to learn about everything

And once he knows how to do more than shoot a few sparks, he’s going to start inventing

He’s going to do some truly awesome things with transfiguration and potions

And I can’t wait for him to start arithmancy

Like let me tell you, Sokka is a genius, and he’s probably going to be the only one who understands magical theory

This just ended up being a rant about Sokka, so moving on

Second year

The fun starts

Katara and Aang are finally here

Sokka doesn’t know Aang is the avatar

I’m very tempted to have both Katara and Aang be in Hufflepuff

And they run into Sokka in the kitchens

He does a double take, like who is this boy with my sister??

But Aang’s a sweet kid

So Sokka is immediately like we’re bros now, I don’t make the rules

Iroh starts working at Hogwarts (sorry, I changed my mind from herbology) as the potions professor

He comes in on the train with Zuko who just got banished (I actually...might change the specifics)

Sokka doesn’t know what to make of that

Azula is also skulking around annoying Zuzu

But I think she secretly cares a bit and threatens anyone that looks at his scar wrong, because Zuko helped her a lot with some stuff

I think she’s going to be in the same year as Katara and Aang? I’m not sure

I have plans for Azula

I think Mai and Ty Lee are going to be in Zuko’s year, but closer to Azula

Mai and Zuko will date at some point

I think Mai will end up with Ty Lee

But she and Zuko had a short relationship

I think it was more expected of them by their families that they date

But they’re good friends now

I’m not doing this betraying and cheating and hurting other characters to find out who you are thing

Everyone is having wholesome relationships that just don’t work out

(Sidenote, I’m changing things, and characters might end up a bit OOC for atla, and I’m really sorry, but this is just wish fulfillment for me)

Anyway, there’s a plot to find the avatar

The mini gaang (toph isn’t here yet) learn the prophecy (still working on it)

Third year

They find out about Sokka and Katara’s mom

I don’t think Hakoda really knows what happened either. I don’t think he was in the country at the time

I also have some ideas for the water tribe/fire nation beef, but I just made the realization that if I spell everything out in these posts, what’s the point of writing for Ao3 XD

But spoilers, it’s going to be pretty angsty

But I like happy endings, so I may find a way to fix it

Ish

I have this whole idea that if Suki or the Kyoshi are also werewolves, they have really cool rituals to respect and honor the moon spirit and that allows them the ability to turn into wolves whenever they want and not just the full moon

So other people can also be born as werewolves, but different groups have different ways of being a werewolf

Also, I believe I said Zuko starts following Suki around thinking she’s the avatar

And then Sokka decides to fake being the avatar (I completely forgot when I said this would happen, so I’m assuming it’s this year or the next)

This is about when Sokka’s letters to Hakoda start going on about Zuko’s everything even more

Fourth year

Zuko (Zuko’s fifth year) witnesses something unspeakable

Sokka is kidnapped

Zuko saves Sokka

That’s all the detail I have on this XD

But the unspeakable thing and the kidnapping are going to be this year’s mystery

Zuko, the idiot, still thinks Sokka is the avatar at this point

Aang is like no

But doesn’t bother to say he is

So Zuko thinks Katara is the avatar for a hot sec

But has some nonsense logic that there’s no need to stop following Sokka, because if he or his sister are the avatar, of the two, Sokka’s more likely to give something away

Which okay, Zuko, not actually terrible reasoning, except Sokka’s been leading you around by the nose for ages

There’s none of this the avatar rotates which element they can use

Because that’s predictable

And half the fun is that Zuko is trying his best, but has zero clues

Fifth year

This is the big question

I’m not sure what to do with this year

I hope Sokka can start inventing

I want him to make some cool shit

There won’t be an equivalent of the DA as far as I can see :( I can’t figure out how I’d structure that

I think it would be really cool to see them all learning how to use their elemental magic though

Toph and Zuko don’t really need the help

Katara and Aang have always had to deal with all the crap going on, so they haven’t had much time for it

I’m wondering if I should bring in Paku

Aang has it rough, because air magic users are really rare now

So I think he might work with Iroh, because he’s studied other styles of magic extensively

Sixth year

I think Mai had to figure out she was bi

I truly think Zuko doesn’t have time for gender

For like five years, he’s like DO YOU KNOW WHO THE AVATAR IS and if you don’t, he’s already forgotten who you are

So my headcanon is that he’s pan and when he and Sokka eventually get together, Sokka doesn’t know anything about his orientation and just knows he dated Mai, so he’s like “are you cool with me being a dude? Sorry, I just know you’ve dated Mai, so just checking haha?”

And Zuko’s so done with all the random crap he’s dealt with that he’s like “wow, you have a dick? Congratulations”

But then realizes Sokka’s actually concerned and talks it out

Anyway, everyone’s leveled up now, we’re all masters at elemental and non-elemental magic (seriously, Sokka could’ve sat for his NEWTs last year if he wanted to. He’s that far ahead and magic is that intuitive for him)

I have no idea what will happen this year lol

I kind of want an invasion of Hogwarts, I know I’ve been trying not to just blindly follow the books completely :/ So I guess we’ll see?

I’ll have to work on that

I’m such a sucker for the villain waits until the end of the school year to attack

Because it’s so dumb

Like I will find the avatar! *shakes fist* But education is important, kids

Like okay, Sozin

Maybe I can have Roku finally escape that mirror

I kind of want the past avatars to be spirits that anyone can interact with

But most people don’t know how

So the Kyoshi can interact with Avatar Kyoshi as well as other relevant spirits

Seventh year

????

The plot?? Who knows yet

I do know that Zuko’s graduated

And they’re all crying and like wtf do we do now

Because Sozin’s still around and they’ll miss him

And finally Zuko leaves

And he shows up as the assistant DADA professor and he’s like “Hi, Zuko here” and then he’s like “I mean, fuck, Professor Zuko, I mean, fuck...just call me Zuko. You guys all know me”

And the gaang is all like wtf Zuko, we thought we would only see you for breaks

And he’s like you really thought I’d leave you

The plan is that he’ll be an apprentice for a year or so and then take over as professor

Toph punches him so hard, Katara has to heal the bruise

I can guarantee a happy ending

I’ll do whatever angst on the way, but they’ll all be happy

I’m like 89% sure they’re all going to end up working at or around Hogwarts (why work for the government, when you can invest in teaching all these talented kids)

One more thing, there is going to be rep in this au. I know there’s at least one aro ace character. Multiple bi characters. One gay character. One pan character. One trans character that I know of, but I need to plan that out a bit more. Some of these orientations and identities, I can’t speak to personally. For instance, while I know a decent amount about the medical aspects of transitioning, I don’t think I’d be able to write the experience of gender dysphoria and give that its due right now. So unless it’s something I have first hand experience with, most of the individual emotions as part of figuring things out might happen off screen. That doesn’t mean I won’t bring up issues the characters may have had in the past, but any that I talk about, I’d have to do more research into first. Also, partly because this is mostly from Sokka and Zuko’s perspectives, we’re mostly going to be present for what other characters tell them about their experiences

I hope you continue to enjoy this au! Sorry, this got so insanely long. The next couple weeks are going to be a bit crazy for me, so I thought I’d write this up while I had the chance. I’ll be back soon though! If anyone has any suggestions or questions, please let me know :)

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Suptober20: Day 27: Banquet

wc: 1700

It’s going to be the burger to end all burgers. It’s going to be the burger to RULE all burgers. He’s the King of Burgers; it was meant to be.

Dean hadn’t been able to focus on his classes all day because he was too preoccupied with plans for a cook-off that he had somehow let himself be roped into. As a college kid, he prided himself on his excellent cooking skills, especially since most of the guys around his age tended to live off of microwave meals 5 days a week and takeout on the weekends. Like really? They were seniors in college, time to learn how to use a stove and if you’re lucky enough to be renting a house like Dean is, maybe even a grill!

Dean knew he excelled at grilling, He used to watch his dad tend to burgers, hot dogs, ribs, anything. He was all too eager to learn once he hit high school and his dad finally trusted him to not burn the house back deck while grilling a patty.

That was why Dean was going to absolutely demolish Benny at their cook-off.

Dean was sharing a rental house with Benny, Castiel, and some random lucky freshman who got randomly assigned to their empty bedroom. Thankfully, Jack was a good kid, if a bit weird. Hell, Cas was weird too and that hadn't stopped them from being fast friends since freshman year. He met Benny at a summer job the summer before sophomore year and they made plans to live together soon after.

Also among the audience were Charlie and Jo, two of the best gals Dean ever had the luck of meeting.

Dean’s eyes flicked to the clock and saw the minute hand tick over to 3:00. Class was finally over! He bolted for the door and all but ran to his car parked halfway across campus. He had to get to the store asap to make sure he had time to gather all his ingredients.

An hour later and Dean was back at his house, ingredients stowed in the fridge, just waiting to be used. Dinner would be served right at 6:00, so he was planning on starting around 5:30--that way the burgers would still be nice and hot. Benny was already working in the kitchen; his meal of choice was a southern gumbo. Kind of cliche really. But who was he to talk, name something more American than a burger. Dean rolled his eyes at himself.

