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darkspellmaster · 2 years

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if you had to Ship/pair the innerscouts (not including sailor moon) and outer scouts with characters from yu yu hakusho who would you pick the writer of sailor moon married the writer of yu yu hakusho I I have seen alot of sailor saturn x hiei stuff

Oh hell...Man this is tricky. My thoughts...

Makoto with Kurama (Shuichi Minamino) -It wouldn't be just for the plants, though I think those would be an added plus, but I think both suffer from similar thoughts. Kurama seems to be a bit guilty about taking on the life of a child who's body he's inhabiting, and probably sees Makoto struggling with the loss of her parents. Both can be very deadly when they want to but both also want the most normal life out of the group they are with. I think they'd get along due in part to their compassion and loyalty and don't get them mad attitude helps a lot. If anything I think Kurama would find it amusing to flirt with Makoto, only to find himself blushing at how sweet she could be and caring. It would put the boy in a tail spin as it were. Ami with Hiei for me -I know it's a weird ass combo, but I can see it working out more than people think. Hiei for all his cool stand-offish-ness is a kind brother who loves his sister. He's also someone that is very smart and understanding to his team mates, even if he acts like he's not. Ami, for her part is someone who can honestly keep up with his coolness, but also bring out the kinder side of him. Beware the quiet ones, as she can be as deadly as he can, and he probably would be inspired by her smarts and bravery. Also I think they would get along with both of them wanting to know about things, and just hanging out. He strikes me as the sort who would happily just sit there while she was doing homework and chill just watching her and wanting to cheer her on in his own way. And she'd probably be one of the few to get under his thick skin and get him to blush and react to things. Minako and Yusuke -Okay hear me out on this one. Both of them have a serious nature under the clown persona they built. Yusuke is a wanna be tough guy who tends to come off as a jerk with a heart of gold. But given how he died in the first place, its showing there a lot of compassion in there. He pushes himself to the limit for his friends and is willing to do whatever he has to to protect them in the Dark Tournament. Dude doesn't back down, and he's no idiot, though he acts like one and stubborn at that. Minako can come off as boy crazy and a ditz at times, but she's really not like that. Her dreams may seem huge but over all, as with Yusuke, her desire to be an idol is over all to bring love and happiness to everyone. And isn't that what food does too? Also she's as stubborn as he is, and willing to keep away from her friends to protect them. As with Yusuke she doesn't back down and pushes herself to the limit to fight for her princess and even steps up when Usagi is in a blue screen of death. There's a reason both of them are leaders to their respective groups. I honestly think that Yusuke would probably be the type that is like, "I'm not going to your concert" then show up in the front row with flowers or something for her. Minako would always cheer him on, and the boy can cook so she probably would love that aspect of him. Rei with Kuwabara -Now this one is really weird but I think it works. Kazuma is a loyal brother who cares deeply for his sister. While he comes off a a goof ball, he's also one of the strongest emotionally of the group. He won't go down, even if you bash him in and is someone who has a gentleness to himself. He's protective and someone that would admire Rei for her charms as well as her mind. He's also so opposite her father and more then likely would be someone that could see through the perfection that Rei has and notice the flaws that make her human. I also can see him making her laugh with how dumb he can be. On the other side let's be honest Rei would help him with his homework and also show him ways to encourage his spirit to make him way stronger. If anything the boy would be blushing all the time around her because he would see her as wonderful and help willingly at the shrine forgoing things just to be around her.

Well that's my thoughts on it. I hope it satisfies your curiosity.

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hungrywriter · 2 years

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Theatre kids pt.1

Carlos Madrigal x gn!reader

a/n: damn, yall really cheat Camilo with Carlos huh? anyways, its 12 am rn, and if i misuse any pronouns , do tell me as I only skimmed through the story.

“Thank you! Please come again!” Their voice echoed across the open stage as they hurried away from the stage with a guitar in hand. They glanced back at the audience and sighed at the number of people who came. Y/n was a performer. An entertainer. Or a puppet, they would say in their bedroom but never brave enough to speak up. They walked to their mother who was waiting backstage, with food on a plate. Their mother helps Y/n by managing their showtimes like a manager would.

She rushed forward to put her plate down and squeeze Y/n's life out of them as soon as she noticed their long face and heavy steps. Y/n returned the hug without question. They separated and Y/n tuned their guitar while leaning on a table.

“Oh vida, only 50 people came. But that's still good right?” Mrs L/n asked nervously, hoping to cheer their child.

“Mama, it's not. Abuela wants the celebration for Bruno’s return to be perfect.” Y/n sighed. As a tradition in the town, Y/n held an annual performance for the town ever since they were a child. Everyone in town would come and sing with them but lately, they have been losing interest and the audience keeps decreasing year by year. Because of this, Y/n has been under alot of pressure and ever since Bruno came home, it gives Y/n more things to worry about. Mrs L/n only sighed and gave them the plate of food. There was silence between the two before the older L/n perked up.

“You know, I think I know what the problem is.” Hearing this, Y/n turned their head, intent on hearing more. “I think the townspeople want something new! she continued. “Would you consider singing a different type of song or perhaps try a duet? You may want to think about that, yeah? Now I have to head home to start on dinner.” Mrs L/n kissed her child on the forehead and walked away. Y/n slumped onto a chair before deciding to see their troublemaker, Carlos Madrigal, their beloved boyfriend.

→

Carlos Madrigal was the town’s devil. Everyone knew that. But what they didn’t know is that he can and loves to sing. He would sing to himself in the bathroom, his room, everywhere in the casita as long as there was no one in the room. He was singing a song while lying on his bed, reading a book(he just doesn't want to go out and help the town) when he heard a familiar voice.

“I didn't know you could sing,” the voice said. He dropped the book on his face and sat up, which earned a laugh from the voice. When he took away the book, he finally saw who the voice belonged to. Y/n was leaning at his bedroom door, arms folded with a smug look on their face. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he was caught by his lover, no less. Carlos groaned and put his book on his nightstand. Y/n walked nearer to his bed and climbed on it. He pushed the pillows away and opened up his arms. Y/n slipped down like a snake onto their lover's chest and placed their head on top of his chest. As their arms encircled one another, both of them fit snugly together.

“You weren't supposed to hear that,” Carlos said, voice muffled as his face was buried onto Y/n’s head. He heard a laugh coming from his chest. Y/n shifted their head to look upwards to see Carlos’s face. They quickly gave a peck on his lips and smiled at him.

“Your voice was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” They praised him. The comment took Carlos off guard and he shifted into many people at once, lastly to a disfigured form of himself. Y/n laughed and as he shifted back to himself, they gently cupped his face into their hands. They looked at him fondly for a moment before their face changed into a serious, focused expression.

“That's it!” They shouted, separating themself from Carlos's body and jumping on his bed with excitement. Carlos followed suit and tried to hold them down.

“Mi vida, you can help me with my problem!” Y/n grinned as they took Carlos’s hands off their shoulders and held them firmly. When they saw Carlos’s confused expression, they explained themself even further. “You can sing with me! For the celebration!”

The thought of singing in front of his family and the whole town made him dizzy. He immediately shook his head and even suggested singing with a different person. Y/n squeezed his hands and tried to make eye contact with him but he wouldn’t budge. He let go of their hands and walked up to his window. He sighed. He would do anything for his beloved but singing? He just couldn’t do it. He heard his bed creaking and footsteps coming towards him. A pair of hands snaked up to his waist and his lover’s head rested on his back.

“Please, mi rey?” They whispered, hugging him tighter. He groaned as he placed his head in his hands. He hates that they have a way with words, and he always falls for their charms. He gave a long thought and the hands around his body loosened, signalling him that they were finally giving up. Without hesitation, he answered.

“I’ll do it.”

#carlos madrigal x reader #Encanto x reader #Encanto #disney encanto

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Sebastian Stan One Shot

Can you write about Sebastian Stan, reader and Mackie read thirst tweets and Sebs get jealous of reader?

"Alright guys so basically you are just going to pull out the tweets, read them and react."

The producer says as you, Sebastian and Mackie sit down in front of the camera and they hand you the tweet cup.

"Whenever you guys are ready."

"Some of my favorite things to do on a Saturday afternoon is to read thirst tweets with Anthony Mackie and Y/F/N Y/L/N so lets see what a thirst tweet says"

Sebastian says looking at the cup before fishing one out.

"Thirstyyy"

You giggle and roll your eyes at Mackie

"I want someone to look at me the way that Sebastian and Anthony Mackie look at eachother."

Sebastian reads.

"Aww"

"Thats great, thats great."

Your two costars look at each other with what can only be described as heart eyes.

"That's nice"

"Oh my god, get a room."

You roll your eyes.

"Anthony mackie you cutie pie come sit on my face and i will eat your ass like a fudge brownie"

You cover your mouth as Anthony reads his first tweet.

"First of all, send a ticket bitch lets do this."

He says looking directly into the camera.

"He's serious. Set it up bro."

You add in.

"That was sweet, a fudge brownie."

"I thought I was straight until Y/N came into my life. Lord have mercy 🥵🥵"

You read the next tweet and smile.

"Oh my gosh. Thank you."

"That's nice."

Sebastian says, a bit of snark in his tone.

"Come get it babe."

You wink at the camera.

" I dont even know what this means."

Sebastian says, prereading his next tweet.

"Sebastian stan is one thick B I H"

"Bitch"

Mackie corrects him.

"Right. That- thats kind"

Seb stutters.

"It's alright grandpa, we'll translate for you"

You giggle as Sebastian rolls his eyes.

"Anthony mackies ass is the real America's ass"

"Damn straight!"

You nod eagerly.

"I concur"

Seb says.

"Thank you. I uh work..."

"Chris evans aint got nothing on you"

You shake your head with Sebastian's comment.

"No, no, no. I work alot to keep the bountiful nature of the round brown alive. So enjoy it. Get some"

You laugh as you reach in the bucket to pull out your next tweet.

"I want to have a threesome with me, myself and Y/N. Please and thank you."

Mackie leans over to read the tweet himself as Sebastian turns away, taking a drink of his water.

"Let's set it up! I'm down!"

Sebastian clears his throat and reaches for the cup.

"Listen when Anthony Mackie said those steel blue eyes let you know where home is. Its my safe place. About Sebastians eyes. Bitch i felt that"

"Didn't we all."

You reply with a happy sigh.

"Thank you, very kind."

Seb can't contain his smile.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks, pushing for more of a reaction.

"Dont look at me man. Dont look me in the eyes. Look over here when you talk to me. Give em the money."

Sebastian turns his gaze more towards you.

"Don't point those things over here!"

You say, shielding your own eyes.

"No I feel good. I feel good."

He laughs, looking up and away from you and Mackie.

"Saw Y/N drinking a Starbucks and damn...I've never wanted to be a straw so bad in my life."

You can't help but burst out laughing.

"What can I say? My mouth is a wonderland."

You shrug, not noticing the look of shock on Sebastian's face.

"Thinking about Anthony Mackie taking a nap on Sebastian's couch dont bother me"

"You have a nice couch."

Mackie says.

"You've put this on the internet."

"You have a nice couch."

"You do have a nice couch Sebby."

You add in.

"You've never seen it! Either of you!"

"Yo, its the best thing in your house."

You nod in agreement.

"They've never been at my house!"

"That's a lie. Alright fine you scared of people breaking in because of your couch. Alright fine its an awful couch."

Mackie finally says before you and he both look at the camera and shake your heads.

"Y/N can have it if she want it."

"Oh, do she want it?"

Mackie asks.

"I think she do!"

You reply again missing Sebastian's jealous reaction.

" I would let Sebastian split me in half like a pistachio. Send tweet."

"Send tweet is that like me to like respond to the thing? Thank god i dont have twitter and this is WHY."

"Seb doesn't know how to twitter."

You pat his back, sympathetically.

"Because you dont like pistachios?"

Mackie asks, confused.

"No, I love pistachios. Cashews are my favorite though."

Sebastian replies, winking at the camera.

"Anthony Mackie is so fucking fine i hope his cheestos are flaming hot like him."

"They are."

"He's hotter!"

You say sweetly, laying your head on Mackie's shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/N and you know what? They are. And them flaming hot funyuns is the jam."

"Oh my god, yes! Mackie got me addicted to those!"

"Don't kink shame me but I want Y/N to choke me and spit on my face. I said what I said."

"Holy wow."

You stutter out.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks.

"I mean um thank you?"

You reply giving an awkward smile.

Sebastian takes the cup and pushes it towards Mackie, wanting to move on.

"Anthony Mackie as captian america makes me horny like put that shield against my neck."

"That's alot."

Mackie says.

"Alot of choking stuff on Twitter."

You note.

"Yeah..."

Seb clears his throat.

"That's alot. That's a good ride. Thank you for allowing me to make you horny."

You snort at his comment.

"Goodnight and good luck."

Sebastian chuckles and cheers the camera, signaling the end of the interview.

After you all say your goodbyes to the crew, you walk ahead of the boys as your assistant goes over the rest of your day.

"A little jealous are we?"

Mackie says to Sebastian, slinging his arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh. Alright but just know, I saw how you were in there and a little advice, if you like Y/N, just tell her."

With that, Mackie walks forward, heading to his waiting car, leaving Sebastian in the lobby, thinking about what Anthony had just said.

#Sebastian Stan One Shot #Sebastian Stan x reader #Sebastian Stan #Cocos stories

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with-love-anu · 4 years

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Kiss me

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Summary: You are the quidditch commentator who loves to tease all kind of players and James gets annoyed, not knowing how awkward you are.

Warnings: none that I could find, swearing, maybe?

Word Count: 1,769

James walked into the pitch feeling confident. They had trained hard, the weather was as good as could be, he was there for the win. Moreover, Lily was watching. He had to be good to impress her. He shook hands with the Ravenclaw quidditch captain, nodding briefly. He mounted his broom, kicking himself off the ground.

***

“I. HATE. HER.” James said angrily.

“Mannn you won the match, let’s celebrate! what’s the problem?” Sirius said slapping his back. James scoffed.

“Ha! James yet again shows off and misses the quaffle, James needs new glasses he’s missing goals even though being a foot away. James. James. James.” James said imitating your voice.

“She teased literally everyone? on both teams?” Remus said, trying to cheer him up.

“Look me in the eye and tell me she makes as much fun of everyone just as me. And my team because I am the captain. Besides the jokes are funny!” James glared at Remus making him gulp.

“Sirius, a little help here?” Remus asked, nudging him. Sirius sighed.

