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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Replaced part 2

Part 1

Genre: angst. Angst with a happy ending, fluff

A/N: The 2nd part in the replaced!mc au that I wrote a couple days ago. Enjoy! Its super long: 9 1/2 pages long with a 4.6k word count.

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Blinding lights cloud Arella’s vision as she wakes. Her head turns to the side as she blinks, seeing nothing but a white vastness. Where was she? The human pushes herself up as someone calls out to her, a woman- no she’s an angel, Arella is sure of it from the way an ethereal glow seems to emanate from her form. She takes a moment to look over the angel in front of her.

Tan, freckled skin, black hair weaved with golden strands that ended at the middle of her back in soft curls, vibrant sea-green eyes- Arella thinks she’s the most beautiful thing to have ever existed. Her dress and wings are a pristine white save for the singe marks along the outer layers of her wings’ feathers and the bottom of her dress and the arrow that pierces through the center of her chest. It doesn’t take the human long to figure out who the angel standing in front of her is.

“Lilith...”

The angel only smiles sadly at her descendant. She crouches down next to Arella, brushing her curly black hair away from her face and the tears come forth almost instantly.

“They left me...” Arella’s voice is small. “They didn’t love me anymore.”

“But they do... And they always will.” The angel pulls her into an embrace as she speaks softly. “My brothers have always taken things for granted. It’s only once they’ve lost something important to them that they realize it’s worth.”

“What do I do next? What happens now?”

“Go back to them. Not as a human, but a demon.”

“How- !?” A terrible burning engulfs Arella’s body and suddenly she’s falling. Falling down, down, down, until the bright white light and Lilith disappear from view. Her skin- it feels like its burning away as she plunges deeper.

The next thing she knows, Arella is gasping for breath as air rushes into her lungs and the smell of Mammon’s cologne invades her sense of smell, his hold nearly crushing as he cradles her closer to his chest. She can hear Diavolo speaking but his words are garbled- a jumbled mess of word salad drowned out by the fire scorching her skin from the inside out. The way her entire body hurts is all she can think about as she succumbs to the comforting darkness of sleep.

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When she wakes, its two days later. Everything feels sharper. Her sight is better than it’s ever been. She can hear the crows cawing from the aviary on the other side of the house. She can even smell the individual scents of the brothers who were still up in their rooms and...

“You’re awake?” Melissa’s soft voice makes Arella recoil. Even as a whisper, it sounds like she’s screaming at Arella. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your ears.”

“It’s... Please... Just let me have a few moments...”

Melissa nods and just sits quietly beside the newly awakened demon. It takes a few moments to get a hold of herself and get her newly sharpened senses in check but Arella manages to push herself into a sitting position.

“Would you like to talk?” The blonde asks softly, “I feel like we should clear up a misunderstanding...”

“What’s there to misunderstand?” Arella asks. “It seems pretty cut and dry to me... they chose you and cast me aside like a broken toy that had lost its novelty.”

“I’m sure it felt like that. And it's my fault, that much I’ll agree to. I should have never asked them to help me land a date with Satan... this wouldn’t have happened, right? I can understand if you despise me.”

Arella laughs at that. She doesn’t know why but despite being mad at six out of the seven brothers for not communicating this to her, it was entertaining to her. Was that all it was? Was all of this caused by something so simple as that? Arella knew her boys often had a one-track mind but this was so ridiculous, both on her part and theirs. She rolled off the bed as she laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks as her demon form manifested itself for the first time. Melissa only peered over the side of the bed at Arella, a worried look in her brown eyes as the laughter died down and the former human climbed back up on the bed.

“Are you... angry? With me?”

“Not with you but-” They were interrupted by the sound of three sets footsteps thumping down the hall above her head and before she knew it, Arella found herself back on the floor but this time pinned under Mammon who’s holding on to her with all of his strength as two of his brothers stood in the doorway having gotten there too late to stop him.

“Hey, Dumbass,” It’s Levi’s voice that she hears as he draws closer, “You’re going to crush her crashing into her full force like that!” The purple-haired demon tried to pull his brother away receiving a feral growl in response.

“Mammon, stop! Right now.” Arella tries to use their pact to enforce the order but.... It’s not there anymore. The Avatar of Greed only holds her tighter to him. There was nothing that would separate him from his mate- not after the way he was this close to losing her.

At some point by working together, Beel and Levi were able to pry the white-haired demon off of Arella and she sat up. That’s right... she had died so she no longer held pacts with the seven brothers. But if she had died, why was she here? Ignoring the chaos happening around her between the three brothers, she looked into the floor length mirror and softly gasped at her appearance.

A set of fluffy, feathered, black wings adorned her back while a set of horns jutted out from her head in a way that was not too dissimilar from Belphegor’s. She had black markings that framed the side of her face and reached out to just under her eyes and a crescent shaped one on her forehead. The newly turned demon only squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She’s supposed to be dead! Why still breathing and why does she have a demonic form all of a sudden?!

As Mammon and his brothers continued to squabble over Arella, she curled in on herself, holding her hands over her ears. “All of you, just SHUT UP!” Sobs shook her body as the other demons turned their attention to her. Their voices were too loud and her ears were still too sensitive to loud sounds to the point if felt like the sensory overload was going to make her head explode.

“’Rella... I...” The Avatar of Greed, now free of Beel and Levi’s hold, reaches out to place his hand on her shoulder but is stopped when one of her wings slaps his hand away.

“Get out! All three of you... you... you should have just let me die like I wanted...”

And it's with that that the three Avatars look between each other before slowly leaving. Once the boys had gone, Melissa slowly moved over to Arella’s place on the floor, wrapping her arms around the other female as she comforted her.

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It’s nearly midnight now as the Avatars sit in silence in the common room. They had met to discuss a way to reforge the bond they had shared with the human-now-turned-demon, but no words had been said. They all knew who should be the first of them to do this but it was the how. How did they even begin to approach her at this point? Mammon was for having no plan at all, just playing the situation by ear. It’s not like she could overpower him in anyway. What’s the worst she could do? Kick him in the shins? Not something he hadn’t survived already.

“Well, since none of ya still have a plan yet- and it doesn’t look like any of ya are gonna come up with one soon- I'm going ta see her.” The white-haired demon stands and starts to make his way toward her room with no objections from his brothers as there was no other alternative they could offer him. He knows what she’s feeling- like she was abandoned, unloved. As her mate he wanted to fix all that- that was his responsibility. His brothers could make up with her later but he needed to do this right now. He was her first after all, he needed to be the first to talk to her.

As he opened her bedroom door, Melissa was leaving at the same time.

“So, you’re back... good I was just coming to find you. I tried to explain everything but I don’t think it worked and she still seems convinced you don’t love her anymore... Obviously this is something only you can fix so I’ll just leave you two to it. Also... I think she needs help changing back out of her demon form... she keeps knocking things over with her wings and getting agitated.”

The blonde gives her friend a pat on the arm as she headed off to find the others.

Slowly, Mammon entered her room. At the sound, the feathers on Arella’s wings puffed up, the wings herself raising to make herself more intimidating to him and he has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at how ridiculous she looks like that. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

“Put yer wings down, baby. Ya don’t scare me. I wanna talk to you.”

“Well, that’s funny. I don’t want to talk to you,” Arella growled. “You made your choice and it didn’t include me.” She crossed her arms as she turned her back to him. It was cute in a way.

“Then how ‘bout I jus’ do the talkin’ then? Will ya just’ listen?” He offered her a deal, watching as her wings drooped slightly and he knew he had her. Even as a demon, Arella was incapable of not lending a listening ear when asked for it.

“Fine,” She huffed. “You won’t leave until you say whatever you want too anyway but I don’t care about whatever lies you have for me. I already know the truth.”

“Sure, whatever ya say, doll.” He moved to sit on her bed, goading her into talking to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?!” She stomped over to him a pout on her face. “I’ll have you know, I’m very angry with you. You-!”

Mammon cut her off with a kiss as he pulled her down on the bed with him. The surprise was enough to shock her out of demon form as she wrapped her arms around his neck. When he pulled away, he held her gaze with his.

“I’m sorry for not bein’ there for ya... I messed up- alla us did and we’re so sorry but don’t think for a second that I don’t love ya. Ya mean the world ta me.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it, you infuriating demon. I heard the two of you flirting in the dining room that one night... You didn’t even ask her to stop.”

“Yeah, it sure probably sounded like that, didn’t it? We weren’t flirting with each other. Melissa asked me to help her practice her pick-up lines for Satan. She ain’t interested in me and I made it clear I wasn’t lookin’ for it if she was ‘cuz I had you.” he poked a finger at the center of her chest.

“But... but... You didn’t say anything. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped too.”

“’Cuz I’m a idiot and it never occurred to me what kinda impression you’d get from it. C’mon, Treasure, this ain’t news.” He tries to flash her a smile. “’N before I knew it, almost a year had passed... I felt really guilty and tried ta call ya... but you’d already made up yer mind... Ya got me good, kid. I learned my lesson the hard way...”

Arella frowned as she watched his eyes for any sign of a lie. “How am I still alive? How did I suddenly become a demon...? I carved that long gash up my arm deep for a reason.”

“We gave ya my blood... jus’ a small amount but it did the trick. We turned ya and ya healed up immediately.” He pressed their foreheads together. “None of us know what we’d do without ya. And the fact that we almost lost ya two days ago scares us... We’ll make it up to you somehow. Even if it takes thousands of years.”

“You, specifically, can start tonight. Do you know how many date nights or movie nights you’ve missed? How much I’ve missed just having you in bed with me? I’m not letting you go for the rest of the night!” Arella hugs him closer to her. “That’s what you can do start making it up to me.”

“Yeah, sure thing, Babydoll, but we’re gonna sleep in my room. Ya don’t need this room anymore.” he hums as he shifts his arms under her and lifts her up, carrying her up to his room for the night.

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The pair sleeps so late into the next morning that they end up missing breakfast. By time they come remotely close to even wanting to roll out of bed, Levi is already banging on Mammon’s door.

“It's noon already, guys! Get your butts out of bed! You’ve had Arella too long! Stop being greedy with her.” It's not the Avatar of Envy’s typical wakeup call but desperate times call for desperate measures. He had a whole stock pile of games he was dying to play but was saving the initial play through to be with Arella and he couldn’t take it anymore. Unlike Melissa, she was actually in to all the niche horror games that were supposed to come out over the past year.

“What’s he ramblin’ about now?” The Avatar of Greed looks up at his door before letting his head fall back on the pillow as he groaned. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Then you can stay in bed.” Arella presses a kiss to his cheek before rolling away from his grasp. “I think your brother is only interested in me anyway considering he’s not saying anything about the money you owe him.

“But I don’t want you ta go,” The demon gives his mate the biggest puppy dog eyes in an attempt to get her to come back to bed with him. “Levi’ll keep ya all day.”

“And you’ll have me all night. I promise. Besides, I missed hanging out with him.” She turns to the door. “I’ll be there shortly, Levi!”

“Fiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeeee,” Mammon groans, sulking just a little bit and Arella laughs at his reaction.

“Oh? Is that a hint of sulking I detect coming from you?” Her tone is teasing, “You- the demon who’s been ghosting me for the past eleven months to the point where I thought you weren’t interested in our relationship anymore- is sulking because I’m going to end up spending the rest of one day with your little brother? I’m starting to detect double standards here, my dear.”

“Oh, shaddup,” He chucked a pillow at her head as they both laughed. “Just go and get dressed.”

“I will,” She made a ‘hmph’ like sound before running off to change out of her pajamas. “I’m stealing one of your flannels by the way.” She informs him as she walks out of the walk-in closet fully dressed.

“The hell you are!” He scrambles out of bed and chases her down as she leaps up the stairs and makes a break for it down the hall toward Levi’s room. As she runs, Arella thinks maybe being a demon has its perks after all.

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“So what games are we playing first?” Arella makes herself comfortable on the floor next to the third born.

“It's another time loop horror game where if you don’t solve the mystery before times up your character has a permadeath and you have to go through everything again with the suspect being a new person each time. I promise this time it won’t affect us... Maybe.”

Arella laughs at that, remembering back to that time where they had to ferret out someone’s wish before the time loop reset. “Let’s just hope for your sake it doesn’t. I dread to see what Lucifer might do to you.”

“Yeah,” the purple-haired demon smiles as they begin the game.

After a couple hours of the two demons playing niche horror games, they took a bit of a break.

“I missed days like this... The days where we’d binge anime or play games.... I wish I hadn’t gotten forced into helping the others... Initially, I wasn’t going to since we already have one couple doing gross normie things. We didn’t need another.”

Arella laughs at that. “So, who was it that twisted your arm into helping?”

“Asmo bullied me into it. They were so relentless about it that I just got fed up and caved.”

“You know what, that tracks.”

“I really am sorry... You don’t hate me, do you?”

Her eyes widen at that. “No, Levi. I don’t hate you and I don’t think I can. You know I’ve never been one to hold grudges- especially with the seven of you. I always seem to forgive you guys eventually... And it seems like you all feel remorse for what happened so there’s no need to stay mad at any of you...”

“You know... Lucifer cried for you... when he and Mammon brought your body back to us two days ago... he was crying- they both were... And that’s when we really realized what we had done to you... that you were gone.”

“But I’m back now,” the demon says softly. “And this time, you guys won’t be getting rid of me. I’ll be around for the rest of your lives and I can’t think of a better way to spend it. Now, let’s get back to the game. I don’t know about you but I can’t wait to see what happens next.”

Levi only nods in return as he turns back to the tv.

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“Arella!” Asmo links their arm with hers as they drag Arella off to their room. “How’re you feeling now? Better?”

“Uh... Yeah, thanks for asking. Where are we going?”

“My room, of course! We’re going to have a little bit of a spa day. No offense, but your skin looks absolutely trashed. Plus, now that you have a demon form, I can show you all the best oils and polishes that I use on my horns and I heard from Beel that you have the prettiest black wings that are just like Lucifer’s- okay, the pretty part I added on but still! I know some inexpensive, but quality oils to use when you preen them that’ll keep them looking pristine at all times.”

“Thank you, Asmo, I appreciate it.”

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As the pair sat on the floor in the Avatar of Lust’s room, face masks in place, Asmo pulled out their endless collection of nail polish. They took one of Arella’s hands in theirs as they thought about what colors would work best for her that wasn’t already used for their brothers.

“How would you feel about a magenta? Or maybe- no, Lord Diavolo’s nails are black so it would be a repeat... Oh, oh what about that glittery gold that you like when we pair it with a black base? I bet you’d look good with rose gold nails too.”

“What about black with a gold design? It would be a bit different wouldn’t it plus I can’t remember anyone having designs on their nails. Aside from when you do nail art on yourself.”

“That’s genius! Why didn’t I think of that? Anyway, let’s get started.” The demon sets to work on her nails, letting out a satisfied hum once the first layer is done. While they waited for it to dry, Asmo pulled out some issues of DevilStyle for them to read. Some of their outfits had been featured in the latest issue and since some of them had been ones Arella had helped them refine months ago, they wanted her to see how their hard work paid off.

“They look amazing, Asmo.” She smiles as her eyes shine. “Is that the one we worked on together?”

They nodded. “Mhm. Mammon even modeled one of them. That one specifically, I tailored to him myself so it would look its best.”

“Can I see it? How long ago did he do this shoot?”

“Three months ago.” They turned to the centerfold. “He looked fantastic in it.”

“That he does- but then again when doesn’t he?”

“Oh, you’re just saying that because you’re biased.”

“Mmm, you’re not wrong.” and they both laughed softly at that. “So... I heard you were the mastermind behind trying to get Melissa and Satan together?”

“Yeah... It took forever too. I only thought it would take a few weeks since he’s my brother and I should know his tastes better than anyone but almost eleven months? It feels like a failure to my matchmaking skills.”

“So that’s why you were always busy with Melissa, huh? At least it worked right?”

“Thank the stars it did. But I was starting to think that it would never happen. Sorry we didn’t include you in the planning- we really should have... I really caused you a lot of pain, didn’t I?”

Arella nodded. “It hurt a lot thinking you guys had grown bored of me. Especially with Melissa being so much more than I ever could be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, look at me...” Arella makes an up and down motion with her hands. “She’s gorgeous. Long legs, blonde hair with pretty brown eyes that bring you in, skinny but not sickly looking. Right off the bat, she looked like she belonged here with you guys. And then you have me who regularly looks like a hot mess. I’m scrawny, far too skinny and I look like a midget standing next to any one of you. I guess for as much as I seem to fit in with you all, there’s always been a part of me that hasn’t. And I guess, once Melissa got here, it felt more prominent. Your little plan which took up everyone’s free time didn’t help.”

“I’m sowwy.... You’ll forgive me, right?” Asmo gave her the puppy dog eyes.

“What do you think, hmm?”

The Avatar of Lust threw their arms around her- careful of their face masks. “I knew you would. C’mon it’s time to get these face masks off.” They offered their hand to Arella as they went to go wash their faces off.

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Arella admired her freshly painted nails as she walked down the hall. Unbeknownst to her, she was being stalked by a certain white-haired demon. He was quiet, sneaking up on her before he grabbed her.

“Gotcha!” He laughed as she let out a small squeak. “You’re mine now. C’mon, we’re goin’ out.”

“Out? Out where?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“A date, obviously. Told ya I was gonna make it up to ya for missin’ all them date nights...” he smiled as he set her down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m not takin’ no for an answer.”

“Alright, Alright.” she hummed. “I wouldn’t tell The Great Mammon ‘no’ anyway.” She laced their fingers together. “So, where’re are you taking me, love.”

“It's a surprise, so I can’t tell ya.” And with that the pair made their way out on the first date they’d had in months.

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As the days went on, Arella found herself being tugged in all different directions by the brothers. There were days where as soon as they got out of class, Beel was dragging her off to a new café that had opened up that week or Belphie was taking up the rest of her free time with multi-hour-long naps- something Mammon had some choice words about.

Satan and Arella would exchange books for light reading as they sat in the library together and discussed their favorites. Sometimes Melissa would join them too, just as ecstatic about the books she’d gotten from the both of them. Lucifer would leave her teas order specifically from the human world that she often enjoyed. They had even returned to their occasional late-night chats over the same teas.

At school, Luke would often cling to Arella- not caring that she was now a demon as to him she would always just be Arella, human or otherwise- while Simeon only observed them with slight amusement, only to pull the small angel away once they had to split up for classes. The older angel had taken to calling or texting almost nightly to check on her.

Solomon-bless his heart- had started hanging around more, making various dishes for her to try at lunch and asking for her opinions on them. Having never learned from her prior experiences with the sorcerer's cooking, Arella still ate them out of both curiosity and politeness. Now that she was a demon, for some reason Arella had actually come to appreciate and enjoy the meals Solomon would make for her. The pair even joked about Arella making a pact with him but it was just that: a joke.

Now that it was months later, Arella felt even more ridiculous about ever feeling unloved by the people in her life- something they had proven untrue with their actions. Even with Melissa staying with them for an extended period of time after what should have been the end of her exchange year, Arella never felt cast aside for the blonde again. The pair had even begun hanging out together on their own without the influence of their housemates- something that Arella had wanted since Melissa first gotten there.

“So, what would you like to do today, Melissa?” Arella asked as the two women walked down the street. “I know you’re getting close to your return to the human world... its only a few weeks off.”

“Yeah... I don’t even know where to begin.” The blonde sighed. “What did you do during the last few weeks before you left after the initial year here was up for you?”

“I spent most of my time hanging out with the boys. They were all really upset to see me go... Are you planning to come back at some point? And what about you and Satan? Are you two going to keep in touch? You’re very good for each other- like two peas in a pod.”

“We’re going to, yes.” She confirmed. “I’ll still have my D.D.D. when I go back so we’ll talk and video chat through there. I’m going to miss you all though. I’ve had so much fun over the past year and half and it's all thanks to you guys.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” The demon smiles. “No one here is going to forget you. Make sure you try to come back at some point. They guys and I would be very happy to have you back.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Melissa hums as they enter the arcade.

After that it seemed like life had gone back to a somewhat normal house hold just with one more added on. Everything was at peace now even with some of the days where Arella feels less than good about herself. But she always had one of her seven demons there to remind her just how precious she was to them. During those times, she couldn’t think of a more suiting way to enjoy the rest of her long life.

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Part 3 (the bad ending)

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tuanyiems · 3 years

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Ice Choco

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 4k plot: you’re nervous about spending the holidays with his parents, but you should be more nervous about the boy who can’t seem to take his hands off of you, established relationship!au christmas!au warnings – fingering, teasing, slow sex, unprotected sex, creampie, this one’s extra fluffy I think, it’s Christmas after all :’) a/n – Christmas came early hehe enjoy! part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

You smile fondly at the twinkling fir tree, golden lights and sparkling red bulbs drape over its forest green body. Chocolate squares wrapped in silver foil that you and Yugyeom had hand wrapped yourselves hang on red ribbons throughout the tree. You pluck one off and pop it into your mouth. The peppermint chocolate melts on your tongue, coating your mouth in sweetness.

When Yugyeom first invited you to join his family for the holidays, you were anxious. It hadn’t even been three months since you started dating. You wondered if you were moving too fast. Would his family judge you? Would Yugyeom realize how awkward of a person you were? Would you be left sad and alone on your favorite holiday?

It was only after plenty of reassurance from Yugyeom that you decided to just go for it. You liked Yugyeom, a lot, and despite the short time you’ve been dating, every day has been full of happiness. And if his family was anything like Yugyeom, you would probably like them too.

And that’s how you found yourself here, in the Kim’s living room on Christmas Eve. Unlike what you had imagined, his parents welcomed you with open arms. You learned exactly where Yugyeom got his warmth and kindness.

And as if this moment couldn’t be more picturesque, a full moon hung in the night sky like a shining ornament.

“Pretty,” Mrs. Kim interjected, stepping beside you.

“It is,” you smile, looking out the window.

“No, I was talking about you dear,” she grins, squeezing your arm.

“O-oh,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat.

Laughing, Mrs. Kim tilts her head back the same way Yugyeom laughs when he’s teasing you. “Aren’t you a cutie! Yugyeom did good finding you.”

“T-thanks,” you sputter, not sure what to do with yourself. You fix at the red plaid pajamas the Kim’s gifted you with this morning. “I’m glad you invited me…or, well, I don’t know if you invited me. I don’t know if you knew about me. Maybe Yugyeom just brought me without notice. Oh, I hope he didn’t-”

Giggling, Mrs. Kim pulls you into a side hug.

“Sorry,” you apologize, taking a deep breath. “What I mean is, you’ve been so nice. I’m happy to spend the holidays with you and your whole family. Really, thank you.”

“Not at all,” Mrs. Kim scrunches her nose, smiling. “It’s nice to have another woman in the house. Tomorrow, my daughter-in-law will be joining us too!”

“I can’t wait to meet her and your eldest son!” You agree, “I’ve heard so many great things from Yugyeom.”

She nods, giving your arm another squeeze. “Yeah, Yugyeom dotes on his brother so much. But until then, you can use Euigyeom’s old bedroom. I’ve prepared fresh sheets so you can get a good night’s sleep.”

“Fresh sheets won’t feel as cozy as my bedsheets though,” Yugyeom interrupts, coming up beside his mother.

Your eyes widen at his comment.

Mrs. Kim frowns, slapping Yugyeom on the arm. “No babies until you two get married!”

Yugyeom laughs at his mom and when he sees your mortified face, laughs even harder. You aren’t even sure which part of her sentence to be more flustered about—the fact that his mom just insinuated you two possibly having sex under her roof or that you’ve been dating for less than three months and she was already considering marriage!

Your skin feels like hot lava and you wonder if you might even hive up from embarrassment. That would be a first.

“Oh, I think we broke her,” his mom chuckles.

“Honey,” Mr. Kim interrupts, resting his hands over Mrs. Kim’s shoulders. “Let’s head to bed and let the young one’s talk.”