After finishing up some homework, the time had finally come to cook. He threw on his apron, it said “Mr. Good Lookin is Cookin” and had been a bit of a gag gift from Charlie last Christmas, but he loved it. Dean prepared 6 perfect patties and set out for the grill. Medium rare was the only valid way to eat a burger, everybody knew that. Dean couldn't help grinning with joy at hearing the sizzle of the meat first hit the grill. Benny doesn’t even know what's coming for him, Dean thought to himself.

Charlie and Jo came around the corner into the backyard just as Dean was flipping the patties.

“What up bitch!” Charlie yelled as she threw up a peace sign. Dean gave a big smile.

“Hello ladies!”

The girls laughed and came up the stairs, trying to peek at the grill and steal his spatula. He chuckled when he grabbed his trusty spatula back from Charlie. “Hey hey I need that! It’s my magic weapon.” He flourished the spatula in front of the grill with a cheeky smile and an exaggerated wink.

Jo groaned and dragged Charlie towards the door to the house, “Ugh, c’mon Charlie, before he starts talking about grill temperatures or something.” Dean watched as the girls disappeared inside, surely headed to give Benny an equally playful greeting. He shook his head and turned back to his burgers, thinking that tonight would be a proper banquet among friends. Well, without any frilly outfits, Dean thought. That made it even better.

6:00 arrived. Time for the showdown.

Dean and Benny were leaning against the opposite countertops in the kitchen, 6 arranged dishes sitting next to each. Dean gave Benny a smug look. “I’m gonna blow your gumbo all the way back to Louisiana.”

Benny rolled his eyes. “Oh you wish brother. I’ll have them all convinced to come move down south after just one sweet sweet bite.”

Dean tried his best to give a menacing look but it was tough while still wearing a silly apron, which he gathered from the snort Benny gave.

“All right!” Came a voice from the dining table-Jo. “Order up!” Dean heard excited voices break out, and could pick out the low rumbles of Cas’ voice. Dean hadn’t even seen him come in, apparently.

Dean picked up as many plates as he could carry (4, thankfully, one for each actual guest) and put on his most dazzling smile to head to the dining table. “Whoooooo’s hungry?” He called, and was greeting with the drumming of hands on the wooden table. He carefully set a plate in front of Charlie, Jo, Jack, and finally, Cas. Taking extra care at the end. Cas glanced up at him with a soft smile and a quiet “Thank you.”

Benny entered at the next moment, with a large tray to hold all four bowls of gumbo. “You all are about to taste Louisiana heaven,” he drawled. There was more pounding on the table and smiles once everyone had each dish in front of them. Dean and Benny served themselves last and finally sat at either end of the table. Cas was to Dean’s right and he had a great view of his profile. Cas suddenly turned to him.

“So Dean,” he began, “can you tell us what you’ve prepared for us today?” Dean didn’t want to look away from that piercing blue but was drawn by the eyes of the table turning to him. He cleared his throat.

“What you have is a perfect medium rare high quality beef burger, topped with cheese, bacon, a fried egg, and lettuce and tomato for you to eat at your discretion.” The condiments were already on the table and he could see Jo eying the hot sauce for some reason. “How about you, Benny?

The southerner leaned back in his seat. “Well, ladies and gents, there is so much goin’ on in this gumbo I’d be here all day telling you what's in it, but I already spent all day cookin’ it, so let’s just eat.” He finished with a slow smile and was met by whoops from the girls and a few claps from Jack.

Dean took a moment to watch everyone else enjoy their first bites. Jo and Jack started with the gumbo, Charlie and Cas went for the burger. As soon as the first bites hit tastebuds the whole table seemed to let out a groan of satisfaction. Dean beamed at that, and felt that content feeling in his chest at treating his friends right (and soon to be proving burgers are better than gumbo). His eyes landed on Cas and followed the journey of Cas’ thumb as he wiped a bit of ketchup off his lip. Dean wondered how he managed to make a ketchup smudge look good. He tuned back in to Charlie slapping a hand on his arm.

“Dean. Oh my god. This burger is changing my life. I might just kiss you.” Her eyes sparkled and Dean laughed.

“Please don’t, that'll just be uncomfortable for all of us!” They shared a laugh and Dean returned his focus to the two options in front of him. Well, he already knew the burger was amazing, but he didn’t know about the gumbo yet. He set up a nice hefty spoonful of the stuff and down it went.

Wow. Okay, Dean had to admit Benny knew his way around a gumbo. An explosion of seasonings, chicken AND shrimp, and a hefty amount of spice to boot? Dean really couldn’t complain. He caught Benny’s eye from across the table and gave him a smirk. “It’s alright.”

Benny threw his head back in a laugh. “Brother, by the look on your face I know its better than alright.” There was a chorus of “oooo”s from the table and Dean shook his head. What was this, middle school? The feeling didn’t last too long as soon enough everyone had tried both dishes and both cooks were being heaped with praise from the four guests. Dean ate nearly as much as he could stomach but wished he had more room just so he could keep tasting such an excellent meal.

The conversation flowed and eventually everyone had eaten their fill. They each had leftovers, that was for sure. There was a lull in conversation and Cas spoke up.

“Before we pick our favorite chef for the night, we actually have one more entry to consider.” He stood up from the table and Dean tried to catch his eye to ask what the hell but he only saw a mischievous glint and Cas was gone. He looked around the table and everyone else seemed just as confused as he was.

“I thought just you two were cooking tonight.” Jack said, and tilted his head to look between Dean and Benny. Dean just shrugged in response. He had no idea what was going on here. Neither did Benny, by the raised eyebrow he was shooting Dean’s way.

Cas came back from the kitchen holding something in a round dish covered by a towel. He set it down and removed the towel with a flourish. “Ta-daa! A final entry of one apple pie.” Dean’s jaw dropped as he stared at a pie that looked absolutely heavenly. He gazed with awe at Cas, who seemed very smug with himself.

“Dude. When did you do this?” Dean asked, and everyone echoed his statement. Cas raised a hand for quiet.

“I made it at my brothers apartment today. I wanted to keep is a surprise so I knew I couldn't make it here. I kept it in the oven really low for a bit so it would still be warm after dinner.” Cas met Dean’s gaze almost shyly. “So...enjoy!”

Dean couldn't help but feel like the words were directed at him and his stomach gave a small flutter. Could pie make him fall for Cas?

Benny was the first one to cut a slice, everyone else quickly followed suit. Before Dean could cut himself a piece, Cas slide a plate in front of him, full of a lovely slice of pie.”Thanks, man.” Cas nodded and got another slice for himself.

The first bite hitting Dean’s tongue was incredible. He knew pies could taste good but not this good. He couldn't help the groan he let out, and he heard Charlie utter “same. This is crazy good Cas.”

Jo nodded a few times in agreement, her mouth too full to respond. Benny gave an admiring whistle. “You sure know your way around an apple pie Cas; never thought you were the type.”

Cas accepted the praise with a shy smile. “I just thought it might be fun to make one. I’m glad you’re all enjoying it.”

“Buddy,” Dean said, “enjoying it is an understatement.”

That made Cas break into a full-blown smile.

So the night went that they were all full of burger and gumbo and the most excellent pie. And it turns out with a three way tie between who made the best dish, turns out they would have to have another round a different time to narrow it down; with new dishes this time. Except Cas, it was agreed, Cas absolutely had to make the pie again.

#suptober20 #banquet #a bit of. a variation #I actually started this w few weeks ago #but now I got to finish it at the behest of a prompt #I just love pals having a good time #I did not proof read this so please be nice to my mistakes #I can edit in the morning #my writing #my words

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“They’re so weird.” You mutter to yourself after you turn off your phone. You’re about to press play on Maid Sama! when you hear a knock on your door. “Yeah Ji?”

“Yeah, yn, what the hell just happened in the groupchat.” Jihoon says as he walks into your room, holding his phone up towards your face. You raise an eyebrow at him, pushing his phone away.

“I’m doing what you asked me to.” You respond, taking a sip of your green tea. Jihoon stares at you with a shocked expression that reminds you of the pikachu meme.

“Holy shit.” Jihoon whispers and you look at him with a confused expression.

“What?”

“I just, you…” You stare at him, waiting for him to continue, only for him to cup your cheeks with his hands and smile at you.

“You LOVE me! Y/n CARE me!!” He exclaims and you roll your eyes, refusing for your smile to break through. You shake your head out of his grip and he giggles.

“Yeah, yeah. Get out of my room, I’m supposed to be resting.” You tell him and he smiles, reaching out and squeezing your cheek before heading out of your room. Right as he makes to shut your door he peeks his head in to say, “Thank you yn, it really means a lot to me.”