“Mate, if it bothers you so much just go talk to her. I mean, we already know she isn’t bad, not one of the bad slytherins at least. She always hangs out with Evans.” Sirius said.

“You know what? I’m gonna do just that.” James said leaving.

“James, hey! Nice-” Lily said but stopped.

“Later Lily!” he said rushing out of the tower opening up the map trying to find the footsteps labeled, “(Y/n Y/l/n)”

Of course. The library. James took brisk steps muttering and hissing. Why him? He never did anything to you. Why did you always make fun of him? He didn’t run hands through his hair THAT much! He did not know when he reached there. Looking around, he tried to find (Y/n) between the shelves. He found you, hunched over a big stack of books, studying.

“(Y/l/n)!” James called out making you look up. You looked around confused before your eyes landed on James.

“Umm… hi?” you asked, unsure why he was looking for you. James narrowed his eyes. Did you have to act so oblivious?

“Why are you out to get me every time?” James asked, cutting off all formalities.

Your eyes widened as you tried to come up with a response. Because he always seemed so carefree whenever you were with Lily? Because you thought he didn’t take offence to things? Because you thought he would get your sense of humor? All these didn’t seem to be true now, though. James cocked an eyebrow and you realised you’d been quiet for too long. You felt a shiver go through you before you thought about the right words to say.

“Umm… I didn’t mean to offend you. I thought I was having innocent fun. I won’t do it again if it bothers you.” You said at last, leaving James for the loss of words.

“You…” James cleared his throat. “So, you’re saying you didn’t mean those things.”

You forced a smile shaking your head.

“You are actually a very good player, the swing move which you do is quite commendable.” you informed him.

“Oh.” James breathed. He had a speech ready on how every single thing he did in the match had an intention behind it, but you were sitting there complimenting him. He suddenly felt foolish. How many times, did Remus and Sirius tell him it was just a joke? Why didn’t he listen to them?

“I’m sorry if I made you feel bad.” your voice comes breaking him off his reverie. You looked down. Why couldn’t you talk to people like a normal person? Did you have to make jokes every time you meet someone new?

“Hey! Its okay, no harm done. I confess, I may have seen too much into things” James looked at you finding you nodding along awkwardly. It then clicked suddenly. You weren’t much of an extrovert he thought you’d be. He smiled.

“So, what are you doing?” he asked, trying to avert topics.

“Transfiguration.” you said glumly. “It seems no matter what I do, I never get the spells!” You dramatically dropped your head down making James chuckle.

“I’ll help you. I’m good at that subject.” James plopped on the chair beside you.

“You wanna help me after all those jokes about you?” You said looking at him.

“Well, you did say I was good later.” James smirked.

***

The two of you stayed in the library for hours. James cleared every single one of your doubts and you found yourself lowering your guards. It was easy around him. It felt like he could make anyone open up to him.

“No that’s not… wait?!?” James snorted, red from laughter.

“Get it?” you choked words out. Your stomach was paining from how much you laughed.

When the both of you calmed down you noticed the time. The library had long since closed and the only lights on were the one above yours.

“We should be leaving.” you said getting up.

“Yeah. See you in transfiguration tomorrow?” James asked.

“Sure! You got it lover boy!” you said pointing finger guns at him. James roared out laughing, at the term you used for him. You were allowed to call him that, after all the chasing he did for Lily.

***

It happened so slowly that neither of you realised it. You fell in love with James. And he was completely whipped for you. Not that the two of you knew it. James found himself visiting the library so very often, even if to say hi. You met him after his quidditch practices brought him some food and drinks. James would never admit, but he loved seeing you there. Showed that you cared. You loved his goofy smile and he loved you could make him laugh for a change.

It was when one evening, you broke down completely. You had failed transfiguration yet again. You hid in a small opening you were sure no one knew about.

“(Y/n)?”

Of course you were wrong. You turned to see James standing behind you.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. You let out a dry laugh.

“Why do I even try?” you said handing him your transfiguration paper. He studied it for a moment before settling down beside you.

“Look here.” James said pointing towards a question. You rubbed your eyes, directing your attention towards it.

“You see, the answer you wrote is factually correct, but it is definitely not framed nicely leading to the deduction of marks. And here too, you see you are right but you missed out on an important term and that was the frame of mind while performing this spell. ”

James spent the next few minutes pointing out what you did wrong and you felt so foolish. They were all such silly mistakes.

“So you see,” James said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are smart, you know these things; you’ll soon pick up on the writing part too!”

You smiled.

“You know, I always thought you were this egoistic little girl-”

“Heyyy” you said smacking his arm.

“But then I realised you were actually this cool, beautiful girl who has her shit together. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone like you, and in a good way.”

Your heart beat so fast and you didn’t know when you had come so close. You felt his breath over your face and he moved away abruptly. You shook yourself. What were you thinking?

“I should go.” you stood up and walked away fast. What had you done?

That night you both got very little sleep. The realisation that you in fact had started to like James hit you like a brick. He liked Lily, obviously he did. He deserved it too. He deserved someone who wasn’t socially awkward. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. You would act as if nothing happened. So why the hell did it hurt so much?

James couldn’t sleep. He liked Lily. Had since forever. Then why did he want to kiss you so badly. He knew what he would do. Act as if nothing happened. He could not put the friendship in jeopardy. Then why the hell did he still keep thinking about your lips?

***

The two of you acted as the moment never happened. Sirius and Remus could sense something shifted. They knew James had fallen for (Y/n), but couldn’t understand why he wasn’t acting on it.

“James wanna join me for a study session at about 6?” Lily asked.

“Sorry. Not today.” James said, directing his attention towards his friends. Sirius raised his eyebrows.

“Let me guess, going with (Y/n)?” Sirius asked.

“Yes.” James looked at him as a loopy smile emerged on his face.

“Are you sure you like Lily? I mean you keep blowing her off. You sure you don’t like (Y/n)” Sirius asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“No.” James said in a small voice.

“Fine, then spend the evening with Lily today.” Sirius said simply. James frowned.

“Fine, I will.” James huffed. He called out to the girl. “Lily, on second thoughts, I would love a study session.” James winked towards Lily making her giggle.

“Don’t be late.” she said.

***

James did not like this. All he could think about was how Lily was not (Y/n), how she did not get his jokes, how she did not smile the right way, how she did not tease him back.

And it struck him. He was so not in love with the girl in front of him. He stood up abruptly, muttered an apology and left to find (Y/n).

***

You were sitting under a tree near the lake when you heard your name. You turned to find James huffing.

“What happened? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Lily?”

James shushed you taking in gulps of air.

“Want to hear a crazy idea?” James asked standing up straighter.

“Okay...” you said unsure.

“I love you.” James stated.

You opened and closed your mouth several times.

“What?” you asked.

James nodded.

“Yeah. I didn’t believe it either. But I do. And I really wanna kiss those lips.”

You stood silently taking it all in.

“Okay” you said at last.

“Okay, what?” he asked.

“Kiss me.”

James' hands were on you in a second as he kissed you. Hard.

“It’s so much better in reality!” James whispered, pulling away.

“Kissing me? You dreamt of kissing me pottah?” you smirked and cocked an eyebrow.

“Just kiss me.” James said as you smiling doing exactly what you asked him too.

A/N: This was written for the lovely anon. Here is the request. It would mean alot if you dropped by something in my inbox telling me if I did it right. Also, this is my first James fic so reblogs and feedback is very much appreciated.

#james #james potter #james x reader #james potter x reader #harry potter #marauders #marauders x reader #Anu writes

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Right Of Passage

Masterlist

Paige crashes and interview and your hormones are kicking in!

Warnings: Fluff,Swearing, Light Smut

A/n: so here is another Fluffy chapter for my 'from house to home' series enjoy the family fluff! and tiny bit of smut. hope you enjoy xxxxx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81 @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen

You stood backstage with Paige watching on the huge tv in front of you as Henry sat on the famous white sofa talking with Ellen. You had to admit you were excited to be here apart from visiting on set occasionally and going to awards you never really did any of this public stuff. It was how both you and Henry wanted it but it was nice to get out and be involved, Paige was excited to she loved watching her daddy on telly but a lot of his films weren't age appropriate...you’d thought about letting her watch man of steel soon but you didn't want her to get upset seeing her dad in trouble or kissing another lady she hasn’t been old enough to understand yet... She also never understood how he got in the telly she was at the age when she was beginning to understand that he was filmed and then the videos were put on the tv. She jumped up and swerved trying to peek around the curtain to see what was going on.

"Paige! No come on back here, you can see daddy after sweety just watch daddy on the telly here." She pouted but relented standing next to you huffing.

She didn't understand why she couldn't go and cuddle her daddy he was right there! And true to form when your little girl was told she cant do something she really really wanted to. You sighed watching her cross her arms and pout.

"Poppet I'm sorry but this is live...So its being put on the telly now as they film it" she scoffed at you a proper three year old teenager!

"But but why? He is my daddy! Mine and and I can cuddle my daddy when I want to! Daddy said sooo!" She finished with a pout and little stomp completely and utterly miffed.

You laughed a little, ah so that’s what it was she was jealous of everyone oogling her father. You could definitely understand that the other guest was a women you didn't recognize, an actress in a new sitcom that apparently didn't know Henry was a married man with a family! She mustn't have known not with how she had been acting during the interview. She was; in your opinion to familiar with your husband you could see he was uncomfortable as she placed her hand on his leg letting it linger to long, he had cleared his throat and shifted sliding his thigh from underneath her palm quickly and flicked his eyes to her in warning.

You gave her daggers through the screen wanting to go out there, he was your man he wore your ring and everything!. The desire to run out there and climb all over him, grind in his lap and make it absolutely clear that piece of ass was yours. You faltered and blush at the thought, where had that come from? Well you knew where it had come from you were pregnant and horny and had been without your man for twelve weeks! You had yet to find the time to jump him since being here.

Ellen must have noticed the little exchange between her guests as she spoke up to Henry moving the conversation on to the next topic, one which Henry had not warned you about prior.

"And we just heard that you've had a surprise this week?" You snapped your head back to the screen it couldn't be? How the fuck? did-did he tell them? You watched as Henry grinned leaning forward nodding in excitement.He definitely did

"Yes I did. My beautiful wife bless her" he made a point to emphasize the word wife to the other woman giving her a look making her blink surprised but he continued professionally like the second long pause had been for drama. The urge to stick your tongue out a the woman and go 'ner ner na ner ner' was strong...But you didn't want Paige to tell her father so kept your tongue behind your teeth.

"She found out she was pregnant with our second child whilst I was here filming and instead of phoning me up to just tell me she arranged for her, Paige;our first born and Kal to come over and deliver the good news in person!" The audience awed as the photo Amy had taken of all four of you was put up on the screen.

You couldn't help the warmth in your chest as you watched him turn gazing softly at the photo forgetting the world around him as the huge screen showed his growing family.

The other guest visibly flinched face dropping for a second then plastered on a false smile. She hadn't known so you could let it slide...Sort of.

"Wow really? All the way from England?...That’s Paige there? Shes so big the last photo I saw was what a year ago? her brithday?" Ellen was grinning to the screen then looked back at him.

"Yes it was shes so big now and smart I find it hard to keep up sometimes shes a three-nager a sassy little moo, coming up to her fourth birthday, she starts school soon..." Ellen nodded you'd been here with Henry before promoting man of steel just after Paige was born Ellen had got a quick sneaky cuddle but nothing was really broadcast just a quick photo you'd snapped of Henry half asleep in the hospital with her all swaddled up rocking her.

"Wow school? Oh right England they start at four or five right?" He nodded enthusiastically he could sit here and gush over his family all day but had to reel it in.

"Yeah she's in preschool now and starts primary school in September...But they were both due to come over in a few weeks but brought the trip forward. Y/n knew how much I wanted another child so wanted to make it special...She had everything planned her and Paige in superwoman and supergirl t shirts surprised me onset then handed me a huge card with a note from Paige and a blown up photo of the ultrasound inside there was also a tiny superboy baby grow inside...It was a shock but I am really happy she would go so far for me...It meant a lot." Ellen chuckled nodding.

"Superboy huh?" He grinned

"Yes where we had been trying before I left she was past the first trimester when she went for her first scan and found out the gender we are having a boy this time! And I cannot wait!" Ellen glanced over to where you knew you were hidden and smirked nodding to the twitching curtain. Twitching curtain?

You froze and looked around .Where the fuck was Paige? Oh no! You looked over and saw her crouched by the curtain her tiny head peeking round, you raced over past a chuckling tech hand and tried scooping her up before she was noticed. It was took late.

"Speaking of not being able to wait, I think your kid over there can't wait to have you all to herself again." She ended with a chuckle you swore under your breath hand just curled around her pink leopard print tunic top. Paige looked back grabbing your hand and said quite loudly.

"Look Mummy people! Hi people!" And waved some waved back making her beam up at you.You heard everyone chuckle Ellen and Henry's being the loudest due to the microphone's. If you had been watching the screens you’d have notices a silent conversation between Henry and Ellen using only their eyes and with a subtle nod from Henry Ellen spoke to Paige.

"Yeah people?..Lots of people, you want to come here and sit with your dad for a bit?" Paige gasped and stood up now revealing herself completely to the stage twisting her hands in her tunic and nodded vigorously her puffy curly ponytail bobbing about, she turned giving you a look to see if its okay. You sighed nodding smoothing her hair.

"Behave and use your manners and we will do anything you want today okay?" she nodded then walked slowly unsure as the entrance to the stage was from behind the sofa and she'd have to walk around the front near the big cameras, Henry looked behind him seeing she was nervous and quickly got up running around to grab her.

She moved towards him quickly holding her arms out to her daddy making the audience coo at her then she half climbed half lifted up on his hip as he turned moving her to sit comfortably on his lap pulling at her top straightening it out. You moved back covering your face. What the fuck have you done? Your daughter that is to smart for her own good and a sassy little madam was out on live tv with her equally smart and cheeky father...God help you all.

You quickly moved to the tv again to watch the impending disaster you moved placing a hand on your bump, a habit you had when pregnant with Paige and it seems to have stuck, it was a calming motion. You giggled as Henry moved her when a knee was in the wrong place quickly tucking her legs into a more tolerable position on his lap quietly whispering in her ear probably echoing your warning of being good.

She nodded and looked around at everyone waving cutely to some of the audience. She held onto Henry tightly resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her rubbing her leg reassuringly.

"So cute! And she really looks like you...Hi sweety! You feel better now, I've kept him for a long time huh?" She nodded unsure at first then took a deep breath.