He sends you a wink before ushering his wife into their bedroom. When you hear their door shut, you let out a sigh, shoulders slumping. Yugyeom chuckles softly beside you, patting you on the back.

“I told you, you had nothing to worry about,” he says. “My parents love you already. I think they love you more than they love me.”

“Impossible!” you scrunch your nose, but your lips curl up anyways. “This afternoon when I was helping your mom in the kitchen, she kept talking about all the awards you won in high school. Class president, co-president of the dance club, winner of the youth dance competition. How come you never talk about dance? What else are you hiding from me?”

Yugyeom’s eyes crinkle into half moon shapes. “I also won first prize in the science fair in primary school,” he grins, winking at you playfully. “Your man made a pretty mean volcano back in the day.”

“Oh wow, a volcano? That beats the boy I dated for his solar system model,” you joke.

He smirks, putting his arm around you, “Definitely an upgrade, babe.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll ask to see the baby photos,” you tease, leaning into his embrace as you poke his chest.

Yugyeom tilts his head cockily to the side. “Not to brag, but I was a pretty cute baby. Just a warning, but you might fall in love with me.”

You roll your eyes. A little too late for that, you think to yourself, but that is a confession for another day.

“We should probably clean up and head to bed soon,” you smile, pulling away.

“Don’t wanna see Santa?” he teases.

You chuckle, clearing the living room of the abandoned mugs and plates with the exception of one plate of chocolate chip cookies. “I think it’s cute that your mom still keeps out cookies.”

He smiles, helping you empty the dishes into the sink. “Back when we were kids, they’d wake up at midnight and eat the cookies too.”

Lips jutting out, you stare at Yugyeom with big doe eyes, completely endeared. He glances at you before chuckling and slipping on the bright pink dishwashing gloves.

“On the downside, I got bullied for being the only kid in the neighborhood who still believed in Santa,” he adds.

“Aww, poor baby,” you coo, brushing the stray hair out of his eyes. “Tell me their names, I’ll go beat them up for you.”

“Bambam,” he quips making you laugh.

“Sorry, Gyeom, you’re on your own.”

He chuckles. “S’alright, I had my mom fight that battle.”

You let out a deep breath, leaning your elbows on the center island of the kitchen and admire Yugyeom from behind. He’s only in a plain grey t-shirt and matching red plaid pajama pants, and yet, he still looks handsome. Your eyes travel across his broad back. There is the faint hint of his tattoo underneath the thin cotton material.

When you first saw Yugyeom’s back tattoo, you were surprised but also found it very fitting. Black ink bled wings across his shoulder blades. In a way, Yugyeom came into your life like an angel. Your guardian angel, he liked to joke, saving others from your clumsiness.

You scoff at the memory, making Yugyeom turn to you with narrowed eyes.

“What are you snickering about back there?”

“Nothing!” you squeak, pursing your lips together like a child caught red handed.

He looks at you for a moment longer before turning back to the dishes, smiling to himself.

“I was just thinking,” you finally add after a pause. “I really enjoy the relationship you have with your parents.”

You watch his shoulders lift and you imagine he’s smiling. “Yeah, they’re my best friends,” he tells you over the sound of the running faucet.

“I’m jealous,” you confess softly. You assume he doesn’t hear you.

Unlike Yugyeom, you grew up in a strict household. The only memories you have of your biological father were all associated with fear and while you got along with your mother, you weren’t exactly close either. Of course, the two of you loved each other as most families did, but after experiencing a marriage of struggle, as soon as you were of legal age, your mom went off to chase her own freedom. Back in your late teens, this had put a strain in your relationship, but now that you are older, with your perspective matured, you grew to understand your mom and you’re glad that she’s found a happier life of her own.

Now, the two of you can talk openly about the ups and downs of adulthood and womanhood and everything in between.

But this was why you weren’t spending the holidays with your own family. The two of you had decided a few years back that New Year’s would be for family, Christmas is for love and adventure.

You watch as your love and adventure turns off the faucet and shakes the pink gloves off his arms. “Done!” he declares triumphantly, turning to you now.

“Looks like you’re going to make the nice list this year,” you compliment, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins down at you, “How about you sneak into my room and we can both make the naughty list.”

Your eyes widen, feeling your cheeks flush at the thought. Yugyeom laughs, throwing his head back.

“I’m just kidding, don’t have a heart attack!”

Slapping his chest, you pout. “Let’s go to sleep. I’m going to need the energy to deal with you tomorrow.”

But when your head finally sinks into the fresh sheets Mrs. Kim had prepared for you, sleep never comes. After washing up and saying goodnight to Yugyeom, it was like all the exhaustion washed away too. You are wide awake when the clock hits midnight.

It’s probably because you’re in a new environment. It’s been a while since you last slept in a stranger’s bed. You haven’t even slept at Yugyeom’s place yet! You always go home before it gets too late, or it’s him staying at yours.

Anyways, the nerves of meeting Yugyeom’s family along with the new environment and the thrill of Christmas combined is probably what’s keeping you up.

Sitting up in bed, you decide to fix up a warm drink. That should calm you, right?

Slipping out of bed, you sneak out of your bedroom on tiptoes, twisting the doorknob so slowly one might think you’ve been frozen. One thing about the Kim’s house is how eerily quiet the whole place is. Unlike your apartment where everything seemed to buzz—the fridge, the walls, the ceiling, you name it—this house was cloaked in silence.

It feels like an eternity when you finally get the door open big enough to walk through. Looking both ways in the dark hallway, you make a turn and tiptoe your way into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, you flick the island lights on, casting a dim spotlight at the center of the room. You squint, eyes adjusting to the lights before making your way towards the cabinets.

Helping Mrs. Kim with dinner this evening had paid off. You were already familiar with the kitchen setup.

Plucking a hot chocolate packet between two fingers, you swivel back to the island to boil the water. Pouring the brown powder into a mug, you let out a breath, waiting for the water to boil.

In the open window across from you, you are delighted to find a flurry of white illuminated by the dim light of a single lamppost. The snowflakes fall in fat clumps, as if in slow motion. The quiet realization that you will have a white Christmas after all, brings a soft smile to your lips.

“Hello, Santa,” a sudden voice breaks the silence, making you jump up in a silent shriek.

Standing in the shadows, at the doorway of the kitchen is a very amused Yugyeom, his hands clasped around his mouth to muffle his laughter.

“You scared me!” you whisper yell, one hand on your beating chest.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, not at all sorry, as he walks to your side behind the island. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“Making hot chocolate,” you explain, hands coming to fix at his bed head. “I couldn’t fall asleep. Want one?”

You’re already grabbing another packet from the cabinet before he can answer you.

“I can make you an ice choco,” you smile up at him, eyes forming crescents. They look shinier under the lights. He feels a flutter in his stomach.

Smiling quietly, Yugyeom nods. For a moment, the two of you stand in easy silence. Only the sound of the water boiler can be heard. Yugyeom’s eyes follow where yours are staring and his heart warms. You look so happy, it’s endearing. You must be the only person in this city who hasn’t been jaded from the snowstorms that hit every winter.

Coming from behind, Yugyeom wraps you in his arms, bending to rest his chin in the crook of your shoulder.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers into your ear, gazing out at the falling snow.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, turning, you hold his face in one palm and press a kiss to his cheek. He squeezes you tighter in his arms.

When the water boiler clicks off, water now hot and bubbling, you move to grab it but Yugyeom holds you tight, pulling you closer to his chest. You giggle softly, tilting your head at him curiously. He answers you with cold fingers sliding underneath your shirt. It sends you shivering all over.

“Yugyeom!” you squeak in surprise, making futile attempts to escape his grasp.

“I know something else we could do to get you sleepy,” he whispers, breath on the shell of your ear.

“Y-your parents are right down the hall!” you stutter, gulping back the whimper that threatens to escape your throat.

Yugyeom licks a stripe up the shell of your ear, “And sleeping.” You can feel his smirk against your ear.

“I-w-we can’t,” you whine, unconvincingly.

“But you want to,” he says matter-of-factly, hands sliding up your skin. You feel him inhale when his palms come around the supple flesh of your breasts. “No bra? You naughty girl.”

Your protests catch in your throat when he begins to knead at your breasts, rolling both nipples between his thumbs. You whimper, head falling back onto his shoulder at the sensation. His fingers brush against the sensitive buds gently, barely there. It makes your knees weak and your core throb with want.

Yugyeom presses himself into your back and you can feel him hard against you. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to control myself today. Do you know how many hard ons I had to hide from my parents?”

You break into a smile, grinding your ass harder into him. “Is that why you were hugging that throw pillow all day?”

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Yugyeom warns, pinching you between his thumbs. “I saw the way you were looking at me. I can read you like a book, baby. Bet you’re already wet.”

Yugyeom presses a kiss to your jawline before sucking down your throat. Your breath skips at the fluttering feeling. “G-gyeom, I-I can’t have hickeys.”

He groans softly against you, biting softly at your jugular before letting go. “You don’t get to call the shots, babe.”

The sternness of his voice makes you whimper, which he catches easily with his own lips on yours. Yugyeom kisses you roughly, tongue overpowering yours just the way you like it. When his hand dips down past the waistband of your pajama pants and panties at once, your eyes fall shut, relishing the sudden intrusion.

“Fucking wet,” he smirks, dipping two fingers between your folds. He gathers your slick, spreading it in circles around your sensitive bud. You whimper, knees going weak.

All too soon though, his hand leaves you, making you whine. He holds his fingers up in the light, admiring the glistening web of arousal. As if practiced, you open your mouth for him and he slides his fingers into your mouth. You whimper at the tang of yourself melting on your tongue.

“Tell me you want me,” he mutters, lids heavy as he slides his fingers in and out of your mouth. You run your tongue around his fingers expertly until you’ve licked him clean.

Yugyeom swallows, watching you suck on his fingers and imagines you sucking other things of his. The very thought makes him shiver. Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, letting you speak.

“Please Gyeom,” you whine, breathless. “I want you. Need you inside me already.”

It’s music to his ears and he wants to tease you more, but his patience has already run out. Having spent the better half of this day sporting blue balls, Yugyeom just wants to fuck you senseless.

It catches you by surprise when he slips his thumbs down your waistbands and pulls, leaving your ass bare behind the kitchen island. Before you can even feel embarrassed about the sudden exposure, Yugyeom’s finger are back on you, making you whimper while his other hand makes quick work with his own pants and boxers. His cock springs free, red and throbbing.

“You look so delicious like this,” he whispers into your ear, hands squeezing your ass. Oh, how he would have loved to slap your ass until you were red with his fingerprints. Biting his lips, he pushes his dick between your thighs instead.

“Ooh,” you let out a satisfied sigh, your clit rubbing along the length of his cock. Your thighs are soft and warm around his length, it’s unfair, Yugyeom thinks. Your pussy is weeping with desperation, the arousal drips down, coating his dick so that each time he thrusts between your legs, it is deliciously smooth. Everything about your body is heavenly, like it was made for him.

Already, you’re panting, a thick whine straining in your throat. His hot cock rutting between your thighs just teases at your sensitive bud. Your pussy lips clench around nothing and only succeeds in making the ache in your core more despairing.

“Gyeom, please,” you breathe out, hands coming up to run through his hair, your fingers thread around his black strands, before pulling into your fists. Yugyeom enjoys the ache in his scalp.

When he pulls his cock away, you almost yell out loud, lips pouting from the lost sensation. He answers you with a smirk, nudging his foot between yours, he forces your legs apart. Your hands grip at the counter for support, fingers pressing down hard when he slides two fingers into you without warning.

Immediately, you bite at your bottom lip, fighting the moan that threatens to escape you as he dips his fingers into you over and over, stretching at your velvety walls. His fingers are long and practiced, finding the rough, spongy patch inside you quickly.

Your eyes squeeze shut, the ghost of a whimper panting from your lips as he curls his fingers, sending shivers straight to your core. Over and over, he does this, until you’re tightening around his digits. All too soon, your knees are buckling, mind going numb from the sensation.

And then, he pulls out of you.

You gasp, eyes opening wide while Yugyeom chuckles darkly.

Before you can complain, he kisses your temple sweetly. “Not yet, baby,” he whispers soothingly.

You feel Yugyeom stepping closer between your legs and then the head of his cock teases at your entrance, sliding up and down your folds, spreading your slick on him.

You’re about to whine for him to stop teasing when you hear the creak of a door opening. Eyes widening, your heart jumps to your throat when the sound of footsteps shuffling against the floors, echoes like a blaring drum from down the dark hallway.

Your breath hitches when Yugyeom sinks his cock into you slowly. Your palm flies to your mouth, just as he slides all the way in, balls pressed to your ass. He leans into you so that his chest is hard-pressed against your back. You can feel his breath on your skin as his lips press against the nape of your neck.

The door of the bathroom opens and closes.

“Shh,” he mumbles against you, slowly pulling out of you. The friction is so delicious, you can’t help the whimper that muffles against your palm. “Wouldn’t want to get caught with my dick inside you…would you?”

He fucks into you, one hand coming to your throat at the sound of your muffled moan. He squeezes at your throat, softly at first. When he feels the way you clench around his cock, he bites into your shoulder, hiding his groan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” he whispers into your ear, fingers tapping at your throat. You nod your head eagerly, rutting yourself onto his dick.

He bites at his lip, squeezing around your neck. At the sound of the water faucet running, Yugyeom ruts into you hard, his free hand coming to rub circles around your clit. You pant, breath constricting and eyes rolling. You love the way he fills you entirely. His slow thrusts hit you deep every time, keeping you at the edge of euphoria.

When the bathroom door opens, Yugyeom’s fingers rub at your bud even faster, sending your heart facing and electric currents straight to your core. You’re so close, it hurts. Tears brim at the corner of your eyes, your voice threatening to break as your ears strain to hear the footsteps coming closer.

You can feel your vein pulsing against your forehead as Yugyeom continues to thrust his cock into your sopping hole, sliding deep into your cunt.

The door of his parents’ bedroom squeaks like slow motion. Please, please go back to bed. Shut the door. All you can hear is your heart pounding in your own ear and Yugyeom’s stifled breathing.

And then you hear the click.

Yugyeom lets go of your throat to hold the edge of the counter instead and the air that invades your lungs while he fucks into you hard send you off the edge.

“Mmmmm,” a strained moan escapes your throat as you collapse onto the island, body jerking as your orgasm hits you in waves. Yugyeom continues his ministrations on your clit, his own balls straining at the way your pussy pulses around him, impossibly tight.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, rocking himself into you as you slowly come down from your high. He caresses your throat lovingly, placing soft kisses to your jawline until he’s spilling into you with a quiet groan.

You shiver, his moan tickling the shell of your ear as your pussy pulsed around his cock, sucking up each hot spurt of cum that shot into you.

“God,” he sighs, sweaty forehead pressing into your shoulder. He all but collapses on you. “I love you so much.”

Both you and Yugyeom freeze. His softened cock slips out of you and he rushes to help clean the cum that drips out of your pussy. Stumbling, Yugyeom haphazardly pulls the band of his pants back up while grabbing a towel from behind him.

You barely even notice the stickiness that drips down your thigh as Yugyeom wipes the damp towel across your skin. Instead, you stare down at his fluffy hair, a smile stretching across your face.

“Gyeom,” you say softly as he fixes your pants back up, still refusing to look at you. Your fingers thread through his hair softly, “Gyeom.”

When he tilts his head up, he looks so worried. You feel your heart squeeze.

“Gyeom,” you smile softly, helping him back up to his feet. “I love you too.”

He blinks like he’s heard you wrong. “You love me too?”

You nod, giggling now. “I do. A lot.”

Yugyeom pulls you into a kiss.

“You love me!” he repeats against your lips and then he is kissing you again until you are both giggling against each other.

#got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #kim yugyeom #got7 smut #fluff #christmas au #holiday au #fanfic #writing #got7 series #le chocolatier series

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mymoodwriting · 3 years

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Anomaly

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Angels/Demons AU

Warning: None

Words: 2.1K

Chapters:

Prompt: You grew up in a happy home despite being abandoned as a child. Or at least it was happy until one revelation starts shinning a light on all the questionable things that surrounded your family. That is if they ever had your best interest at heart.

“So… you’re fallen angels?”

“Yup.”

Winter showed off her wings, shaking them a bit so you could see all the fluffy feathers. Her wings were beautiful, and it was nice to see them up close without worrying about a fight going on.

“I can’t believe you… exist…”

“You’re the actual miracle here. My kind can exist far easier than you.”

“So what happened? How did you… fall?”

“Heaven is full of rules, and if you break those you’re out.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Yup.”

“What did you do?” You slapped a hand over your mouth. “Sorry, that’s not my business…”

“It’s alright. I just got involved in human affairs I wasn’t supposed to.”

“You were helping people?”

“More or less.”

“And they kicked you out for that?”

“Like I said, heaven has strict rules.”

“It doesn’t sound like such a nice place.”

“Not for me, but for you it’s still paradise.”

“For me?”

“You’re half human, so you have a soul that can go up to heaven if your time ever comes.”

“I never thought of that.”

“And don’t worry about it, you still have so much to do with your life. We can show you all kinds of magic you can do, and help you with your powers.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, we’re kinda like family.”

“Right, you were once angels.”

“I don’t miss it, so don’t feel bad. I can’t wait to see what you can do.”

♥♥♥♥♥

While you were chatting with the other girls, Xiumin had stepped into another room with Karina. There was warding all over the place for protection and to prevent eavesdropping, so they could speak freely.

“Now you better tell me why you brought a nephilim to my domain, and don’t leave out any details.”

There was no reason to lie, about anything, so Xiumin told the truth. He told Karina how he found you, why he kept you, and what had been going on the last few weeks.

“… that’s… touching… but you’re also crazy, you know that?”

“I do.”

“By taking in a nephilim you painted a target on your back.”

“Perhaps, but things are different, and I don’t like it.”

“What do you mean?”

“If the angels really wanted her dead, they already had multiple chances. It’s concerning, since it means they’re not trying to kill her, but capture her.”

“Angels not hunting nephilim… that doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s not, and I have no idea what they’re planning.”

“Heavens changed. They’ve been losing power over the decades. When an angel dies power is lost, and they can’t regain their numbers like other creatures.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I think… angels suddenly trying to take a nephilim alive means they’re hunting for power.”

“Power?”

“I’ve lost contact with some of my fallen brothers and sisters. It’s not like them to go radio silent like this, we’re all bonded by our choices, by what we are, and this has only made me worry.”

“You guys are one of the few who can take on angels, and archangels. It’d make sense they’d crack down on hunting you.”

“That’s not it. All angels are connected by divine power. They can communicate across the globe with one another, and when one dies they all feel it. Despite being a fallen, that type of connection still exists, just separate from the angels, with that said… I haven’t felt a death.”

“So the angels are taking fallen too. That’s very risky, and to what end?”

“Purification.”

“What?”

“I was an angel once, divinity still exists within me. I could be purified and return to heaven.”

“You can what!”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, the process takes a lot of power, and comes at a cost. It was used way back then, when angels had more wiggle room to rebel, and the rebels didn’t do such drastic things.”

“What happens if you are purified?”

“Burning pain that cleanses you of evil, body and mind. If you’ve ever seen a quiet little angel that’s the definition of a good soldier, chances are they’ve been purified. The process destroys the mind, capable of turning an archangel into a perfectly obedient weapon. If the angels really are going after power, it’s a smart move to start collecting fallen and increasing their numbers.”

“Fuck.”

“I don’t like it either, but this is just a theory.”

“Too much makes sense if it’s not.”

“Nothing’s confirmed, but we all need to be on guard. If angels really are gathering power, using these methods, they must be planning something.”

“Then let’s not panic the others and keep this to ourselves.”

“Do the rest of your kind know about y/n?”

“Yes.”

“I’m talking in regards to the angels hunting her.”

“No, they don’t know about that, and I rather not reveal it either.”

“Why not? This information can save them, save her.”

“I brought her here cause she needs help, she needs to control her powers. Unless she truly believes her life is in danger, she won’t work hard to master her abilities.”

“Your motives are still cruel. She’s only known the truth about her existence for a few months now, and she believes she’s being hunter simply because she lives. Divine power or not, she is still human, and a child at that, I can’t imagine the psychological toll this is taking.”

“This is for her own sake, for now.”

“I hope so.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“Wow…”

Seeing Winter and Giselle go at it in training was like a dream. They had their wings out, weapons engulfed in black flames. They were good, and seeing how different their fighting style was compared to how you’ve been training, you were excited to learn. Of course they wanted to see what you can do, so a little one-on-one was called for. You were nervous but also determined to show them you weren’t an easy target. Giselle still wiped the floor with you.

“You got potential.” Giselle helped you up. “So that’s good, we don’t need to start from scratch.”

“I feel like I still have to.”

“Demons fight differently, more focused on getting up close and being aggressive. With your power, you don’t need to do that.”

“You were fighting with your wings earlier, is that something we can do?”

“Yeah. I know they might seem fragile now, but they’ll get stronger and then you can use them as a weapon and a shield. Check this out.” Giselle plucked a feather from her wings, showing it to you. “We’re never really defenseless as our feathers can become sharp as blades when plucked.”

“Really? That’s crazy… do you know if I have a halo?”

“I wouldn’t think so, given that comes from real divinity and you’re a nephilim.”

“Oh, I see… you had a halo once, right?”

“It’s not as cool as you might think. Besides, it’s not that unique.” Giselle created what looked like a halo with black flames. “You can mimic the design easily, I’ll show you when we get there.”

“And you have black fire.”

“Yup. Low level demons, black and yellow eyed, tend to wield regular fire, a red eyed demon wields red fire, angels have white, and fallen have black. It helps distinguish power levels, although the fire can always be normal too, but I like the black, it has a nice flair.”

“White? I thought it was gold?”

“As a nephilim, I suppose yours is gold.”

“Really?”

“You’re unique after all. Come on, there’s something else we can show you.”

Despite this place being a club on the first two floors, the other two were where these girls called home. Giselle took you up to the library, Ningning greeting you both.

“The books here are very old.” Ningning informed. “So I would ask you to be careful.”

“How old are they?”

“Very old, and very uncommon. The demons aren’t allowed in here as a lot of these books talk about divine power.”

“You mean… angel stuff?”

“Yup. Because of the divine energy you have, there’s a certain type of magic you can wield. There are special runes for you that can heal you and make you stronger.”

“Wow, that’s so cool. I’ve learned a lot about runes from the guys, but I could never use any.”

“The ones in these books you can.”

♥♥♥♥♥

The others had remained down in Karina’s office, not allowed to go up with you. They weren’t eager to let you go off alone, but they knew the fallen weren’t enemies. Although you eventually came down as Karina and Xiumin were both looking for you. It made you a bit nervous, cutting into all your previous excitement.

“I think it’s best if you stay.” Karina said. “I’m told you have some control over your powers, but you need special training only we can give you.”

“I understand that… but I don’t want the others to leave.”

“Hm…”

“They’re my family, and I wouldn’t be alive today if not for them.”

“I don’t exactly like the idea of having demons around, but if you pull your weight around the club, I’ll consider that as you all paying for your stay.”

“That sounds fair.” Xiumin said. “Deal.”

“Ya! We’re not gonna talk about this?” Kai questioned. “Since when do you decide on your own?”

“We have nowhere else right now, besides, y/n needs to stay and if she wants us to stay as well, that’s the least we can do.”

It might have been annoying at first, but they all got used to it. Being at a club wasn’t so bad, although only the young ones enjoyed the dance floor. You started some proper training, learning more about your powers, and studying some new runes. Even though this was serious, the girls never wanted to hurt you too bad. They were no longer angels, but they still saw you as one of their own, and a special one at that. Although Karina always kept a close eye on you, keeping to Xiumin’s word about secrecy in regards to heaven.

The boys were happy that you were happy, feeling more at home in such a place, feeling like you really belonged. For once you felt like you could really hold your own against the guys, and maybe one day actually kick their ass. You had the most fun learning how to control and manipulate your fire. It was crazy how you had this power within you and never used it before, not until that other night. Suho was very proud to see you make some real progress, feeling more at ease knowing you’d be able to take care of yourself if worse came to worse, but there were still secrets that had yet to be revealed.