You glance down at your tea with a small smile, feeling proud of yourself for removing some stress from Jihoon’s shoulders. You’re also grateful that Seokmin backed down from his aggressive front when you apologized. Speaking of your prevented argument with Seokmin, you reach over and grab your phone, going onto Twitter to change your layout like you said you would.

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Staring at the last message you sent a few hours ago, Seokmin is still, quite literally, flabbergasted. You, the girl who once fought him for going through the door first instead of letting you go through, backed down from an argument. You immediately shut it down, and even apologized for the first time in the two years you’ve known each other.

Seokmin goes to his contacts and calls Jihoon, asking if he saw what happened in the groupchat. “Yeah I did Seok. I’m happy you didn’t try and pick another fight after that.” Jihoon responds and Seokmin nods. They sit in silence for a moment before he asks another question.

“Is yn still sick?” Seokmin asks, to which Jihoon responds with a tired, “Yes Seok, she’s getting better though.”

Seokmin bites his lip, thinking of whether he should bring over some food as a type of peace offering. Jihoon, some way, somehow, predicted that’s what he was thinking, so he says: “She likes kimchi jjigae and beef brisket when she’s sick. The spice helps clear her senses. I’m at the studio right now and won’t be back until late, so if you could go ahead and bring her some food that’d be great.”

Seokmin gapes at his phone after Jihoon hangs up, wondering how the hell did he know.

He looks in the direction of his fridge and sighs. He doesn’t know why he cares so much or why he’s still a bit shaken up at the fact that you apologized and backed down from what would’ve been another argument between you two. He also doesn’t know why he’s reaching into his fridge and grabbing his container of kimchi, or why he’s about to start cooking you your favorite soup.

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Seokmin doesn’t know why he’s standing in front of your door, holding a small care package with the food he made and some packets of tea. Hell, he doesn’t know why he spent an hour cooking your favorite food, but alas, here we are.

You hear a knock on the door, and you raise an eyebrow. You get up off the couch and open the door, seeing Seokmin standing there nervously.

“Uh, hi yn-” You slam the door in his face, turning around immediately so that your back is pressed against it. Your eyes are wide as you try and control your breathing, feeling absolutely blindsided at the fact that your sworn enemy is standing on the other side of this damn piece of wood.

Seokmin is also staring at the door with wide eyes, feeling a bit of anger and annoyance bubble inside of him. He thought that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of you guys getting along, but no. Hell, he made you your favorite soup as well as cooking brisket, went to the store and bought you tea, and came all the way to your apartment, just for you to slam the door in his face-

You open the door again, staring at him with really wide eyes, completely cutting him off from his internal monologue. You notice that his hair is a bit curly today, and he’s wearing his round specs, making his whole appearance seem a lot softer. He’s staring back at you with wide eyes, noticing your hair is tied back in a ponytail, and your nose is rather pink.

“I uh,” Seokmin starts, snapping out of his trance, making you break out of yours too. “I made you kimchi jjigae and beef brisket. I also got you some green tea on my way here.” Your mouth drops open and you gape at him, making him lift up a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“Is there something wrong?” He asks and you snap out of it once again, pinching your thigh for good measure.

“No there isn’t, I’m just really surprised.” You answer as Seokmin hands you the reusable bag that’s holding your food and tea. Once Seokmin’s hands are empty, he just kind of stands there awkwardly, and that’s when you come to your senses for the third time today.

“OH! Come in, let’s eat together.” You exclaim, leaving no room for him to say no because you phrased it as if it was a demand rather than a question. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He gives you a small, tentative, smile as he steps into your apartment. He takes off his shoes by your door, and heads for the dinner table. You place the bag down onto the table, and take the soup and brisket out.

“I’ll go ahead and open these, you can go get the silverware and stuff.” Seokmin offers and you nod your head, walking into your kitchen. Once you’re out of sight, Seokmin almost lets out a small sigh of relief because he’s so goddamn nervous.

“It’s okay Seok, just be nice. Talk to her.” He mutters to himself as he removes the cap from the soup, as well as the brisket. You walk back into the room, putting down a bowl and silverware in front of his seat and your own.

“Thank you for inviting me in.” Seokmin says as you both sit down and start to scoop some soup into your bowl.

“No, no, thank you for making me food. Especially my favorite food to have when I’m sick.” You tell him, taking a sip of the soup and almost groaning at the taste.

“This is so good!” You say, looking up at him with bright eyes, and Seokmin goes red in the face.

Holy shit she’s so pretty.

“Thanks yn.” He mutters, looking down at his bowl so that you don’t notice the fact that he’s a blushing mess. You smile softly, almost forgetting that he’s your sworn enemy.

“I’m just confused? Why would you do all of this for me? I thought you hated me.” Seokmin freezes, and you feel the tension rise in the room. “I-I don’t hate you yn.” He responds, taking a piece of brisket and putting it in his mouth.

“But, you’re so mean to me-”

“You’re mean to me too yn-”

“No, I know. That’s only because you’re mean to me first-”

“First? You’re usually the one who starts our petty fights-”

“Oh don’t get me started on how many arguments you’ve caused Seokmin.” You state with finality, feeling anger spread through your system as you glare at him. He looks away from you, fist clenching the chopsticks in his hand.

“God. I really thought we could start off on the right foot today, but we always fucking argue don’t we? We can never get along.” Seokmin says, chuckling darkly as he pokes his tongue into his cheek.

“This whole feud only began when you were so fucking mean to me on your first practice with the band. We argue so much because we’re both hard headed and seem to always have differing opinions.” You respond while you angrily take another sip of the kimchi jjigae. He glares at you for a moment, before letting out a defeated sigh. He shrugs his shoulders, a small grin appearing over his features, “I mean. You’re not wrong. Remember the one time we argued about which way is the right way to tie your shoes?”

You almost giggle at the memory, choosing to take a few pieces of brisket and shove it into your mouth instead. He glances up at you, noticing the furrow in your brows as you angrily eat the food he made for you.

“This is weird.” He says and you look up at him, only to realize he’s already staring at you. “What is?” You ask, taking another piece of brisket.

“We’re kind of bonding.” Seokmin responds, putting a spoonful of soup in his mouth. You think for a moment, because you guys were literally just arguing but now you’re getting along(ish). You nod your head, and you both continue to eat in a comfortable silence for the next few minutes.

Once you’re finished, Seokmin gets up to wash the dishes, leaving no room for argument. You sit there feeling conflicted, wondering where you guys are at now.

Are we friends? Enemies? Frenemies? Is that why my heart is beating so fast? What the fuck?

“Well, I’ll be heading out now yn.” Seokmin announces once he steps back into your dining room, giving you a small smile. “Are you sure? I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie or something.” You offer without thought, and your eyes widen slightly.

WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST-

Seokmin is currently shitting himself because you just asked him to watch a movie with you. “Uh, sure, as long as it’s not horror.” He answers as cool as possible, and you nod. You both head towards the living room and sit on the couch. You make sure not to sit too far from Seokmin so that he doesn’t make fun of you, definitely not because you wanna sit close to him. Not at all. Seokmin smiles slightly to himself once he notices how close you are, but chooses not to tease you about it.

You scroll through the free movies they have to offer until Seokmin says, “That one! Let’s watch Trolls!” You raise an eyebrow, not expecting him to have chosen a cartoon movie. He turns to you and tries to hide the big smile that was on his face by coughing into his arm.

“What?” He asks defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and you raise your hands up in surrender.

“Nothing seok, I just wasn’t expecting Trolls to be your choice. I’m down to watch it though.” You reassure him, pressing play on the movie. You glance over at him to see him grinning excitedly.

cute.

After a few minutes you realize just how tired you are. You’ve been sleeping earlier for the past couple days because Jihoon won’t let you sleep late. It’s only 9 pm and you’re already sleepy. As the movie continues, you find yourself fighting to stay awake.

Unbeknownst to you, Seokmin is also falling asleep. He stayed up until 5 am writing lyrics to a melody that Jihoon composed, so he’s running on four hours of sleep. Now that he’s sitting comfortably on your couch watching a movie, he’s pretty much about to pass out.

You both fought a losing battle, as you are now asleep with your head resting on his shoulder, and his head on top of yours.

“Yn, I’m home.” Jihoon announces as he steps into your guys’ shared apartment. He rubs his ear at your lack of response, about to scold you for not saying anything when he can clearly hear the TV playing.

“Yn I can hear you watching... Trolls? I always asked you to watch it with me but you never wanted to- GASP!” Jihoon says as soon as he walks into the living room, finding you and Seokmin cuddled together on the couch asleep.

“Holy fucking shit.” He mutters, immediately taking out his phone to snap a quick photo, sending it into the groupchat with Jun, Mingyu, and Jeonghan.

“The yn x seokmin shippers would literally pee themselves.” Jihoon whispers, chuckling to himself as he reaches over and turns off the TV. He helps you both ease into laying down as carefully as possible, laying the throw over your guys’ bodies. You groan quietly in your sleep, rolling over and wrapping an arm around Seokmin, to which Seokmin wraps his arm around you. Jihoon almost squeals but quickly contains himself. He snaps another photo, sending it into the groupchat.