"S'ok Miss Ellen, I can share with you." She beamed down at the little girl.

"Oh that’s so sweet, tell me are you excited to be in America with your dad?" She smiled nodding at Ellen going a little shy but surprisingly still spoke.

"Yeah! Its hot and and fun, we got to play at the pool! and we got to see daddy again!" Ellen smiled at her nodding.

"You miss your dad when hes away huh?" She nodded sadly

"Yes but he is a spy so he has to go!" You froze oh no. Ellen laughed it off glancing to Henry.

"A spy huh?" Paige nodded to her

"Yep! Last time he was away he was at spy school with his friends daddy is very good at it he is really sneaky! he sneaks me sweets when Mummy says no!....Don’t tell her...Mummy said he's too sneaky!" Ellen laughed out loud as Henry sighed rolling his eyes.

"Aha and what else does your Mom say?" You held your breath for a second praying your little girl would be kind.

"She says that he is cheeky! And she misses Daddy but its okay a'cos me and Kal cheer her up. And and she loves him...Like alot a gazillion times a day." You blinked back tears as your sweet little girl melted your heart Henry moved forward kissing her hair she shifted on his lap.

"And I miss my girls to when I'm away poppet" she smiled giving a quiet 'I know' and attached herself to him again rubbing her face in his soft button down shirt.

Ellen smiled it was very rare to get any insight to the Cavill's. Henry guarded your privacy fiercely there was barely any photos around of his family to get an interview like this was...well it was a first no one had seen pictures of the little girl since her last birthday.

"So what do you think of your dad being Superman?" Paige sighed and tilted away from her dad he raised an eyebrow at her she mimicked him then turned to Ellen shaking her head.

"He isn't really superman...He is just playing pretend with Batman a'cos batman knows the real superman!..And superman is to busy...Its something to do with work....I think." Everyone roared up at that but Paige blinked not finding it funny she looked up to her dad frowning he just gave a cheeky grin and shook his head at her telling her not to worry.

"So hes not superman are you sure?" Paige eyed her father squinting and nodded.

"Sure" making everyone laugh again Ellen smirked trying to hold in her own chuckles.

"What makes you so sure?" You held your breath, Henry did to .Oh fuck.

"Daddy can't get Kal to take a bath!" You and Henry both sighed relaxing. Thank fuck for that.

"He can't get Kal to take a bath really?" She nodded.

"Aha if daddy was superman he could catch him a'cos superman is really fast so kal can't run away! And he could pick him up out of the bath without falling in." Ellen started laughing and Henry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly going a little red.

"You fall in the tub with the dog once and can never live it down!"

"So your dad isn't superman?" She shook her head at Ellen. No.

"Oh okay okay... So Henry when you gonna tell her? wait until the film comes out?" She directed that to a chuckling Henry who nodded.

"She isn't old enough...We thought it might scare her seeing me in some of the fight scenes, maybe when it comes out, she will be older and hopefully understand more...She doesn't understand just yet as you can tell I'm a spy for the moment." Ellen nodded smiling Paige turned her head at him.

"Hey....Are you not a spy no more daddy? does that mean I can have a boyfreind?" you covered your mouth. Holy shit she didn't! Henry gaped like a fish looking at her flushing a very bright red as everyone seemed to find the little girl hilarious.

Ellen managed to nip in speaking to Paige before Henry could do any damage control.

"Wait you have a boyfriend?" Paige smiled rocking slowly back and forth holding the tips of her shoes tilting her head cheeks rosy completely ignoring her father stuttering behind her

"Daddy said that spy rules says spies little girls can't have one until they twenty one so I had to keep it a secret!" Ellen had to look down trying to compose herself for a second.

"So... You hid it from your dad huh?" Paige grinned nodding then looked to her dad who could do nothing but laugh wiping away a tear from how much it had tickled and embarrassed him.

"I ca-hahant believe you just said that nugget...hohahaho! oh god..Oh Paige I do love you poppet...No she doesn't have a boyfriend. She has a best friend who is a boy. A boy. Friend not boyfriend when I found out well I thought yeah" he broke off into more chuckles.

"Yes..Spy rule huh?...Protective dad mode?..." he nodded to the host still trying to cover his chuckles wiping away tears of laughter finding this completely amusing.

"So Paige what else have you done since being here?" Paige turned from her dad then to Ellen and looked up thinking then smiled brightly.

"Oh oh! I know I found a new favite' food we ate this shell thingy!"

"Shell thing?" Henry now calmed down from his embarrassment spoke up answering Ellen becoming a toddler interpreter.

"Taco's she tried her first taco yesterday" Ellen smiled wide.

"Wow how many did you eat?" Paige sat up holding out two fingers"Wow really two whole tacos!" She smiled at the blonde woman visibly relaxing.

"Yeah but Daddy had more...And Mummy had more then Daddy but s'ok cos shes gotta feed the baby"

"Ah I see...Your gonna have a baby brother soon?" She squealed alittle to close to the microphone making people wince

"YES! HE IS THE SIZE OF AN ARTICHOKE-daddy stop pokeing meee!" You chuckled as she turned pouting batting at Henry's discretely hidden hand, poised between himself and her side that had been poking at her tummy.

"Indoor voice sweety, you were shouting again." She blinked and shrugged at 'and?!' him getting a stern warning look that sent shivers down your spine, Fuck you were gagging for it.. Especially after seeing the woman drool over him, you thanked your lucky stars that Paige hadn't said something.

Paige sighed her face dropping for a second from Henry's scolding then brightened up.

"Yeah my baby brother is is dis' big" she cupped her hands around the size of an artichoke then stretched them out wide.

"But my mummy's tummy is 'dis big, she has a big belly! And and its a boy to! I'm getting a baby brother just like Daddy promised!" Ellen smiled at her.

"Really he promised?" Paige moved kneeling up on Henry's lap 'accidentally' kicking the women beside her who grunted. And just like that with no prompting Paige turned to her.

"Oh sorry misses Lady I didn't mean to kick you den" you and Henry being her parents both knew that was a lie just by the sickeningly sweet tone.You had spoke to soon Paige was not one to let things slide and it would seem that Paige hadn't liked the other woman touching her father either.

The audience awed falling for it...it seems that she had inherited more then just her looks from her father as she 'apologized' to the woman who smiled and waved her off saying its fine.

Paige tuned away quickly to look at Ellen again bouncing holding onto Henry's thumb.

"Yes daddy promised! And I helped to he said they couldn't have a baby if I didn't stay in my own room-mmm! Hummyyyh!" Your heart jumped in your chest as Henry quickly moved holding his palm over your daughters mouth smiling chucking nervously turning bright red.

Everyone laughed casually as he did Paige grabbed at her dads hand tugging with all her might to try and remove it. Ellen then turned to the camera.

"And I'm afraid that’s all we have time for until next time and remember be kind to one another" you breathed a sigh of relief that hadn't been as bad as you thought ,as soon as the on air light went off Henry smiled thankfully to her as she chuckled shaking her head.

You made your move quickly moving out on stage ready to swoop up your baby. Paige quickly struggled and freed her face from Henry's grip whining. She didn't whine for long as he through her up in the air then swooped down and back up throwing her higher and catching her as she laughed and squealed as he did it again this time when he caught her he began tickling her then stood placing her on his hip rocking her slowly patting her bottom trying to get her to sleep, as always she curled up to him resting her head on his shoulder. He turned to you then Ellen.

"I’m so sorry since being here she has been a bit clingy, he hasn't been able to go anywhere...I had her right there then she was just gone!" The woman laughed it off looking to the now sleepy child nodding off on Henry's shoulder who was sushing her.You was thankful in that moment that she could nod off just about anywhere

."Its fine. She was very well behaved and polite it was a pleasure speaking to her, everyone barely hears about you both! Its a treat to see her I would have her back in a heartbeat, I can't believe how big she is the last time I saw her she was still so tiny!" You laughed remembering

"She was what two weeks?" Henry nodded at you. You had stayed a little too long when he was promoting man of steel and had to have Paige here in America as you wasn't aloud to fly back home.

"Congratulations on the new baby Henry was saying in the break that your due in November?" You smiled nodding placing a hand on the bump.

"Yes I really can't wait...Henry didn't mention he was going to announce it tho...Did you babe?" He chuckled nervously licking his lips.

"S-sorry I just got excited and I did say I was going to show you off when you were pregnant this time" you hummed moving around to check Paige who had fallen asleep, the heat has really been getting to her here it was like having a sleepy baby all over again."She asleep?" You nodded to him and he finally stopped rocking and patting.

"Its fine Henry I was more concerned with what this little monkey had to say~ but I'm proud she was very well behaved considering...But I think we are going to have one hell of a day after her nap." He frowned at you

"What makes you say that?" You grinned sheepishly."When Ellen called her out I told her if she was polite and behaved then we would do what she wanted for the rest of the day... Mac donalds and swimming I think has been the request for the last few days." Ellen laughed along with Henry then leaned in giving you each a hug.

"Well we will let you go then enjoy your day and come back soon! I'd love to have you over!" You both smiled thanking her before leaving the studio.

"Well that wasn't as bad as I thought" Henry broke the silence in the car as he drove towards the hotel. You moved taking a peek at Paige asleep in her car seat sprawled out.

"Yes... I panicked when she was first out there dreading what was going to come out of her mouth." Henry nodded taking a deep breath.

"Your telling me, I did give her a quick warning beforehand that if she played up she was going straight to bed when we got back" you smiled at him nodding and leaned back silence washed over you again.

"Your not angry with me letting her out there like that are you?" You snapped your gaze to him.

"No I'm not, I don't want it to be regular tho. But I know you want to show her off a little now that she is older" He nodded then winked.

"It was mainly to get that other actress to back off, can't even remember her name but she was...To touchy." You grunted

"I noticed...So did Paige... You know she kicked her on purpose right?" He nodded to you checking the wobbed out child in the rear view mirror again.

"Yes I did jealous little nugget, I couldn't even blame her for it how bad is that? I suppose you didn't like her all over me either?" You huffed crossing your arms looking out your passenger side window.

"No I wanted to-" you flushed closing your mouth quickly he stopped at a traffic light and turned to you and poked you making you roll your eyes. He got worried thinking maybe he had done something so he continued with a few more pokes you turned to face him wriggling his eyebrows you flushed looking down shyly. His heart soared he loved that after all this time he still had it! he could turn you into a blushing schoolgirl with a look.

"Ooo you wanted to what Mrs Cavill? Claim me in front of everyone?" You squeezed your legs together as the thoughts of exactly what you wanted to do crossed your mind. images of being railed, sweaty bodies in twined grinding and rutting. you moaned quietly wringing your hands in your top then wiped your damp palms on it.

"Come on babe you can tell me? You know I love it when you get all growly and territorial what did you want to do to show her I'm yours?~" he was right, he loved when you got all aggressive, when you took charge and fucked him! you frowned he wanted that? right well he got it! fuck it you growled turning to him before he could turn away you grasped his chin tightly tugging him forward leaning over the center arm rest.

"I'll tell you what you little shit! I wanted to come out there and dry hump the fuck outta you whilst waving your wedding ring in her stupid fucking squirrel like little face! There you happy! I wanted to fuck you till you pass out! To show her and the world exactly who you fucking belong to! And and make you beg for me to make you cum in your stupid scrumptious little trousers on live tv! " You panted going red as you ground out the words growling them out across his lips.

He blinked bright red unable to speak for all of the mans teasing, he wasn't really prepared for your outburst. You gave a chaste kiss and pulled back facing forward and stared at the traffic lights and watched them change, but Henry was frozen eyes blown wide still trying to process your filthy words as they went straight to his cock making him twitch, he took a deep breath debating weather of not it was his morals would allow him to fuck you in the car with Paige sleeping in the back....probanly not. You turned to him and awkwardly motioned to the light wanting him to move.

"Henry... The,Err the lights green.." he shook his head pulling out of his daydream of pinning you face first into you windscreen and fucking the living daylights out of you and looked back to the road moving again.

"So...Then? Hormones kicking in?..." you flushed at him sinking into your seat nodding. He smirked licking his lips remembering just how your hormones had effected you last time, the nights of endless fucking you were insatiable he had a hell of a job keeping up.

"Don't worry baby I will sort something out....If I remember last time you liked the suit I'm sure I can arrange-" you turned scowling at him your blush now spreading to your chest.

"Don’t you dare arrange anything with anyone! I mean it you little shit! Not a soul I can't have you just wandering off dressed as fucking superman! We will be caught!" He hummed giving you a cheeky side glance and placed his hand on your thigh squeezing and rubbing up and down making you tense again.

The bonus with American cars is they were mostly automatic gearboxes so he could keep his huge palm on you for the whole ride if he wanted.

"Oh love you really are wound tight huh?~ Well Zack knows about your love of the suit after last time~ okay okay! I wont Jesus...How about I see if we can have a day to ourselves I will see if Ben can look after Paige; I doubt she will act up for batman...no? No your right bad idea. Okay then we book her in for the day at the kiddy club in the hotel, could sign her up for swimming lessons and a day with the other kids in the crech? They do all sorts she would have fun" You smiled at him nodding liking that idea better.

"Then we can spend the day in bed....Or in the trailer I have a morning shoot the day after tomorrow then one at night....So I'm in the suit....Alone all day and the night shoot is rain I think so it doesn't matter if I get a little disheveled. And this one will be easier for us to slide back into place so we wont have a repeat of last time!" You blushed remebering last time. Zack may or may not have caught Henry going to town balls deep in the trailer as you screamed 'Kal' over an over role playing being pounded by the man of steel.It was only when Zack burst in Henry realized he had forgot to lock it. You cringed giving him a look.

"And I promise to lock the door this time...I could put a hat on the handle to... Or something so people know" you sighed rolling your eyes, he would do as he pleased...But if you got to fuck Superman again you weren't going to complain.

It was then that Paige stirred you heard her gasp and cry happily.

"Mac donalds! Mummy Daddy I want a- Can I have a Mac donalds please?" You smiled trust her to wake up when you were near a drive thru, the nugget could smell Mc nuggets a mile away. You tilted your head looking over to the drive thru that was across from you ,it was fairly empty a small que now that the lunch rush was over, you smiled nodded to Henry who had been eagerly waiting for permission.

Paige squealed happily as the car turned into the lot Henry turned his head to the rear view mirror as he waited in the que.

"What do you want baby girl? Nuggets?" She shook her head making him frown.

"But you always get nuggets nugget." She rolled her eyes shaking her head huffing at him.