“She’s doing good.”

Karina joined Xiumin up on the second floor balcony, watching the dancing crowds below. A club like Kwangya was a good place to hide out, everyone who came in was screened, and obviously no angels allowed. Although seeing all these different creatures around could complicate things as well.

“She’s a fast learner.” Xiumin added. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Xiumin.”

“Hm?”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“I should have mentioned this before, but you already dropped so much on me I needed to process.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Back when I was an angel… I remember a nephilim being born…”

“I’ve known you for longer than y/n has existed.”

“I wasn’t talking about her.”

“What?”

“Decades ago… one was born… I felt it… but I never felt it die, not before I fell.”

“Maybe it died after you fell?”

“At least three decades passed and there was no death. At first I thought maybe the child had been hidden, like what you did with y/n, but we both know that can’t last. Eventually they come into their power and hiding them becomes impossible. It’s only because they’re half human that they’re not directly connected with angels, but divine power can sense divine power.”

“So you think, another nephilim is alive?”

“It didn’t really occur to me now, not until you brought her to me and told me she’s not being sought after to die. The same could have happened before.”

“If heaven is really making a power play after all this time.” Xiumin pondered. “It would make sense they’d recruit nephilim instead of killing them.”

“That’s not my biggest concern.”

“What do you mean?”

“At best, there are two nephilim in this world. If the other is male, it means the two can mate.”

“Excuse me!”

“It’s a possibility, you can’t deny that. They’re both part human, meaning it’s a possibility, and is another way heaven can increase their power.”

“She’s just a kid.”

“Who’s growing up not knowing the truth.” Karina stared at the crowds, finding familiar faces and friends down below. “I’m just as worried as you are, but for different reasons.”

“What are you thinking?”

“She has to fall.”

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soulwillower · 4 years

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heart eyes • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: no ;)

warnings: swearing, smut, oral (fem receiving), body worship!!, fluff, road trip w the losers, underage drinking, body shots, praise kink bc its me, a lil dirty talk, this one is kinda tame, its fluffy :) ALSO THIS IS SO UNEDITED SORRY

i was going through all my writing and i found this smut i wrote a while ago!! im p sure its the first smut i ever wrote n i never posted it, i figured i would rn :)

[losers + reader are aged up 18+ in this.]

6.2k words lol

♡

“i mean this trip would’ve been fun, no matter what.��listen! guys, i love you! and... and i fucking love that we don’t always have to be inebriated to have fun.” stan exclaims, gangly limbs sprawled on the floor as ben starts giggling. stan pays no mind, “but listen, listen. i am soooo happy that we brought this stuff though, you know?” stan continues to babble on drunkenly, eliciting giggles from all the kids in the room. he’s waving an almost empty bottle of smirnoff. you giggle softly.

thankfully, ben had actually managed to sweet talk a coworker from the diner in order to score the losers a few handles of alcohol, and you’d nearly finished off the smirnoff and all are a few hearty swigs into the bottle of strawberry burnett’s and fireball.

your cheeks are very red.

you know your cheeks are burning.

but bill’s loose arm around your waist has your skin burning even hotter. you don’t want to think of it as anything more than platonic, because with a quick glance to your right, you see his other arm holding eddie in the same fashion. you're just friends, and always have been.

bill is just a very outgoing and flirty person when drunk.

and if you had voiced this aloud, bill denbrough would probably have had to agree. he barely felt his arm where it lay across eddie, but his arm that was cradling you feels like it is dead weight.

god, he’s got it so fucking bad for you. the conversation lulls as a familiar tune plays through the speaker, making most losers scrunch their nose and laugh. y/n and richie, as always, have other plans.

not even a measure into the song, richie screeches and pulls you into his chest, already swaying you as your alluring voices blend together as perfectly as they always do.

the two drunkenly sing together for the entire duration of the song, serenading each other in a sweet, albeit weird (in a way, bill decides, that only richie and you can achieve) fashion. the lanky boy twirls you around, and you're giggling and laughing and smiling so brightly, and the others are all smiling happily.

and bill just knows, looking from richie’s face, to stan, then mike, bev, ben, and then to eddie right next to him, that everybody in the room has just fallen a little more in love with you.

you're a fucking angel. just like heaven…

and, knowing deep down that it was highly unlikely, bill still hoped he could some day call that angel his own.

bill takes a moment to breathe as the seven of his best friends huddle in the weak circle they’ve formed after quite a few drinks.

the speaker plays soft music. the kind of music - you recall loudly to everyone with a smile - that ‘stanny’ plays in his own car on days in the summer when he lets you roll down the passenger side window and stick your feet out as they speed down the town roads.

“you know why-“ mike starts, interrupting himself with a hiccup. he giggles, and bill smiles. “-you know why i love you?” he says, question directed at ben. ben chuckles, face red from the contents of his near empty cup, and shrugs.

“no, wait, i’m not drunk enough for the sappy stuff.” you whine, biting your lip as you glances over to bill.

he averts his eyes, chastising himself in his head immediately after for being a little schoolboy.

“fine, y/l/n. truth or dare?” mike says with a cheeky smile. richie hollers and you scoff, shaking your head. across the room, eddie does the same.

“c’mon, mikey… i haven’t played that since sophomore year.” you say, face revealing a teasing smile which betrays your tone. bev shrugs, leaning back into ben’s chest. “dunno, could be fun.” she says.

bill watches closely as y/n sends a long look to bev, who shoots her best friend a suggestive glance.

bill wishes sometimes that he could hear beverly and y/n’s thoughts and secret conversations, but after a flash memory of the time when he walked in (after listening to silence for nearly three minutes before entering) on the two girls staring at the other in complete silence, he shivers and retracts that wish.

those girls were creepily telekinetic.

y/n’s sigh pulls bill back to earth. “fine.” you say, rolling your eyes and sounding bored. bill knew better than to believe y/n could really be bored. he stares at your body as you take a hefty swig from your cup, wiping your mouth and slurring, “truth.”

“out of all the people in this room, whose clothing style would you choose to swap with?” mike asks after some moments of silence. you look like you're thinking very, very hard and this makes bill laugh in drunken stupor. his friends shoot him a confused look, but attention quickly lies back on y/n.

“stan, maybe. or eddie bear.” y/n says, flopping into eddie’s lap, making him blush and card his fingers through your hair. “I love all those cute shorts.” you say, throwing a wink in richie’s direction.

bill has to laugh at the expression on the curly haired boy’s face. he has to admit, though, that eddie looks fucking great in those shorts. the two boys both respond idly, though, and the game continues, getting dumber and more risqué the more drinks they share.

mike admits to wearing briefs over boxers, bev admits that the first girl she kissed was y/n. ben has to jump into the broken hot tub, and eddie takes a body shot off of richie.

"bill, who do you think is the best kisser?" bev smirks, shooting a look that he doesn't understand but, on a much more transcendental level, understands too well.

"if you don't say me, i'll be mad." richie says, making kissy faces that make ben push the side of his face away with a chuckle. bill laughs lightly, but his lips move quicker than his brain. "y/n, probably."

seven pairs of eyes land on him and he blinks, face heating until he's surely a tomato. "wh-what? you a-asked." he says awkwardly, and to change the subject, stan clears his throat, "y/n's turn!"

bill shoots him a grateful look, but stan gives him a stare that screams make a move, dumbass.

"okay, dare." you mumble, cheeks slightly dark and a sweet grin on your lips.

“'kay. i dare you...” richie trails off as something catches his drunken eyesight away in the kitchen. he starts to giggle to himself, then. “take a body shot off of bill.” he says, pointing a bony finger at the innocent girl to bill’s left.

bill’s face pales at this, but the liquid courage has him pulling off his shirt at the encouragement of the others merely moments later.

“i’ve yet to take an actual body shot before.” y/n mumbles, explaining how you've always done them off shoulders or necks.

“lick, shoot, suck.” bill mumbles, staring at the ceiling. bill hears bev giggle quietly.

“don’t forget that last part, y/n.” richie piped up from across the room, the words being followed by a thud and a soft grunt.

“i couldn’t if i tried, rich.” you mumbles as your face comes into view. bill can only smirk up at you when he feels liquid pour into his navel.

“he’s gotta be flexing right now. there’s no way he’s that naturally ripped!” richie complains, his voice looted in a joke. ben laughs as bev slaps richie’s arm.

"sh-shut up, richie." bill mutters with an easy grin.

bill slips a lime wedge into his mouth and his tongue falls upon the rind, tasting the muted citrus flavor as salt is sprinkled in the stretched of his skin between his belly button and his waistband.

if he wasn't drunk, he'd be a blushing mess.

and he has to try harder than he's ever tried for anything in his entire life to not get hard as you suddenly lean over him, your hot tongue poking out to lick a stripe up the salt.

he suppresses a groan and then you shoot the shot from his stomach, everyone screaming and cheering and laughing. you're laughing too, and bill's shocked into a stupor by how casually and effortlessly beautiful you are.

you're leaning towards his face now, a soft smile on your face as your lips fall to pluck the lime from his mouth. but before you pull all the way back, he feels your soft lips touch his around the wedge and his whole body ignites, cheeks turning red.

but just as quickly as you were there, you're gone and he's left with the faint taste of lime and a heaving chest, the feeling of your tongue on his body ingrained into his mind.

it was about thirty minutes later that all the losers retreated to their rooms to pass out, bill following you a few steps behind. of course, when eddie and bev had planned the sleeping arrangements, they'd insisted that you two share a room. not that he's complaining, not at all.

bill barely gets a minute into the door before you're turning and stepping closer to him. his hands fall to your arms, in his mind as an excuse to steady you, but he knows its because he really just wants to feel you in his arms.

“do you really want to kiss me?” you purr, voice uncharacteristically quiet. and wow, that was out of left field. bill almost laughs, but refrains in case the inebriated girl in his arms took it the wrong way. “yes, y/n. a-always.”

you beam, a slight hiccup escaping your cherry lips as you get on your tippy toes. you're still half a head shorter than him even on your tips.

his heart thumps as he takes in your beautiful features up close, and he longs to feel your lips against his.

but, instead he shakes his head gently through his drunken state. your face falls and you step back. bill swears the angel’s wings start to droop and wilt as you seem to sober up slightly. you look sad and embarrassed and bill’s heart shatters a fragment.

“y-you’re drunk.” he says lamely, wishing that own his drunk eyes would get on board with his brain and quit running over this girl’s beautiful face and enticing curves. “w-we both a-are.” he adds, biting his lip.

you huff, turning around and bending over to pull sweats out of a drawer. “okay,” you mumble and he can’t read your voice much but he can tell you're upset.

in a drunk thought, he realizes he may never fully understand you.

bill bites his lip at the sight of your perky ass displayed like that in front of him and he wants to smack himself as he feels the familiar heat in his abdomen, turning around to give you privacy as you change.

he doesn’t turn around, as much as you both want him to.

richie once claimed that bill was hornier than he was, and while then he’d laughed especially hard at that claim, bill currently cursed richie a million times for being correct.

“would you reconsider if we were sober?” when a hand lands on bill’s shoulder, he turns to see you staring up at him, wearing a plain blue and white baseball tee and sweats.

it’s quiet for a moment. y/n holds your breath. bill himself lets out a breath after a moment. “you’re fucking beautiful.”

it’s not an answer to your question, even, but he says it before he even realizes it and the look on your face suddenly makes bill wish he could say things like that without stuttering forever if it meant it made you feel like that.

you turn bright red, head dropping down bashfully. you fail to hide your smile drop, though, and it makes bill feel slightly sick. “you don’t have to say that bill.” you whisper, sounding insecure. and then you slip under the dark green duvet of the bed.

bill tells himself that if he were sober, he’d speak up; have the courage to say all the things to you that his mind is constantly screaming.

you are fucking beautiful, everybody knows it..

all our friends see it...

mike once told me you were the hottest person in the school and that was before we even met you, now he also claims you’re the most thoughtful person in existence...

ben thinks you might be the smartest person in our generation...

bev is confident that you are going to change the world some day...

richie calls you his platonic soulmate...and says that you have second most rockin’ bod (second only because he’s trying to mack on eddie)...

eddie tells me every day how much he looks up to you and how much he admires your strength...

stan once told me that he’d marry you in a heartbeat...

(i think i’m falling for you...)

(and i hope you feel the same...)

your eyes look so innocent...but i know you’re not...

your lips look like they taste like candy...

you are so fucking pretty...

i want to put my dick in your mouth-

his last thought snaps him out of his drunken stupor and he quickly pulls on flannel pants and tugs off his shirt, not missing y/n’s eyes on his bare torso as he pulls on a shirt.

bill. you’re drunk, go to sleep, asshole.

he lays on the edge of the bed, turning off the lamp light and rubs his eyes. your eyes are closed, and you lay on your side, back facing him.

“i’m lucky t’have you, billy. we all are.” you mumble, and bill doesn’t even fight the bashful smile that climbs onto his face. you can’t seem him, anyways.

“g’night, billy.” you finish dreamily, snuggling the comforter and making bill swoon in the dark.

“g-goodnight, y/n.” he says quietly.

the next night was much more tame; the losers were worn out after a day of exploring and decided to go to the outdoor pool in the backyard of the b&b you'd rented.

you sit on the couch by yourself, knowing bill was in your room because he didn't feel like swimming.

but you were nervous to go in there, because you and bill hadn't been alone since last night when you'd basically confessed to him. and yeah, he'd sort of confessed back, but you could tell he was just trying to be considerate and not make it awkward for you or the rest of the losers.

with a sigh, you rising to your feet and padding to the closed door. soft music plays from the other end of the door and you smile as you hear bill hum quietly to bowie.

when you push the door open, bill’s figure is silhouetted by the faint orange glow that soaks the bedroom in gold and yellow light. crossing through the doorway softly, bill lifts his head and smiles softly.

you bite your lip at bill, who is sat dumbly on the edge of the bed, and it's quiet for a few moments but you know you're both thinking the same thing.

he stands to meet you only a few paces from his doorway, and he's so close to you that you have to tilt your head and stare up at him through dark lashes. his breath comes out like a whisper, and you feel desperate to know his lips again. but not like last night. you want all of him now - always. sober, drunk, sick, healthy, forever.

“bill..” you start, doe eyes searching his, as if trying to read him. he looks like he doesn’t know what to say because you both know the reason that your friends made you sleep together on this trip in this dim room and why he’s looking at you the way he is.

“please...” he whispers, a half smile on his face. his own voice cuts through the faint music playing through the silence. your lips lift in a smile at this. bill thinks you look the most beautiful he’s ever seen you.

he didn’t say anything but a plea, and yet you both know exactly what he’s saying.

your heart soars, and you grab his neck and he crashes his lips to yours desperately, letting out a quiet moan of relief.

you’ve never had somebody like him. of the few relationships you’d managed to keep up for a decent amount of time, you've never known someone like you know him - he's your best friend, the most important person in your life, and your first real love.

that used to scare you, but as you reach your hand to grasp his neck and pull him closer, you realize that this feeling in your stomach may not be as dangerous and innapropriate as previously thought.

because bill denbrough kisses like he’s taking his dying breath, like he’s drowning and you're the last bit of air left in the entire world. he kisses you like a starved writer desperate for a muse. his adamant tongue parted your shaking lips and sent tremors along your skin, as you clutch his chest.

his hands start on your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones as he tilts your head gently to deepen the kiss.

slowly, just as slowly as you fell for him, he slides his hands down your sides and grips your lower back with one large hand, the other squeezing your hip as he pulls your hips to him.

when you pull away for a second, he’s got an earth shattering, face-blinding smile on his lips that almost makes you want to cry.

you've never felt this breathless in your life, especially just by one boy, and all you can do is allow him to press you against dresser and catch your lips with his. his lips slot against yours hotly, moving with a kind of boyish expertise that makes your fingers tingle from all the way up to where they're nestled into his hair.

his plump red lips, slick and glossy, pull away from you and you watch with your hands carded through his auburn hair as he ducks slightly lower and kisses your jawline and your legs feel like jelly because you cannot believe it's happening. a song still plays through bill’s speakers.

one of your hands runs down his clothed chest and you gasp, having to bite back a squeal of pleasant surprise when one of his hands squeezes your ass. at your yelp of pleasure, bill chuckles and then his teeth bite down on the hollow of your throat.

he lifts his head to meet your eyes but doesn’t apologize, instead opting to shoot you a cocky lift of a brow at your reaction.

but before you can even roll your eyes, his lips are back to working magic and you're breathless, the heat in your stomach coiling and making you desperate.

you quietly moan his name as his tongue follows in his teeth’s wake; your neck slowly becoming the most beautiful piece of art bill has ever created.

eventually he raises his head again, his green eyes stuck on your neck, admiring the thunderstorm he’s started, and its everything you can do to not collapse when you get the courage to push bill softly and walk him towards his bed, your lips pressing needily to his.

bill gently spins on his heels around you and pushes you instead onto the mattress, and you're suddenly laying below him with wide eyes.

and you're grabbing his flannel and tugging him on top of you.

for a while, as bill holds himself up above you with his forearms, all that either of you can hear is the melodic tune of heart eyes by coin flowing from bill’s speakers and the sweet noise of their hands exploring each other.

honestly, the first time was unintentional.

while trying to move up, bill slowly rocks his hips against you. you gasp at the feeling of his semi-hard on pressing against your core, and bill almost moans at the noise of you alone.

a small moan escapes your throat again when he does it once more and he pulls away, clearly trying to hide his smug expression.

his eyes trail to your button up, admiring the trail of blossoming hickies reaching from below your jaw to the hem of your sweater, near the top skin of your breasts.

“c-can i?” he asks softly, and your face flushes pink as you nod shyly.

his hands reach out and slowly he undoes the buttons of the sweater, lips pressing sweetly on each bit of skin exposed as he slips the sweater off your frame. his lips against your skin leaves goosebumps in their wake.

you swoon at this action, but as the garment falls from your shoulders, you cross your arms and looks away softly.

“you don’t have t-to huh-hide from me, sweetheart.”

a piano melody plays softly in the background as bill coos quietly, turning your jaw with his forefinger so you're forced make eye contact. “hey. you’re s-so perfect. a-and i’m so fucking l-lucky.” he whispers sincerely.

and even through the expiring sunlight, the golden streams illuminating your face reveal a smile- a genuine, toothy, blushy, bashful smile that makes bill beam in return.

“please. luh-let me show you how m-much you mean.” he whispers.

you're glad you have enough self control to not burst out crying at bill’s words. if you were unsure if he wanted you before, this was the confirmation you knew you didn’t even need. and you love it all the same.

“please,” you whine softly, blushing harder at the pure look of love and lust on bill’s handsome face.

as his lips and hands flutter around your torso, you take in his figure and the god-like aura created by the music and the atmosphere of the world around you.

one word keeps circulating through your head, and as his fingers softly pinch your left nipple, you mewl and pull him up for a passionate kiss, deciding to let the word sit pretty in your mind.

you trails your fingers along the hem of his shirt and he leans back to let you unbutton it slowly. your lips find themselves against his hot skin, trailing in small kisses and bites down his chest as they follow your nimble hands. you cherish his smooth skin and taught muscles.

he soon turns to catch your lips with his, this time feverishly and deeply. he feels hungry against your lips, his tongue winning dominance instantly and smoothing around your mouth as he sighs against you, his hips rocking against you as your hands roam from his hair to his back and chest.

he pulls away, hands trailing down to your jeans, lips following his hands yet again, slower this time.

you whimper quietly at the feeling of white hot pleasure coursing through you and bill shoots you a smirk. “e-everybody is o-outside, y/n/n. we can be as loud as w-we want.” he says in a low tone, and you bite your lip in bliss. you feel yourself get wetter at his words, his voice sounding like royal velvet.

he stops his lips right at the button of your pants. “do yo-you want this?” he asks, his eyes welcoming, and you knows that if, for some absurd reason, you didn’t want him right now (or ever, honestly) you could be honest and he would be forever respectful of that.

“yes, bill. please.” you plead, hands carding into his hair as you watche him smile from in between your legs.

you watch as he unbuttons your jeans, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere across the room. you have to bite back a giggle at the boy's eagerness and he bites his lip as he stares up at you, green eyes sparkling and true as his head sinks lower.

he kisses the inside of your knees slowly, trailing his lips closer and closer to the apex of your thighs where you need him the most before switching to the other side. you groan at his teasing and his quiet huff of a laugh leaves his lips and fans over your thigh.

he’s done this before, it’s obvious.

and it’s probably also very obvious to bill that you are not used to this kind of praise, this kind of approval, and this much intimate attention on your own body. he loves it - loves that he can finally show you how you deserve to feel after years of watching you, his best friend, and waiting for the day that he could put his lips on yours.

his lips finally press a soft kiss over your red lace-clothed clit, and you let out a strangled moan, hips jilting involuntarily at the tease.

his eyes meet yours and all he does is wink.

cocky bastard, you think as bill slides your lace undies off your legs.

it suddenly dawns on you that you're completely naked and vulnerable in front of this boy, and yet somehow you feel more comfortable and at home than you've ever felt in a situation like this.

and you're not totally sure when exactly that fucking word starts to circulate in your mind again- perhaps it is when he licks the first, bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit, or maybe it’s when he uses one hand to gently pin your hips down while his tongue does wicked tricks. or perhaps it’s when he first slips a single finger in.

or maybe that word has been there, hiding in your mind, on the tip of your tongue, the whole time.

but you suddenly can’t think of anything besides bill, because he’s building a rhythm with his tongue and fingers and you know that if anyone is awake in the house besides you, they’d know exactly what was happening in your room currently. and you can't find it to care as you look down at bill, eyes staring back at you with a cocky look on his face as his face is buried in your heat.

your wild moans pick up in pitch and you clench around his fingers tightly, the feeling of bliss having never felt this strong before. your toes curl and you let out whimpers, one hand tangling in his lush hair and the other twirling in the sheets.

his fingers pick up pace, curling and pumping in and out of you as he sucks your clit.

“bill, fuck, i’m close-“ you start, groaning in pleasure as he smirks slightly. you whimper when he pulls back, a devious smirk playing on his shiny, slick lips, his fingers sliding out of your heat. you groan at the sight of him, shirtless and hair missed up from your fingers, his mouth sinfully shiny from your juices.

he reaches his hand up to you and obediently you take his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking up yourself from him. he watches with his mouth slightly open and eyes dark. "g-good girl, y/n."

the sharp warmth in your chest and the heat straight down to your center show you how much you like his words, and you preen when he tucks your hair behind your ear. "you taste p-perfect, baby." he whispers into your ear, your jaw going slack in shock that words like that would dare fall from his lips, your thighs clenching together. you bite back a moan at the feeling, wanting nothing more than for bill to fill you up and make you scream his name.

it doesn’t get long before you pull him out of his boxers, and soon you're rolling a condom onto his hard cock.

you almost, almost blush when your mouth waters at the sight of bill’s cock, hard, leaking with precum, and much larger than you'd anticipated.

rich was fucking right, you think, they do call him big bill for a reason.

he’s looking at you like you're the only thing that matters as you pull him onto you. he's letting out breathy moans that you realize you could listen to on repeat forever.

but suddenly he’s pushing you hard against the mattress, kissing you like a sailor returning to see his first love, and he’s lining himself up at your entrance, slowly teasing your entrance with his tip. you whimper at the feeling, your over-sensitive clit throbbing as you tug at his shoulders. he grins into your mouth. "u-se your words, baby." he mutters, and you go red.

“god, bill, please fuck me. need it so bad." you whimper breathlessly. he smiles at you, kissing your nose.