“Sleep well stinkies.”

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 4 years

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Christmas Time at the Nie Palace

Okay… Okay Christmas.

So I’d like to start by pointing out that like… I don’t celebrate Christmas like in any real way? It’s just a fun excuse to get together with my friends. And we all seem to be on the same page with that.

So SangSang threw a party. Let me just say, the Nie’s know how to blow it up, okay? Like apparently DaGe did a lot of the planning too? Which surprised me. But they got IN to it.

I… Okay so in my mind DaGe probably just hoisted that giant tree in by himself. Like just WOOMPH like the man is a tank.

Realistically I know that Lan Xichen helped him and they probably used a trolley or something. But like…. Picturing Nie MingJue just HOISTING a gigantic christmas tree into the main hall is just… I can’t picture it any other way. It’s just how it happened. Fanon is better than Canon in this instance don’t @ me.

But I know that both he and Nie Huaisang did most of the decorating together. Technically they are rich (not even technically but they don’t ACT like rich bois so I forget) and could have just hired people to do it for them, but I guess this is something that they both love to do together. A shared tradition. And their house (mansion????) is not small. So like it took some TIME. And like… probably lots of ladders? Because even DaGe isn’t that tall.

I had about .5 seconds to appreciate this, however, before I heard happy screams of children. Which is good because there WERE children. If there are no children and you hear children screaming, leave. But as there were children, we were good.

Said children screamed my name and suddenly two tiny bodies were yeeting themselves at me.

Not to worry, Jin Ling does this A LOT (though he must have taught A-Yuan because that was a first.

A-Yuan jumped very nicely into my arms though. Just a nice little hop and swoop right on my hip.

Jin Ling, however, is a little monster who NEVER jumps nice. He jumps to the side and expects me to catch him! Now to be fair, I always DO, but I won’t deny that the first time it happened it gave me a fucking heart attack.

I do believe that Lan Zhan felt my pain this day because when Jin Ling sailed into my arms and immediately leaned outwards so that he’d swing by whatever limb I’d managed to nab, Lan Zhan ruined everything by stabilizing him. (How is his hand like the size of Jin Ling’s entire torso? ((Like with the fingers spread but still???)))) Anyway.

Don’t think I’ve ever seen that quality of death glare out of a 3 year old before. Impressive.

Lan Zhan backed away immediately and Jin Ling promptly returned his attention back to his best uncle in the whole wide world (me.).

So now I had two young boys in my arms babbling away about this and that at the same time so I couldn’t understand a word of it.

Is there anything sweeter?

Eventually I managed to make out that they wanted me to go into the other room where the real party was. A-Ling was talking about how his mama wanted to see me and so she’d sent him for guard duty. (Found out later from Shijie that she had mentioned my name one time in passing saying that she was looking forward to me arriving with Lan Zhan and Jin Ling IMMEDIATELY went off to wait for me. When A-Yuan arrived instead of me he was apparently a bit disappointed until he realized that now he had a friend to wait with him. And so that’s apparently when they plotted the joint throw. A-Yuan said I was supposed to fall over but I was apparently just too strong.)

Anyway. I hoisted them up higher on my hips and we tramped off to the main room…. Is it a living room? Dining room? Ballroom? Fuck if I know they have too many rooms. It was a big room with enough space for entertaining a lot of people. Anyway. We went there. And were greeted by… A LOT of people! Like Apparently Nie Huaisang had decided to invite everyone I know? Or actually I think DaGe suggested some of them?

Okay so… Um… I think this is what Wen Ning said.. DaGe and Wen Qing hit it off at my birthday in a like… platonic way because that sounds like a crackship. Since they are both hella gay. But like they got to talking at my birthday and like she gave him some medical opinions on a part of a case he was working on or something???? And now they’re like… legit in contact with each other? She helps with forensics or something?

I don’t get it.

But Nie Huaisang was saying they should bring in some of the people they met at my birthday because he liked them and DaGe said he’d already added Wen Qing to the list?

Nd Nie Huaisang said that they couldn’t just invite ONE Wen

And so

They invited

All of them???

Including Granny and Uncle Four????? Who they had NOT met before this? I guess???

Which was why A-Yuan was there and because A-Yuan was there A-Ling was there because playdate? Or something? And so Shijie and the peacock were both there because of course he was coming if his wife and son were there (although A-Lian was with her grandparents because she doesn’t do so well at parties most of the time ((My birthday was a fluke???? Or maybe she just likes me. Hard to tell with that babe. Stares like a cat seeing a ghost in the corner of the room. Seems to like Lan Zhan though. Maybe because he stares the same way????????? Am I a ghost?????? In the corner of the roooommmmmm????? Spoopy. ))

Anyway THey were there but then SO WAS JIANG CHENG because apparently, appAReNTlY Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang don’t know that Nie Huaisang is also my friend? Because they’re all rich and rich people all know other rich people and when you’re friends with other rich people it’s okay because you’re ‘making a connection network’ and so Jiang Cheng through a loophole of rich=dumb apparently? (Like not that the rich people are dumb but the like the whole rich ettiquette is just bonkers) he was allowed to network at this Christmas gathering. Because I think they assumed that rich people only invite other rich people to their parties? When really it ended up being a pretty even 50/50 split.

So okay the wens were there and Shijie and her +1 and A-Ling, and Jiang Cheng (who I hugged immediately but just listing this out first bare with me.) was there. And Lan Zhan and I were there and Lan Xichen was there of course. Though… isn’t he dating that other Jin guy? I wonder why he WASN’T there? I think there’s some beef between him and DaGe or something and I guess if DaGe didn’t like me I’d avoid him too…. You know to stay alive… But hmm… Lan Xichen didn't seem too upset. So I guess it’s fine? Seemed to have fun with DaGe anyway.

(Is it wrong to ship? I mean…. They’d be so good together????? Like that’s their business but I feel like a meddling old spinster aunt trying to get people together. Idk. Whatever. Moving on). Oh oh oh And Gamby and her wife were there!! And MianMian and Qin Su! Like it was literally everyone who had been at my birthday + more! (because Uncle Four and Granny Wen. But still. They count! And I was so excited to see them hahah.) So like apparently gatherings are good for networking. Lol.

So yeah Everyone was there. But the first person I saw was Jiang Cheng. Who I’d thought, honestly and truly, that I’d never get to see again.

I don’t know which of us started the hug. Maybe it was the same time. But for once he didn’t bitch about it and I wasn’t a little shit about it either.

Just…. Jiang Cheng really gives great hugs. He told me that he missed me. And said that he was working things out on his end and to be patient please. Promised me and made me promise back that we were still brothers. Forever.

And that was about all of the feely feels we could handle in public because EVERYONE WAS STARING AT US….

Except Lan Zhan who had disappeared? I didn’t notice until then. But poof.

…………………

Just asked him where he was for the first bit of the party and he said apparently he’d brought the Emperor’s Smile to the kitchen and ended up getting stuck for a bit helping the cook finish off some stuff because he’s an angel and the nicest person in the world.

Which… explains why I saw him later holding a tray of hors-d’oeuvres (had to ask Lan Zhan how to spell that…. Maybe shouldn’t have because that’s dangerously close to telling him I had a blog? I think he probably just thinks I’m texting someone about it….. Weeks after it happened…… O.O;;;; uh…. Well he didn’t ask about it so I guess I’m good. Whatever moving ON.).

So we coughed and let go of each other, but I couldn’t resist grinning at him. Just seeing him there. Knowing that he came here and specifically made it so that I could be here too. That he’s going to such lengths and and.. Actually FIGHTING to keep me in his life. Just…

Okay Stop or you’ll cry, Wei Ying.

What happened next… ah… we went to the party room saw Jiang Cheng and then we got pulled in to stand with the mingling crowd.

More hugs all around. Even from Wen Qing after she gave me a quick check up to see how I was healing up. Ever the professional.

I guess… I really scared everyone. Not just from the fire but before that too. They knew that I wasn’t doing well and then more and more shit kept happening. And I think I really scared them.

To be honest, I really scared me too.

But Lan Zhan saved me. So I guess in the end none of us had anything to fear. <3

We were all chilling and talking and I was just starting to worry that Lan Zhan somehow got lost or kidnapped or eaten by a Nie Monster or something when he appeared holding trays of food. I watched him going to the other room and followed him because I was having Lan Zhan withdrawal.

And found him setting the food down on a MASSIVE table in the HUMUNGAZOID DINING HALL.

Okay so I’ve been to Nie Huaisang’s place before but generally we just like chilled in the normal living areas. But he has these ‘entertaining’ areas for when they have formal gatherings or parties or whatever. And I’d kinda passed by them before but they were just big empty rooms, right? Like oh okay whatever. It’s like passing by a meeting hall in a hotel. Like oh okay just a big empty room for meetings and shit.