"No daddy not today! I was good in the telly... And I’m a big girl...A big sister now so I think its time daddy." Time? He blinked not understanding you giggled as the que inched forward already guessing what she was going to say, a right of passage all children dreamed of.

"Daddy...I want a big mac... wiv lots of gherkins and a strawberry milkshake" you chuckled louder as Henry turned to face her through the center console.

"Poppet?... Here in America the big macs are really really big I don't think you could eat-" you placed a hand on his arm twisting him back around. He gave you a look of confusion.

"Get her the big mac...I promised anything she wanted...Lets get her the big mac and thank god she didn't ask for a joyride in the batmobile...Which was definitely a possibility...Get her some nuggets to incase she doesn't like it, I'm not sure if shes going to like the sauce. I'll have a large big mac extra gherkins extra cheese and strawberry milkshake"

"And a flurry!" You smiled

"Yes and two Mc flurry's" he smiled laughing

"Three big macs and Mc flurry's coming right up" as he pulled up and ordered.

Once you had your order you decided to park up and eat at one of the tables outside the restaurant. You got out your phone filming as Henry pulled out her meal placing it before her.

"Here we go poppet! One big girl big mac!" You laughed as she stared eyes wide like he had presented her with the holy grail. She shook her head bouncing in her seat excited for her first big girl mac donalds and smiled popping open the box her eyes widened.

"Wow thats so big! Look daddy looooook when I finish that my tummy will be as big as mummys! I will look like I got a baby to!" You laughed twisting the phone to see Henry on the screen still filming.

"Well you was a good girl and we did promise you anything today so you just enjoy your lunch okay poppet!" She grinned then inspected her food and frowned you and Henry began opening your own lunch sharing a look over the table as Paige blinked moving her tiny hands over then bun trying to squish it down so she could pick it up she faltered then blinked she tried again then scratched her head a little finally huffing and looked to Henry who had been watching and smirked trying to hold in a chuckle at the cute pout his daughter had.

"D-daddy....Daddy how am I? Daddy I can't pick it up" You both laughed as Henry quickly picked up the huge burger that was almost the size of her head, he held it in one hand moving it up to her she clutched his hand and the other side of the burger just getting her thumb and fingers around the bottom and middle buns. She took a bite as he held it steady for her all the while you were giggling filming her first big mac experience definitely planning to pull stills from it, hell this might even make it into the Christmas calender's you made as gifts for each year...on that thought a still of Henry's shocked face on Ellen with Paige was a good idea to...She squealed happily whilst eating making you and Henry smile.

Paige had got a quarter of the way threw the burger and was full,she didn't even have her chips or Mc flurry, she didn't care much either when you binned the melted icecream she was to happy with her 'big girl big mac' that had been wrapped up and in your hand bag for her to finish, she wouldn't let you bin it. The rest of the day had been spent lounging around the pool at the hotel Henry had played with Paige, picking her up and throwing her in the water making her scream as she kicked about paddling with her arm bands bobbing about in the water as he chased her, swimming under her being a 'shark' and tickling her feet making her laugh loudly and try to float away.

Yesterday he had another day off and had spent it with Paige having a daddy daughter day and you had made full use of the spa...Well maybe not full use there were many things you couldn't do because of the pregnancy. but you had got a facial and mani pedi and a Indian head massage then on to the more uncomfortable treatments your eyebrows done and at the prospect of your day with upcoming Henry your legs and bikini line...Yeah out of all the things you could do in a five star luxury spa it had to be the painful things you could do

You hummed you were onset again Henry had just filmed a few scenes and you was waiting by the crew for him to have the okay to run off back to his trailer.Paige was having the time of her life at the hotel kiddy club there was swimming lessons and a huge playground then fun arts and craft activities planed in the afternoon you was picking he up at 5pm when Henry had to be onset for the evening shoot.

"Sooo hows mama holding up?" you jumped about a foot in the air as Ben slid up beside you chuckling. you and Ben had got on over the week you and Paige had been here, he was brilliant with Paige understanding from his own kids how much it meant to her to meet 'batman' he'd played along and you and Henry had even had to use the old threat 'I will tell batman, I will I will phone him right now so he can come and tell you off' to get her to behave how long it will last your not sure but it had been a god send.

"Sorry didn't mean to frighten you...So you feeling? any cravings yet?"

"does sex count" he spat his drink at that laughing loudly making you chuckle.

"OOHHH I see them hormones hitting you hard huh? no wonder your out here...Wheres the other two?" you smiled at him shaking your head.

"Paige is at the kiddy club in the hotel learning not to drown and Kal is currently asleep in the trailer, Henry wore him out this morning before coming here." Ben smiled nodding watching as you eyed your man.

"So? your gonna fuck superman today?" he smiled cheekily you flushed pushing him.

"If I get my way fuck yes....Just hope this suit is easier to put back on then the last one...Got him fucking stuck nearly ripped it bless him" he blushed brightly.

"Fuck no kidding?!" you nodded to him exasperated. you smiled as Henry finally got the okay to leave and ran, yes ran to you quickly scooping you up making you giggle and kick your legs.

"Bye Ben!" you waved over Henry's shoulder he waved back shaking his head.

Without any interruptions or detours you soon found yourself in the trailer cozying up with your very own superman kissing and sucking at his neck as he moved pinning you to the bed grunting entangling his tongue with yours.he moved to place himself between your legs.

"Fuck I can’t wait to be inside you again...Been to fucking long since I stuffed you full!" you moaned as he tore at your clothes rolling you over carefully as he stripped you kissing and biting at your neck as he did. It wasn't until then you saw kal...Sitting right at the bed his tail thumping on the floor. He thought you were playing...You hoped. You tapped Henry trying to get his attention but he was to interested in flicking your nipples with his tongue.

"Babe....babe!....Hey Superman hold up!" you finally moved his head to look at you.

"Huh?" you looked at Kal who was still watching you both.

"And it’s Kal?....He don't know what we're doing do you boy?" you looked from him to the dog then back.

"Really? you think he don't know the birds and bees? And what about when we role play? what’s he gonna do when I call you Kal?." Henry laughed moving to kiss you again then pulled back licking his way across your neck and shoulder speaking between kisses

"Well...Call me...Clark then" you frowned you didn't think of that one last time you'd done the whole 'Alien meets human' scenario you poked his smug little face

"Alright smart ass" you resumed kissing at him rolling on the bed carefully then glanced feeling something hot puffs of air. Kal panting on your side.

"Babe wait...Kal come on don't be all creepy breathing on my like that boo!" Henry pulled back rolling his eyes

"Babe leave him its fine we have had sex around him before"

"Yes but he's never been so close... Its like voyeur! our son is a voyeur!!"

"Come on love he don't understand besides he watches you in the shower...He has seen you poop!....Okay okay ,Kal go lie down over there, come on off you pop" he said pressing at the Akita to the door Kal huffed and laid down a little ways from you both

"Far enough?" you nodded to him and pounced at him biting at his neck making him moan low in his throat he pressed you back bringing his hands to the apex of your thighs moving them slow and steady rubbing at your needy pussy whilst talking up a role play for you which was incredible.

"Fuck,I don't normally do this but you, you are fucking magnificent, you owe me little woman! saving you as I did, its not often I ask for anything in return but fuck if I don't want to fuck you~, tell me you going to let me fuck you? let superman cum in that little hot cunt as a reward?" you moaned tho cheesy and cliche you couldn't resist as he moved his hot mouth across your tits sucking and pulling at the overly sensitive flesh as he dipped his fingers inside of you rolling your bud with his finger he nuzzled his face across your stomach slowly placing a chaste kiss over your unborn.

The moment was ruined when Kal gave a small 'boof' making you both jump about a foot scared shitless as the bear had crept back to the bed resting his chin on the mattress staring at the both of you Knowingly. Kal didn't like you fucking whilst pregnant apparently that. You sighed telling him to go lay down and he did .....on the bed next to you shoving Henry away from you with his big furry head resting it on your belly blinking up at his dad with puppy eyes.

You laughed at the look on Henry's face, superman had just been cock blocked by his puppy and you roared with laughter unable to stop petting the silly bear.

"Oh god hahaha! Kal please come on off boy! Mummy and daddy want some alone time..." The bear huffed.No. he stayed still looking at you and Henry with just his eyes pretending to ignore you both. Henry sighed leaning over him.

"Okay then son here's the deal...You let me go at your mother for and hour and I promise you the biggest rawhide chicken treat I can find? okay deal?" you giggled as Kal’s ears perked up at the word chicken. He was thinking about it so you added to it trying to convince your four legged son.

"Just think Kal....A big stick of raw hide chew with a huge slab of dried chicken all to your self, and either of us will take it away when we think it will spoil your dinner...you get the whole thing in one sitting?...oh and did you know there are some huge treats after all it is America" he barked happily wagging his tail and jumped off the bed disappearing to the other end of the trailer. you and Henry blinked at him you recovered first scowling at Henry.

"And you said he didn't know what we were doing! fucking damn right he new!" Henry shook his head laughing uncomfortably

"He scares me sometimes..."

"No shit!"

"Now where were we? we only have an hour~" you giggled as he dived back down ready to spend the time Kal had allowed you ravishing each other. Kal did not give you an hour, being generous pup he was he gave you two.

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Race Against the Clock (Chapter One)

At Mirio and Tamaki's wedding, Midoriya and Kirishima come to the same conclusion: They're gonna propose to their partners. The issue?

They both realize that the other also plans to propose. They both know that Bakugo and Midoriya's rivalry, while healthier than ever, extends beyond just their competition in beating the other out for the spot of #1 Hero. They both know that if 'stupid Deku' got engaged before Bakugo himself did? Kirishima would never hear the end of it.

And so the race to be the first to propose starts.

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(Technically a prequel(? side fic?) to the fic "He Knows no Repose", but you don't need to have read that fic to get this one)

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters; Pro-Hero Characters; No Manga Spoilers; Multi-Chapter fic Pairings: Eijirou Kirishima/Katsuki Bakugo (KiriBaku); Izuku Midoriya/Ochako Uraraka (IzuOcha); Mirio Togata/Tamaki Amajiki (MiriTama)

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Getting Bakugo to come with him to Tamaki and Mirio's wedding had been a challenge, to say the least, but Eijirou Kirishima was so damn glad he did.

Kirishima had always known Bakugo was the one for him, even in the early stages of their relationship. He couldn't imagine a future without the tenacious eruption of a man that was Katsuki Bakugo by his side. He'd known he was going to marry this man one day.

But in this moment, as Kirishima looked to Bakugo, all sound was deafening in the redhead's ears, his eyes widening in realization upon feeling the blond subtly hook their pinkies together as Mirio and Tamaki exchanged their vows. He took in the sight of Bakugo's soft resting scowl, the faint flushed color that dusted his pale cheeks, their pinkies hooked to one another in a sign of unity while another couple was forming their own union several feet in front of them. In this moment, Kirishima knew:

I want to propose to him soon.

The thought popped into his head, and began repeating itself constantly, with the tempo of a flashing neon sign, and just as prominent as one burning brightly throughout a dark street. Kirishima's breath caught in his throat, and he pulled his gaze away from Bakugo, falling back upon Mirio and Tamaki instead as they continued speaking to one another.

The subject of marriage wasn't something that had gone unmentioned in his and Bakugo's shared apartment. Kirishima didn't remember how they initially came to discussing the topic, but the two of them had come to an agreement; No major purchases of any sort - engagement rings included - from either of them until they'd saved up enough to fund their own Hero Agency, one they would run together. (Bakugo had drawn up a saving plan for them before graduating from U.A., and they'd stuck to it very faithfully for the past two years.) As financial standings for them currently were, they would probably be able to afford their future agency in a little less than two years. They'd be around 22 then, which was alot better than the majority of Pros their age, though the two of them had the added benefit of sharing everything 50/50, whereas most Pros who planned for a future agency tackled the task solo.

If he was really going to propose though, he wanted to get the blond a good engagement ring, one that he felt fit him best, one that would make even the great Katsuki Bakugo freeze in shock and awe. A smile curled up on Kirishima's lips at the thought, and he curled his pinky just the slightest bit tighter around Bakugo's.

He closed his eyes for just a brief moment, a soothing warmth rushing through his body as he felt Bakugo curl his pinky a little tighter as well in response. Kirishima slowly exhaled, his eyes getting just the slightest bit misty as Mirio and Tamaki kissed one another, cheers erupting from the wedding attendees.

God, he couldn't wait to marry this man.

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The wedding reception, while vibrant and lively, wasn't nearly as populated as the ceremony was.

Wanting to keep some semblance of privacy to their lives, the newlyweds had only allowed family and close friends into the reception, having left the ceremony open to a more general stroke of people in their lives and select individuals from Hero related news outlets, if only to keep the media appeased and not doing whatever they could to sneak into or crash their wedding ceremony for the sake of a picture. After all, with Lemillion being the #3 Hero, and Suneater being the #5, there hadn't been any doubt that someone would try something less than savory if they'd attempted to keep everything private.

The reception, however, was a different story. Mirio and Tamaki's families were there, as well as the close friends they'd made throughout their lives. Kirishima was grateful to be considered one of them.

"Congrats, dude!" He said as Tamaki came over to the table he and Uraraka were sitting at, standing up to give the older male a hearty pat on his upper arm, before pulling him into a hug. "I'm super happy for you both!"

Tamaki gave a small chuckle at Kirishima's actions, before gently returning the hug. "Thanks, Kirishima. It all feels... really surreal."

Kirishima could feel Tamaki trembling against him, and pat his back in an attempt to comfort him. "You good, man?" Red eyes scanned the room for Mirio, hoping that if anything was wrong, he'd at least be able to calm Tamaki down. But when he felt Tamaki nod against his shoulder, Kirishima relaxed somewhat, the two Pros pulling away from each other.

"I'm... I'm better than good." Tamaki admitted, his eyes closing as he exhaled and a shaky, but wide smile pulled at his lips. "I was convinced I wouldn't be able to finish the ceremony with everyone's eyes on me, but..." He opened his eyes then, his gaze fond as he met Kirishima's own. "But it was like... the world just melted away. Like there was no one else but Mirio and I. I don't think I'll ever forget that feeling."

Kirishima broke out into a wide, toothy grin, his heart full for his friend and fellow hero. God, would he feel like that himself when he and Bakugo were getting married? He really wanted to know. But for now, he placed a hand on Tamaki's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "That's great, Tamaki. I glad you have someone like Mirio to make you feel like that." He could still feel Tamaki's trembling under his hand, but he knew it was because the other male was overwhelmed in the best way, out of happiness and not anxiety. "Where is Mirio, anyway?" He asked, pulling his hand away.