"i kn-know you do." he mutters and you want to smack the back of his head but then he pushes in agonizingly slow and you're gasping. simultaneously, you suck in breaths at the sensation, eyes staring deep into each other. his are lidded and yours are blown wide, taking him and whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out.

you can feel the blush on your cheeks when you realize this is one of the most intimate experiences you've ever had in your life. and when bill's finally buried to the hilt inside you, you let out a low moan at the feeling.

thank god he warmed you up so well, because he was big and felt perfect buried inside you like this, his lips ghosting over your face as you clench your legs around his hips. his fingers rise to roll on your nipple and you let out a gasp of pleasure followed by a small moan of his name. he lets out a shuttering breath into your collarbone as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“please, bill, move. please, fuck, i need it-“ you beg, eyes closed in need and lust.

you feel a strong hand grab your jaw suddenly, and your voice stops as you open your eyes to be met with deep green ones shining fiercely.

“look at me wh-while i fuck you.” he says, more a command, and you involuntarily moan at his words.

the power he has over you feeling foreign and incredibly enticing. never did you expect for bill denbrough to be anything more than vanilla in bed - but you're all here for it as you look back at him submissively, trying to hide your smile.

you keep your eyes on him as he pulls out just as slowly as he eased in, before pushing soundly back into you and coaxing a long, low moan from your lips. your head dips back, your spine curving and eyes fluttering before snapping back to his. he starts to thrust as you've adjusted to his size and you can feel him filling you up perfectly, the feeling euphoric. your toes curl in pleasure and you determine that his melodic moan itself could push you over the edge right now.

he builds a rhythm, your legs tightening around his waist as his lips catch yours in a searing kiss. "y-you're so fucking g-good for me, huh?" he asks, but the feeling of him fucking you into the mattress renders you almost speechless, your lips in an 'o' shape as you watch him. you nod, whining as your hands roam his chest and slide to his back.

"god, yes, bill. don't stop," you say breathlessly, whimpering as you pull him down to you by the neck. he kisses you soundly as he pounds into you, his hands roaming your body and making you blush.

you feel a familiar warm feeling in your abdomen after a couple deep thrusts and you moan out as he lifts your legs slightly to hit another angle. “f-fuck...” he mutters, eyes trailing over your whole body yet never shying from your face for more than a few moments.

and now the word lingers in your mouth, on the tip of your tongue, but you're in so much pleasure that you can’t form words that aren’t his own name as they leave your mouth like a prayer.

his thrusts are deep, rough, and yet somehow sensual as if he’s trying to convey thoughts or feelings through his actions, and the combination has you slamming your hand over your mouth to conceal your loud moans, eyes finding his as you remember his previous words.

his eyes make you feel more special than any other human on this earth ever has. you've had a fair share of sexual encounters, but never have you ever experienced something like this with someone like your bill denbrough.

and as one hand grasps your breast and the other holds himself above you, his lips pressing against yours like he’d die if he wasn’t touching you, bill can tell that you're close. “y-you close, baby?” he purrs in your ear, and through his thrusts you can only nod your head and mewl.

his hand suddenly grabs your hands and lift them up above your head, pinning them there and rendering you unable to move our touch him; the feeling of being restrained makes you moan wantonly, moving your hips with his. he hums deeply, a delicious sound, "oh, you l-like that, y/n/n? g-good, so g-good." and then he moans into your collarbone. his words and the feeling of him hitting the perfect spot inside you, fucking you deeper than you could imagine, has you nearing the edge.

his large thumb snakes it’s way into your mouth then, and you look up in his eyes as your lips wrap around his digit. he groans, hips stuttering inside you. "good g-girl." he mutters, eyes glued to your lips as they suck on his thumb.

he drags his thumb out of your mouth and you release with a small pop. he lowers his hand, moving it down to rub sensual figure-8’s on your clit, a stark and delicious contrast to his hip’s motions. you yelp in pleasure, your sensitive clit throbbing.

“c-cum for me.” he whispers, and you're wrecked. your climax, after a slow, burning build, hits you hard and you clench around him, moaning out his name as your eyes barely stay locked on his. your voice cracks in pleasure as your body pulses in pleasure.

bill cums not even three thrusts after, a mess of groans and your name falling from his lips. he pulls out and you quietly hiss at the sudden absence of him, watching with exhausted eyes as bill tosses his condom and turns back to you.

you're fucked out and so out of breath that all you can do is grasp bill’s hand. he smiles softly at your naked, glowing form as the last of the afternoon light seeps through the windows.

he pulls on boxers quickly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before disappearing out of the room, leaving an empty feeling in the hollow of your stomach.

you're pretty was used to the people you sleep with not wanting to stick around much, and yet you can’t help the deflation in your chest as bill leaves the room. is he going to sleep on the couch? was it that bad for him?

you pull on underwear just as he comes back in, a cup of water in his hands.

when he softly offers it to you, you tear up slightly but cover it up with a yawn. you know you've never had someone care this much about you. that word lingers on the tip of your tongue, begging to drip from your mouth like honey.

“y-you tired?” bill asks shyly, his body dipping down as he sits next to you. you wonder why bill all of the sudden is acting so shy- as if he didn’t just provide the most incredible sex of your life.

“you wore me out.” you says with a little smile as you lean slightly against him and kiss his cheek.

his cheeks blossom at the simple affection. "i love you." he says suddenly, no stutter. his eyes widen in shock as he realizes what he'd just slipped.

you turn to look at him and he's bright red, looking more scared than you've ever seen him. you can't help your smile, though. "bill... i love you too." you admit, stomach fluttering in excitement. he smiles softly, exhaling, "h-holy shit, thank god. that would have m-made the rest of this t-trip so a-awful."

you giggle, hand falling to his jaw. "i love you so much." you mutter, pulling him down with you so your heads hip the pillow, his hands falling on your bare hips as you kiss sweetly. you can't stop smiling into the kiss, and neither can he, so it's full of quiet laughs and teeth knocking, noses brushing together.

"i love y-you so much, y/n." he whispers into your lips, his mouth wide with a dopey smile. you smooth the hair from his eyes and kiss him again. "be mine, p-please."

"i already am, denbrough." you whisper softly.

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #bill is 🤤🤤#losers x reader #losers club x reader

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filypadreams · 3 years

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Fleeting Touches

( Asmodeus x GN!MC)

Synopsis: Do you know what fleeting means? It means you should apreciate every moment while you can. Even if you get lost in illusions for it.

TW: Slight angst

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The streets were full this time of the year, even with the cold weather. It was a race for most humans to get that last minute gift for that special someone.

Their children, parents, grandparents or significant others. For some reason it's tradition to get that one person a last minute present.

And that's always a disaster...

" Calvin Klein One... with bergamot, cardamom, pineapple and jasmin. Tropical? Or maybe Dolce & Gabanna Velvet Exotic Leather. Traditional and italian... also at good prices, I need to ask if they are antiallergenic! "

I spend 15 minutes on the line but get both perfumes and walk outside onto the sunny street. It's not as busy as the mall and I really should get home before it gets to close to one pm.

Today, faces are a blur to me.

" Thanks for the tip Asmo, I was sick of the strong scents of women perfumes and the always down to earth male ones~"

I cheerfully speak to myself while touching the 'tattoo' above my left breast.

It's a one-way communication system. I'm not even sure Asmodeus hears what I tell him but I sure do hear his thoughts.

" Ohhh, bootie alert at 12! No, wait! Delicious curves at 4- oohh...that's a mix at 9 o'clock~!"

I see a man, woman, I think the last one is in mid transitioning but I'm not sure.

" He'll be a beautiful man, I'm 95% sure!"

" Maybe it's a 'they'... not that you can hear me."

Though I agree, they look...handsome. With a nice physique, curly shoulder lenght hair, smooth skin as if rivalling Asmos' ... and who can resist a dark biker leather jacket?!

No, stop. Don't let the mark influence you from your mission MC!

Setting the christmas gifts.

I start running in the direction of the bus station when I collide with a tall lady, her black shades falling to the ground from her beautiful light pink sweater.

My head hurts. It felt like hitting a brick wall...or Beel.

Are my only thoughts as I scramble to pick her glasses and my shopping bag. Good thing it was well packed.

"Oh my~ I'm so sorry, I didn't notice such a beautiful face in this crowd. I was retoutching my eyeliner, huhu! Let me help~"

The lady crouches down next to me. I notice from the corner of my eyes that she is also wearing a black turtle neck... and has peach coloured hair...

" Asmo?!"

Darkness. A cold hand covers my eyes while the other takes the shades from mine and exchanges them with my bags...it seems. He whispers is my ear.

" Now, now. Don't ruin the surprise! I'm just a beautiful 'lady'. Hahaha."

And with that he dissapears. Everything seems to dissapear, as soon it gets dark and I'm sitted in my couch, replaying today's event.

It felt so real... I called him a lady.

Well... I don't think Asmodeus minds.

I walk around the tree, putting down colorfully wrapped gifts. That I went purposely to markets and malls to have wrapped!

Diavolo better play Santa and give me some grimm if I ever get an invite to Devildom, I blew most of my allowances with these!

On the blue corner I have vynil disks and office supplies. Getting stuff for Lucifer is hard.

The yellow corner... is a mess of acessories like shades and wristwatches and some jackets. Mammon needs a new one.

The orange corner was the cheapest but most difficult to prepare. I wrapped most of my otaku related rarities, in Devildom at least, and put them in a pile. Levi better apreciate my figurines!

The green pile was also simple. It's actually small with my old literature books. All from great authors and all trying to escape religious judgement so Satan might find that amusing.

I don't have a red corner, just baked goods on the table and two glasses of milk in case Santa visits.

I put purple pillows, warm robes, matresses and scarves around the tree. Belphie won't lose comfort soon.

And now finishing the pink corner.

There's the perfumes, some cosmetics I really don't get but my 'chest instinct' said to go ahead and...

" I hope he likes this fluffy bunny backpack!"

I kinda wanted the bunny for myself... but I can't.

The day went on so fast... why am I even doing this? Might as well call Solomon and offer him these so he can perform his rituals. I'll just wake up tomorrow to a full room of wasted money and a mountain of calories. An empty heart.

I caress the bunny when i hear rustling on my door. Something is playing with my wreath? I pick a knife from the dinning table.

" W-who's there?! Show yourself fiend!"

" Aww, that hurts to hear MC-chan..."

From the darkness into the light walks the same person I crashed into this morning.

" You better drop that knife before someone gets hurt..."

" How...Asmo, how are you here?! Why?!!"

Tears come to my eyes. It's been a while. A long while since I've seen any of them. Since I've had slumber parties with Asmodeus, self care sessions...

He shakes his head cleaning the few teardrops away with the back of his index finger and walks to the tree, messing with the gifts.

" Tears don't suit you well. Oh, you even got something for Barbatos... I'm slightly jealous, I thought you only thought about me~"

He starts opening his gifts.

" Wait! It's not even Christmas Eve. We need to wait until midnight at least..."

As I try to explain, his taller stature hovers over me, playing with my hair and putting a mistletoe, secure in it's knots. Wait... how is he so tall? The height difference is too abnormal.

" I'm afraid the concept of time doesn't apply in dreams, MC."

" H-huh?! Wha... the day... went on really fast. So you..."

I look down slightly dissapointed. The floor starts cracking and falling. Darkness and constelations starting to form under my feet.

" Afraid not. Christmas is not really part of our traditions, haha. Even if we had a great celebration that one time Diavolo proposed we did it with the exchange students.

I like the angel."

He points to the tree top.

" Oh, that... I was thinking of Beel and Belphie when I made the decision. It's my oldest decoration. I was thinking on putting a star this year but... I got a literal gut feeling to keep the angel."

I smirk at Asmodeus as he puts an arm around my shoulders, leaning me a little closer to him. We both apreciate the flashing lights from the tree. Even if it was fake. The rest of the room crumbles away and Asmo let's go of me to pick his gifts and stuffing them inside his new backpack.

" I know he was thinking of the only person that shines as bright as us two together.

Hmm, but you haven't been taking good care of yourself, MC-chan! Remember to follow the morning routine I gave you so your skin is almost as perfect as mine!"

" I haven't been feeling like...doing much I guess. I had a lot of work this year."

" Humans are always full of work. I mean me too.

Since RAD is closed for the 'holidays', we are back to our other jobs. Things get dirty real fast, so many pests! Maybe we can actually come visit during New Year's."

After apreciating the representation if Lilith, he turns to berate me, before picking a bottle of perfurm and examining it, followed by spraying some on while making a spin as he explains his bodyguard/demon threat exterminator job.

He must have loved it because he transforms, with a smile on his face and his horns move like pincers.

" I always found your demon form the funniest."

" ...Dear, I'm fabulous."

" Hahahahaha! Ok, but if this isn't a Diavolo, Barbatos or Lucifer' scheme... is it Belphegor's? You mentioned dreams, and it explains the constelations."

I look around, darkness being drilled by the light of many tiny stars.

" I think I see taurus... and of course he had ro include pisces. Mammon is supposed to be the greedy one, this is OUR moment!"

He huffes and crosses his arms. I chuckle and pat his back.

" So, I'm asleep at the same time as Belphie."

" It's night time in both worlds. You could say I'm an intruder. I was taking my immersive nightly bath as I prepared to get into your dreams~ I hope I didn't actually fall asleep, my poor skin!"

" How did you convince him?"

I wonder as he touches his arm and the parts of revealed skin as if to feel if something was wrong with his real body.

" Oh, well...he actually wanted to see you to! I also promised to take more cute pictures of Lucifer for him. But I don't think he admires his beauty the same way I do-"

The world trembles. Belphie must be waking up. And angry...

" Oh, dear! I must have upset him. This illusion will end soon and you'll wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. I hope you don't forget me."

Asmo walks closer and caresses my face. Kissing my forehead.

It's warm. Fleeting but I can feel his gestures. Even in a dream.

I slap his hand when I feel it sliding down my back a little too far.

" Ouch! My nail...ok, ok. I'm sorry! Won't happen again~"

He apologises when making contact with my burning stare and proceeds to act innocently after.

" It better not. I... think it will be difficult to forget you. Specially now. Make sure the others know-! Ahh!!!"

Another quake and I "conveniently" fall in his arms. I'm able to see his pixie sized wings batting in excitement.

" This is a cliché."

I mumble as Asmo wraps his arms around me.

" I need to go. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. You know I'll always be here. Literally. And I do hear you, you know?"

He pokes his mark, above my heart and pouts.

" ...I know... see you soon Asmo."

I pick his hand and kiss it.

Then I wake up. It's still the middle of the night. My room is cold.

There on my window sill are two roses. One peach and one dark pink.

The End

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Special dedicatory to: @shortnessangel

and @asmoluvsyou .

Bunny Backpack comes from: https://kawaiibabe.com/products/creepy-bun-backpack

(Curiosities: The perfumes are gender neutral, I can still link you the page where I found them.

The colour of the roses have a specific meaning. I can post the pic I got it from if you want.)

#obey me #obey me fic #asmodeus x gn!mc #asmodeus obey me #gn!mc #gn reader #slight angst #shikibutterfly

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casbandicoot · 3 years

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A short fluffy Destiel fanfic. Also my first fanfic:

“So Dean, now that you’ve defeated yet another vampire, what will you do next?” Sam grinned, accepting a beer from Dean’s outstretched hand and cracking it open.

“I’m gonna go to Disneyland!” Dean said, taking a long drink from his own bottle. His eyes fell on Cas as he said it, who was already staring intently at him in that way of his. At the last word, Cas’s eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted to the side.

“Why would you want to go to Disneyland?” Cas asked, stepping out the way as Sam walked past him and out of the kitchen to adjust the bunker’s thermostat.

Before he answered, Dean allowed himself one tiny moment to stare into the angel’s eyes. Not even living in the bunker together and seeing each other everyday lessened that strange, swooping feeling in his stomach when he did.

A flap of wings interrupted his thoughts, and Cas was gone.

Dean took a long pull from his beer, absentmindedly running his tongue along the bottle’s lip.

The beer was just finished by the time Cas came back. He started talking as soon as he heard the familiar swoop of wings.

“Cas, man, it was a joke.”

“A joke?” Cas replied slowly. He was still wearing his trench coat, but his dark messy hair was obscured. Dean barked a laugh. Cas was wearing a pair of Mickey ears.

“No!” Dean said as soon as Cas’s hand moved up to take them off. “Don’t. Keep ‘em on. It’s a good look for you.”

Cas slightly narrowed his eyes, but let his hand fall to his side.

“But you were joking about Disneyland,” he said seriously. Despite his best efforts, Dean couldn’t match Cas’s expression. He covered his mouth with his hand and tried not to look too long at the ears. “This is what people wear there. I don’t need it if we’re not going.”

Dean’s first instinct was to tell his friend that he was adorable, but he bit it back. This was his friend. Friends were good. More was not. But that didn’t mean he couldn't make the most of this. It was just a funny situation. That was it.

“Actually, you know what?” he said, involuntarily taking a step towards Cas. A tuft of dark brown hair was sticking out on the side of the angel’s head, displaced by the Mickey ears. Dean’s hand itched to adjust it. He shoved his hand into his jean pocket instead. “I always kinda wanted to go to Disneyland. See the old rat trap.”

“I think he’s a mouse, actually,” Cas said automatically.

“Right.”

The next morning, Dean and Cas had the Impala packed for California. Sam stood outside the car as they got in, waiting to wave them off.

When Dean had told Sam the night before that they were planning to go to Disneyland, he’d expected a totally different reaction. Actually, he hadn’t even expected a particular reaction. He was just surprised by the way Sam had responded, and he wasn’t sure he liked what Sam said.

“I’ve actually already been to Disneyland. Back when I was at Stanford,” Sam had said from his computer when Dean came into the room and jumped unceremoniously onto the bed.

“Well then you can be our tour guide, Sammy. I know you like to show off your knowledge of everything.” Sam rolled his eyes in response but didn’t bother to retort. Instead, he turned towards Dean and smiled conspiratorially.

“Besides, I think you and Cas could use a little vacation time alone. See what happens.”

Dean looked down at the bed, his face burning.

“What are you talking about, Sammy?” he had muttered, but Sam had just shaken his head and smiled.

Now Dean was avoiding Sam’s eyes as he lifted his hand in a weak wave and put the car in drive. He turned the radio up loud and shook off his thoughts, shooting Cas an easy smile as they drove away. His heart thumped when Cas smiled back.

They made it to Anaheim in less than 24 hours, since Cas could take the wheel while Dean slept in the passenger seat. By the time they started passing Disneyland billboards, Dean had to admit he was getting excited. The food at Disneyland was supposed to be awesome.

The plan was to find a motel in the city, but Dean found himself driving closer to the park anyway. Cas had been alive for eons and he’d never been to Disneyland. They had to do it right. So instead, Dean found himself pulling up to a giant hotel building that advertised free shuttle service to the parks.

“Give us a room with one queen,” he told the girl at the desk, adjusting the leather duffel bag on his shoulder. She was wearing a Nightmare Before Christmas Disneyland button on her suit jacket.

It wasn’t until she looked back and forth between Dean and Cas that Dean realized the implications of asking for one bed. It’s not like she would guess he was staying with an angel who didn’t need to sleep.

“I think couple’s trips to Disneyland are so romantic,” she said, smiling encouragingly at Cas. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned to look at Dean.

“He just wanted to go to Disneyland. His father never took him as a child,” Cas said, as if that explained anything. Dean rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, and it was starting to feel like he was on fire.

“Just give me the keys,” he said gruffly, smiling weakly at the girl as an afterthought when he realized how unfriendly he sounded. She never lost her friendly expression, handing him a little white envelope with two keycards inside. Dean’s stomach clenched when out of the corner of his eye he caught her wink at Cas as they left. What did she think this was, some kind of honeymoon?

He ignored the twinge of longing that the idea brought with it.

As soon as Dean opened the door of their room, a new tension settled in his shoulders. He’d be staying here alone. With Cas. At night. He barreled into the room, tossing his bag onto the bed and backing away from it while Cas followed his example.

“Let’s hit the rides, huh?” He said, slapping his hand on Cas’s shoulder.

“That is why we came,” Cas said neutrally, looking at Dean’s hand on his shoulder longer than was probably necessary. Dean swallowed, still feeling the warmth from Cas’s shoulder in his hand as he pulled away.

Son of a bitch.

The metal detector at the park’s front gates beeped, shrieking its protest as soon as Dean stepped through.

“Sorry, did you make sure and empty your pockets?” an employee in a khaki vest and skirt asked cheerily. Dean glanced at her nametag, written in blue Disney-style font.

“Listen, Maggie,” he said, putting on his most charming smile and making direct eye contact with her. “I got a couple things I need to have with me. It’s alright, I’m FBI.”

Cas stood on the other side of the gates, already having flown into the park. He’d offered to take Dean with him, but flying with Cas was an experience Dean preferred to save for never again. Now he realized he was dumb to turn down the opportunity. He caught his angel- the angel’s- eye, just slightly jerking his head back in a signal. Judging from the way Cas disappeared, Dean hoped he’d gotten the hint.

“Well, we actually don’t allow anyone to carry weapons, Sir,” Maggie said, her professionalism unswayed by Dean’s batting eyelashes.

“Fine, hang on.” Dean turned and left the way he came, walking back through the lines of people until he found Cas waiting for him.

“You should’ve let me carry you, Dean,” Cas said, raising his eyebrow.

“Whatever, man,” Dean said, ignoring curious and alarmed glances from passersby as he pulled out his gun and a knife and handed them to Cas. “Take care of these for me.” The sight of Cas tucking the weapons into his trenchcoat while wearing the Mickey ears again was too much. Dean gripped his shoulder in what he hoped was a casual gesture, chuckling. “Catch you in there.”

He got back in line, and this time he met Cas in the park.

“Put these on,” Cas said as he walked up, holding something at his side. Dean immediately resisted.

“I’m not wearing those,” he said, shoving the ears away from himself with his hand. They were normal ears, except they were covered in silver sparkles. “Those are for chicks.”

“They’re silver,” Cas said, shaking his head. “Like you use to kill a werewolf. You like silver.”

Dean didn’t know what to do with himself. Part of him recoiled in horror from the offending ears, but then there was the tiny voice in the back of his mind. The one that said Cas thought about what you’d like. He got them for you special. Cas was looking at him with his crystal blue eyes wide, waiting for his decision.

“Give me the damn things,” Dean sighed, shoving them onto his head.

They made their way through Mainstreet, weaving through the crowd. A sugary, vanilla smell filled the air. Cas’s hand brushed Dean’s as they walked, and Dean’s fingers twitched with the urge to hold it. He didn’t. But he didn’t move further away, either.

“You like pirates,” Cas said later, when they were walking through New Orleans Square. “I overheard people talking about the pirate ride. Do you want to do that one?”

“Hell yeah!” Dean replied, grabbing Cas’s arm and steering him towards the ride. It wasn’t necessary. Cas already knew where to go. But it was reason enough to touch him, and Dean was taking it.

The mild California weather made their time in the line easy, and Dean was happy just to talk to Cas. They rehashed their latest hunt and discussed where they might go in the future. On a whim, Dean took out his phone and snapped a picture of Cas. He stared at the result for a moment, thrilled to have a piece of the day forever. But he snapped back to attention when the line moved forward and he realized he had the real thing next to him, and didn’t need a picture.

They could smell the water and hear it splashing when the line made it indoors.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!

Cas’s lips moved absently to the song that was playing, and Dean’s heart skipped. He knew the song because of Dean. Dean had forced him into a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon, and hadn’t been sure what Cas thought of it. He must’ve liked it if he remembered the song. His face erupted into a grin as he watched Cas and joined in, singing above the music.

“See?” he said, leaning into Cas’s ear as he did. “I have good taste.” He’d only leaned in to be heard over the music and the boats splashing in the water, but he froze when he smelled Cas’s hair. The smell was masculine, fresh, but sweet. He caught himself leaning in for another sniff and took a step back.

To his relief, they followed the line onto their boat, taking their seat on the two-person bench. It was dark, but Dean could’ve sworn he saw Cas scoot closer to him before they lowered the protective bar over their laps.