Except when they decorate it it transforms into like this huge palace room! Like fuck! Gold and glitter and lights and sparkle and just everything! And really like tastefully done too. It was a lot, but it was the right kind of a lot. And it was all very coordinated.

I guess Lan Xichen helped a lot with the balance in the end? How often does Lan Xichen come over here that he’s helping set up decor?

Who knows.

Not my business.

Still though isn’t he dating Jin Guangyao or whatever? I wonder how he feels about it?

Whatever. Not my business.

SO I trotted over to Lan Zhan like a little lost duckling and asked if he needed help with anything. He gave me one of those smiles that he saves just for me (my HEART) and lead me over to the other side of the room and told me to sit at the table.

I was still all flustered from that smile because MY HEART so I didn’t even think to protest until he was already leaving again! Noo! My Lan Zhan Withdrawal wasn’t done yet! But he was only calling for the others to come join us so we could start dinner. Everyone filed in and Lan Zhan sat next to me before anyone else could.

I tried not to think too much into it at the time but now…. I wonder…

Anyway.

Dinner was amazing. Like think of your favorite holiday food. Okay you got it? It was there. I guarantee it. Like dear god.

And DELICIOUS

And and Lan Zhan had brought me some Emperor’s Smile that was nice and chilled and delicious.

Somehow…

Okay I know, alright. I KNOW! But like

The taste of that wine… makes me think of him. Of that kiss.

He doesn’t taste like wine but something… So clean and clear and refreshing. Mellow but still strong. Just….

Stop thinking about his LIPS

Okay moving on.

(How many times do I say moving on? I should make a tally.)

MOVING ON.

Dinner=amazing.

And right when we were ready to burst from eating and eating and eating…..

Dessert

ACTIVATE SECOND STOMACH! DEPLOY!

Guys… Guys I ate so much food. I’m pretty sure they had to roll me out of the chair.

Oh… wait… no that actually happened. But mostly for the kids I swear.

I was whining to Lan Zhan that he was gonna have to roll me to the next room (to which he, of course, responded that he would simply carry me instead. Ugh this man) and Jin Ling called me silly and said I should walk. And A-Yuan, who is apparently much too used to my antics, laughed and agreed in a kinda… idk… DO IT kinda way? So I slid to the floor (I know gross but whatever. The things we do for our children) and rolled away from the table.

Worked though. Both kids started to shriek with laughter, even though A-Ling was trying his best to sound like Jiang Cheng to tell me to get off the floor because it’s dirty. I rolled about 8 feet before Lan Zhan just deadlifted me into his arms and hauled me into the next room.

Which made me explode and the children laugh even harder.

This. MAN. How am I expected to survive living with this man when HE KEEPS PULLING THIS SHIT!?!?!?!?!?!

I covered my face to hide how red it was and to avoid looking at everyone’s faces. Because I know they all know. Like they are very obvious about how obvious I must be. Like I’m hopeless. Completely and hopelessly in love with Lan Zhan and they all fucking KNOW it and they ALWAYS GIVE ME THESE LOOKS WHEN I’M WITHIN 10 FEET OF THE MAN AND LIKE I GET IT OKAY I KNOW I’M AN IDIOT BUT APPARENTLY /HE/ DOES NOT KNOW THAT I FEEL THIS WAY AND I DO NOT WANT HIM TO FIND OUT BECAUSE YOU GUYS KEEP GIVING ME THESE FUCKING LOOKS EVERY TIME HE BREATHES IN MY DIRECTION LIKE OKAY I GET IT I KNOW OMG

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YES NIE HUAISANG I AM TALKING TO YOU

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Anywaymovingon*lolseewhatididthere?*

He plopped me very gently on the couch and sat next to me. Immediately the part of my lap that was not taken up by my over-stuffed stomach, was filled by my nephew. Lan Zhan got to deal with a very excited, but very polite A-Yuan asking very kindly if he could sit on his lap. (To which of course Lan Zhan just picked him up and placed him there. A-Yuan looked so delighted.)

I finally chanced a look at the rest of the group who quickly pretended they hadn’t been giggling at us and staring the entire time.

They shuffled around, talking about if we wanted to do games or presents first.

Presents???? PRESEN-- NO ONE HAD TOLD ME THERE WERE FUCKING PRESENTS. I HADN’T GOTTEN ANYONE ANYTHING!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK

So I start whispering frantically to Lan Zhan asking him if he knew about it and trying very valiantly not to swear since WE HAD LAPS FULL OF CHILDRENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN AND THE LAST THING I NEED IS FOR THEM TO TELL THE REST OF THE FAMILY THAT UNCLE XIAN TAUGHT THEM THE WORD FUCK. ugh.

Lan Zhan apparently knew about it the entire time.

I couldn’t get into it too much because kids. But uuuuuuuuuugh.

WELL everyone decided that we’d do presents later so that it was easier to keep track of everything

Of course that means more time for me to freak out. Because what else am I good at but freaking out?

Instead they brought out the games. I finally got a look around at the actual room when the children leaped off of my lap to go play some of the games that were being set up. A-Ling decided it was time to latch himself to his father since his mother was kicking Wen Qing’s ass at pool (well she would have been kicking her ass if she wasn’t 6 months pregnant. As such they were pretty evenly matched.)

There was a section with toys and board games where DaGe and Lan Xichen started to set things up to see if they could entice the kids to play with them. A-Yuan was won over first which was enough to convince A-Ling to beg his dad to play with them over there.

Not that he had to beg much. Jin ZiXuan would do anything for that boy. Spoils him rotten. But in a loving way.

So I saw the 5 of them sit down for…. Shoots and ladders? I think? DaGe looked at those kids with pure adoration. Same way he looks at Busu back at the bunny cafe. Guess he has a soft spot for small cute things.

Can’t blame him.

Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang were off in a corner by one of the large TV’s playing some game or another. I’m… what was it… Gang Beasts or something? I don’t know. You pick the other guy up and try to yeet him off the stage. I don’t know. Apparently it’s a bit older of a game now but Wen Ning really loves it. (Surprisingly enough for such a meek guy, he is RUTHLESS when it comes to chucking Gumby-lookin fuckers off a plane. Who knew?) Jiang Cheng took a turn but sucked at it so he stomped off to play with the kids instead.

Gamby and Aunty Yi were off that way too watching a movie on another screen with MianMian and Qin Su watching something else on yet another TV. (seriously how many screens???) And Uncle Four was kinda staring between that, the game, and the yule log TV, nursing a bottle of his famous fruit wine. Brews it himself and it will FUCK you up.

I… okay so… I’m slow. But like I noticed finally that the Yule log-- You know that station that just plays christmas music and is just a fire? Like they… Okay it was mute. So it was just the fire. And they put it in front of the actual fire place. That would normally have been lit.

They.. it was for me. I could tell. Because Nie Huaisang glanced at me then and the look… You don’t get to see him looking soft too often. But.. Thank you Nie Huaisang. For that. For protecting me.

They put in a fake fire so that I could feel comfortable.

I turned to Lan Zhan then to ask him what he wanted to do only to find him… he was just watching me. He was so close…

I freaked a little and asked him if he wanted to play a game. Any game. Just any game at all. Please just pick a damn game omg a;dlkfja;sdkj he was so close.

We ended up… somehow playing darts? Sort of.

He’d never played darts so I ended up having to talk him through it. Then promptly kicked his ass because my aim is perfect and he was lucky to hit the damn board.

I helped him get better though because he’s really a very good student. And uh… well.. Um… He …

OKAY THE CLICHE IS REAL AND I HELD HIS HAND AND STOOD BEHIND HIM TO CORRECT HIS FORM OKAY AND IT IS CHEESY AND STUPID AND I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT OKAY.

I KNOW. A;LSKDFJ;DJ

But it did actually help. By the end of it he was doing pretty good I’d say!

Eventually he switched out with Lan Xichen so that he could ‘show us how it’s done’ and that turned into quite the competition. Lan Xichen gave me a run for my money that’s for sure.

Somehow everyone sorta ended up watching. To be fair we were moving pretty fast.

Liek AIM THROW THWP POINTS!

At one point DaGe started suggesting different trick shots which made it harder. Didn’t last long after that because we decided it was better to not put a bunch of little holes all over the wall because Lan arm strength is apparently genetic and INSANE soooo that ended that.

After that, since we’d all gathered again anyway, apparently it was time for presents. Which I had actually forgotten about.

I pulled Lan Zhan aside as everyone else started setting up to ask him about it and why I hadn’t heard about this??? I didn’t HAVE presents for anyone! Like fuck!

He told me that he’d put my name on the presents he’d given anyway. Like there was a ‘draw from a hat’ business secret santa kind of thing? And I was not included.

I’m… I’m really a bit… I don’t know…

They… Like I know I’d been through a lot lately and… well I guess I haven’t been in the best state for a couple of months by then… but they could have asked me.. I mean I’m not THAT poor all things considered. I don’t have an apartment and I had to buy a lot of new stuff, yeah but Lan Zhan isn’t charging me rent and actually bought a lot of it for me whether I wanted him to or not. So Like… I could have afforded a present.