"Mirio's gone to check on Eri." Tamaki replied, looking over to a nearby door. "She wanted to change out of her flower girl dress and into one she said was more comfortable to dance in."

Kirishima laughed then at the mental image of overly doting father Mirio, though before he could comment further, he heard the sound of a close-by chair being pulled out of its spot from behind him. Both he and Tamaki looked to see Bakugo sit in the seat next to where Kirishima had been, sporting two glasses of champagne. Bakugo's gaze met Kirishima's then, and the blond scoffed, placing one glass down in front of the redhead's seat.

"Here." Bakugo's voice was soft, gently gruff. "Figured I'd also get you one while I was up."

Kirishima flashed his boyfriend a smile, shooting him a thumbs up, "Thanks!"

Giving a grunt of acknowledgement as his only response, Bakugo took a sip of his champagne, placing an elbow on the table and holding his head in one hand as he looked off to the side, looking positively unamused. Kirishima did, however, notice Uraraka's cheekily amused gaze staring down his boyfriend.

Tamaki chuckled awkwardly at the sight, before looking back to Kirishima. "I'll leave you two alone. Thanks for coming, though. I really appreciate it."

"Are you kidding?!" Kirishima replied with a gentle smile, "I wouldn't have missed this for the world, dude!" With that, Kirishima gave Tamaki a hearty pat on his back before the two moved away from each other, Tamaki slinking towards a nearby door -presumably to find Mirio and Eri, Kirishima thought- and Kirishima to sit at the table with Bakugo and Uraraka.

"Wait, where's Midoriya?" Kirishima asked, before taking a swig of his champagne and turning his head to look at Bakugo. "Didn't you guys go to get drinks together?"

Bakugo scoffed, nodding his heads towards the are where he'd come back from, near a table with some set, pre-filled champagne glasses. "He started talkin' with some blue girl and some bug fucker." Uraraka and Kirishima both looked over there themselves, and were met with the sight of the green-haired male talking near there with two individuals that Kirishima faintly recognized. Before the artificial redhead could get a word in, however, Uraraka spoke.

"Oh! That's Centipeder and Bubble Girl!" She chirped, smiling gently. A look of recognition overcame Kirishima then, memories of seeing the two Night Eye agency Heroes during the days leading up to the Shie Hassaikai raid coming back to him. "I figured Mirio would invite them to the reception!" Uraraka continued, watching Midoriya as he spoke with the other two people before he took a sip of his champagne. "I don't recall seeing them at the ceremony though? Then again, there were alot of people there, I could have just missed them."

"Too many people, if you ask me." Bakugo huffed, before turning his head back towards the table, looking pointedly at Uraraka. "That's his second glass of champagne, by the way."

"Already?" Uraraka sighed, looking more amused than exasperated. Kirishima stifled a chuckle at that, knowing from a couple of past experiences that Midoriya wasn't the best when it came to alcohol tolerance. "Well, I guess I should go stop him before he does something he regrets."

A snort left Bakugo at that, the ash blond shaking his head. "Nah, let him suffer."

"Katsuki." Kirishima chided, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"What?" Bakugo's red eyes locked onto Kirishima's, his lip curling slightly in biteless annoyance. "It's not my fault the damn nerd's a lightweight."

Uraraka's lips tugged upwards in playful deviance. "I don't think you have any room to talk, Bakugo." She held back a snicker as his gaze locked onto her, sneering. She didn't seem fazed by this, however, and honestly hadn't been fazed by similar looks for a few years now. "You have one more glass of champagne on him, at most. And that's me being generous."

"Listen here, Round Face--"

"What? What do you gotta say, Lord Explosion Murder?"

"That's it--!"

Kirishima was quick to place a hand on Bakugo's shoulder, the blond having started to move like he was going to lunge across the table for the brunette. This, however, only caused Uraraka to laugh, despite the eyes of a few reception-goers looking their way due to the ruckus. "Maybe we should take away your glass, Bakugo. You haven't even finished the one and you're already riled up."

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but the sound of Midoriya's voice interrupted them, the green haired male having walked back to the table. "I could hear you guys all the way over there." Taking in the sight before him, Midoriya sighed, shaking his head. "Please play nice, both of you? Let's not ruin Mirio and Tamaki's day."

The three sitting at the table were quick to notice the faint flush of color that had found home on Midoriya's cheeks, which they all knew wasn't due to the embarrassment of people staring their way from Uraraka and Bakugo's playful taunts. They also all noticed a half empty champagne glass in Midoriya's right hand, and a full one in his left.

"How about I take that glass for you, Izuku?" Uraraka asked with a light laugh, reaching for the full glass.

Midoriya looked at her confusedly for a moment, before blinking and nodding. "Yeah, I brought it for you." He replied, moving to sit by Uraraka, handing the glass to her easily.

Thankfully, both Mirio and Tamaki re-emerged into the venue with Eri in tow before anyone else could get more riled up, the two newlyweds giving a small, joint welcome speech to thank their guests, before they took their seats and dinner was served. The evening continued without a hitch, and it wasn't long before guests were either gathering on the dance floor, making their way to the dessert table, or mingling with the newlyweds at their table. Unlike Kirishima, Midoriya, and Uraraka, who were familiar with at least a handful of the people that were here, Bakugo simply stayed at their small, five person table, content on simply watching what were basically strangers to him.

(Though even Bakugo couldn't ignore Eri when she stopped by their table at one point to talk to them all.)

Currently, Midoriya was nursing his third glass of champagne, Bakugo his second, while Uraraka and Kirishima had both shifted to water after one glass. While the introduction of food into his system had seemed to temporarily erase the initial slight flush of intoxication in Midoriya, finishing that second glass from earlier and moving on to this third glass had brought it right back, and Uraraka was in the beginning stages of convincing him not to go for a fourth when he was done, much to Bakugo's (and to some extent, Kirishima's) amusement.

Bakugo was about to goad Deku into going to preemptively procure that fourth glass when a woman in a sparkly blue dress, with equally blue eyes and periwinkle hair approached their table, smiling brightly.

"There you are, Ochako!" She said with an energy far too vibrant for Bakugo's liking. It took him a second to recognize her (purely because she wasn't in her hero attire, he told himself, not because of the alcohol), but he relaxed slightly nonetheless. He watched as Nejire gently tugged at Uraraka's arm, smiling as she attempted to pull her fellow Pro Hero away. "I tried finding you before they brought the food out but then I got caught up talking with Mirio and Tamaki and Eri-- Did you know she's decided to go to U.A. for General Studies? I'm so excited for her-- Hey, is Midoriya drunk?"

Uraraka chuckled awkwardly as Bakugo snorted and Midoriya let out a huff. "I am not drunk, Hado."

"Ooh! How much can you drink before it starts to affect how well you're able to control your quirk? You don't wanna start breaking bones again like at U.A., right?" Nejire giggled, but before she could give Midoriya a chance to answer, her eyes trained on Kirishima and Bakugo, and she let go of Uraraka's arm, trailing around the table to stand by them. "Hey, Kirishima! If you and Bakugo were sparring at 100%, what would give out first: your Unbreakable form, or Bakugo's arms?"

Kirishima gave a sheepish laugh, a hand going to rub at the back of his head, as Bakugo's nose scrunched, and he began speaking, "Are you serio--"

"Speaking of your Unbreakable form," Nejire continued, her gaze flickering from Kirishima, to Uraraka, then back to Kirishima again (as well as paying no mind to Bakugo yelling, "Don't cut me off!") before asking, "Would you be able to maintain it if Ochako used her quirk on you? Is Unbreakable just like, an 'intense-focus-on-your-muscles' thing, or do you need to maintain an internal center of gravity, like a reinforced inner core type of thing? That wouldn't be too dangerous to find out though, huh? It'd at least be safer to pull off than checking how drunk Midoriya can be without hurting himself, or seeing what prevails - Dynamight, the unstoppable object or Red Riot, the immoveable force."

"Isn't it 'Immoveable Object' and 'Unstoppable Force'?" Uraraka asked, pulling Midoriya back into his seat by the back of his midnight blue tux jacket when he attempted to use the hurricane of questions that was Nejire Hado as a distraction to get more champagne unnoticed.

Nejire blinked, before laughing gently. "You're right! Maybe I've had a drink too many, myself. Anyway, have you been to the dessert table yet? I wanna go check out the chocolate fountain!"

"Not yet," Uraraka admitted, huffing with a small smile before notioning to Midoriya next to her, "I have to babysit this guy to make sure he doesn't overdo it on the champagne."

The resulting pout from Midoriya drew hushed snickering from both Bakugo and Kirishima. "But... C'mon, 'Chako..."

"Yeah, c'mon Ochako!" Nejire giggled, pointing off to the dessert table with a thumb, blue eyes not leaving Uraraka's brown. "They brought out some daifuku mochi."

Everyone at the table could practically see the mental deliberation that was going on in Uraraka's head, the brunette's eyes darting from the dessert table, to her boyfriend, then back to the dessert table, gently biting at her lower lip as she did so. "I..."

"Aww, go on, Uraraka!" Kirishima spoke up, shooing her away with a hand. "Katsuki and I will keep an eye on Midoriya!"

Uraraka blinked, frowning slightly. "You sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"Absolutely not!" Bakugo snipped, glaring at Kirishima in betrayal. "I'm not Deku's fucking keeper!"

Any hesitancy Uraraka had seemed to melt away at Bakugo's annoyance, smirking cheekily as she jumped up from her seat. "Nope! It's too late! Your literal sweetheart of a boyfriend has offered you up as tribute!" Uraraka then hooked her arm in Nejire's, the older woman laughing as Uraraka began practically dragging her to the dessert table. "Have fun, Lord Explosion Murder!"

"Get back here, you motherf--"

"Katsuki!" Kirishima yelped, quickly slapping a hand over his boyfriend's mouth. "This is a wedding reception, you can't just yell that across the room!"

Bakugo's fiery gaze shifted from Uraraka's distant figure to Kirishima instead, vibrant red eyes glaring into Kirishima's own. He then licked a fat stripe up Kirishima's hand with the flat of his tongue, causing the redhead's eyes to go wide, and his face to redden, immediately withdrawing his hand from Bakugo's face.

"Dude!" Kirishima muttered as he wiped his hand off on his pants.

"'S your own damn fault." Bakugo huffed as he shifted to rest his head in one of his hands, his elbow on the table. "I hate you, Eijirou."

The still-slightly-tipsy Midoriya gasped lightly, looking hurt on Kirishima's behalf. "Kacchan... that's not nice."

"Shut up, Deku."

Kirishima laughed as Midoriya pouted further, then turned to Bakugo, personally unfazed by his boyfriend's words. He knew they held absolutely no weight. "I love you too, Katsuki." He murmured as he leaned in to give the blond a kiss on his temple, an arm wrapping around him to pull him close.

Bakugo gave a 'hmph!' and closed his eyes, but shifted and folded his arms, visibly leaning into Kirishima's hold. "Yeah, yeah."

He didn't fight it as Kirishima pressed a follow-up kiss to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth, though before Bakugo could get a proper kiss on the lips, Midoriya hummed happily, a pleased chuckle bubbling up from the green-haired male's chest. "Aww..." Midoriya cooed sweetly, his fingers pressing against his cheeks as he watched the two of them. "That's better."

"Jesus fucking Christ." Bakugo muttered, pulling away from Kirishima as the redhead's chest heaved with laughter, and quickly got up from his seat. "I'm gonna find a fucking bathroom."

Kirishima's laughter was slow to die down as Bakugo sauntered away, the sturdy hero then looking back to Midoriya, who was suppressing his own giggles. "Alright, real talk," Kirishima murmured, leaning towards Midoriya somewhat, a mischievious smirk on his face, "Exactly how far gone are you?"

Midoriya leaned back in his chair then, folding his arms as his gaze met Kirishima's. "Listen, I'll admit, I am a li'l tipsy, but nothing too bad." He did reach to take another sip of his champagne glass before he spoke again. "Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with it at Kacchan's expense, though."

"Don't push your luck," Kirishima warned with a small, amused smile. "Knowing him, Katsuki will probably come back with another glass of champagne, both to spite Uraraka and to see if he can get you drunk."

"I don't doubt it." Midoriya amusedly murmured, placing his glass back on the table, looking over to where Uraraka and Nejire were chattering amongst themselves. "You know, rumor has it that next time the Hero rankings update, Ochako's going to surpass Hado."

Kirishima blinked at that, a brow arching in curiosity. "Really?"

Midoriya nodded with a dopey grin. "Yeah." He raised a finger to his lips then, his gaze flickering over to Kirishima. "You didn't hear it from me, though." Kirishima just nodded and smiled, and Midoriya lowered his finger. "Hado's been the #6 Hero for a couple years now," he continued, "and Ochako's been right behind her at #7. As much as she cares about Hado, though, Ochako would love to climb the Hero rankings just another rung higher. Honestly, she has her eyes on top 5."

"I just hope I can still keep in the top 10." Kirishima admitted, taking a sip of his water. He himself was currently #9, with Tokoyami ahead of him at #8, and Iida behind him at #10. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for where I am now, and honestly when I was a kid I never thought I'd even get this far," A sad smile tugged at Kirishima's lips then, and he placed his water glass on the table, looking down into it as he continued to speak. "But I don't want people to think less of Katsuki if his boyfriend falls lower in the Hero rankings. You know how the tabloids and the more gossip-y media outlets get." His voice dropped a little then. "I don't wanna disappoint him either."

"But you're not just Kacchan's boyfriend." Midoriya huffed, jutting his lower lip out at Kirishima's words. "You're Red Riot! You're an amazing hero no matter what, it doesn't matter what the rankings or the tabloids say! Besides, Kacchan loves you for you, not because of your ranking!"

Kirishima gave Midoriya a hum of acknowledgement, before looking up and nodding his thanks.

The pleased squeal of a young child cut through the air then, and both young men looked over to the sound's point of origin: the dessert table. The child was in floating midair in between Uraraka and Nejire, holding out a skewered marshmellow to hold under the top level of the chocolate fountain, a height far too out of reach for the little one if Uraraka hadn't used her quirk on them. They watched as Nejire kept a gentle hand on the child's back, both guiding them towards the chocolate fountain and preventing them from floating away, as Uraraka stood on standby, her hands poised to deactivate her quirk once the child had reached their objective and was safely guided back down on the ground.

"...God, I love her." Midoriya swooned, his gaze unwavering from Uraraka's place over by the dessert table.