Stand up me hearties, yo ho

As the boat floated along the ride, passing mechanical pirates, Dean tried to pay his usual attention to his surroundings. You never knew when you were in danger. But right now, he was in a different kind of danger. Because Cas’s thigh was just barely touching his.

The boat passed under a tunnel, with a mechanical dog at the top holding jail cell keys in its mouth. Dean turned to make a joke in Cas’s ear about how he felt about dogs, but Cas must have had a similar idea. They turned their heads and leaned in at the same time, their noses brushing against each other.

Dean’s heart slammed in his chest when he felt Cas’s warm breath on his face. For a second that felt like a thousand, Dean stared into the oceans of Cas’s eyes. His eyes flitted down to Cas’s pink lips, but he brought them back up right away. That was dangerous.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, a serious expression on his face that Dean couldn’t read.

Dean forced a laugh.

“Sorry, pal,” he choked. He didn’t know whether it was the laugh or the word “pal” that made his throat ache. He turned away and scooted down the bench an inch or two further from Cas.

They were quiet for the rest of the ride, save for a few of Dean’s attempts to make jokes about the ride. Cas smiled appreciatively, but Dean wondered if he was even listening. Dean hadn’t even heard his own words. They didn’t matter. He told himself if he got another chance, he was damn well gonna take it.

As they walked around the park and tried more of the rides, they managed to get back most of their easy enjoyment of the day.

Dean insisted that Cas try a bite of his apple pie flavored churro, even though he knew it just tasted like molecules to the angel. He watched more carefully than he should’ve when Cas’s tongue shot out to lick the sugar off of his lips.

There was still a hint of tension, and it got worse when the night set in. The park would be closing soon, and they’d be going back to their hotel room. Alone.

“Attention guests. The fireworks show will be starting in 10 minutes. We hope you enjoyed your day at the happiest place on earth,” they heard blasted through the park.

“Come on, Dean,” Cas said with authority, pulling for a moment on the sleeve of Dean’s gray flannel. Dean dutifully followed as Cas led them past the Rivers of America, through the park, not stopping until they were in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle.

“I asked questions the first time I stopped here,” Cas said in answer to Dean’s raised eyebrows when they stopped. “This is the best place for the fireworks.”

They found a white painted outdoor table at a little diner and settled there, facing the castle. Their chairs were right next to each other, close enough that two of the chairs’ legs were intermingled.

The bustle around the park settled when the first colored lights projected onto the castle, and A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes started to play.

He would never admit it, but Dean’s heart swelled when the first flashes of pink and blue lights exploded in the sky. They were wild and free. And so was he. He could be who he wanted to be. He could be with who he wanted to be with. Couldn’t he? He turned his head to see the colors reflected off of Cas’s skin, turning his face a soft purple.

He understood why they called it the happiest place on earth today. Today Disneyland was pure magic. But yesterday it wasn’t. And after they left, it wouldn’t be anymore. Because the happiest place on earth couldn’t be anywhere but next to Cas.

Have faith in your dreams and someday, the music played as the fireworks burst in the sky.

Your rainbow will come smiling through.

No matter how your heart is grieving,

If you keep on believing…

“Cas,” Dean whispered, turning his body to face the angel. His angel.

“Dean.” Before Dean could figure out what he was even trying to say, Cas leaned in.

The fireworks in the sky had nothing on the ones inside Dean when their lips met.

The dream that you wish will come true

#fluff #destiel #supernatural #fanfiction #fanfic #first kiss

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moon-antics · 4 years

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Fluff with poe, reader taking care and cuddling with poe after a hard mission.

belly talks

authors note : oof i’m so sorry i’ve been gone for so long, school made me feel really uninspired ☹ but i still hope you like some fluffy poe!

character / ship : poe dameron x pregnant!reader

summary : a sleepy poe talks to the baby in your belly

word count : 1020

warnings : mention of boobs..? idk man

Watching Poe leave for a mission always brought tears to your eyes. You hated to say goodbye, even if you were sure you’d see him again in a few days.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily darling.”, he always said with that smirk of his before he got into his X-Wing. This time wasn’t any different.

Well.. besides the 5-month old baby growing in your belly.

It was Poe’s first mission since he found out he would be a father and honestly, that made him nervous. Now he didn’t just have you as a solid reason to return alive, but also a child, a whole family to come home to. He loved the thought of that just as much as it scared him.

You haven’t cried that much while seeing him get in his X-Wing in.. forever. You blamed it on the hormones.

The days, hours and minutes didn’t seem to pass by as you waited in your room, anxiously awaiting the message of his return. You couldn’t wait to see him again, the last two weeks you went into the communication center every day and asked if he’s okay, until they got sick of you and threw you out. Could they blame you though?

In your head, the ticking of the clock on the wall got louder, louder and louder with every passing second, you were about to rip it off when the door opened. A happy and grinning Finn stood in the doorway. “He’s back!”

With one hand on your belly and the other gripping onto Finn’s arm, you both marched towards the hangar as fast as you could manage. Your heart was beating with anticipation, happiness to see the man you love again.

As you entered the hangar, you saw a person with curly locks getting out of their X-Wing, BB-8 rolled next to them. It was him.

If you would’ve been able to run to him, you would’ve.

“Poe!”, your voice cracked as you called out to him, happy tears already pooling down your cheeks.

He turned around to you, his eyes wide with surprise. His gaze immediately softened when he saw you, looking beautiful as ever in your light gown that made you look like an angel.

With spread arms he ran over to you, engulfing you in a passionate hug and twirling you around. Your arms wrapped around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulder as you couldn’t contain your laughter.

“Put me down! The baby!” You giggled and he quickly put you down, a look of worry flashing across his features. “Don’t worry.. She’s just fine.”, Poe leaned into your soft touch of his cheek.

“I missed you so much..”, he mumbled just before capturing your lips in a soft kiss. One on of his hands caressed the side of your belly gently, drawing circles with his fingertips while his lips were still moving against yours.

Way too soon, he let go of you. A groan of protest left your lips, making him chuckle. “I have to get to the debriefing, but after that, I’ll be right with you, okay baby?” You nodded with a pout on your lips. “Give me one more kiss..” Poe rolled his eyes before he pecked your lips again.

“So needy.. hey!”, you slapped his chest playfully, laughing with him as he turned to leave. Your yell rang through the whole hangar, which you couldn’t care less about. “I love you!” “I know!”

After the debriefing, Poe basically ran back to your shared room. He couldn’t wait to finally have you in his arms again and know that you’re safe. On the other hand, he was barely able to keep his eyes open. This mission stole every ounce of energy he still had from him, so laying in his bed and closing his eyes sounded very tempting.

When the door to your room opened, you looked up from the book you were reading. A soft smile tugged at your lips when you saw his tired form walking towards you.

“Come here..” You opened your arms for him, and he gladly accepted your invite for cuddles.

Your arms wrapped around him when he laid down, his head resting against your chest. That’s a typical spot for him, he loved your boobs. His hands rested on your sides while yours ran through his messy curls.

You felt a satisfied hum vibrating through his chest, making you smile even wider. It’s moments like this that you realize how much you love this man.

Both of you stayed like this for a while, your eyes sliding closed after a while, the only sound filling the room being your steady breaths and hums from Poe every now and then.

“Hmm..?”, you opened your eyes with much protest when you felt him move down. His feet were hanging off the bed because of how far he slid down, both of his hands rested on the sides of your belly. His cheeks was squished against it, eyes still closed and he looked like he was listening.

“Hey babygirl.. Are you comfortable in mommy’s belly? Yeah? I can imagine its really warm.. Do you even know who I am? Well.. I’m your dad, I made you, basically..” You flicked Poe’s head, making him hiss. He chuckled before he continued: “Your mommy is really beautiful, so you’re going to be as well. I’ll have to keep chasing girls and boys off because they’ll find you pretty too.. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you, even if you find it embarrassing. I’ll always be there for you, I love you, princess..”

The whole time he talked, you watched him adoringly. This man talked to your child so lovingly, before she was even here. He already loved her, and so did you. You bit your bottom lip to keep it from quivering, the scene before you making you feel very emotional again. His voice got really quiet, until he completely stopped. His breathing was steady as he laid against your tummy, fast asleep.

Yep, this was the Father of your daughter, and you couldn’t be happier.

#poe dameron #poe dameron imagines #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars imagines #Oscar isaac #the last jedi #The Force Awakens #poe x reader

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guksthighs · 6 years

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缘分 || knj

缘分 ( yuanfen ) - a relationship by fate or destiny; the binding force between two people.

Summary: You cast a spell as a witch to keep you and Namjoon as soulmates throughout your lives however you never remember each other until your first kiss together.

Genre: fluff, soulmate!au, witch!reader x wolf!joon, guardian angel!au, mermaid!joon x human!reader

Length: 2.3k

Aes: @petrimyg - istg the amount of talent this lovely girl possesses is craZY !! i had absolutely no idea if she’d be able to make a moodboard for this imagine and i love it!! i hope you do too!!

A/N: this is a very different imagine to what you’re used to for me, it’s longer but also includes multiple aus and a continuous love story! please tell me what you think!!

“Soulmates never die,” your hands wove through Namjoon’s hair, dark strands that had softened ever since you’d insisted on him using your conditioner in the shower. He was sitting on the floor of your cabin, pulling faces at your cat.

“But I don’t want to be immortal,” Namjoon whined, and you moved to sit opposite him, holding his hands in yours and pressing a kiss to each palm.

“I can work around that.”

Your boyfriend’s mind had, however, already moved on as your cat hissed at him before climbing into your lap and beginning to purr, causing him to leap to his feet and point accusingly at it, “How can you have a cat when I’m literally a dog! I’m the only pet you need!”

You laughed and stood up to look at the spines of the books that lined the shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, it wasn’t long before Namjoon was standing behind you and you laughed at the familiar sound of him wagging his tail.

“Is someone happy to see me?” You giggled, turning and moving to the tips of your toes so you could peak over his shoulder and watch Namjoon’s fluffy tail wag and thump against his back. When he realized what you were looking at, moving a hand to grip the base of it and try to stop it from revealing how happy he was to be near you.

“Of course I’m happy to see my girlfriend!” He rubbed his nose against yours with a goofy grin that made your face heat up in embarrassment, “even if we live together and I get to see you every day.”

“I love you Joonie!” You whispered before pressing a kiss against his lips and smiling shyly as your heart swelled with all of the love you had for your soulmate.

Namjoon gave you a dimpled smile, before sweeping you up and off your feet, walking towards your bedroom, slowly placing you on the bed and capturing your lips in an open-mouthed kiss that you only paused to whisper, with a slight giggle, “Who’s a good boy?”

Your werewolf boyfriend sat up, back completely straight as he looked down at you in surprise, ”I am! It’s me, right? I’m a good boy?” His tail thumped against the duvet rhythmically in anticipation as he looked at you with wide enquiring eyes and you remembered when his wolf instincts took over he acted like a dog.

The guilt seemed to cover you in a blanket of embarrassment, sitting up to capture his cheeks in your hands and grin, “It’s you! You’re a very good boy! The best boy!”

Namjoon laughed and nuzzled into your throat, acting more like a dog than a wolf, “I knew it! Don’t scare me like that!” He moved and lay next to you, hand holding yours as he gently traced the scars from failed potions, pressing kisses to the tips of each fingertip.

“Why do you think soulmates don’t die?” Namjoon finally asked, referring back to your earlier conversation and you turned to smile at him pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Common witch knowledge,” he shook his head with a laugh at the phrase you always used when you were too lazy to explain something but this time you did have an actual reason for knowing that neither of you would ever truly leave the other, “I cast a spell that meant our souls will always find each other.”

“You finally managed it?” He exclaimed in surprise after an off the shoulder remark had lead to you obsessing over the desire to stay with Namjoon for life. He’d often find spell books left open on spells that were for keeping soulmates together. He’d given you his permission when he’d first declared that you were is mate and that he was going nowhere.

So Namjoon meant every word as he said, “I can’t imagine anything more romantic.”

When Death came for you, as you were laying on the grass looking up at the sky through the branches, you were waiting. You had been waiting for eight years now, werewolves were known for having shorter life spans and ever since Namjoon breathed his last breath, you’d been alone.

You saw his cloaked figure approach you, the grass withering with each footstep before he offered you a hand, “it is time, young witch.”

The tears swam in your vision, sitting up to look at Death with an accusing look, “Is he waiting for me?”

Death chuckled, “you’ll just have to find out.”

“What do you mean you have a crush on the Captain?” Jeongguk looked at your face and burst into laughter, clutching his chest as he tried to catch his breath after seeing the look on your face that confirmed his statement.

You were both sitting at your desks, not used very often due to the amount of field work needed from an assigned guardian angel but it was fun to catch up with your coworkers, especially Jeongguk. He was joint top of the class with you, his white wings stretched out behind him, displaying their pale brown inside.

There was no point in explaining that your whole life you had felt like something was missing, a lost puzzle piece to your soul and that whenever you were near Namjoon you felt complete. So instead you made it about physical attraction, as you always did when it came to the subject of Namjoon.

“But Gukkie, he looks so good in a suit.” You rolled your eyes back at the idea of him letting you sit on his lap, and cover his face in kisses. Jeongguk watched you daydream and slapped your wings, laughing at your startled expression before quickly silencing.

A hand landed on your shoulder, sparks shooting from where the hand was placed as if fireworks were exploding within you. It must be him, Kim Namjoon, the Captain of the Intensive Division and also the man who you were head over heels for.

“Would you like to explain why you’re not currently on the field?” His hand squeezed your shoulder and turning to smile sheepishly at him, you knew you had made a huge blunder. It was true that the young girl you were watching over was going through a particularly harsh period but you had decided you’d done enough for a month and to see if anything you’d taught her had actually stayed. “You’re coming to my office.”

Namjoon’s voice held the kind of authority that you were unable to go against, although you knew he was taking you into his office for another reason and you quickly shuffled in behind him trying to hide the massive grin on your face.

The second the door had shut, he turned and squeezed your cheeks in his oversized hands, “Y/N! Can you behave just once!” Namjoon was your childhood friend and kept a watchful eye over you ever since he’d been put in charge of your division.

Usually, you would be able to control your urges to press light kisses to his cheeks or pull him onto a sofa and cuddle up with him, but you’d been working non-stop the last few weeks with your assignment.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon questioned as your hand moved past him to stroke the pure white wings that grew from his back, you were too tired to fight this particular urge as you side-stepped his figure and hugged his wing. It was incredibly soft and although it was the purest white you had ever seen, Namjoon’s always seemed to glimmer and glitter under the light, especially when he was flying.

You looked at him over his wings and grinned, “soft as always Joonie!” In return he reached for your tawny brown wing, frowning at the unkempt state of your wings that had obviously not been groomed or used in a long time.

Instead of bringing this up and embracing you, he grabbed your wrist and lead you out of his office, deciding what you both needed was some space from the stiff rules of the agency. “Let’s feel the wind under our wings!”

The door opened and you tilted your head back as beams of light stroked your face, stretching your wings behind you with a massive grin before with one large flap, you took off. “You’re the best!”

Namjoon was in the air soon after you, smiling at you in a way you’d never seen before and he swopped dangerously close to you, grabbing your hand in his own and tugging you to fly up, higher into the clouds.

There were multiple perches stationed around the city, and he had chosen to take you to his favorite, one of the highest that overlooked the brightly lit city. The truth was that Namjoon felt his cheeks heat up around you and had been harboring a crush ever since you had sat next to him in school and teased his perfect marks.

As you sat shoulder to shoulder, Namjoon leaned his weight into yours before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “I have something I need to confess.” He watched your expression uncertainly, worried that he was about to ruin a lifetime friendship.

So you pressed a kiss to his nose, “I have a crush on you Kim Namjoonie!” You grinned and flapped your wings, ready to fly away in embarrassment when he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you to face him so he could press a gentle kiss to your lips.

You both jerked back in surprise, your hand lifted to hold your head that suddenly was beginning to throb, memories flooding through your mind before you risked a glance up at Namjoon to find him with a similar look of shock written across his features.

“We’re soulmates,” you managed to gasp, looking up at him as if to confirm that you were right and when he pulled you into a tight hug, stroking your hair as if he would never let you go again, you knew Namjoon felt the same way.

The feeling of having lost something important dissipated as with every touch from Namjoon, you were put at ease. You had found him.

Namjoon remembered his mother. She used to speak of adventures with beasts and princesses awaiting rescue in tall towers, she would speak of the type of love that always solved everything. But when she died his father told Namjoon to never speak a word of the happy endings she had once told. But the young child could never let go of those stories and found when he was older, it was still impossible to let the idea of a happy ending go.

So when his first look at you made shivers run down his spine, he knew you were more than just a human. Namjoon enjoyed watching you, lounging atop a rock as you hurried about the beach, serving drinks to those lounging in the bar and would slap his tail against the rocks, trying to grab your attention.

“Oy Joonie!” You called, waving your hands before running over and wading until you were knee deep into the sea, “I haven’t seen you in ages!” You grinned up at him, one hand shielding your eyes from the sea, and he dove from his rock to be closer to you.

There were many different species in your cafe, from elves to angels, there were no species that were forced to hide from humans and although your friends, namely Jimin and Hoseok, boasted of the elves being the best in bed, it was Namjoon who had captured your heart.

His black hair hung over his forehead and seemed to match the navy blue tail that would often brush against your legs and cause you to laugh. Namjoon wasn’t just extremely handsome with his tanned skin and a smile with a set of dimples that was infectious, he was also clever.

Often he could tell that you were upset before you’d even opened your mouth, and whenever he’d wrap his arms around you, squeezing tightly, you felt electricity buzz at every part of you he touched.

“How are you today, my minnow?” Namjoon grinned down at you, watching as your ears turned red with a blush, the sound of the waves preventing any curious onlookers from listening to your conversation.

You grinned up at him, “better now I’ve seen you Joonie!” Now it was Namjoon’s turn to look away, embarrassed by the urge to squeeze both of your cheer and press a kiss to your lips. You’d both been friends for almost a year now and because of that, you recognized that he wanted to say something.

Namjoon didn’t and would never know what went through your mind when you reached up and kissed him, but the second you did it was like fireworks had exploded upon his lips. His mind instantly filled with memories of you, but not you as you were now, he saw the brilliant tawny wings extending from your back, the long pointed ears sprouting from another time, a black pointed hat resting upon your head as you proclaimed him to be your soulmate.

“Did you just see that?” You asked tentatively, eyes wide open as you stared at him before Namjoon nodded at you.

Everything seemed to silence, the sky without a cloud and the sea so clear you could admire his brilliant blue tail but it was Namjoon’s next words that reminded you that you were not dreaming, “You are my happy ending!"

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sugapop-rp · 5 years

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hi, hi! tis bunny anna here and i thought i would decide to make a little wishlist for my muses! i figured this might be handy for in the future because who knows right? so read below to see what i have in mind for my muse beans and if you are interested, please like this post and/or send me a message so we can chit chat about them :)

note:you do not have to be mutuals with me to do any of this (obviously lol), you can be a random peep passing by that is curious and that’s cool with me! you liking this means i shall be sending you a message instead thus make sure there is a way for me to do that (dm or ask). this will be also updated as time goes on depending on what new idea/muse i may have at the time

Choi Ha-joon, 26 and is an elementary school teacher

“muse a sings like an angel but is really shy so they only sing in the shower. everyday,muse b, who is their neighbor, listens to their singing and thinks muse a is actually a professional singer. one day they meet at the elevator of their building and muse b really wants to ask for muse a to sing a song for them, or just compliment them. but how will they do so without making things awkward? and to top this situation, muse a is also a lotattractive.“

give me that cliche old high school lovers see each other again after school by accident, the feels hit them once again and oof. make it angsty, make it fluffy, idc just give me some of that!

ha-joon is a book lover so what if ha-joon keeps coming to this book store that also involves your muse. they get to know each other for their enjoyment of books but the plot twist of this all is that ha-joon doens’t know your muse is not only an author but one of ha-joon’s favorite writers!

you left your USB flash drive in the library computer and i had to go through your files to figure out who you are and i ended up reading the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re actually really good????

Kris Yamada, 26 and is an assassin

so lowkey when i made kris i got a bit inspired by the video game “assassin’s creed” so would be interested to do something loosely based around that. something like say your muse is working for the enemy organization that kris’s order doesn’t like. they meet and get closer (friendship or romantic, doesn’t matter) and go from there? very basic idea i know lol but can be fun i think!

give me assasin buddies, bro this is something that kris is in need of lol. sure he can be like a grouch sometimes but he knows how to have fun! he used to live the wild life so let’s do some wild friend antics lol

speaking of used too’s...why not bring something back from the past for kris? say maybe an old friend from kirs’s childhood? they can maybe meet on the street one day and they may want to ask questions because of kris suddenly dropping all contact? or we could do the more cliche idea of said friend is now a target and oops, now kris is stuck in an oopsie :’)

Song "Hayes" Hyeok, 26 and is an indie music producer.

hayes doesn’t have the best relationship with his parents (this can be read in his bio here) so maybe one day his parents may want to do a surprise visit because he does have good contact with his sister and she praised alot about him. his parents (specifically father) wants to see how “amazing hayes is doing”. cue hayes trying to make things not go south because his parents are not fans of the fact that hayes likes boys...so to see him having a boyfriend/fiance/husband may cause some problems to put it lightly. this could include hayes pretending not to be in a relationship with your muse or pretending they are just roommates. a bit of a heavy idea so far in this list, i know but it is something i would like to explore for hayes.

rival music producers, just give me some of that drama lol

a mentor type friendship where hayes could take in your muse under his wing to help them out in the music scene

“🌟–– we had a really ugly break-up and didn’t talk for a long time but oh hey, you’re at this party too and we’ve had a few drinks and now we’re kissing and … oh, all that wasn’t supposed to happen tonight but we’re sort of on better terms now and yikes!!! i might be falling for you again …”

“muse a is in an accident which leaves them without memory, and muse b had been on their way to break things off with their beloved muse a. when they arrive at the hospital the only thing muse a remembers is how in love they were with muse b, and muse b is forced to keep coming back to positive. muse b is trying to move on, trying to find a way to tell muse b that they want to leave them, but find themselves falling back in love withmuse a. muse a of course, eventually get their memories back, even the ones up until the last moments before the accident where they remember the fights and tension and out of the silence ask ‘youre leaving me arent you?’ but by this time muse b is entirely in love with muse a again, and muse a just feels hurt and decieved“

Sarla Dunnavant, 26 and is a businesswomen (no longer active)

give me that cliche idea of the businesswomen falling for their secretary or something similar, i’m weak for cliche’s and this one would be just fun as fudgecakes lmao.

enemies to lovers;your muse is a rival to sarla’s company and they sort of can’t stand each other ??? but like ??? respect each other at the same time ??? it’s weird but they think they cannot stand each other but one day during some business event, they find out they actually like each other and can get along (can be romantic or platonic)

based of this iconic post

ok hear me out...a sugar baby plot? it doesn’t have to be a schmexy plot either! it can be something like out of kindness (and boredom becuase what else can she do with her money) she will give gifts to your muse. like you want that fancy make up collection? alright, your college? paid off at the moment as we speak. want a lifetime supply of donuts? she can do just that. all she asks is to spend time with her and just chill out.

Angelica Heartorne, 25 and is a vampire huntress

legit anything vampire stuff related. i am not going to be flippen picky.

just because she IS a vampire huntress doesn’t mean it has to be ONLY to vampires. she is multiverse so she can be a hunter for anything supernatural really. this can be something discussed for sure but she is versatile, she doesn’t have to stick to only human like leeches lmao.

a bit of a weird but funny idea that jsut came to mind? but what happens if angelica was dating someone right? but what if that person she was dating...was a vampire and she had no idea about this until by accident or something? please this sounds hilarious to me and would love to rp this out.