It’s that… that pity feeling that I talked about before. I felt like I was being pitied. And I hate it.

Lan Zhan told me it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t pity to help take care of someone who is going through shit. It’s caring.

And I guess… but still…

He touched my cheek then, cupped it with his hand.

“I do not pity you. I worry. And I care. But that’s not pity,” he said. “We want to take care of you sometimes. Please let us?”

Of course what can I say to that? Nothing. Gah. For a man who doesn’t speak much he sure knows how to talk me into a corner.

I was still trying to formulate a response when I started to notice there was a lot of… snickering going on.

I looked around and everyone quickly looked away, pretending they weren’t laughing. But I could see them all hiding grins. I looked at Lan Zhan who looked about as confused as I was and the snickering started again.

“Well what are you waiting for?”

SangSang…. I should murder you. I should just… Chop you up into tiny pieces and chuck you in a river.

Either that or throw a damn party for you.

I looked over at him and he was pointing up. So we looked up and….

……………………………………………………………..

……………………………………………………………………………………….

Fuck you Nie Huaisang!

THERE WAS MISTLETOE ABOVE US BECAUSE CLEARLY WE WERE IN NEED OF MORE CLICHES IN MY SAPPY LOVE (OR LACK THERE OF????? MAYBE?? MAYBE NOTA.LDKFSJAL;SDKFJ ) LIFE.

I… Okay my memory is shit, so like… but I don’t remember there being anything there before. Like… I feel like I would have noticed??? I… well…

Well it is what it is.

Lan Zhan. And I. Were stuck under the mistletoe. Together. With EVERYONE watching us and snickering away. Like a damn faulty sprinkler system. CHE CHE CHE CHE CHE.

All of them. They will all pay. Revenge will come on swift wings when they least expect it!

You know what? Fuck it. I’m gonna set up DaGe and Lan Xichen purely out of spite.

But back to the problem at hand. I couldn’t avoid looking back at Lan Zhan forever. He looked about as red as I felt.

“Mistletoe….” I said intelligently.

“Mn…” was his very articulate response.

“You… we don’t have to….” I said. But he cut me off with a kiss.

A real kiss. Not a cheek kiss. Or a forehead kiss. A real proper kiss. Right on the lips.

Short but oh so sweet.

He kissed me.

HE. KISSED. ME.

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Okay. So it was just a peck. The kind you would give to a close friend in this situation. (Okay don’t yell at me I know. Like let me explain.)

My point is. I didn’t want to… read more into it than there was to read. Okay? But it…

Okay this is hard to explain.

I’m not THAT stupid. I know that you don’t always just kiss your friends. Some people do but not everyone. And Lan Zhan is NOT the type to just kiss a friend.

But there was the complication with the kiss after the fire and the tension before of the what are we??? Like I’ve known for a while- I think I mentioned it before-- I think we hit a level past… past just friends. And I wanted to believe it was romantic on both sides but I wasn’t sure. And I was scared. And I didn’t want to risk what I have just because I’m greedy. Like what we had.. It is enough even if I WANT more.

And then he kissed me under that mistletoe..

I’d kinda squashed my hope of more after the kiss. After he agreed it meant nothing. It hurt so bad that the only way I could really process it was to just repress it. (which I’m TRYING not to do but I had a lot going on. And I had to process the rest of it first). So it just kinda turned into… I don’t know… I’d lost that hope. That thought that maybe he could grow to love me. I took that hope and I shoved it behind an iron door and threw the key away into a hedge maze guarded by evil goblins. (Not cute goblins like me. Evil ones. Pointy and mean.)

But… then he kissed me under that mistletoe… and… I don’t know… did he fight off the goblins and find it in that hedge maze? Or did he just forge a new key altogether?

But he unlocked that door. And opened it even if just a crack. And he let out a sliver of hope again. A tiny sliver of real hope that rests in my heart even now. Growing.

We stared at each other until we were interrupted by everyone’s whooping and cheers. “Alright alright yeah yeah.” I chided and ushered them away.

At least A-Yuan and A-Ling were busy making grossed out faces instead of cheering. Good boys.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like kisses?” I asked them. And then I launched myself at them making the most obnoxious kissy face I could manage. Chased them around the room while everyone else settled in for presents. Caught them after a few moments and covered them in kisses. A-Yuan laughed and A-Ling pretended he was trying to get away, but I know he liked it.

Hah.

I kissed them all the way back to the couch where I sat next to Lan Zhan (who I couldn’t look at anymore). I plopped A-Yuan in his lap and just held on to A-Ling who was scrubbing his face clean of my kisses. Quite dramatically I might add. Offensive. (he got like 5 more kisses because of it.

I told him that if he kept scrubbing off my kisses I’d just have to keep replacing them. “Just ask Uncle Cheng.”

“It’s true, buddy.”

“See? It’s true!”)

“Alright! Is everyone ready?” Shijie asked once A-Ling finally submitted to his punishment kisses. The two kids sat up so fast they almost clocked both me and Lan Zhan clean on the chin. But fortunately we are both ninjas and managed to avoid braining the children.

“Presents! Presents! Presents!” they chanted. (Well A-Ling chanted and then nudged A-Yuan until he joined in).

It started off harmless enough. They started bringing stuff over to me and Lan Zhan which makes sense. Let the kids go first, right? And they’d clearly need more than everyone else.

Except… They weren’t all for the kids. And they kept bringing them over. Until there was a pile of every single present gathered beside me and at my feet.

The kids each got a couple but the rest of them. They were small but they were all clearly labeled.

“Wei Ying. Wei Ying. Wei Ying.”

Every one of them.

I looked over at Lan Zhan to decide if I needed to yell at him some more but he looked just as flabbergasted as I did. So clearly he wasn’t in on it.

Everyone else…. Lan Zhan was right. It wasn’t pity in their eyes. The way they were looking at me. It was love.

I let the kids open their gifts first so I had a moment to collect myself. They tore the paper like wild animals and squealed in delight at each new toy.

A-Yuan’s favorite was the little toy butterfly that Lan Zhan got him (with my name on the gift to give me credit I didn’t deserve). He hugged us both, and then went off to play with A-Ling with the blasters they both got.

I did relish the look of pain on Jin ZiXuan’s face as he realized he was going to listen to those blasting noises and beeps and whistles for the next 2 months until A-Ling finally got bored. Very satisfying.

But the… Well I couldn’t avoid it anymore. I had to open my own gifts.

“Start with this one, please,” Gamby said, holding out the largest of the pile.

I… when I opened it…

Would you blame me if I cried?

The.. the photo album that I’d gotten for my birthday. It burned in the fire. And… I didn’t… I didn’t want to admit it but it crushed me. Of all the possessions I lost… that one…

But they replaced it! They got me a new book. All the photos were there. Not the originals, but they’d made copies of every photo they’d taken because they still wanted their own copies of them too. (Apparently the originals had all gone into my book which is still a shame. But the image is more important than the paper.)

Every single gift was related to that book. Gamby and Aunty Yi gave me the new book. All the photos from the original were there. But then every single gift from the others were new pages with new photos. Ones that hadn’t been included before and then lots from my birthday. Pictures of everyone and of me and just… The last page was a large copy of the picture we’d all taken at the photo booth. It filled the whole page.

And then letters. From everyone. Letters of love. Stories and memories. To me. Even Jin ZiXuan wrote a letter. Admittedly short but still there. (He mentioned in the letter that he wasn’t sure he needed to write me one of his own since technically he’s the one who did the writing for A-Ling’s letter but figured it would annoy me so fuck it.)

That dick. Do I have to like him now? Uuugh I don’t want to like him. :(

I had to give the book to Lan Zhan so that I wouldn’t cry on it.

Shijie came and hugged me, letting me cry without judgement like she always does. And then I felt Lan Zhan’s arms join hers. And then I was drowning in arms.

I’m…. I’m not used to being the focus like this. Not in this way. It’s different when I’m the one drawing attention to myself. But when it’s just… everyone. Everyone I love just freely giving me their love back just…

I don’t really know how to handle it.

But… at the same time…

I’ve never felt so loved. So wanted. And Lan Zhan really is right. It’s not pity. It really really isn’t. And I don’t think I’ve ever… Ever really let myself experience it that way.

Eventually I told them through my stuffed nose that that was enough and that I still needed to breathe please. They all laughed and let me go finally. I didn’t really want them too, but I do also like my friend oxygen.

They all gave me one last squeeze or pat and went off to do their own thing again. Playing games and watching things.

Letting me gather myself back together again.

I looked over at Lan Zhan and told him I’d be back in a minute. I got up to just… I don’t know… take a walk. It was… it wasn’t too much but nearly. But not in an unwelcome way. It was pushing my boundaries, but they were boundaries that needed to be pushed.

I know I deserve love. It’s hard to remember it a lot of the time though and sometimes you have to force feed it to me. And… And it’s good. Great even.

But a bit overwhelming.