Kirishima smiled at his friend, looking from Midoriya over to Uraraka as well, watching as she laughed at something Nejire said, before placing her own skewered marshmellow under the chocolate fountain now that the child from before had run off with theirs. The redhead was half debating on what all he'd get from the dessert table, when he heard Midoriya speak again.

"I've been thinking about proposing to her for a little while now."

Kirishima's eyes widened then, and he turned his head to look at Midoriya, a wide grin beginning to pull at his lips. 'That's awesome, dude!' was on the tip of his tongue, when something within him struck a chord.

...Midoriya had been considering proposing.

Midoriya had been considering proposing.

It was like a klaxon alarm had gone off blaring in his head, red lights flashing as his mental self immediately panicking. Had this been any one of his other friends, Kirishima would have been absolutely ecstatic for them, not that Midoriya was any exception to that excitement, but the fact that it was specifically Midoriya telling him this, so soon after Kirishima himself had his own revelation about proposing to Katsuki? Not good, not good, not good.

Midoriya and Bakugo's friendship had come so far since their junior high and early U.A. days, their healthy rivalry growing into something so much more than just their shared desire to be the #1 hero. (Currently the spot was held by Midoriya, but it seemed to flip-flop between the two of them every time the rankings updated.) They were comfortable enough to compete even in things as little as video games or self-imposed eating competitions now, without any true vitriol or negativity.

And for whatever reason, that healthy, playful competitiveness had managed to seep into their separate romantic lives as well. When Midoriya and Uraraka had started dating at the beginning of their second year at U.A., Bakugo had scoffed, saying that 'the only reason Deku finally grew a pair and asked her out' was that the green-haired male was trying to one-up him in both their shared goal in being the #1 hero and now apparently who'd be a better boyfriend, as Bakugo himself and Kirishima had started dating at the end of their first year. While Bakugo had only been talking to the self proclaimed 'Bakusquad' at the time (a name Bakugo absolutely loathed but stopped trying to fight against out of irritation), Midoriya had apparently overheard him, and cheekily commented: "At least I took the plunge and actually asked Uraraka out, Kacchan. Remind me, when it came to you and Kirishima, who asked who out again?"

Kirishima's eyes had gone wide at Midoriya's audacity, the redhead having to bite down hard on his lower lip to hide his amused shock as best he could. He watched as Bakugo's jaw dropped for the briefest of moments, before anger was quick to replace the blond's own shock. "What the fuck did you say to me?!"

Sero was doing his best to stifle his laughter behind one of his hands, while Mina and Kaminari were absolutely losing their shit on the common room's couches. Midoriya, who had been coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of popcorn at the time, it having been his turn to get the salty snacks for his, Uraraka's, Iida's, Todoroki's, Asui's, and Aoyama's movie night, spoke again. "What's got you so worked up?" He'd asked, feigning innocence as he began strolling towards the elevators. "I just asked a simple question."

"Like hell you did!" Bakugo had nearly launched himself over a couch, intent on getting his hands on Midoriya, before Kirishima hooked his arms up and under Bakugo's, the blond wriggling against him, letting off controlled explosions in his hands. Kirishima could somehow hear Midoriya's laughter over Mina and Kaminari's, though their conjoined laughter was like a whisper compared to Bakugo's yelling. "Get back here, shitty Deku! I'll show you who the best damn boyfriend is!"

From then on, the two would goad each other on about their respective relationships, from Bakugo bragging that he'd managed to score a pair of limited tickets to a special, one day only Crimson Riot exhibit in a city two hours away as a surprise for Kirishima's birthday, to Midoriya boasting about how much Uraraka's parents had taken to him after he'd been introduced as 'my boyfriend, Izuku' as opposed to 'my friend, Midoriya'. (After the latter occured, the next time Bakugo had visited Kirishima's mothers with him, the blond had brought them a carefully wrapped box containing homemade chocolates, paranoid that he might not have made as good an impression on them as Deku had on Uraraka's parents. Both women had been absolutely flattered and thankful, and reassured the blond that not only had he made a good impression on them, but that they were happy that he made their son happy.)

So for Midoriya to blurt out that he'd been planning on proposing to Uraraka for a little while now, regardless of if the admission was intentional or a result of the alcohol in his system, Kirishima knew he'd definitely have to get a move on if he planned on proposing to Katsuki soon.

Because if Midoriya was both engaged, and subsequently married before Bakugo? Midoriya would hold it over the blond's head, and Kirishima would never hear the end of it.

The only issue was that damn 'no major purchases' agreement that Bakugo had him agree to so that they could save up for their conjoined Hero Agency. If Kirishima couldn't find someway to get around that, then Midoriya was guaranteed to get engaged to Uraraka before him and Katsuki could get engaged to each other.

"Oh, really?" Kirishima did his best to sound delightfully surprised, to not give Midoriya any inkling that he'd been planning on proposing too. He knew that if Midoriya smelled the proverbial blood in the water, that he'd absolutely take the opportunity to strike.

Maybe Midoriya's version of 'a while now' meant like, two weeks. Maybe he hadn't put alot of thought into it, hadn't been looking at rings or anything yet, hadn't been planning the when and the how. Maybe, if he was going to propose, it wouldn't be for like, another 2 years. That was reasonable, right?

But as Midoriya's gaze flickered over to Kirishima, the green haired male seemed to pause for a moment as he took in the other's expression, before green eyes widened, a knowing smile on Midoriya's face. Kirishima's breath hitched.

Oh god, no.

"Wait... Are..." Midoriya leaned towards the redhead then, eyes wide with an expression the sturdy hero couldn't quite name, "Kirishima, were you also--"

"What the hell is your drunk ass doin', Deku?" Kirishima tensed at the sound of Bakugo's voice, taking a few short and quick breaths to try and calm himself down from the mental turmoil his brain had been going through. "Get the hell out of Eijirou's goddamn space." Kirishima couldn't bring himself to look at Bakugo yet as he heard the explosive hero pull his chair out and sit in it; the redhead knew he had to train his expression down into looking like nothing was wrong, or else the blond would know something was up. Bakugo's hand slid into his field of vision, pushing a filled champagne glass towards Midoriya. "Leave my idiot boyfriend alone and keep downing your damn booze."

Midoriya leaned back in his chair then, he gaze going from Kirishima, to the champagne glass, then to Bakugo. "Thanks, Kacchan, but... I think I'm good."

"Hah?"

Green eyes flickered from Bakugo over to Kirishima, who was doing his best to school his features still. "I think I'm gonna switch to water." He clarified, looking back at Bakugo. "Don't wanna embarrass myself or Ochako by having one too many drinks, ya know?"

No, please. Keep drinking. Kirishima thought, his gaze focusing on Midoriya, as though by sheer will alone his thoughts would will the green haired male into doing his bidding. Drink, and get drunk, and forget about me wanting to propose to Katsuki, god please.

"Just take the damn drink, Deku."

Midoriya then looked pointedly at Kirishima then, and grinned cheekily. "Maybe Kirishima should take it instead."

Kirishima's expression faltered then, his eyes narrowing slightly at Midoriya's words. Though as he felt Bakugo's gaze on him, Kirishima exhaled, turning his head to look at his boyfriend. He was quick to plaster a wide grin on his face, a hand going to rub at the back of his own head. "Took ya a little while to get back, huh?" He asked, desperate to rid the air of any tension. God, please don't question anything. "You get lost trying to find the bathroom or somethin'?"

Bakugo frowned then, the blond's red eyes looking into Kirishima's own, before glancing over over at a slightly smug looking Midoriya, then returning to Kirishima. "...What were you and Deku talking about before I got back?" Spoken more like a statement than a question, Kirishima laughed awkwardly, his mind racing to try and save himself from saying something seriously stupid or incredibly incriminating.

"Just stuff." Midoriya chirped, pushing his chair back so that he could get up from the table. "Kacchan, go with me to the dessert table."

The mental klaxon alarms came back at full force; Midoriya could not be alone with Katsuki right now, not while he was tipsy and armed with the knowledge that Kirishima wanted to propose!

Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You and I both know I don't have that big a sweet tooth. Why the fuck would I go with you to the dessert table?"

"Well, one," Midoriya began, making his way to stand behind Kirishima's and Bakugo's chairs (albeit doing so a little wobbily), one hand resting on the back of Bakugo's chair, the other on Kirishima's shoulder. "Kirishima said he'd wanted to get some chocolate covered strawberries at the chocolate fountain when you came back, but you took so long finding the bathroom that I think the least you could do is get them for him."

"Deku..." Bakugo growled warningly.

"Two, Mirio told me beforehand that there'd be some spicy desserts. Tamaki apparently asked for some 'Black Pearl' cupcakes, which are apparently made with wasabi, ginger, and dark chocolate." Midoriya couldn't suppress the chuckle that left him upon seeing Bakugo's gaze flicker over to the dessert table for the briefest moment at the mention of those. "And three, Ochako would kick your ass if you let me walk to the dessert table alone right now."

Clicking his tongue, Bakugo rolled his eyes and folded his arms, before giving a huff and standing up. "Please, Round Face wishes she could kick my ass." Regardless, Bakugo pushed his chair in, glancing at Kirishima over his shoulder. "I'll go get you your damn strawberries." His gaze then looked to Midoriya, nodding his head towards the dessert table before beginning to walk. "C'mon, Deku."

Before Midoriya began walking, however, he gave Kirishima a pointed look with a soft smirk, one that the redhead could easily decipher as 'I won't say anything.'

Kirishima's relief was shortlived though, because Midoriya's expression became cheeky, playful even. The green haired male gave a small chuckle, before patting Kirishima's shoulder, then giving it a gentle squeeze. The redhead's heart dropped at the competitive glint in Midoriya's eyes then, a look that he'd usually spared for Bakugo when the two were going head to head in something.

Kirishima knew what that look meant. Kirishima knew that there was now an invisible timer counting down, that Midoriya planned on proposing to Uraraka before Kirishima himself could propose to Katsuki. Midoriya's previous, reassuring expression might have said 'I won't say anything', but that wasn't the end of his silent message. This competitive look finished that sentence with a curt finality. 'I won't say anything...

...but now, it's Game On.'

#Krys writes #My Hero Academia #KiriBaku #IzuOcha #MiriTama #Eijirou Kirishima #Katsuki Bakugo #Izuku Midoriya #Ochako Uraraka #Mirio Togata #Tamaki Amajiki

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altomer · 4 years

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Pros Chapter 1

As she stood in the wing of the stage she allowed her mind to wonder. She never thought she would be standing where her brother stood before her. "Hey." Deku whispered from behind her. Kira jumped slightly hitting him across the face with her wing. He stumbled back holding his now sore jaw. "Oh my god I'm so sorry." She whispered trying to keep her voice low. Deku stood rubbing his jaw a red patch forming on the spot. He stood probably a good 5 inches taller than her and had filled out quite alot since their time at U.A his hero suit hugged his chest tightly, his white gloves sat on his forearms. "It's fine really." He said waving his unoccupied hand to her, she stood on her toes and pulled his hand away, the area was red and little patches of purple showed against his skin. She placed her hand on it before looking back to the pro. His face had gone bright red from the girls actions. He stuttered as his body tensed. "In the number two spot, she's racing into second place becoming the youngest hero to ever claim the spot!! The winged hero: Falcon!!" She tore herself away from Deku and pushed herself onto the stage her wings spread wide. Kira's hero costume could barely pass as a knock off of her brother, she wore loose green cargo pants and a tight black tank top with a signature visor and headphones. She glanced to the front row to see her brother seated next to Endeavor and All might. Endeavor had his signature scowl as she had beaten Shoto out of the number two spot. Hawks squirmed like a little kid on Christmas his eyes darting from Kira to Endeavor a smile wide on his face. The announcer smiled. "Is there anything you'd like to say to the public." Her wide smile growing wider. Kira looked to her brother a smirk growing on her face, Endeavor let out an audible groan throwing his head back, after having dealt with Hawks for years he could only imagine what his sister was like. With a nod Kira took the Mic. "I want to thank all of my fans who I love so dearly, but we all know who is my number one." The spot light made its way to Hawks who put a hand over his heart throwing me a smirk. "Oh yeah by the way buddy," she stopped his face dropped as he figured out what was coming. "I win by two months!" The stadium erupted in laughs as Hawks hurt expression played on the large screens. She handed the Mic back to the announcer and took her spot next to Shoto. "Way to make a scene." He mumbled under his breath a small smile on his lips. "That's all I know how to do." Kira shot back her smirk growing. "Now ladies and gentlemen the moment you've all been waiting for!" She smiled the lights dimmed, Kira rolled her eyes. "As a symbol of peace please welcome the number one hero Deku!!" The spot lights found there way to his tall figure as he walked out of the wing, the crowd cheered louder than before almost in a deafening roar. Deku had his signature smile wide and bright. The red mark on his cheek could clearly be seen even from feet away. The announcer took notice, "So Deku, is that bruise from a recent villain attack?" She asked. Kira choked on air, letting out a few small coughs. Deku glanced at her his smile growing, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "No actually I was attacked by a bird." He clearly looked at her and as Hawks laugh spread through the stadium it became increasingly clear what he meant. The announcer looked a me an eyebrow raised. Kira waved her hands frantically trying to clear her name before she was attacked by Deku fangirls. "It was an accident!" She glared at Deku "next time it won't be." She growled under her breath. The announcer cleared her throat and handed the Mic to Deku so he could speak. "I mainly want to say that as long as I have any fight in me I will do everything within my power to protect the people of Japan." He turned to the rest of the hero's "alongside every hero in Japan, nothing will stop us from keeping every citizen safe." He finally handed back the Mic and made his way to the front of the stage. With a leap he jumped down to the front row and walked straight up to All Might. Deku held out his hand to the man. Carefully Deku pulled him into a hug the size difference was almost laughable but Kira bit her tongue the touching scene between them bested her speech by a land slide. Deku had grown since they went to U.A together, his shy side still shone through now and then but his love for saving people and his confidence grew as he climbed through the rankings, Kira wasn't sure that the person she knew now was even remotely close to the boy who broke his bones day in and day out. With a pat to the back All Might sat back down and Deku made his way back onstage. Standing a little closer to her then when he first came out. "Ladies and gentlemen your top ten!!" She announced waving her hand across the stage. On the big screen was a list of the heros who had made it this far.