“ muse a enters a coffee shop and was in such a rush that she forgot her wallet, as she explains what happened to the worker and ask for them to cancel her order, then suddenly there’s a hand that hoovers over her head and money is slapped on the counter incoming muse b paying for her. muse a is like wHAT THE FUCK ! I AM AN INDEPENDENT WOMEN I DONT NEED ANYONE TO PAY FOR ME, but she turns around and meets eyes with muse b who is beyond attractive. muse a then stumbles and ask how she could repay muse b and he tells her to sit down and enjoy her coffee with him “

“you said you’d call me in the morning but the voicemail you left had her voice in the background”

“ Humans start out at birth with milk white blood. The more crimes they commit, the darker their blood becomes. One day, you meet your soulmate. Skip a few years, and things are amazing… Until your soulmate trips, falls, and exposes black blood… “

based off this post

Jeong Jin-Gi, 25 and is an indie artist

“ Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’ “

“ ok so hear a sister out… i want an actual HEART WRENCHING celebrity & non - celebrity thread. like muse a meeting muse b in the most random place and muse b KNOWS muse a is famous but they’re not gonna say anything but on the inside they’re secretly freaking out. but they get to talking & muse b kinda forgets that they are because they’re just so normal and they have so much fun talking to them, and muse ahas a rich lifestyle & is the most popular person in the world, yet the only thing they wanna do is be with muse b. but dating the most famous person ever comes with the DISADVANTAGES. i want the ugly stans drilling them over dating their favorite star, i want the paparazzi making up stories about muse b & giving the constant break up - conspiracy’s, i want the late night drama filled phone - calls about “ maybe this is just too much for me “ & muse b seeing muse a in a new picture released with ANOTHER apparent love interest, and i want new songs released by muse a that’s a little T O O emotional to just be a careless piece of work. i just want the constant back & forth between them & them wondering if their love is strong enough to overcome the difficulties or if all they are is a love that was never meant to last. “

jin ain’t no angel, he’s a bit of a person with an addiction to drgs so give me anything surrounding that. dealers or pals that find out about his addiction, anything really. just want to dive deeper into this side of jin

“i’m trying to start a celebrity gossip blog and you are an effing trainwreck so now i’m lowkey stalking you in hopes of getting a humiliating story” au

plot idea : muse a was a punk, and muse b did ballet. what more can i say? muse a wanted muse b, but muse b would never that secretly she wanted muse a as well. all of muse b’s friends stuck up their nose because they had a problem with muse a’s baggy clothes. five years from now, muse b sits at home. feeding the baby they’re all alone. b turns on tv, and guess who she sees? muse a rocking on mtv.

James Yeeun, 22 and is an art student in college

“im gonna claw myself apart. we watch netflix together and i keep a respectful and responsible distance; you lean against me to pause the screen. ask if i want cookies. i can’t stop staring at your lips. what? i say. i knew what you’d asked me even as you ask again, i just don’t want the moment to end. we’re just friends. we’re just friends.”

okay but how about an “i’m in my twenties and sick of still being a virgin, so one night when i’m drunk i think it’s a good idea to dm my old celebrity crush who is no longer really that famous anyway and ask them to take my virginity – wait why did they just dm me back?? giving me their number?? i don’t even remember doing this” au

“You kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” AU

would love to do something where james could realize he DOES like boys as well. this is something he isn’t sure off himself so i would like to dive into this background of james.

so i was watching tiktoks last night and i’ve came across this story time and would love a plot for it… so muse a had a bad childhood for varies of reasons one thing lead to another and they were kicked out of the house, so they ended up couch surfing.. this enters their fear of the dark because they would wake up in the middle of the night not knowing where they are and everything is just dark and scary, so they begin sleeping with night lights or any sort of light that they have. well moving into college means roommates and muse a is too embarrassed to mention how they’re scared of the dark to their roommate. so first night, muse a wakes up screaming and enters muse b aka their roommate into their room and they’re like ?? are you good? finally muse a breaks and tells muse b what happened to them and then next night muse a finds a night light in their room, however, that night they still wake up screaming. muse b wakes up as well and just tell them that they’re ok and that they got them.. second year of college goes by and they’re not roommates anymore. first night moving in, it happens again.. muse a wakes up screaming only to find that muse b texted them that ‘they’re in their new apartment and that everything is going to be okay.’ it could turn into beautiful friendship or maybe something more?? i just want it pls

Rose Price, 23 and is a rebel along with school drop out

lowkey i legit got inspired by the video game character “chloe” from “life is strange” but i decided to do my take of chloe if that makes sense so...rachel amber inspired plot xD to those that are a bit confused, rachel amber the character is someone chloe befriends during her time when life is a bit downhill to put it lightly. they get close (some would say even romantic) and up until the final years of high school...rachel is gone. now in the games, rachel isn’t alive BUT i was thinking why not twist this around? make said missing friend (this would be your muse) show up out of the blue? with no answer as to why they just “left” and simply goes back to how things were.

“gimme muse a just finished their sentence in jail and they lost contact with most of the people in their former life. on the day of his release, the gate pulls back and their high school sweetheart who they lost contact with years ago muse b is in the parking lot. “

“i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after“

“we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other“

jsut give me any fxf plot ideas man. i want rose to get some love :(

Daehwi Goe, 24 and is an indie video game creator/works at a cafe

" give me a plot where both muses are each other’s pen pals that end up falling in love through letters please. threads would be in letter format up until they finally meet each other. please. “

“ imagine that you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. people are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “sorry i’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.” and he quietly adds, “i’m Michael. just go with it, yeah? whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” and so you do go with it because he’s being sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time. “

“ AFTER MONTHS YEARS OF REPORTING TO A JOB THAT ABSOLUTELY KILLS MY SOUL, I FINALLY QUIT! WITH NO BACKUP PLAN OR WAY TO PAY MY BILLS ONCE NEXT MONTH IS OVER, I WALKED DANCED OUT OF MY WORKPLACE WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE.. BUT NOW REALITY IS SINKING IN, THAT I’VE JUST DONE SOMETHING CRAZY IMPULSIVE AND OMG YOU’RE WATCHING ME SPIRAL OVER WHAT A MISTAKE I’VE JUST MADE AND YOU’RE SO SWEET TO OFFER TO BUY ME A DRINK BECAUSE I SURE AF CANNOT AFFORD ONE. “

“we broke up right before a giant roadtrip our friends planned and we don’t want to bail on everyone and ruin the trip so yay, looks like we get to spend a five hour drive and a weekend in a cottage together.”

Adagio Seo, 20 and is a warlock

just give me that chilling adventure’s of sabrina plots man...it’s why adagio was even made lmao.

adagio while yes, i did made him specifically for that show universe, just like angelica he is mulitverse so he’s not off limits to that show only. if you want him to be in a harry potter au? cool with me. a normal college au? also cool with me. want to go full on twlight, even better lmao. just because he is mostly for the show, doesn’t mean he’s not expandable :)

“ does the “i slept with you the other day and i didnt know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep” au exist bc i need that fic “

ok so adagio has an interest of necromancy but like the thing is he’s bad...like really bad at necromancy lmao (there’s a reason he skills in herbal) so like just give the whacky shiz that can happen when doing necromancy wrong.

basically anything warlock/witch plots, throw them my way! want my wild warlock to have some love :(

Simone Hines, 22 and is a worker at the garden section of homdepot

the happy florist who delivers one flower to the boss of the hardcore law firm across the street everyday, just to make their day a little bit brighter

plot #001: in which muse a is really insecure and struggles with their self-esteem, so muse b, their best friend, starts secretly sending notes with all the reasons to love them.

plot #013: one day, muse a wakes up and finds themself to be in the future, seemingly married to their high school enemy, muse b.

any plot with a soft, sweet, submissive male that needs to be protected at all costs because he’s naive and doesn’t know how to speak up for himself with a girl that’s dominant, rough around the edges, not afraid of anything, and is ready to take on the world.

tbh i just need a long distance relationship plot where they cry on skype bc they miss each other so much and they have passive aggressive texts bc of what’s on each others snapchat stories but then the fluffy moments when they see each other at the airport and all the desperate please don’t leave me again sex and i just need a long distance plot

Levi Kim, 24 and owns his own cafe

highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho i don’t even know your name’ plot

i got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night AU

it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD

utterly obsessed with the niche but incredibly romantic concept that is “late night radio show host falls hopelessly in love with and pines for recurring caller, oblivious to the fact that the person calling in whenever they’re on air is also in love with and pining for them after finding comfort in listening to their voice every night on their long commutes home”

Park Hades, 23 and is next in line for the Park corporations/modern day greek god hades

look i’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a whole through my ceiling with your bed thanks

i have a policy of not giving my real name on dating apps and apparently you do the same. we have a good conversation so we decide to meet, but oh no … it turns out you’re my ex. yikes!!!

#indie rp #krp #plot wishlist #thread wishlist #wanted opposite #indie krp #{ bunny anna's wishy list }

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ain-t-bovvered · 6 years

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Out of Heaven’s reach

edited by @waywardbaby

Pairings: Castiel X Angel Reader

Characters : Castiel , Dean , Sam , some nasty ass curse.

Summary: When the boys hit the 4th dead end, Castiel knew they were on the road to give up, maybe it was time to ask heaven for help, there must be some of his brother or sister who didn’t wanted him dead.

Warnings:Fluffy angst. Wings, Angel Mojo, Angels true form , flying.

Part 1 Part 2

He wasn’t kidding when he told you he couldn’t keep up with you.

You had to keep dragging him by his hand, as he let the air brush through his broken wings. You were flying , he was gliding. You could feel his essence being stirred and , judging by how his wings were trembling, you could just see how much he missed this.

Feeling something constricting your throat you coughed, but nothing changed apart from the vessel’s eyes beginning to tear up.

Dabbing the cheeks with the back of your hand, you sprinted up, eliciting a startled, choked sound from him as the gentle soar turned into a race, you dragging him further up, above the cloud, where human light couldn’t reach anymore.

Once out a thick cloud you resumed the same pace as before, not caring about the confused look he gave you.

“I prefer this view” you simply said.

“I know you grew to love humanity but they have a habit of ruining landscapes and…” you nervously glanced in his direction, “... I thought you missed this”

Turning around another cumulus of clouds the starry sky opened up in front of you, thick with darkness and stars. You could see the orange tinge of the dawn starting to seep through the horizon.

“We often watched the dawn together” he said coming to stand beside you, his hand on your shoulder, both for support and ….familiarity?.

You peeked at him, the wind that was moving the cloud around you, was making his vessel’s longer strands of hair dance, the long coat he was wearing flapping around the body, his other clothes clinging to the flesh.

His face was content, eyes squinting against the light and wind, and a soft smile on his lips.

As the sun began to rise, the sky filled with orange hues, reflecting on his face and the pure white clouds all around you.

Sensing your stare he turned his head to you, the lapel of his coat being flipped around against his cheek.

“I always thought your wings were the same colour of dawn”

“Orange?” you asked glancing back at your feathers as they stirred under his praise.

“ Peach…” he said looking at them. He stretched out his hand and your vessel seemed to stop its breathing function “...like the reflection of the rising sun on the purest white of the clouds”.

He touched them, gently raking his fingers through the sturdiest flight feathers , reaching the fluffy, semiplumes beneath. Your vessel shivered. He seemed transfixed as his attention was on your wings.

“Such a pretty colour, so faint but always so warm against the cold white” he spoke like you were telling secrets to each other, like you weren’t the only ones floating in the sky.

Reaching out you gently stretched his right not fully relaxed wing out but sensing his discomfort you froze.

“Do they hurt?”

“...they used to, at the beginning, but not anymore. I rarely use them now, I guess they are just out of shape” he smiled timidly at you “ and there is not much to see, not anymore”.

“I always envied your wings, Castiel “ you resumed your touch, disentangling the stubborn ones and smoothing others out of place. “So pure and blinding. Only the Archangels had purer ones” . He watched your hand caressing his now black sparse feathers and covered it with his, stopping you.

“I wear this colour like a badge of honor. What you describe was me before, when I was just another puppet, a hammer” he smiled fondly.

“...Freedom is a length of rope, and God wants you to hang yourself with it…” you quoted him and he looked at you, eyes wide.

“Oh, I heard that Castiel… I kept my distance, I always avoided the orders to kill you. They could never find me. I hid. I lived in solitude most of the time. They all knew how close we were. Did you think they wouldn’t come after me?” you asked staring back at him. “ The safest place for me to stay, most of the times, was beside you, without you knowing it. Without anyone knowing it”

You turned to look at the rising sun again.

“When things calmed down I would come back to my brothers and sisters, only to fly away again when you came back….and we all know how that went”

You felt his hand falter, his grip loosening on your shoulder. You gripped his hand, stopping him.

“I forgave you Castiel” you said turning to him again, your other hand cupping his cheek as your grace caressed his. “You should forgive yourself, too. Your heart was always in the right place, and too much of it has always been your problem”.

“I killed so many Y/N, even with the fall I -” he whispered broken and shaky.

“...you did”

He lowered his eyes, his lips tight “...but you were also chosen by Father, and he brought you back, you were brought back so many times. Isn’t that a hint of how important you are in the grand scheme of things?”

“Father left us again, and look what’s become of heaven”

Gripping his shoulders, you moved him in front of you, the flaming rays of the sun outlining his figure like he was the source of them.

“Have you ever consider that our brothers and sisters are just very bad at management ?”

What you now saw, you were certain, was a smile tugging at his lips. The image fitting his true form really well and for a moment you saw your old friend as you always remembered him. Then his wings stretched out, the sun cutting through the sparse feathers , like they were bleeding light.

Another unfamiliar feeling tugged at the vessel’s chest.

“We...should get back. The six hours are almost over” you heard him say.

“Well, well, well, look who the cat finally dragged in” .

Coming down the stairs of the bunker you saw the two hunters casually sitting, one of them in a sloppy way, with his legs on the table where there was food and what seemed the hot brown water humans loved so much.

“My apologies, Dean. We were-”

“-reminiscing?” he smirked bringing the mug to his lips. “..maybe some cloud seeding?” he said before taking a sip.

“I flew him past the clouds but I don’t see how seeding would be involved”

The other hunter looked at Castiel with raised eyebrows, while his brother choked on his drink. Castiel seemed embarrassed by their stares before holding up the plastic bags from the store .

“I have brought Y/N to get something else to wear”

“Aaw, shopping date, that’s ..that’s very cute buddy” he stretched on the chair, leaning toward him “did you bring me pie?”

Castiel’s eyes made a strange movement, a totally unnecessary rotation while he dropped the other bag in Dean’s lap.

While the hunter happily dived into the bag, Castiel handed you the ones with the new clothes you had to choose earlier.

“You should change, we can talk about the case once you’re done”

As he walked back to the table you started to undress, slowly, still not used to having all these appendice that went in holes and fabric .

“Ehm...Cass!...” the tall brother called, covering his eyes.

“Oh come on Sammy, don’t ruin this” the other whined, chuckling with his mouth full, staring at you .

Castiel spooned around and quickly threw his coat over the exposed chest.

“How about I show you to a room Y/N?”

Looking in the mirror you studied your vessel, from the length of the hair, which you recalled annoyed you during the flight, to the groomed toenails clipped clean by nurses. Slipping into the clothes, you grimaced. The vessel per se wasn’t enough, you had to cover the cover with something else too, and all these buttons and strings were confusing. After the last attempt to do all the buttons of the shirt you gave up. Who cared anyway?!

Slipping the long gray coat on you walked to the closed door, behind which Castiel was waiting.

“Are you finish-” he stopped, looking at your open shirt, gulped down and raised his hands, skillfully doing the buttons one by one “Yes...these can be a little tricky in the beginning. There, you alright?”

“Could you help me with this?” you asked lifting a lock of your hair “ I want it gone” you said tugging at it.

“I’m not sure the human will be happy about it, it is her body anyway” he looked pensive for a second, “Give me a minute” he said and he walked away .

“....how can I give you that?” you called after him.

Several seconds later he came back and turned you around. You felt his fingers grazing on the skin leaving behind a cold sensation, and felt the hair being lifted from the shoulders.

After some pulling and tugging, the hair was finally away from the eyes, the vision cleared.

“How did you do that?” you asked turning around quickly, the rest of the hair slapping your vessel’s face. You spat out as some strands ended up in the mouth.

“I can access memory of what has been my vessel if I want, he...used to do this to his daughter, Claire”.

“Why would you want that?”

“Because...these humans gifted us with a means to walk the earth, and it’s fair to know who they were”.

Dean’s booming voice resounded in the bunker corridors.

“Hey Doves, you done cooing at each other? We’ve got a case to solve”

Once in the main room again you noticed that there where now books and papers covering the table.

“Oh wow you feathers sure like your grays and long coats I see” Dean said looking up from a book, the tall brother, Sam, pacing around with a heavy book in his hands. As you walked past him he threw you a glance only to do a quick double take with a confused look.

“Cass…is that my …?”

“Y/N needed it”

“...yes....but..”

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked .

“N-nothing. So get this…”

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imaginedolanscribbles · 7 years

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Ethan x reader

warnings: none (maybe underage drinking? depends on where you’re from though)

words:4.838

note: this isn’t as fluffy and happy as my other imagines! there’s no happy ending and quite a bit of hurt … hope you still like it?

When Ethan mentions her the first time, you don’t really notice anything. Only in hindsight, you realize how your world shifted that day and it never shifted back into its previous position since.

You’re playing scrabble with Gray – which is always really fun because he tends to forget that spelling is his weakness – when Ethan comes in, his hair dripping wet from the shower he just took.

Gray is only halfway listening, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips, his brow furrowed as he tries to lay the word ‘visible’. The second ‘i’ is an ‘a’, though, which you would’ve pointed out had Ethan not started talking at that moment.

“Hey, where’s the grey vans sweater?” He runs his fingers through his hair, until it’s flopping to the side. The first dark strands have sprung back into curls already.

“Uh … left it somewhere in the bathroom”, Grayson replies distractedly while squinting at his spelling, like he can tell there’s something wrong with it. “Why?” “I wanna wear it”, Ethan shrugs, already on the way out. “Obviously.”

Gray frowns and switches the ‘l’ and ‘e’ up. “But it’s mine.”

“It still looks good on me”, Ethan smirks looking over Gray’s shoulder.

“Hot date?”, you tease and send an overexaggerated wink his way. He snorts in laughter, warmth spreading over you like a safety blanket.

“Something like that”, he nods and claps Gray’s shoulder. Your stomach drops at his words and you have to fight to keep your smile in place.

“Whoa, hey, do I know her?”, Gray turns around to him and Ethan pauses in the doorway.

“The one we ran into at that ice cream place you dragged me to.”

Gray thinks for a moment. “Latina-girl in the yoga pants?”

“Her name’s Ana”, Ethan laughs. You’re almost sure his cheeks are a bit pinker than before.

“Behave!”, Gray orders him sternly, but Ethan just flips him off and vanishes through the door.

Your fingers are numb as you resume playing and only hours later do you realize you never corrected Gray’s ‘visable’.

oooo

“Stop touching your hair!” Gray slaps Ethan’s hand hard enough for the noise to make some heads turn your way.

The three of you are in a small café Ana picked out. No one has met her yet, but Ethan was so awkward trying to arrange a meeting that you’re almost surprised it is taking place at all.

It wasn’t your suggestion to join them, but Gray thought it would maybe relieve the tension a bit if it wasn’t just Ethan’s twin brother Ana would meet, but also a close friend. Ethan looked so hopeful you couldn’t say no. His whole face lit up and he actually lifted you off your feet as he encased you in a tight hug. After he let you go there had been a faint sting in your chest, like there was something fragile located in your chest and he’d squeezed too hard and now it had a crack or something.

You helplessly smiled back as he grinned so wide, his cheeks had to start to hurt any second now.

You’re sitting across from Gray, who grabbed the chair next to Ethan the moment he sat down. Ethan’s hands are fidgeting in front of him and his lips twitch into a nervous smile when the waitress comes up and Gray explains you’re waiting for another friend. Gray has his hand on Ethan’s shoulder, just resting it there, like an anchor to remind Ethan he’s there. It feels like there’s a thousand bugs crawling in your stomach, and you’re almost ready to throw up. You just hope Ana is as great as Ethan says she is. Ethan deserves a nice girl, someone to cheer him up when he’s brooding again or being moody; someone to remind him not to worry so much all the time; someone to help him relax.

The door dings when it’s opened and Gray drops his hand casually to the menu lying in front of him. Ethan isn’t as smooth as he turns around in his seat to investigate who just entered the café, and yes, it’s her. You can tell from the way his eyes light up. It feels as though there’s a fist squeezing your heart a bit too tight as you nervously watch her approach.

She is beautiful. Of course she is. Her hair falls in soft, dark waves around her small frame, and you can see immediately what caught Ethan’s eye: she is practically buzzing with energy, her dimpled smile looks equally angelical and mischievous, and her eyes are big and dark and warm. Her walk is confident as she comes up to your table and tugs on Ethan’s snapback when he gets up and pecks her on the lips in greeting. They fit so well, you struggle even looking at them directly.

Her eyes linger on his face for a second and you can see she is just as infatuated with him, as he is with her. Your insides feel frozen under a thick layer of ice, but you remind yourself to be happy for him. She is everything you would want for him – well, almost. But you can’t very well let your own personal agenda stand in the way of his happiness, can you? This isn’t about you, it’s about what Ethan wants, what he chose for himself.

Ana’s cheeks are a little pink when she greets Grayson and you. Ethan’s arm is slung casually around her as she waves a bit awkwardly at the two of you. Grayson laughs and opens his arms for a hug, which she accepts with a shy smile. You follow Gray’s example and Ana seems a bit more at ease when you all sit down and order your drinks.

“So, are you … ?”, Ana asks halfway through her piece of chocolate cake, and gestures with her fork between you and Grayson.

You freeze for a moment and stare back at Gray’s wide eyes. Realization hits both of you at the same time and you laugh in unison. “Ah, no. No, we’re not – together or anything. I’m just a friend.”

“She’s one of our oldest friends, actually”, Ethan corrects and smiles warmly at you, making your insides twist. “We’ve been friends for years, she’s practically family.”

“Other than when she’s abandoning us to go to college and study”, Gray adds and pokes his tongue out at your pout.

You smile as wide as you can and shake your head, so they won’t see how static it feels on your face. It seems good enough for everyone, they all laugh and Gray reaches over to ruffle your hair. Ana’s eyes follow the exchgange closely and she even offers you a hairband when you try to tame the mess Gray made of your hair.

Their fingers are entwined when Ethan announces – to no one’s surprise – he’ll accompany her back home. She hugs you again and says: “It was really nice to meet you. Hope I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah”, you say, your throat painfully dry at her honest smile. Ethan actually found a real one, here, a girl who means what she says instead of hiding behind niceties and fake smiles.

Gray likes her too, and keeps talking about how proud he is of Ethan for having found Ana during the whole way back. “I mean, not that I don’t believe in him or anything, but … like, Ana? She’s great, she actually is. Funny and nice and easy going and everything. Ethan said she’s really into skateboarding even. I’m almost a bit jealous”, Gray laughs, his fingers drumming over the steering wheel. “They really fit. I hope this works out for him.”

“Me too”, you agree as you stare straight ahead through the window, feeling like you might throw up. The dread in your chest didn’t go away, if anything it grew more and more intense and you feel about ready to burst. Your fists close tightly and your eyes feel too dry, but you keep up the mantra in your head, reminding yourself to stop being so selfish. Why can’t you just be happy for him? That’s what real friends are supposed to do, after all. You should really get over yourself.

“You okay?”, Gray asks as he pulls up into your drive way. “You look a bit pale.”

“Think I’m coming down with something”, you mumble and throw a tight smile his way as you open the door. Your head is spinning as you step out, and you’recareful not to stumble. It feels like someone dropped a wagonload of ice blocks right into your stomach, transforming it into an icy, heavy weight pulling you towards the floor. Stop being dramatic.

“Hope you’re up and healthy again for next week, though”, Gray says, his forehead pulled into a worried frown. “You still planning that ‘good-bye party’?”