I walked through the house idly for a bit. Probably going where guests weren’t supposed to go but whatever.

I must have been gone longer than I thought though because eventually Lan Zhan came to find me. To check on me and make sure I was okay.

“Was it too much?” he asked. I shook my head and said yes at the same time which made him laugh a little.

I shuffled over to him and put my forehead against his chest with a soft sigh.

“It’s not too much,” I said as he obligingly slid his arms around me. “It’s just…. Too much… you know?”

He hummed in understanding and miraculously I think he did understand. Because let’s be real, that was nonsense.

Then he pulled away and took my hand (very gently because they were still raw).

“Follow me,” he said in that rich honey voice of his. (Yes Lan Zhan. I will follow you. I will follow you anywhere. Into the very gates of hell.)

Can you blame me if I laced our hands together? He let me anyway. And didn’t pull away so nyah.

I had no idea where he was taking me but.. Well I’ve said it before that I trust him implicitly. With everything. With my very soul.

Turns out. Nie Huaisang. Has an in home movie theater. Like. A legit movie theater. With those comfy squishy seats and the giant projector and like….

HUAISANG HOW HAVE YOU NEVER TAKEN ME INTO THIS ROOM? APPARENTLY YOU’VE TAKEN LAN ZHAN BECAUSE HE KNEW WHERE EVERYTHING WAS AND SET UP THE PROJECTOR AND POPPED IN A MOVIE AND LIKE FUCK YOU HUAISANG I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS. ;3;

Lan Zhan had me sit down while he set everything up, then pulled up the arm rest between us and sat down before just… pulling me to lean against him.

I mean I wasn’t gonna complain. *v*

So we watched a movie together. Honestly… Honestly I couldn’t even tell you what movie it was. His arm was around me, tracing patterns into my shoulder. And he let me hold his hand again. I remember running my thumb up and down the back of his. And the smell of him. And the sound of his heart beat and the feeling of his breath slowly shifting me up and down.

About half way through the movie he shifted though, making me sit up. I looked at him to pout, but stopped because he was very decidedly NOT looking at me.

“I have… something for you…” he said softly. Before I could tell him he, of all people, didn't need to get me anything, especially after all he’s already given me, he pulled a small box out of his pocket.

“I didn’t want to give it to you… in front of everyone.” -after the mistletoe incident- was left unsaid.

I took the box. Trying to let myself accept things. Let myself be loved.

It was just a small blue box with a white cloud-patterned ribbon (that I still have shh. It was cute). I pulled the ribbon and opened the lid of the little blue box to find…

Okay it was small and simple but this.. Perfect earring. It’s just a red stone dangling on a black chain. Small. Simple. Perfect.

I stared at it long enough that I probably made him nervous. Trying to get myself to just say thank you. To just accept it.

Eventually I managed. “... help me put it in?”

My hands were still a bit stiff and fumbly (which sucked because I haven’t been able to paint much lately because of it). But even so it was an excuse for him to touch me more. To feel his hands brushing my neck and jaw. For him to be closer to me.

He obliged me and put it in. I.. Maybe it was just because it was dark, but that sliver of rekindled hope in me really wants to believe that he took his time with it. That he wanted that excuse to touch me too.

Hope is dangerous but…. I can’t help it. I’m hoping.

“Merry Christmas, Wei Ying,” he said softly when he finally pulled away.

I looked over at him and smiled. He smiled back.

“Merry Christmas, Lan Zhan.”

Something… in that moment. I was going to kiss him. There just was no other option. The moment. The hope. The memory. The feel of his skin. It all culminated into one truth.

I was going to kiss him.

Except.

I WAS COCKBLOCKED BY ADORABLE TODDLERS WHO I CAN’T EVEN BE MAD AT BECAUSE THEY’RE ADORABLE.

Apparently when we didn’t come back the kids decided that we got lost. And they snuck out to find us. They were so excited to rescue us that it took them a minute to realize we were in a giant movie room. After that they were about as excited as I was. (What does that say about me? Am I just a giant child?.... Hey wait a minute the only ones who got any gifts were me and the kids. I AM A GIANT CHILD. Fuck . T_T)

Once they got over their initial hyper excitement about the theater, we coaxed them into watching the movie with us. Lan Zhan clicked some magic remote or something and it changed to a more kid-friendly movie. (I don’t understand technology. I never will.)

I texted Shijie that the kids were safe with us in the movie room so she wouldn’t worry and let A-Ling settle onto my lap.

Gotta say. I don’t bet to be his favorite very often. It’s really nice when he’s in an Uncle Xian mood. <3

A-Yuan took his place back on Lan Zhan’s lap. He was much more confident now, just glancing at Lan Zhan to make sure it was okay before he sat on him.

And… Okay I can’t even be mad that they ruined my attempt to kiss Lan Zan because this image. This painfully beautiful domestic scene….

I’ve never wanted kids so badly in my life. Kids. With Lan Zhan. Just… I wanted this. So badly.

I still do. So much I’m almost shaking with it right now.

I want… I want to be a father. With Lan Zhan. I want that for the rest of my life.

And… I knew I loved him. I knew I want to be with him. But this hit differently. This… this was an absolute forever. This was.. This was more than wanting to date Lan Zhan or live with him or… you know… stuff. This was… I want his life to be entangled with mine. To the point that the life is ours. Not his and mine. Ours.

I want that so badly.

Maybe that’s selfish. But it’s what I want.

Time slipped by while I had this little life-changing revelation and before I knew it I was covered in drool. Jin Ling had fallen asleep. And A-Yuan wasn’t far behind him on Lan Zhan’s lap. I caught Lan Zhan’s eye and we smiled.

I wonder… if he was thinking the same things I was. Is that something he’d want? With me?

Maybe, that little flame of hope dares to admit. Maybe.

It could be possible.

After a while Shijie and Wen Ning popped their heads into the room to collect the children. Jin Ling transferred over to his mother like a sack of potatoes but A-Yuan was just not having it.

“Nooooo” he whined, still half asleep and clinging desperately to Lan Zhan. “I wanna stay with Bunny-Gege and Xian-gege. D:”

He made that face too. D: Like you could feel it in your soul that D:.

And we were powerless.

“Would you like to spend the night with us if Granny says it’s okay?” Lan Zhan asked. Oh that sleepy little nod was enough to melt even Madam Yu’s heart I’d bet.

Wen Ning laughed softly and told us he’d check with her to see if she minded. After a few minutes I got a text saying “he’s all yours.”

And that’s how we temporarily adopted Wen Yuan.

DaGe offered to drive us home since we’d walked here and it was a bit too cold for a sleeping 7 year old. We thanked him and let him drive us in the tank he has the nerve to call a truck. How many miles to the gallon must that thing get? 2? Ah well. Put A-Yuan promptly back to sleep anyway so I guess whatever works. We thanked him and wished him a Merry Christmas/Happy New Year and all that jazz and went inside together. We didn’t have anything to really put A-Yuan in so I donated one of my new t-shirts for him to wear as… a nightgown I guess? Whatever it was more comfortable and he didn’t complain.

And then I stole one of Lan Zhan’s shirts to wear so we’d match. Hah.

We all ended up sharing a bed together after Lan Zhan fished out a spare toothbrush for him to brush his teeth with.

A-Yuan in the middle and Lan Zhan’s long arms around the both of us.

I don't think I’ve ever slept better.

#wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #fic #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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a peralta guarantee

“I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta Guarantee.”

(missing scenes from 7x08 - amy worrying about jake)

hUge thanks to johanna for inspiring this fic and helping when i had a lil breakdown halfway through

When he approaches her desk mid-afternoon with a decaf coffee and the white chocolate chip cookies she’s been craving from the bakery across town, she knows he’s either a) broken something, b) wants something or c) has bad news. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, detecting an excited bounce in his step which can only mean it’s b and c; he wants something she’s not going to like.

“Hey, babe,” he tries to play it cool, clearing a butt-sized space on her desk on which to sit. “I come bearing gifts.”

“What do you want, Peralta?” She cuts to the chase.

“Damn it, you know me too well,” he mutters. “OK, so, here’s the thing: Doug Judy’s gettin’ married. He invited me to his Bachelor Party this weekend and I know he’s a criminal, Ames, but I really wanna go. Like, so bad. Would you be cool with that?”

She conjures up a mental pro and con list. On one hand, Doug Judy is The Pontiac Bandit, known felon, committer of God knows how many crimes, an overall bad dude. On the other, he’s Jake’s friend, singer of the smush songs CD in the glove box of their car that they always forget to take out, giver of the Le Creuset pot she adores. He’s always been nice to her and—.

“Sarge?” Gary interrupts her decision-making process with a quick question about a perp he just brought in, snapping her back to reality. She’s a Police Sergeant, her job is to serve and protect the city they call home and as much as she loves cooking her mom’s beef casserole recipe in Judy’s awesome wedding gift, she has a responsibility to bring him in.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just think it’s a bad idea.”