1:Deku 2: Falcon 3: Shoto 4: Ground Zero 5: Lemillion 6: Uravity 7: Red Riot 8: Creati 9: Froppy 10: Chargebolt

She smiled with pride as her friends started to file off stage the amount of growth that had taken place was amazing to her and it made her happy to see dreams being reached. "So we made it." Deku said coming up to stand next to her. Kira looked up at him a smirk across her face. "You mean you made it Mr. Number One." Kira teased before turning face to face with him, they were mainly alone now as most of the hero's headed to get ready for the after party. She stood close to him and placed her hand on his chest. Deku looked down at her his confidence quickly fading, his cheeks flushed as he realized how close he was to the girl. "I'm coming for that spot so watch yourself." She gave him a sweet smile covering the threat that was implied in her words. Her brown hair had fallen over her visor and she quickly blew it away. She smirked at his nonexistent reply. "See ya at the after party big shot." She pulled her hand away and tapped his shoulder. Deku glanced behind him as she walked away, her retreating from leaving alot to the imagination, he let out a sigh as she turned the corner running his hand through his curls. He wasn't planning on going to the after party, he really was planning to go celebrate with his mom but something about her words made it so he didn't entirely want to miss it.

#Pros #pro hero #pro hero x reader #pro deku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #deku x you #x reader #MHA #BNHA #bnha headcanons #mha imagines #part 1 #chapter 1 #mha series

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modernauwritingsass · 4 years

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Could you do a Jacob x child reader where he finds the kid one night out in the rain, both their parents are dead and they just escaped the orphanage. I was thinking their age would be 4-5? We need more fluffy cute angsty dad Jacob 😭

ok so i did change a few things if you don’t mind. if you do im sorry but i try to deliver fluff and angst but honestly might do a pt 2 cause i love this alot.

Growing Family

Paring: Jacob x Child! Reader (*sobs* big buffy men with smol things makes me cry)

Word count: 2723

Warnings: tears, child abandonment, piss n shit

this was heavily inspired by this video

The loud bustling noises of London rarely stopped, and that is what excited Jacob most about the city. The countryside had its perks, and the town where he studied in the US was fun, but to Jacob, almost nothing could outshine London. The people here were unique as well, and every interaction was on some level of entertaining. It’s what kept Jacob Frye on his toes.

After a training session, Jacob was just arriving at his home, turning the corner to his house, sweaty from the walk and The London Underground, he saw a woman holding something in her arms, glancing around. He didn’t think much of it, and would have continued past her if she hadn’t stopped him.

“Excuse me sir, can you help me?”

Jacob stopped and turned towards her, “What is it?” He asked, smiling.

“Can you hold this?” She handed him a bundle, and he was caught off guard by the weight of it.

“What- hey!” Jacob adjusted his weight to hold whatever was in his hands, and watched the woman get in her car and speed away. “What the…” Looking at what he was holding, he finally realized what was in his arms.

A child.

Luckily for him, they were sleeping. What to do now, he wasn’t sure. London decided to help him figure what to do by starting to pour, and he ran down the sidewalk to his home, trying his best to not wake the sleeping kid up. As he shifted them around to pull out his keys, they made a whining noise, making him freeze momentarily. When they didn’t make any more noise, he continued to pull out his keys and enter his home, being as quiet as possible.

Making his way upstairs, Jacob pondered on what to do. This kid had just been abandoned by their mother, and he had no way of contacting the dad, or any family members. They kid had been abandoned. It didn’t help that the mother took off so quickly in her car, with little detail given about the child. He decided that since the kid was sleeping, the best he could do was put them in his bed, and hope they sleep the rest of the night.

Jacob had heard stories from Bayek about how laying a baby to sleep was like messing with a bomb. That the most sudden movement could wake them up and chaos would follow. So, as he carefully laid the child down, Bayek’s stories with Khemu echoed around his head, even if the child didn’t look to be a baby but more around the age of a toddler. Moving his hands away, he held his breath as he backed up, and breathed once he was out in the hallway.

He pulled out his phone, and quickly scanned through his contacts. He was lost on what to do in this situation, there was no way he could do this alone. He needed more food, he only had enough to last him a week. He wasn’t planning on taking care of a kid. What about clothes? How long was the kid going to be here? Should he give them to the foster system? Maybe they still have family. He took a breath in, and exhaled.

“Get a hold of yourself, Jacob. You’re overthinking this.” Glancing back at his phone, he scanned through his contacts. One caught his attention, and he went to press the call button, but hesitated. Surely he would have experience with something like this, but he didn’t want to bother him. Would it be worth it? I mean, he could call Evie or Henry, maybe even Freddy. Jacob sighed and hit call.

The phone rang for a bit, before it was answered. “Hello?”

“Hello Father. Listen, I know you are probably busy, but I need…” Jacob inhaled, “...some advice”.

Silence. Jacob was about to hang up before, “What have you done now?”

“Well, I didn’t do much actually. This woman asked for some assistance in holding something of hers, and when she handed it to me, she took off in her car.” He hesitated, before bluntly saying, “She gave me a child”

“Pardon?”

“A child. They're sleeping in my room, but I don’t know what to do now. I don’t even know the kid’s name.”

A string of curses was heard from the other end, before Ethan was heard sighed heavily on the other end. “Do you have enough food?”

“For a few days”.

“How about clothes, do they have clothes?”

“Only what they are wearing” Scribbling could be heard on the other end.

“Alright, I’ll be over tomorrow, and I’ll help you sort this out”.

Jacob stopped breathing. Tomorrow? He was grateful for the help, but did his dad really have to come out so soon? Why would he? He called for advice, he didn't expect his dad coming to visit, especially since he’s so busy. “Do you not have work?”

“I’m free for this week. I’ll be there around 8.”

“Alright, see you then”.

The call ended, and Jacob rubbed his face in his hands. He now had another guest to worry about. He figured his father would give him a checklist of what to do, but now he was coming over. Still, inside Jacob was happy his father was willing to come help him. Only a little bit though.

Luckily for Jacob, the kid slept through the night, and Jacob woke up around 7 am, to the sound of shuffling footsteps coming from his room. Getting up slowly, Jacob had nearly forgotten the previous day's occurrences, before realizing that those footsteps were those of a child. Oh god, that means they are awake.

Ripping the blankets off his body, he made his way upstairs, and saw the child shuffling around his room, looking around tiredly, and confused. When they saw Jacob at the doorway, and walked up to him, looking up with a head tilt, clearly confused to who he was. ‘What the bloody hell do I say? “Oh yes good morning child! Your mom gave you away last night so now I have you here at my home! And my father is coming to help figure out what to do with you!” no I can’t say that, it’s a child!’

A grumbling noise was heard, and Jacob assumed that the kid was hungry when they looked down and placed a hand on their belly. Holding his hand out, Jacob waited for them to look up, and after a moment, grabbed his hand as he led them through the house downstairs to the kitchen.

Jacob decided it was best to keep an eye on them as much as possible, considering that they were very small, and that he didn’t want them hurting themselves around the house. Picking them up, he made sure nothing in the vicinity could hurt them, before placing them on the counter. “What do you want for breakfast?”

They titled their head, blinking a bit, before looking around. Upon seeing the fridge, their eyes lit up, and they pointed at the appliance. Jacob walked over and opened the door.

“Alright, I have ham, bacon, and eggs-”

“Eggs!” They were cheering, clapping their hands and bouncing up and down.

Jacob smiled, “Eggs it is”. Taking out what he needed, he began to cook for the two of them, as the child continued to repeat what they said, excited for the eggs. Once the eggs were done, he picked them up and placed them in a chair in the dining room. Jacob ended up grabbing pillows from his couch and placed them on the chair as a booster, before grabbing the eggs, and placing one plate in front of them, and digging into his own. He was worried they wouldn’t know how to eat by themselves, however it seems they at least knew how to eat with their hands.

Once they were done eating, Jacob cleaned up, and made sure to clean them up as well, before moving to the living room, waiting for Ethan to arrive.

Jacob was looking out the window when he felt movement next to him, and looked down to see the kid staring at him, curious.

“Mama?”

That hurt Jacob. This child was confused. Last they had seen their mom, they had fallen asleep in her arms, only to wake up in a strange house. What that mother did made his blood boil, but he would deal with his anger later. Right now he had to clarify who he was to this kid. “Jacob”, he said as he pointed at himself, smiling.

“Eheeeheeuwbeekehh awskwskswskwesawdeh”

Jacob blinked. He didn’t speak gibberish. Still, he grinned, ruffling their hair. Hopefully they had some relatives they could get in contact with. Jacob looked out the window, and saw Ethan walking up to the door, hauling two suitcases, with grocery bags hanging off of him. Standing up, he went to the door and opened it. “I see you have had a busy morning”.

“I have”. Ethan huffed before looking down, noticing the toddler behind Jacob, curious eyes looking at him, confused and intrigued. “When you said a child I thought you meant around 8 years old, not a toddler”.

“They are the same thing, aren’t they?”

“Absolutely not.”

Jacob looked his dad up and down. “Would you like some assistance?”

“I raised you and Evie I can handle this”. Ethan made his way to move through the door after Jacob stepped aside with the child in tow, and attempted to squeeze through the door frame.

“Are you sure?” Jacob grinned.

“Yes”. Ethan tried several more times, before silently handing Jacob the grocery bags, who took them chuckling at his father’s antics.

Once Ethan was settled, and the food was stored, they gathered in the living room, around one of the suitcases. The toddler sat beside Jacob, looking at him.

Jacob looked back, and glanced at his dad, unsure of what to do or rather how to respond to them, especially when they pointed at him. Ethan only shrugged, before being confused as well when they moved their finger towards Ethan, head tilting. Ethan decided to try something out, and pointed at himself.

“Ethan”. He pointed at his son. “Jacob”

The toddler pointed at Jacob, “Jacob” they pointed back at Ethan. “Ethab”. They looked around, finger wagging about as they twisted around. “Mama?”

Jacob pointed at his dad, “Ethan,” he pointed back at himself, “Jacob”.

“Jacob, check if they smell”.

“What?”

“Do they stink?”

Jacob went to go grab them, but they walked away from him, going to the plant that Henry had gifted him, looking around. Jacob shared a glance with his dad, as the kid pulled down their pants and pull-ups together, causing the Fryes to panic and get the kid away from the plant at minimum.

They ended up making a mess on the floor, to which Jacob decided to clean, and Ethan decided to give them a bath. So, Ethan whisked them away to the bathroom, and Jacob made quick work of the accident that nearly killed Henry’s plant.

“Jacob!” Ethan called from upstairs.

“Yes?”

“You need to help with the bath. They keep saying your name”.

Confused, Jacob walked upstairs and into the bathroom, and upon seeing him, they clapped their hands, squealing with delight. “Jacob! Jacob!”

Jacob laughed, and got on his knees besides the tub, watching his father thoroughly clean them of any filth they had on them. The whole time, they babble incoherently at Jacob, trying to talk but it only comes out in gibberish. Ethan reached for a towel he had found, and helped the child out of the tub, wrapping them in the cloth.

“I’ll be back with clothes, you dry them off”. Ethan left, and when he returned, Jacob and the toddler were pointing at each other, making goofy faces.

“I found out their name it’s- are those my clothes?” Jacob stared at the clothes that His dad had brought. Sure enough, those were clothes he wore as a kid. “Why did you bring my clothes?”

“Cheaper than buying new ones.” Ethan laid the clothes out. “I also brought pull-ups, so all we need to get is a toilet for them to go to the bathroom, that way they don’t make big messes again.”

Jacob nodded, and started to help the kid get dressed. “Their name is (Y/n)”.

Ethan nodded, “Might be best to check if a toddler has been reported missing.”

Jacob found the missing children website, and got to searching. As much as he searched and called, he couldn’t find a single lead into where (y/n) came from. Sighing, he rubbed his temples, and lazily glanced up towards his dad who stood at the entryway of the living room.

“No luck I suppose?”

“Nope.”

Ethan sighed, before taking a seat on the couch besides Jacob. “We can try again tomorrow”.

Jacob nodded. (Y/n) was upstairs taking a nap, which gave them a moment of peace. For the most part, Ethan had been watching over them as Jacob tried to get information. Seeing his dad handle a kid so easily made him wonder what it must have been like for Ethan when he was younger. “Father,” Ethan looked at him, “what was it like raising Evie and I? Did it feel similar to this in a way?”

Ethan looked forward, taking a deep breath, holding it for a bit before sighing. “In a way, yes. I had two babies to raise and look after, and your mom had just…” he trailed off, rubbing his palms together. “It was hard. It was all sudden, and even after all those months of preparation, I felt extremely unprepared. In most other situations, sudden events are thrilling. This wasn’t as thrilling, considering everything that had happened, but I gave it my best.

“You both were rascals, intelligent, energetic and absolutely a nightmare when you played together.” Jacob chuckled, remembering the times him and Evie would scare his dad. “I love every second of it.”

“Love?”

“I’m still your bloody father, aren't I?” Ethan grabbed Jacob in a neck hold, giving him a noogie, “Someone has to teach you sense.”

Jacob laughed, slapping away at his father’s arms. They laughed, and settled back down. “What happens if I can’t find their family?”

“Perhaps they will be put into foster care.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“It’s not your kid Jacob.”

“I know but,” he hesitated, before continuing. “It doesn’t feel right to give them to the system.”

Ethan crossed his arms, “What will you do then?”

Jacob thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t planning on being a father anytime soon, but the more he thought about it, the idea wasn’t too bad. Undoubtedly the paparazzi might begin to follow him around more, but there are ways to avoid them. He turned to his dad, grinning. “I’ll take care of them”.

Before Ethan could respond, the doorbell rang. Standing up, Jacob walked over to the door and opened it. “I was beginning to think I couldn’t have any more guests!”

“Who else could possibly be- father?” Evie peered into the home, confused as to why Ethan was sitting on the couch. “What are you doing in London?”

“Helping Jacob”.

Evie walked inside, and so did Henry Green. “What has Jacob done now?” Before Jacob or Ethan could answer, a wailing began from upstairs.

Ethan and Jacob shared a glance, as Henry and Evie looked at both of them for answers. Jacob made his way upstairs, hastily opening the door to his room, to find (Y/n) sitting on the bed, crying. “Mama! Mama!” They continued to call out for their mom, hugging themselves, shaking.

Jacob walked over to the bed, gently shushing them, and reached out a hand to try and console them. (Y/n) stood up on the bed, still crying, and began to pound their fists against Jacob. He looked down at the child, shushing them softly in an attempt to calm them down. When that didn’t work, he picked them up. Eventually, they calmed down, wrapping their arms around Jacob and sniffling into his neck. He turned to the door slightly, to see the others there, watching.