“Of course”, you say, but when you try another smile your stomach actually lurches. “It’s tradition, right?”

oooo

The ‘good-bye party’ is usually just an evening with your friends before everyone travels back to wherever their college is, until you meet again when the semester ends. You started it when you first moved out and now every time you come home you organize a get together with whoever is in your hometown at the time. Gray and Ethan have been there since the beginning and so far they haven’t missed a single one. You’re actually kind of looking forward to it. It’ll be just like old times.

You have everything ready, your family is away for the night – they know about the tradition, obviously, and always give you this one night just for you and your friends – and you have locked everything breakable away. Just now you’re hanging out at Ethan’s and Gray’s place since they promised to drive you and the load of food you bought at the supermarket right next to their place back to your house and help you set everything up.

You’re in the kitchen storing away the frozen chicken wings in their freezer, when there are suddenly two arms curling around your middle and you’re pressed to a broad chest. It’s Ethan. You immediately know it’s Ethan, from the way he smells just a bit different than Gray, and the way he nuzzles the back of your head. Gray always rests his chin on the top of your head. While Gray may be the more tactile one of the two, always touching, nudging, tickling, Ethan is the cuddlier one. He breathes in deep and lifts you off your feet for a second.

“I don’t want you to go”, he whines into your hair. You half heartedly try and free yourself from his grip, but his arms just squeeze you tighter. Your heart is fluttering in your chest and your cheeks are probably blazing red. As heavy as your heart has been feeling these past weeks, right now with his arms around you, his breath in your neck, so close to you, it feels light, lighter than ever before. “Why do you have to leave … it’s boring here without you.”

Don’t you have Ana now? You swallow but your throat still feels sore. “It’s college, I don’t really have a choice, E.”

“Yes”, he insists and you can hear his playful grin in his voice. “I can just lock you up here. Then you can never leave.”

“Apart from that pretty much being kidnapping I think I would bore you quite quickly”, you retort, fighting and failing to keep the corners of your mouth from pulling up in a helpless smile.

“Never”, Ethan chuckles and your heart feels almost mended now, all warm and just whole. Maybe … it has to mean something, right? All those touches and smiles and late night calls can’t mean nothing to him. Right? Maybe there might be a chance, he realizes … ?

Ethan lets go of you and sets you down to your feet softly. Your heart is fluttering in your chest and your head is spinning, torn between hopefulness and could he maybe … ? and don’t be stupid, you’re seeing things where there’s nothing on the other side.

And you’re tired. Tired of holding everything in and pasting fake smiles on your face until it feels like you’re suffocating unter the thick layer of fakeness. You’re done with acting and talking yourself down all the time. If there ever was atime to find out, it’s now – before you’re states away again for the upcoming semester. You’re in the process of turning around when you see Gray out of the corner of your eye, leaning against the doorframe, smirking at you just out of Ethan’s field of vision. He mouths “s’cute” to you and you grimace even though there’s warmth rushing through your veins and thawing every fiber that seemed frozen as of lately.

Then the doorbell rings.

“Hey, it’s okay I bring Ana along, yeah?”, Ethan says from behind you and you freeze. “I totally forgot to ask you, but I invited her as you guys got along so well last time. She was so happy when I invited her.”

You’re glad you’re not facing him, because you’re sure all the colour just drained out of your face. It feels like someone just dropped you into the vast emptyness of the universe, all the oxygen punched from your lungs, and your stomach just keeps dropping, deeper and deeper with no end in sight. You can feel your mouth drop open but no sound comes out, even though your hands shoot up to wrap around your middle like they’re trying to keep you together despite the fact you just got shattered into a million pieces (again).

“ … sure”, you manage to get out and it’s flat and breathless but Ethan doesn’t hear you anyway. He’s already rushing to open the door for Ana. You can’t move. Your feet seem to have frozen into blocks of ice and you can’t move, can’t breathe as your lungs have stopped working, you can’t even blink as reality hits you right across the face once more. You stare at the tiles in front of you, your vision gets blurry and for a moment you think it’s because of lack of oxygen before you realize it’s a hot, salty layer that obstructs your view.

There are footsteps. They’re not Ethan’s or Ana’s, you can hear them talking in the hallway. They’re Grayson’s. Shit. His socks come into your view and he’s talking to you, but you can’t register what he’s saying, not over the unrelenting chant of stupid, stupid, you’re so stupid, why did you get your hopes up in the first place, Ethan would never –

There’s a hand on your shoulder.

“You alright?” Grayson sounds concerned.

You force yourself to take a breath. It sounds hollow in your ears, but you’re too focused on keeping the tears from falling. “’m gonna throw up”, you gasp out and shoulder past him.

You don’t want to cross the hallway right by Ethan and Ana, so you stumble towards Gray’s room and lock yourself in his bathroom. You’re gasping for breath desperately as you double over and fall to your knees as soon as the lock clicked shut. Stupid, stupid … stupid heart, stupid feelings, stupid you.

Your knees are numb, you don’t even feel the impact, but you can hear your throaty cough echo from the tiles in disturbing clearness as you try and hold back the sobs fighting their way up your throat. You clench your teeth and curl into a ball on the floor, your nails digging into your palms as you focus on keeping in the sounds. You succeed, all you can hear now are irregular breaths, that hopefully won’t be audible from the other side of the door. You only realize how badly you’re shaking when you feel hot streaks running down your face, the tremors running down your body freeing them from where you’d held them in. Your vision clears but you don’t want to see, you don’t want to hear or even feel anything right now, so you close your eyes and let the silent sobs wrack through your body. Hot drops of salt keep falling until the side of your face that you’re resting on is drenched in them, and your teeth start hurting. That pain is easier to focus on, and you manage to take a few deep breaths. Your nails are digging sharply into your palms. You focus on each individual jolt of physical pain, just to forget the one that aches in your chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid …

There are knocks on the door.

“Hey!” It’s Gray. Still Gray. “If you don’t answer right now imma get Ethan to kick the door in.”

No. “I – I’m okay.” You wince at how wrecked your voice sounds.

Gray snorts. “Yeah right.”

“I am”, you insist and hold your breath when another silent sob shakes your body and a new wave of tears comes crashing down over you. You try desperately to breathe.

“Bullshit.” The way Gray says it is almost too soft.

You clench your eyes shut and press your forehead hard enough against the cool tiles that it hurts. “Go away.”

You can hear him sigh and then there’s a faint scratching sound when he slides down the door with his back against it. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments and you actually manage to get up on your knees to grab some toilet paper and dry your face.

“I didn’t … I didn’t know.” Gray’s voice is almost inaudible. The wave of sympathy that seeps through the door hits you almost physically. Your eyes well up again and you dig your fingernails into your palms again, the sharp pain keeping you here. He didn’t know, but then you didn’t either, did you? You only realized when it was too late. Far too late. “I – I’m sorry.”

You have to wait a few seconds until you trust your voice to not break. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Your voice is rough and your nose is clearly blocked from the crying.

Gray sighs again and you’re pretty sure he’s tugging on his hair right now. He always tugs on his hair when he’s unhappy and doesn’t know what to do about it.

“Look, just … just leave me alone, okay”, you suggest and struggle to your feet. You don’t even look into the mirror, just soak a towel with ice cold water and lay it over your eyes to stop them from getting too puffy and red. “Just for a moment. I’ll … I’m gonna be out of here in a minute. Promise.”

He hesitates and this time your voice does break after all. “Please, Gray. Just … please?”

His footsteps retreat a moment later.

oooo

Ethan and Ana buy into your story of an upset stomach, but you can’t even look at Gray the whole ride to your house. You feel like now that the tears have already fallen once, they could just burst out at anytime. The ‘upset stomach’ is a great excuse to not have to hug or even touch anyone, at least, because you feel like crying all over again when Ana smiles at you in sympathy and offers to make some tea.

They help you put the chicken wings into the oven and set up bowls of chips and sweets, and with each step you feel more exhausted, each hollow smile drains you a bit more until you just want to crawl into your bed and hide under your blanket until the oxygen runs out.

It’s a mess until the first people arrive. They relieve some of the tension that’s holding your body up and you’re already playing with the idea to sneak away when you notice Gray lingering in the hallway, his eyes fixed on you face, worry etched into each line on his face. You stay with the group from then on, avoiding Gray at each opportunity. A few hours later some of your friends have noticed your fake smile too, so you decide to start drinking. You usually don’t drink that much, some of your friends don’t drink at all, but right now you welcome everything that numbs you and shuts up your brain for a while. That’s how you find yourself alone in the kitchen on your fourth gin-tonic, your head floaty, the feeling of being shredded up from the inside almost drowned out in angry indifference. When you turn around to store the tonic away in the fridge Gray is leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Shit”, you mumble with a resigned sigh.

“You’ve had enough”, he decides with a disapproving look at the gin-bottle.

You weren’t planning on drinking more anyways, but the anger that’s layering the hurt splitting your chest open is too prominent. So you roll your eyes at him and cross your arms as well. “You know, just because you ‘always want to be yourself’ doesn’t mean everyone else does, too.”

Gray lifts one eyebrow and steps closer. “You shouldn’t.”

You’re not entirely sure what he means but you snort like you do, still. “What do you know anyway … “

“I know you’re good the way you are”, he retorts and ducks down a bit to stay in your line of vision when you avert your eyes, already feeling the hot prickling behind them. “You shouldn’t try and drown that in alcohol.”

“Well, you should mind your own business”, you shoot back and refuse to look into his eyes, the counter beside you blurring before your eyes. “Fuck this.” You wipe at your face angrily when you feel the first hot streak down your cheek.

Gray’s arms are closing around you and he smells like home and warmth and love and safe. You shove his arms away before they can hold you, and blindly push against his chest when he only comes even closer. Too vulnerable, too hurt already, you feel raw and open and defenseless, and you just want to left alone, okay?

“Fuck off”, you bite out, wishing you were anywhere but here, surrounded by people who actually care about your well-being. You just need to feel miserable for a while, just hide somewhere on your own without anyone nearby to play happy for. “Just leave me alone!”

Gray makes shushing sounds and you can’t see through the layer of tears, can’t hold him back when he ducks down and scoops you up in his arms. Instinctively you turn into him, you hand coming up to curl in his collar as you hide your face between his neck and shoulder. He keeps making low shushing sounds that only serve to make the tears fall faster until his shirt is soaked and you hit him with your fist to make him stop, keep going, you don’t even know yourself anymore. Your head is swirling, everything aches, and the only way you can breathe is by pressing your face into Gray’s shirt and inhaling shakily.

“Hey, Gray, did you – oh shit, is she okay?” That’s Ethan and - no. Nononono. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupidstupidstupid … You pull your knees closer to your chest and Gray’s grip grows tighter immediately. He’s halfway up the stairs already, Ethan must be at the foot still.

“Yeah”, Gray replies, his tone strangely flat. He doesn’t turn around, but you still burrow further into him. “Just the stomach bug, I reckon.”

“Did she drink?”

Your face burns in shame. You’ve never felt more pathetic in your life.

“Nah”, Gray lies. Stupid, perfect, lovely Gray. There’s a thumb stroking where he’s holding you behind your knees and you can’t hold back the gasp when a fresh wave of tears comes over you. “Really just the stomach bug, I think.”

“That’s shit timing”, Ethan says and Gray shrugs.

He lays you down on your bed gently. You don’t let go of his collar and you know your face is shining with tears, and you have a runny nose, but you still have to get this out. “Thank you.”

Gray’s smile is lopsided. He stays crouched down and weaves his fingers through your hair. “I really am sorry.”

You try a watery smile. No use faking real happiness now, anyway. “I know. But you don’t have anything to do with it. ‘s not your fault.”

“It’s not yours either, though”, he replies softly and rubs the corner of your eye where tears keep spilling down your cheek. “No one can control that kind of thing.”

You think about that for a second. “’s not Ethan’s fault either. It’s nobody’s fault, would you look at that. No one to blame … ” Gray doesn’t miss the bitterness in your voice.

“It’s shit, I know”, he says with a resigned sigh.

oooo

He doesn’t leave until you’re asleep, because you don’t remember him leaving but when you blink your eyes open again it’s not Grayson stroking your forehead. It’s Ethan. You recoil instinctively.

“Oh. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you”, he says and reaches out again, obviously assuming you simply didn’t recognize him. You don’t have the energy to pull away again. Stupid. “You cried.”

You shrug. That much is obvious, probably, but you’re not going to tell him all about it.

“I knew it wasn’t a stomach bug.” Even in the dim light that spills from the hallway you can see the honest concern on his face. It rips a new crack right into your heart. You’re almost surprised he doesn’t hear it splinter. “Is it … because of a guy?” He runs his fingers through his hair nervously. “I mean, I know we haven’t been that close lately, you’ve been pretty close to Gray and I was busy with Ana, but … you want to tell me about it?”

Ana. Where is she by the way? You don’t hate her, despite it all. She seems nice and goes well with Ethan, probably better than you ever could. Still, you’re glad if you never have to see her again, just to save yourself the pain.

You shake your head no when Ethan keeps looking at you questioningly.

His smile is tinged with sadness. “Okay. I’ll still kick his ass, if I ever meet him.” He winks. “He’s probably not worth it, anyway.”

The laugh that breaks out of you at that is raw and painful. If only you knew. Ethan’s smile deepens a tiny bit. He touches your cheek gently before getting up. In the doorway he halts and looks back once more. “You gonna be alright?”

You look at his silhouette, so familiar you could draw him with your eyes closed, distinguish his touch from everyone else’s, find him in a crowd of hundreds, and your chest aches.

Because he’s happy. He’s finally found someone who fits, someone honest and funny and just plain good. You could never destroy that for him.

“Sure”, you say and hope with all the splintered pieces of your heart, he never finds out what tore you open like this.

oooo

It’s only one week into the new semester, you’re still feeling miserable, even though not seeing Ethan does actually help a lot. You’re walking across campus home from your last lecture for the day when you spot him, hands in his pockets and that lopsided smile on his lips. He’s spotted you before you saw him but still he lets you come to him.

“Hey”, he says and pulls you in as soon as you’re close enough.

“What’re you doing here, Gray?”, you ask but it’s muffled into his chest against which you’re pressed.

He lets go of you and holds you away from him to look you up and down. “I’m making sure you’re okay. Obviously.”

Your throat feels a bit tight at those words. Grayson is the kind of person you sometimes would like to just make yourself a home in, just so you could always be encased in his warmth and care and love.

“I’m okay”, you say and your voice contradicts your words, but having him here, just a little piece of home within arms reach, is sowing some of the pieces back together already. “How long are you staying?”

“A few days”, he says and doesn’t mention the obvious lie in your voice. “I just have to make sure my friend isn’t upset anymore, you know? One vital criteria for being my friend is to be happy, and I’m here to make sure that’s the case.”

He nudges you playfully and you shake your head, mouth curling into a smile without your permission. You’re more thankful for him showing up like this than you could ever express, but you’re pretty sure he can tell. So you just nudge him back and mumble: “Asshole.”

You’re going to be fine. Maybe not tomorrow, or next week, but eventually … eventually everything will be fine.

Part II: Numb

My Masterlist

#dolan twins imagine #dolan twins #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan x reader #fanfiction #my fic #hurt #crying #no happy ending #no warnings #grayson dolan #drinking #light swearing #fine

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Miss Something - Request

Requested by @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester: Dean x reader have been married for years, she gets pregnant but he doesn’t want it. She leaves but never moves on. He ends up in another relationship and about to marry her. At the altar he decides he needs to be with reader and their child. & Anon: Part three to "Miss Everything- Miss nothing" where Dean bonds some more with his daughter but mostly of his relationship with the reader becoming even stronger? & @captain-morgans-bitch: Please continue and make a series out of this & A bunch of people voting for it in the past two Sequel Fridays.

Summary: After apologizing and meeting his daughter, Dean is willing to get back to her life for once and for all. He wants everything back, including (Y/N) who is still reluctant about his comeback.

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Word count: 3,755

Warnings: None.

A/N: I wanted to focus more on Samstiel with Louise, but also daddy!Dean and his relationship with reader (if that makes any sense at all). Happy Sequel Friday!

Enjoy!

| Miss Everything (1) | Miss Nothing (2) |

Dean followed the deal like an obedient man. He called Louise every day after school – or at least after eating something because they would spend hours talking and Louise would forget to eat – and then he called (Y/N) to have dinner on Saturday.

Sam and Castiel weren’t only cheerful, and proud of Dean finally manning up and trying to make things better, but they were also far too excited to meet the little Winchester.

They would have dinner together at (Y/N) and Louise’s house that day. Sam made sure to buy pie and wine, while Castiel spent his whole morning collecting flowers at the nearest park – because Sam told him it was polite to go to a home with a present for the owner – and Dean made sure to buy Louise a colouring book and (Y/N)’s favourite sweets.

The three men arrived punctual to the appointment and Sam was impressed to notice how (Y/N) still looked the same. She was at the kitchen, checking the oven, when they arrived and so she didn’t notice. However, Louise had heard Baby’s roar and she stormed out of the house, excitedly.

“There’s my chipmunk.” Dean spoke proudly as he turned Baby off.

“She looks just like mom.” Sam commented.

“No.” Castiel stated, “Your mother is a woman, the kid is just a child. How c…?”

“I’ll explain later.” Sam promised and so they all got outside the car.

Louise was about to rush to her dad, but Dean stopped her knowing that it was dangerous to cross the street without looking twice. Instead he rushed to her side at the porches and hugged her tightly, lifting her from the ground.

“I missed you.” Louise said over his shoulder.

“I missed you too.” Dean said and then pulled away, gesturing at Sam and Castiel. “This is your Uncle Sam, and that one is Cas.”

“Hi, Louise.” Sam greeted, kneeling down to be at her height, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She said politely, “Mom told me you were tall.”

Sam chuckled. “I’m sure I grew up a bit more since the last time we met.”

Dean cleared his throat, calling back their attention to Castiel. “Hi.” He greeted awkwardly.

“Hi.” Louise greeted back, giving him a toothless smile. “How do you do, Mr. Angel?”

“I do er…” He looked at Dean, asking for help.

“He’s good.” Dean replied for him and then (Y/N) appeared at the door.

She was wearing the slightest bit of makeup, yet she looked like a movie star. She had styled her hair and left it loose, and she was wearing the typical chic-mom outfit. Dean found himself drooling over her.

“Sam!” She cheered, “You grew up so much since the last time I saw you!”

“I knew you would say that.” Sam giggled and hugged (Y/N). Dean suddenly became jealous of the affection his brother was receiving. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I miss you too.” (Y/N) said and then pulled away. “You must be Castiel, hi!”

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to be here.” And then the angel proceeded to make an awkward bow. (Y/N) chuckled and bowed back. “I brought you a present.” He said, and pulled out of his trench coat the now withered leaves. His face fell in disappointment but (Y/N) didn’t mind.

“Thank you.” She said truthfully, and took the flowers. Castiel smiled shyly, glad that she wasn’t as strange around him as Lisa used to be.

Dean was next in line, and he was anxiously waiting to get acknowledged by (Y/N). He was carrying the pie and the bottle of wine, as well as the bag with the presents for the girls. (Y/N) looked at him, not knowing if it would be rude to be less affectionate with him or acceptable considering his past actions.

They ended up nodding at each other.

(Y/N) asked them to go inside. They had a very pleasant dinner – barbecue ribs – and Sam made sure to update her in everything she had missed, knowing exactly how to tell the stories without touching any soft spot or triggering a discussion.

She was a laughing mess, enjoying each and every single anecdote Sam told her and adding some snarky comments every so often. Dean was happy to see her relaxed once again; it really brought him back to the times when they were together and there were no hard feelings between them.

Louise was sitting at Dean’s lap, making a really funny drawing of Dean, (Y/N), Castiel, Sam and her hunting monsters together. It was funny because Sam had mentioned the moose part and Louise had drawn him antlers; she had also added a squirrel tail to Dean and made Castiel’s wings hot pink – she took a joke from Dean a little too literal – and they all seemed to be like a family.

Once she finished, she showed everyone the drawing.

“Antlers?” Sam chuckled, “I might as well star using them because they do look good on me.” He joked and Louise giggled and blushed which created an adorable image of the little girl.

“My wings aren’t this colour…” Castiel mumbled.

“I think you would look pretty if they were.” Louise observed. Castiel smiled at her and thought of a clever response to it.

“Maybe you could paint them for me.” He said and Louise’s eyes sparked in excitement.

“Well, I’m definitely not going to use a squirrel tail but good try kiddo.” Dean said and Louise bopped his nose with a tiny finger.

“What about a squirrel nose?” She asked innocently.

“That could work.” Dean granted, making a really strange yet tender face that (Y/N) remembered very well.

She was leaning to the front, staring in awe at the image she had so painfully pictured every night during her pregnancy and Louise’s first years. Dean, holding their daughter and being cute and fluffy with her, at a table in their house and making her giggle.

She was so mesmerized by them that didn’t notice when Sam caught her, less to say the small smile that grew on his face when he understood that there was still a chance for them to go back to being a family.

(Y/N) had always been a great support from Sam. She was the only one who didn’t blame him for wanting to leave, and she even gifted him a few law books so he could continue to learn in spite of not being in Stanford anymore. She was like the kind, older sister he had needed as a child… Not because Dean wasn’t enough, but because she could balance him, get him on the right track.

He missed those summer nights, going to the nearest beach or forest with (Y/N) and Dean, talking about everything with them without fearing to be judged because they would understand – and if Dean dared to bother him, (Y/N) would slap his face so hard he would apologize to Sammy in a matter of seconds – and they would get in all kinds of trouble, and go hunting together, and just being a weird family.

“Uncle Sam?” Louise called, dragging both (Y/N) and Sam out of their trances.

“Yes?” He inquired as the little girl left Dean’s lap to walk by his side.

“Daddy told me you like Harry Potter and other nerd stuff.” She said, “Would you mind watching the Puppet Pals with me?”

Sam smiled tenderly. “Sure, if it’s okay with your mom of course.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Just don’t spoil her; she hasn’t finished the books yet.”

“No problem.” Sam winked, “Cas? Want to come?”

The angel alternated his gaze between the Winchesters and (Y/N) for a few times before he understood that Dean wanted to have a private conversation with (Y/N).

“Yes, I believe I would be of no use in the private conversation that will take place…” They all shushed him before finishing the sentence.

“Uncle Cas, you don’t talk out loud of the private conversation, you pretend not to know.” Louise explained and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the living room. Castiel managed to offer apologies before disappearing along with Sam.

(Y/N) and Dean walked out to the back yard. They could hear the Ticking Noise song playing out loud at the living room, as well as Castiel’s concerned voice asking all kinds of strange questions about the puppets.

They were quiet, remembering the feeling of being right by the other’s side but feeling it too odd to be familiar or warm.

They sat there, at the edge of the two stair steps that led to the grass part, looking at the horizon and thinking of ways to start the conversation they both craved to have.

“Sam really likes her.” Dean finally said, “And Castiel… I know he’s not expressive at all, but he adores her, he really does. He has a soft spot for kids, mostly because they are more patient with him.”

“Louise isn’t precisely patient.” (Y/N) muttered, “But she’s kind, and she won’t stop until she paints his wings pink.”

“I’m sure he will find a way to make it happen.” Dean said.

“She… She wanted to meet Sam so much, you know? She always found him interesting.” (Y/N) confessed, “I mean, besides the fact that he kept in touch for a while… She wanted an Uncle to watch Harry Potter with and read books… All that jazz.”

“Sam never really forgave me for what I did.” Dean mumbled.

“I’m sure nobody has.” She said.

“Not even Louise?” Dean inquired sadly.

“No, she waits next to the phone every afternoon. Fingers crossed, praying that you do call.” (Y/N) trembled.

“I promise, I’m not leaving you two anymore.” He said, placing a warm hand over her knee – a hand she didn’t shook off.

“You can only prove it with actions.” She whispered, looking directly into his watery, green eyes.