His face falls, his disappointment coming through loud and clear.

“What were you expecting me to say? Ignore the million arrest warrants out on this guy, many of them submitted by you, so you can drink beer and go to strip clubs?”

“You’re right,” he sighs. “You’re obviously right. Man, being good at your job sucks.”

She nods in agreement. “Remember last month when I had to shut that binder store down for running a secret drug dealing operation out back?”

“How could I forget? You cried for three days straight.”

“They had the best binder collection I’ve ever seen!”

(It was actually what was so fishy about it. In four trips to buy pregnancy binders, she hadn’t seen any of the founding members of the Brooklyn Binder Babes blog — Mary Sue, Catherine, Margaret or Jane — once. And there’s no way a stationery start-up would attract such long queues without their recommendation. It was a pretty easy solve from there).

“The point is, you can’t go to a criminal’s Bachelor Party.” She pats his hand. “You’ll just have to come maternity clothes shopping with me instead. None of my jeans fit me anymore.”

“As much as I would love to, you can take Kylie. I’m going to the party.”

“What?” She double-takes. “Jake, did you not listen to what I literally just said? We’re cops. We cannot be friends with criminals.”

“But we can be friends with informants who have helped us catch numerous, even bigger, more dangerous criminals,” he says with that look on his face, the one he gets when he finds a loophole that he can use to his advantage. She recognises it from home videos Karen has shown her where, instead of tidying his room like she asked him to, seven year old Jake shoves everything under his bed and carries on enacting a police chase with his race cars. “Captain Holt has given him immunity before, so technically I should be able to go party it up with him in Miami!”

“Wait... It’s in Miami? Miami... Florida?”

It’s a stupid question, she knows. Of course he means Miami, Florida. It’s just... they both promised on the flight home that they would never, ever go back there. After everything that happened with Figgis and not knowing if they’d ever see each other again, a statewide travel ban seemed a good way to put it all behind them, focus on all their future moments together, not on all the moments they missed.

“This isn’t like last time,” he reassures her. “It’s only for a weekend and then I’ll be coming straight home for snuggles with you and —,” he lowers his voice to a whisper because they haven’t told anyone she’s pregnant yet, “the baby.”

Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lip so hard to stop them overflowing in front of all her uniformed officers. It’s pretty clear that he wants to go and she never wants to be one of them wives who control their husbands’ every move. All she wants is for him to be happy. And if going to Doug Judy’s Bachelor Party makes him happy, he should go, no matter how much she hates the entire state of Florida. She agrees, on one condition: “You have to text me hourly updates to let me know that you’re still alive.”

“Don’t I text you constantly anyway?”

“I guess so,” she sniffs.

He lifts her chin so she’s looking him in the eyes. “I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta guarantee.”

“You better,” she warns, tears suddenly flowing down her face at the thought of him not coming home, not being there to watch Property Brothers with her, not raising their baby and proving to everyone what a great dad he will be.

Used to her extra strength pregnancy hormones shifting her emotions from 0 to 100 faster than John McClane can say “Yippie-Ki-Yay, motherfucker”, he pulls her into a tight hug, careful not to crush the precious cargo that is behind said mood swings.

He strokes her hair and whispers that he’ll be home before she knows it and that nothing, not even the worst state in the country, will tear him away from her.

When it’s time for him to leave, she follows him out to the street and, after a brief argument over the fact he packed his bag before he OK’ed the trip with her and another hormone-induced cry when his cab shows up, reluctantly waves goodbye.

True to his word, he texts her before the car is even out of sight. Miss you already 😘.

Her phone buzzes periodically throughout the rest of the day.

In a meeting with Holt and Terry: flying on mark cuban’s dope ass private plane!!!!! ✈️

Cooking dinner: florida is HOT (not as hot as u babe, dont worry)

Doing her crossword in bed: g’night ames, g’night baby, love u both SO MUCH

She smiles, tells him she loves him too and braces herself for the barrage of drunk texts and selfies coming her way.

Sleeping without him sucks. The bed is cold, her pregnancy pillow is not as good of a cuddle buddy and she tosses and turns all night worrying about him, where he is, what he’s doing, whether he’s safe.

Her eyes finally slip shut around 1 am when her phone buzzes. Again. And again. And again.

She tries to ignore him, bury her head under her pillow and go back to sleep, but the messages keep coming thick and fast. She groans, giving up and unlocking her phone.

There are 47 new messages from him.

Forty-seven.

Her initial annoyance at being woken up quickly disappears as she scrolls through the thread. He’s mostly sent her random, meaningless emojis and keysmashes, interspersed with the odd “I love you”, “you’re my best friend” and “I’m thinking about you” that warm her heart. He mentions something about their proposal, about crying with Doug Judy, which obviously makes her cry too.

(Dumb pregnancy hormones).

By the time she reaches the bottom, he’s sent her 10 more.

She decides for her sake — and the sake of all of her officers who would have to deal with a tired, emotional pregnant lady — to turn off her phone and reply to him in the morning.

She returns her phone to her nightstand, settles back into a comfortable position and closes her eyes.

She lies motionless for what feels like hours, unable to fall asleep. She tries the breathing technique her brother David brags about constantly, counting sheep like little Matthew, even reciting police codes like Teddy used to go to sleep after sex. Nothing works. She’s still awake.

She turns her phone back on to see what Jake’s up to now, only to see his messages ended abruptly with a caterpillar emoji over an hour ago.

She immediately panics, dialling 911 into her phone.

Her thumb hovers over the green call button.

She’s heard thousands of crazy operator call stories, frequently reminded the general population to only call in a genuine emergency and watched the YouTube compilations for fun. She deletes the number, positive that if she told an operator her husband was missing because she hadn’t heard from him while he’s at a Bachelor Party, she’s positive she would be added to those videos.

In an attempt to stop her spiral, she contemplates the possible scenarios in which his constant texts would cease.

Scenario 1: He’s living in the moment and has put his phone away (something she has been encouraging him to do lately to reduce his screen time)

Scenario 2: He’s very drunk and has completely forgotten about his promise

Scenario 3: He used up all his battery texting her and his phone has died

Scenario 4: He’s fallen asleep (although a quick check of Trudy Judy’s insta reveals the party is very much still in full flow)

Scenario 5: Judy’s criminal buddies have killed him and thrown his body into the ocean

Once the thought pops into her head, no amount of squeezing her eyes shut will make the image go away.

Holt giving an emotional eulogy about wearing ties and being an amazing detective/genius.

Some rookie taking over his desk.

The sympathetic looks when she tells all the other moms in baby group that her husband died.

Usually Jake is there to hold her when her nightmares get bad. She rolls over, expecting to see his kind eyes and soft smile, the untouched side of his bed only serving to make her cry harder.

She can’t lose him. Not yet. Not until they’re old and grey, and maybe not even then. She spent so long denying her feelings for her dorky partner, rueing every missed opportunity to be together, and when they finally, finally took the plunge, she had never been happier. She can’t lose him yet. They have so much more life left to live.

She can’t lose him because he promised her he would come home safe. He guaranteed it.

She clings onto the tiny grain of hope like one might cling onto a raft in the middle of the ocean.

He would never break a Peralta guarantee.

Her phone finally buzzes again an hour later.

From: Unknown

Ames, it’s me, Jake. Judy’s buddies found out I’m a cop + destroyed my phone. So sorry I couldn’t text before. Hope you didn’t worry too much, although I know you probably haven’t slept. You can stop worrying now. I’m safe. Love you + see you tomorrow.

Love you too, she responds, yawning as she places the phone back on the side table.

Relieved that he’s OK, and exhausted from all the worrying, she falls into the easiest sleep she’s ever had.

Before she knows it, it’s the next afternoon, Jake’s keys are turning in the lock, he’s dropping his holdall on the floor and rushing to her side to kiss her all over her face.

“I missed you too,” she laughs, kissing him properly.

“Sorry it took so long — Doug and Trudy made me fly commercial —.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

“I’m never leaving you two again,” he swears.

“You’ll have to leave us eventually to go to the bathroom and stuff,” she points out, raking her fingers through the unruly curls that she so hopes their baby will inherit. “Just don’t go back there.”

A solemn understanding passes over his face and he nods. “Never again. Not even if our kid wants to go to Disney World. We’ll take them to the California one instead.”

“Smort,” she says, stealing his line and in an instant, that familiar grin is back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A dozen memories flood back, of oldies in short shorts and shuffleboard and Doug Judy getting away again. Of noice and smort and saying “I love you” for the very first time. Her eyes fill with tears — dumb pregnancy hormones strike again — as she buries her face in his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and lifting her bridal style to carry her to their room. He places her carefully onto the mattress and flops down next to her.

She snuggles into him, eyes closing once more. “Did we even get an invite to the wedding?”

“Not even close,” he sighs.

“Damn it. I would’ve loved to see that trainwreck.”

“You and me both, babe. You and me both.”

#b99 fic #jake x amy #my writing #it's taken me 2 full days to write this lemme know what you think

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