Dean’s jaw clenched as he nodded. “I will.”

The silence took over once more. His hand was still on her knee, and it eventually got covered by one of her hands. It was almost the same feeling as when one finds old memories and starts remembering every sensation, or when one hears their old favourite song and finds out they still remember the lyrics.

His hands were drier, but they still felt like home. Her hands were just as soft, except she wasn’t wearing her Vegas ring anymore. The lack of the cold iron made Dean’s heart ache, but having her hand with his once again fixed it a little.

“I miss this.” (Y/N) confessed in a whisper.

“Going out while Sam was doing research and doing nothing.” Dean said, knowing exactly what he meant. “We can still have it back.”

“I’m not sure I can.” (Y/N) muttered, “It’s too fast.”

“Ten years from now, then.” Dean stated, “I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes.”

“Thanks.” She whispered.

Dean left a soft, slow kiss on the forehead, which lingered down to her cheek before her head fell to rest over his shoulder. He turned his palm so they were holding hands properly, like they used to, and then they both felt at peace.

“I don’t get it.” Castiel said as they drove back to the bunker. “You love her, she loves you, why aren’t you together?”

“It’s not that simple, man.” Dean said.

“It’s never that simple.” Castiel groaned, “You humans are odd.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Cas.” Louise comforted him, “I also don’t understand. Just flow with it.”

(Y/N) had agreed to let Louise stay at the bunker as long as she approved it. So the three men and Louise were at the Impala while (Y/N) drove close by. Dean had begged her to go with them in Baby, but (Y/N) knew he would use it as an excuse to make her spend the night as well and she wasn’t ready for that.

They finally arrived, or at least to the front part in which the only visible thing – and only to the trained eye – was the metal door that led to the underground bunker.

“Right, you took the soldier thing too literal.” (Y/N) joked as Sam unlocked the door.

When they entered, both girls were shaking. The bunker was incredible.

(Y/N) made Dean show her every single protective measure there was. From sigils to traps and alarms, Dean showed her everything only to make her agree on letting Louise stay with them for the night.

Louise, on the other hand, was marvelled at the thousands of books at the library, and Sam and Castiel were happily explaining to her what they were all about.

“What’s Bu-Bubbly Asian Beauties?” Louise asked as she caught glimpse of one of the magazines.

“NOTHING.” Sam exclaimed and blocked the rest of the magazines with his body.

“Look, fairy tales!” Castiel gasped, pointing at the opposite side of the book shelf. Sam gave him a thumbs up and proceeded to take each magazine away from her view by placing them on top of the shelve.

(Y/N) and Dean returned from the garage; where (Y/N) almost fainted at the many beauties parked there and slapped Dean’s shoulder for not taking them out for a ride – “You know they need to be used, right?” She argued, and Dean couldn’t help but to melt at her actions.

“Everything in order, inspector?” Sam joked as he caught glimpse of her.

“Yes, ma’am.” (Y/N) joked back. They used to do that all the time when they were younger.

“So I am staying.” Louise gasped.

“Only in one condition… Well, more than one condition.” (Y/N) warned, kneeling down to be face to face with her daughter.

“I’ll do anything.” Louise said.

“First, you have to behave.” The kid nodded, “Second, you have to eat right. Whatever they give you, okay? No picky scenes.” Louise nodded again, “Third, you have to call me before going to bed and when you wake up.” (Y/N) looked back at Dean to make sure he understood and he nodded, “Fourth, you can’t skip the shower. Okay?”

“Okay.” Louise pouted and her resemblance to Dean became more obvious, which made Cas’ mouth form an O.

“I see it now.” The angel commented.

“I love you. I’ll come tomorrow afternoon to pick you up.” She gave Louise a kiss on the forehead and then kissed Sam and Cas’ cheek goodbye.

Dean walked her outside.

“I’ll take good care of her, I promise.” Dean assured, “I’ll be a better nanny than I was with Sam.”

“I know, I trust you.” (Y/N) said. “Just… No pie after ten, nor chocolate. She has to sleep at eleven…”

“Isn’t that too late for a kid?” Dean interrupted.

“I don’t know, she got that from you. So you tell me, Winchester?” She snapped and Dean breathed out a smile. “Just… Bed at eleven, please.”

“Of course.” Dean said.

“She loved bacon in the mornings, and don’t give her coffee or I’ll swear you’ll regret it… She goes all hyper and… No, you don’t want that.”

“No coffee, got it.”

“She knows how to shower by herself, but you will have to push her inside the shower if necessary.” (Y/N) continued.

“She got that from Sam, I swear.”

“I know.” (Y/N) said, “Also, please, I know you don’t like vegetables either but she has to eat some.”

“Sam will take charge of that. Anything else?” (Y/N) breathed in deeply.

“I don’t know how good friends you are with that Crowley but please, no demons when she’s here.”

“But tonight is Poker night!” Dean whined and (Y/N) gave him a death glare, “I’m joking. Neither demons nor supernatural creatures while Louise is here. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” (Y/N) exhaled in relief. “I think that’s it. I’ll call when I’m on my way.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” Dean inquired.

“It’s not like I live two states away… Just a few minutes.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“I know, I’m just worried.” Dean muttered.

“You’ve seen me drive your ass to the hospital at 3 am with vampires chasing after us without getting a single scratch on Baby. I think I can handle it.” She beamed.

Dean gave her a shy smile and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. For a split second, they remained like that, enjoying the warmth in each other’s arms. But then they remembered everything they had once built had been destroyed, and they had to start from zero.

(Y/N) was the first to pull away, and she could see in Dean’s eyes how much he wanted to stay in her arms for a while longer.

“Good-bye Dean.”

It was almost Louise’s bed time. She was in Sam’s bed, watching Netflix – Bones, to be specific – while Sam braided her hair into a braid. Castiel was sitting right by her side, asking all kinds of questions that Louise was more than willing to answer to.

Dean was leaning against the door frame, drinking a beer and admiring his daughter in her pink elephant pyjamas, with Sam braiding her hair like a professional and Castiel making questions on purpose to make her feel intelligent.

It was the life he had missed for five years. Five long years away from such an amazing being like Louise, and away from his one and only love (Y/N). How dumb had he been, trying to keep her away from a life he had suffered in, not knowing that she would only make it better.

She was fear-less a badass in dragon slippers and pink pyjamas. With leather-jacket wearing Barbies and knowing how to use a gun before she even learned what lipstick was. She was his daughter, he was meant to be with her and because of his self-loathing and childhood traumas he had forbidden himself from a happiness they were all meant to have.

“Daddy, do I look pretty?” Louise asked from the bed once Sam had finished.

“What are you saying? You are always pretty!” Dean cheered and Louise blushed and furrowed her nose. Castiel smiled warmly at her.

“I think you look like a princess.” The angel said.

“A tough princess like Merida?” Louise asked with widened eyes.

“Tougher than that.” Castiel said and bopped her nose.

“I want to braid Uncle Sammy’s hair now!”

Because they couldn’t say no to her, Sam ended up with five different braids all over his hair. He looked hilarious and Dean took a picture and sent it to (Y/N) who replied with laughing emojis. Then, it was time for bed, and because Louise didn’t want to sleep alone, Dean allowed her to sleep on his bed.

Sam was at his room, Castiel was at the library trying to learn as many fairy tales as possible. Dean was tucking Louise in bed while she hummed a song.

“The Beatles, huh?” Dean inquired, sitting by her side.

“Yes, my mum sings it to me all the time.” Louise said.

“My mum used to sing that to me too.” Dean confessed as his heart fluttered, knowing that (Y/N) did it because she still remembered him somehow. No matter what he had done, she wanted her to at least have that in common with him.

“Can we call mum now? I’m tired.” Louise yawned.

“Of course.” Dean reached for his phone and dialled her phone number.

After two rings, (Y/N) answered. She was nervous, it was the first time Louise and Dean would spend so much time together, and it hadn’t even been long since they met and (Y/N) didn’t want him to ruin it.

After listing everything she had done throughout the afternoon, Louise and (Y/N) shared their good-nights and Louise fell asleep. Dean left the room, with (Y/N) still on the phone, to continue talking.

“She’s great.” Dean said, “Yes, she did took a shower… Ugh, you didn’t tell me it was for tomorrow morning? No, I did dry her hair. (Y/N), chill! Yes, yes, yes… Okay. Got it… (Y/N)…” Dean took in a deep breath. “I know, don’t worry. We’re all fine. I love you.”

Dean didn’t freeze at his own words, he knew what he felt for her, but when (Y/N) replied with an “I love you too” his whole world turned upside down and a new hope rose in front of his eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t take ten years after all.

The next day, after a large breakfast Dean and Castiel prepared, the boys sat with Louise to share jokes and stories about their hunts until (Y/N) arrived.

Louise was at the car, with Sam and Castiel talking to her through the open window. Meanwhile, Dean and (Y/N) shared the awkward conversation every divorced couple shared when picking up the child from the other’s house.

“Next weekend then?” (Y/N) asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Dean smiled, “Maybe we can go hunting.”

“Sure… But easy hunts, please. Louise is… She’s a beginner.” (Y/N) begged.

“I wouldn’t risk our daughter for anything.” Dean promised.

What followed next was worse than awkward. They were unsure on what to do. Kiss on the lips? Or maybe on the cheeks? Was a kiss proper? Or was it too much? Maybe a friendly handshake would do, but they craved for more.

Dean took the first step and hugged her just like before, except their noses were touching the other’s. Eyes connected, just like they were used to; and their breaths were mixing. Dean smelled like cologne and musk; (Y/N) smelled like that perfume she always wore, and which Dean could recognize anywhere.

They were so close, and their whole bodies begged for them to take the next step… But it wasn’t good. They had to start from zero, rebuild everything so they wouldn’t repeat their same mistakes. They couldn’t just fix a whole in a shattered construction. No, they had to start all over.

“I’ll see you next weekend.” Dean whispered.

“Sure.”

And just like an impulse, Dean pressed his lips to her for a split second. Fast enough so Sam and Castiel didn’t see them, but long enough so (Y/N)’s knees trembled. Their eyes meet afterwards; they reflected the surprise and the need to be together. But they also reflected her reluctant attitude and the fear she felt by being exposed like that to the man that had once betrayed her.

But she wanted him as well. And she wanted the family, and Sam and Castiel were included. She wanted everything she had wished for secretly in those five years when (Y/N) and Louise only had each other. She wanted it so badly…

Masterlist.

SPN Tags: @dreamingintheimpalawithdean @roseyhxnt @thisisjessicatalking Dean Tags: @coffeebreakandwinchesters @oaisara @rdy4thevoid

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Fuck it, here are all my ocs in one room together

Storm Eye: who are most of these people

Ayro: they come from different universes, except the pokemon. Speaking of, DUCK

*razor sharp leaves whiz buy*

Vera: YOU WHORE FOR A FATHER. STOP MAKING CHILDREN WHO ONLY CAUSE VIOLENCE AND MISERY

Solaura: calm down Vera

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: everyone calm down, no need for violence

Phoenix: it's only the pokemon so far

...

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: nevermind. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU PHOENIX

Phoenix: good luck mr. dies a lot.

Frita: Can I help?

Phoenix: Fuck. Let's kill her

*Caleb is just playing with Pep in the corner of the room*

Stabby: BLADES, I HAVE BLADES FOR SALE!!!

Michael Grimm: Why am I still here?

Salem showing her quintuplet siblings and RSE magic tricks: And boom! Fireworks!

Misty: I should just overrun this place with ants. There is plenty of food for them

Ariel: who are all of you?

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: who are you?

Phoenix: Jesus fucking christ. EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP. There is a time and place

Yinvyr: oh haha, when did you become the voice of reason?

Phoenix: When pepsi mcfluffymuffins forgot who is own daughter is and she doesn't know shit thanks to fucking magic god Frita.

Frita: ahem. *shuts down phoenix*

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: wait...

Ariel: da d *knocked out by Frita*

Frita: well, this has been fun but uh, I think I ought to take my friends back home. Bye *leaves with Phoenix, Caleb, her quintuplets, Pep, Ariel, and Misty*

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: goddammit I'm stuck here

Ayro: I could help you get out

Mr. FM: not yet. I just need a break.

Ayro: help me calm them down. *points to Vera trying to kill Storm Eye*

Mr. FM: alright. Easy enough to do I suppose.

Storm Eye: I had no control over him!

Vera: But you raised him

Storm Eye: I really wish I did but it was Sarii

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: what's happening?

Solaura: his son fell in love with Vera but was commanded to kill her

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: oh. Huh, I thought it would be worse

Solaura: worse?

Mr Fluffy Muffins: yeah. My family has killed me about 20 times. Mainly my sister. We used to play a game called drop off. She beat 'til I was near dead and left me in the middle of nowhere tundras, deserts, forests, and so on. Fun times

Solaura: ...

Vera: I WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM BUT HE DECIDED TO KILL ME

Storm Eye: At least I don't keep secrets from my kids

Vera: BULLSHIT

Storm Eye: They know who all their siblings are but yours doesn't

Vera: KEEP THAT LUNATIC OUT OF THIS. SHE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE MENTI-

Vivi sticks a crash landing: Oof

Solaura: hey, uh. Can you get that eevee out of here.

Mr. Fluffy Muffins: sure thing *Teleports with RSE*

Vera: ...

Solaura:... I meant running but

Storm Eye: how did that guy teleport?

*Fluffy Muffins comes back*

Mr. FM: alright, he is safe at the nearest city he recognizes. Some place called Fruv-yul

Vera: thank you

Vlad: Get off of me you idiot

Vida: I am I am. Just, five more seconds

Storm Eye: oh this will be great. * he is slapped with a vine*

Terra: Are you ok dad.

Storm Eye: Yeah, but that hurt. Deserved though

Terra: who is she?

Storm Eye: Vera, or her daughter?

Terra: daughter?

Vera: VIDA

Vida: Oh shi- I mean uh, hi. Umm, meet my friend Vlad!

Vlad: Friend, sure. You put everstone in my food and now I'm forever a sunkern at lvl 100. I only use you to move around

Vida: He's a good friend *wrapped with vines*

Vlad: You threatened the lives of your brother, me, Solaura, and everyone in nearby towns.

Mr. FM: now what's happening?

Ayro: Michael, a friend of mine, he was a doctor in a rather bad research lab. Said lab experimented on pokemon like Vida. She um, she held the power of a god which went to her mind. Now she only bears the marks of a fallen angel in your terms thanks to me and Sarii, but her mind still is insane. She thinks she's invincible.

Vida: I could go for a bite

Vera: I didn't say I was hungry I said I was ANGRY. YOU BROKE RSE'S VOCAL CHORDS AND HURT OUR FAMILY.

Vida: whatever, he's still alive and I'm pretty sure that uxie fixed the damage. Where is my little bro anyways

Vera: He is no longer your brother jack ass. You are not a part of my family.

Ayro: well they're distracted tel... Storm Eye already left through the Reverse didn't he.

Mr. FM: the what.

Ayro: Giratina Chocolate's domain. Anyways, I want to watch what unfolds

Mr. FM: same

Vida: I smell a fox?

Vera: there you go again, blabbering nonsense

Vida: better than the same words and rant of monotony you do. No but seriously, a metallic fox with a bit of bird and soda.

Vlad: please end me

Vera: I can't. Even if I wanted to

Vida: That's riiiiight!

Vera: fuck you. Honestly.

Vlad: wait, why not?

Ayro: You've been with her so long and you haven't noticed? Her name used to be Sally until the scientists made her Vida. Her powers were along those with life. For the brief moments you two were separated at the lab she made you immortal. And made herself have the highest regeneration capabilities.

Vlad: IS THAT WHY YOU NEVER LEARNED TO LAND PROPERLY

Vida: *Blep*

Vera: I hate humans. They abused you and your brother but you still decided they were nice, then they go and give you shit you were never meant to have. What kind of umbreon deserves wings and the powers of life.

Vida: hey, so, I have no clue what to say. Can we wrap this up?

Mr. FM: So she is invincible?

Ayro: Not in the slightest. She has to actively think about regeneration. But that is hard to do in combat and when her mind decides to just, let the pain happen. That scarred eye is also a weak spot.

Vida: OH YEAH. So I ripped up my bro's vocal chords, at least I don't take the eye out of my flesh and blood sibling

Vera: I told you that was the fucking humans. You protected RSE by letting that happen

Mr. FM: ok, I have watched enough. I'm going home.

Ayro: See ya

#damn #i forgot naque #storm eye the umbreon #vida umbreon #vlad sunkern #solaura espeon #long post #vera leafeon #salem braixen #uxie ayro #arceus sarii #brandom ocs #RSE eevee #terra sylveon #vyrin son of storm eye former lover of vera #too much #long reads

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Numero Uno: Exordium in Manila 2017

It’s never easy to be a fan of a prestigious kpop boy group for almost five years. It wasn’t pure bliss to stan at first twelve boys, then now down to nine. I thought my “feels” are fading after every tear shed as I saw members left one by one. “Am I out of love for Exo now?” I thought. It is a scary feeling.

It was..it used to be. But not anymore. A pang of relief hit me. Thanks Exordium.

Last February 25 and 26,2017 were two of the best days of my life as an Exo-L. It felt like a dream to be that close to Exo, as I was able to get not one, but two VIP tickets (VIP standing on the first day and VIP seated on the second day). Exordium in Manila happened to me! Yahoo!

D A Y O N E - FEBRUARY 25,2017

I kept asking myself a couple of times whether I was dreaming or not. For the first time *in forever lol*, I was able to get a VIP standing ticket. It’s not just a standing ticket. IT’S HELLO? A VIP STANDING TICKET FOR MAH BOYS—IT’S E-X-O, THE MULTIPLE DAESANG WINNER FOR OVER FIVE YEARS. *excuse the capslock sorry my feels are showing up again*

I got inside one of the tents allotted for the VIP standing ticket holders queue, met a couple of jolly Exo Ls who were VIP standing ticket holders like me,got inside the venue and literally stood with that stage in front of me. “Yes, Stella. YOU ARE NOT DREAMING. THIS IS YOU STANDING,” I thought as I felt so happy seeing Exo Ls singing while waiting. At the same time,Exo light sticks filled the Smart Araneta Coliseum and it looked like stars in the pitch black sky. I’ve attended Exoluxion last year but I feel so happy seeing the silver ocean lit up again in that kind of view.

As soon as “Moonlight” stopped playing and the lights went dim,the giant screens glowed.

CARELESS, CARELESS SHOOT ANONYMOUS, ANONYMOUS. And the show started by the sight of eight guys on stage.

Exo members in the eyes of a 21-year old fan

Sehun - Of all Exo members, he is the last person to stan for me before. But dang, I appreciated this guy more this concert. Frankly speaking, he looked the manliest even if he is the maknae. That instant, I understood why he continues to win a thousand hearts. He danced too well despite him being so tall (let’s admit it, most tall people look awkward when they dance). The shocking thing is that, his arms showed protruding veins which appeared very manly in my eyes. *what kind of exercise did you do to have those arms? haha*

Kai - “In the beginning of the concert, by stomach is aching. But the Exo-ls are so passionate, I had to forget all about it.” Finally, my bias danced and walked to and fro me. Last Exoluxion, he was affixed the whole time in his seat since he was injured*okay, let’s forget the reason*. His energy as he danced never faded despite his stomach ache in the beginning of the concert *he must’ve ate too much lol*.

Oozing sexiness during his artificial love and play boy stages and overflowing cuteness during 3.6.5 and lucky stage in one person. Yup, that’s Kim Jongin.

D.o - Like when I first saw him last Exoluxion, his face still looked so fluffy; like a five-year old kid inside a twenty five year old guy. His notes as he sang were all so stable and he danced so well as always. No doubt, Kyungsoo is the perfect boy next door image. Oh, he sang “Because of you” by Ne-yo in their acoustic session. More English song covers for this guy oh please.

Baekhyun- He sang Hawak kamay. *nsert crying emoticon* He is too camera-friendly that among all members, my shots of him were the clearest. It’s as if he is really looking at me *lol, look at the picture for reference*.Dang, he is so handsome. His stares were so heart-piercing. My feels were all over the place when he was facing our side as the platform he stood at rose during “What if”.

Chanyeol -he played the guitar so well during the acoustic session. He was so extra and giddy like a little kid who finally had time to stroll in the playground. This happy pill never lost energy. Picture below is the my clearest shot of him. Believe me, he barely stayed in one place.

Suho- I got to see again up close how white his skin is. My first bias in Exo is so handsome on stage. He remembered that they sang Hawak Kamay during their previous visit in the country probably three or four years ago. I love you Joon myeon, but sorry for internally laughing because his supposed- to- be sexy Artificial love cane dance made me laugh. Thank you for still giving your best shot on that, Suho.

Chen - Okay, here’s the deal. Chen totally rose up in my Exo bias list because his high notes were so stable and on-point. The Wolf remix stage was that it proved how good Chen and Baekhyun were as vocalists. I also froze with that high note during “Drop that”. Also, he gained some toned biceps oh c’mon, don’t get used to wearing muscle tees, Chen. Let us all live.

Xiumin – The oldest, yet one of the youngest-looking member. He appreciated how loud the Filipino Exo ls were during the concert. I felt relieved because he was able to perform well too unlike what happened last Exoluxion. Last year, he was also injured so he performed while sitting. He rapped before the Drop that stage, he likes to thrust *lol 3.6.5 has light and unsexy choreo but why did he keep doing that? Ahaha* The cute and sexy baozi, that’s Kim Minseok.

The concert ended with Angel (Into your world) song. The white confetti filled the area. Me, together with Team Besh( my concert buddies who were with me in the queue) didn’t leave the area right away and once again, we gathered to take pictures as we savor that precious pit area. My feet and whole body were all sore after literally standing for almost three hours. Nevertheless, I considered it a “good pain”.Good things come to an end, but the memories will stay.

D A Y T W O - FEBRUARY 26,2017

Day 2 started with me wearing a girly dress since I was in the VIP seated that time. Like day 1, I met with my co-Exo l Madelene who is also my seat mate. For the first time too, I watched the concert with my office mate, Ms. Maylene and her niece.

Big revelation: My day 2 ticket was a complimentary ticket. *Thank you forever, Boss!*

I’m internally slapping myself when I saw how close our area was to the stage.

They performed the same set of songs but I felt honoured to have a different view on day two. I felt more relaxed watching, since I am literally sitting in a comfy place, with my favourite boy band performing for the second time. During day one, I tiptoed while watching them if they were on the main stage and my neck ached because of that. On day two, I saw their main stage performances without straining my still-aching body parts.

My Day Two highlights

*Lay really wasn’t able to perform. I hoped for a miracle despite the fact that the organizers already announced that Lay has “another schedule” and that he won’t make it to Exordium in Manila. But yeah, he really wasn’t able to come.

*Suho noticed the banner for day two which says “Iniirog kita,bes.” He got a banner from a random fan on the VIP standing area and tried to read it. He failed to do so on first glance since the bigger fonts were written in alibata (our native Filipino alphabet). He left the stage while carrying the banner since they have to prepare for another segment. On the final ment, he carried the banner again and initiated on reading the banner out loud.

*Baekhyun wore a butterfly wing costume during the last ment and sang “I believe i can fly” while flapping the wings. *lol baekhyun*

*Chanyeol wore an iron man mask he found on the floor and roamed around other Exo members during the last ment. Also, we saw the accidental unbuttoning of his shirt because he was so hyped when he had a random dancing showdown with Sehun.

*Kai and D.o did the “dab” pose when they saw an Exo ls banner telling them to do so. I know I may be delusional but huhuh I think he saw me waving nini. T_T

*Kai and Baekhyun danced the artificial love cane dance on our area. Oh please, they were so hot, I needed water . *hahaha*

Each concert lasted for three hours. But I felt like it was like only 5 to 10 minutes. I felt so long, yet so short. We all left the venue with pure smiles on our faces. Thank you for starting my 2017 right, my One and Only...Exo.

#ExordiuminManila

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