Evie glanced between him and (Y/n), looking pitiful. “What kind of situation did you get yourself into?”

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Fourteen

(GIF isn’t mine)

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn.

Word Count: 10.3k (lol, i wanna die)

A/N: please scream along with me as I drown in a pile of emotion. I’m sorry the last three chapters have been so emotional, yoongi is a complicated boi and, needs roughly 25k to get out all of his feelings. ALSO, the next chapter will finally feature Jimin’s showcase, please send him love and good luck. Not like he needs it lmao

I LOVE YOU

Warnings for this Chapter: moderate angst, SMUT (oh my god its alot), mentions of anxiety and hardship, language, too many feelings.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 14: Angels and Angels

“Jimin, if you move again, I’m going to shove this needle into your perfectly sculpted butt cheek…” You mutter, pinching Jimin’s ass, the sweat on your brow growing significantly.

This causes a giggle to erupt from your best friend, who is currently contorting his body so that he can stare at himself in the mirror.

“Yah! Do you miss your little boyfriend that much that you have to take your sexual frustration out on me?” Jimin wiggles his ass in your face and, you admonish him with a smack to his hip as you try your best to finish sewing his costume.

Jimin called you that morning in a panic after he had ripped his showcase outfit during rehearsal so, you had quickly rushed over after your morning classes to resolve his crisis.

“He’s not my boyfriend…” You counter, a smile threatening your mouth, “I do miss him though…”

Jimin stalls his movements, allowing you to finish up, “You really like him don’t you?”

The smile comes in full force but, thankfully Jimin is facing away from you when it does.

“Maybe…”

He rolls his eyes but, allows your vague response, turning slightly to examine your handy work, “You should invite him tomorrow, I still haven’t met him…”

There is a flutter in your stomach at Jimin’s suggestion. You know that Jimin gets extra credit for the number of people that attend and, having Yoongi there would fill an extra seat.

All the more reason to invite him…

“I mean, it’s a big night for you Minnie, if you’re ok with him being there then, I’ll see if he’s free.” You attempt to keep your tone casual but, you’re slightly nervous at the thought of Yoongi being there as your date.

Professor James cancelled Tuesday’s lecture due to illness and, Yoongi texted you Thursday morning that he wouldn’t be in class that day. Not seeing him for an entire week didn’t exactly sit well with you but, you were determined to not read too much into his absence.

Jimin smirks, smoothing his hands over his hips, head tilting side to side in the mirror, “It’s my fourth showcase Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal…”

A scoff leaves your lips, “Um??? It’s your senior showcase, you’re the reigning champion and, you’re about to make history as the only collegiate dancer to win the showcase four years in a row; of course it’s a big deal!”

He giggles as you shove him playfully, a bit of nervousness creeping into his gaze, “You really think I’m going to win again?”

“Jimin,” You turn him towards you, holding each of his wrists in your hands, “I know you’re going to win again.”

His beautiful smile graces his lips as he thrusts himself in your arms, the white sequins scratching against your skin. You hold him anyway though, you know he needs it.

“Thank you…” He mumbles into your hair, “I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

You smile into his neck, the warmth of Jimin’s words filling your heart, “Oh Jimin….I don’t know what you’d do either…”

He pinches your side, “YAH! Don’t be mean! I would survive…maybe…”

Squirming out of his hold, you giggle, patting his hip gently, “I don’t know what I’d do without you either Park Fairy. I’d probably die…”

He points at you,” Exactly, don’t be a brat…” His tone his firm but, the smile on his lips is hard to miss. Jimin turns his attention back towards his full length mirror again to examine his costume.

It’s a beautiful piece, skintight, covered in white sequins and, thin pearlescent lycra that hug Jimin’s body perfectly. You wondered if this was his entire costume as Jimin was known for quite an elaborate set up.

“I love this costume by the way, it’s beautiful,” You marvel, putting all of your sewing tools back in their box, “Is the theme still a surprise or can you end my suffering and tell me?”

Jimin smirks, eyes carefully scanning over his backside,” It’s still a surprise, my leotard is only the base piece, I have a lot more in store…”

“RIP my mascara…” You lament, snapping your sewing kit shut before grabbing your phone off of the coffee table, “Should I text him now?”

He giggles, amusement coloring his face as he turns to you, “Why do you look so nervous?”

“I’m not nervous.” You grumble, thumbs tapping away at your screen to get to your message thread with the dreamiest rapper on Earth aka Min Yoongi.

The last message that you sent him was wishing him luck on the rest of his composition, which he has been working tirelessly at for the last half of the semester. He only responded with a thumbs up emoji and, that was yesterday at 7:49pm.

Suddenly, as your fingers hover over the keys, you feel slightly insecure at the lack of communication between the two of you. Last weekend had been amazing and, Yoongi made sure that you arrived back at your apartment safely and during the week he had said something to the effect of ‘I miss you’ without actually saying it.

Jimin notices your hesitation, “What’s wrong?”

Your teeth find purchase on your lip but, you avoid his gaze and focus in on your phone.

“Nothing…I just_” A sigh leaves your lips as you tap the screen to keep it from going black, “ I don’t know… Yoongi and I had a really good time last weekend and, I’m used to not really hearing from him but, I kind of thought after everything that happened between us, there would be a little more communication. I don’t expect him to text me all day or anything but, we both agreed that we liked each other….a lot so, I thought he’d…”

“Act like a boyfriend?” Jimin offers, a bit of his playfulness diminishing, focusing in on your emotions.

The word sends butterflies through your stomach but, you shove them out, trying not to drown in your emotions.

“No…I mean yeah but, like we aren’t together yet so, I can’t expect him to…I don’t know…” Articulating your emotions is not always your strong suit and, for whatever reason, you seem to become especially impaired when Yoongi is involved.

“Jagi…” Jimin begins, sitting beside you, the sequins scratching your skin as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “…you’re allowed to want his attention regardless of whether or not you both have a title. Titles are nice but, the feelings are much more important…”

You deflate a little bit, leaning into Jimin, your teeth still working against your lip, “I really like him…like I want to wake up next to him and, make him breakfast and do cute shit with him and, I’m not used to feeling like this and, I want to crawl into a hole and, never come out…”

Your pink fairy giggles, pressing a kiss to your head “Yah, you’re not allowed to crawl into a hole, my showcase is tomorrow…”

“Can I do it after your showcase?” You mutter against his leotard, your thumb tapping your screen again to ensure that it doesn’t go black.

Jimin scoffs, “I literally just told you that I can’t live without you, do you want me to die?”

His brows are raised in playful accusation and, you try your best not to get to distracted by how adorable he is.

“No...” You grumble, lips fixed in a firm pout

He chuckles now, nudging your hand towards your phone, “Okay then, text him.”

With a roll of your eyes, you unlock your phone for the third time and, begin typing your message.

You: Hey, I’m not sure what you’re up to tomorrow, I know you’ve been working on your composition but, my best friend is performing in a dance showcase in the main theater. Do you want to come? I figured we could carpool and, maybe get dinner afterwards or something? Let me know when you get a chance!

By the end of your message, you feel your heart doing somersaults beneath your sternum. Why the hell were you so nervous? Shouldn’t you be passed this by now?

“See? I knew you could do it...” Jimin cheers, kissing your head once more before moving to carefully take off his costume.

“Yes, now I just have to endure a slow painful death while waiting for him to respond...” A sickly sweet smile is on your mouth which causes Jimin to throw his head back in laughter.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the dramatic one in this friendship?”

“No Jimin, you’re the beautiful and talented main character and, I...”You gesture to your chest, “...am your socially inept, quirky side kick...”

This earns another boisterous round of laughter from your best friend who is currently checking out his nearly naked body in the mirror.

“Okay, first of all, thank you for calling me beautiful. Second of all, you’re can’t possibly be the sidekick...”

Your eyes narrow, “Why not?”

Jimin whips around in your direction, bubblegum hair a disheveled mess ontop of his head, a brilliant smile on his pretty lips,

“Because you’re my hero...”

With a mouth parted in shock, you process just how ridiculous your best friend is. At your expression,

Jimin rushed into another fit of laughter as you respond.

“Alexa, play Hate That I Love You by Rihanna...”

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After Jimin leaves, you wait approximately 5 hours before getting a response from Yoongi. The response does nothing to aid in soothing your nerves:

Yoongi: Hey sorry it took me so long to respond. I’ve been working, I think I may be able to go but, I was wondering what you were doing right now. I’m having some trouble sorting through something, I know it’s late though, so I understand if you’re sleeping.

Your brow furrows. His message seems odd but, you don’t want to pass up an opportunity to see him. Plus, you definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that he’s having an issue.

You: I can come by, what’s the address? Are you ok?

5 more minutes pass before another message comes in,

Yoongi: I just want to hang out, this week has been kind of rough.

Yoongi: 8294 Han Road. I’m in the 4th studio space. Just ring the front and, tell them you’re here for me, they should let you through. Sorry it’s so late.

You frown at his admission, wanting nothing more than to be with him now that you know your suspicion is correct.

You: Don’t be sorry, I’ll be there as soon as I can.

His message comes through within seconds and, you can’t help but feel a little nervous at seeing him in his studio. There’s also this feeling; a feeling that indicates that something is wrong. Yoongi has never asked you to come see him and, that paired with his odd behavior this past week has your stomach in knots.

What if he didn’t want to see you anymore?

You both agreed that you liked eachother but, life was busy for the both of you. The conversation on the Ferris wheel inches its way back to the forefront of your mind. Yoongi said that you two getting together would be a bad idea, was he returning to that conclusion?

He never explained why he felt that way in the first place.

The Uber ride to Yoongi’s studio costs you $9.78. You didn’t realize how close he was to your apartment and, as the car pulls up to the faded brick building, you feel your heartbeat grow to an alarming level.

“Thank you, have a good night…”

“No problem, have a good one.”

The exchange with the driver is short and, given that he didn’t talk to you the entire car ride, you decide to rate him 5 stars.

As you approach the front entrance, you notice the soft blue neon sign hanging off of the door that reads: SoundCrowd.

Clever.

You’re definitely in the right place.

The door swings open effortlessly and, you’re met with an empty lobby. Tables, chairs and, various flyers containing the studios information are the only things that greet you when you walk in. The clear glass that separates the lobby from the reception desk make the whole place feel like some sort of medical clinic; it’s not exactly a beacon of creative energy. You hope Yoongi’s studio space was less clinical.

“Can I help you?” A deep but, friendly voice calls from behind the glass.

The receptionist is an older guy, maybe in his mid-30s, wearing what looks to be a ghost busters pajama set.

“Yeah, I was looking for Yoongi? He said he was in the 4th studio space…”

The man smirks knowingly, “You’re here for Min huh? Tell you what, I’ll let you through but, you have to promise me you’ll try to get him to go home. The dude’s been here for like four days straight…”

Your brow furrows, “Four days? Are you serious, he hasn’t gone home or anything?”

The man clicks his tongue, “I live upstairs, and his car’s been here since Monday. He used my shower about an hour ago but, other than that, I don’t even think he’s left the room…”

A sigh leaves your lips at the information, “Jesus.”

“Are you his girlfriend?”

The word makes your heart go fuzzy and, your first instinct is to say yes but, the last thing you need is for Yoongi to find out that you made your relationship official without him.

“Uh no, we’re just_” You trail off, searching for the right word, “we’re dating but, he’s been a friend of mine for quite a while…”

He smirks, waving you over to him, “No need to explain, I’m just happy Min is getting some sort of human interaction. He’s been a god tier introvert ever since I’ve known him. I’m Sejin by the way…”

A hand is extended through the opening in the glass and, you accept it graciously, bowing your head.

“Y/N,” You smile, “it’s really good to meet you. How long have you guys known each other?”

Sejin squints his eyes for a moment, tilting his head in thought, “Oh geez uh, let’s see, Yoongi’s 25 this year…uh…ten years maybe?”

Your brows go up, “Oh wow, are you from Daegu too?”

At your seemingly normal question, Sejin grows visibly uncomfortable, as if a realization just crossed his brain. You fear you may be asking too many questions but before you can amend, Sejin speaks up again.

“Uh, Yoongi’s never mentioned me has he?”

“No, he hasn’t, I’m sorry…” You smile looking towards the buzzer near Seijin’s hand, wishing you would have just asked him to buzz you in.

“Oh don’t be sorry at all,” A soft smile is sent your way as he sees that you may have gotten the wrong impression. Sejin nods toward the door, “Yoongi lived with me for a while when he first came to the city, I’m a friend of his older brother. I’m sure he’ll tell you more about it if you ask; Here let me buzz you in, he’ll be straight down the hall to your right.”

Confusion swirls in the forefront of your mind but, you smile nonetheless, turning towards the door, “Thank you so much, it was nice meeting you.”

He bows his head, offering a small smile, “Nice meeting you too.”

There are rooms lining either side of the long hallway, some of which emit a low hum of music through their barriers. Yoongi certainly isn’t the only night owl plugging away in the building.

Turning right at the end of the hall, you’re met with a black door boasting a sign that read “#4.” The irregular heartbeat is back as you raise your hand to knock at the door but, your desire to finally see Yoongi after nearly a week overruns the nervousness that you feel.

“Come in.” You hear his voice through the door and, quickly, you turn the knob and, let yourself in.

You’re met with a confusing sight.

The studio space was dimly lit with a low hanging turquoise fixture that sends a calming wave of light throughout the small room. The walls contain various speakers and, electrical equipment and, along with a work desk, you notice a giant monitor, nearly the size of a flat screen and, every production tool that any musician could ever dream of. However, there was also several indicators that Sejin was right about Yoongi never leaving this room. There’s a black pull out couch on the right side of the room that looks like he hasn’t been slept in, a few pieces of Yoongi’s clothes scattered on the floor and, perhaps the most disturbing thing is the overflowing trashcan in the far corner of the room containing nothing but empty coffee cups. From what you can tell, there isn't a single take out box so, that either means that Yoongi has been taking his food trash out or, that he hasn’t been eating at all.

And then there’s Yoongi, who’s just turned to look at whoever just came through his door. He’s sitting in the black desk chair, dressed in a pair of torn up black jeans and a grey hoodie, his formerly platinum hair is a faded brown now and damp from his shower. He musters a small smile for you, his normally cat like eyes are sunken in, clearly from a lack of sleep and, his lips are chapped, another indicator that he hasn’t been taking care of himself.

“Hey you…” You smile, setting your purse down by the door, trying to gauge what’s going through his mind.

“Hi…um thank you for coming…” He rasps, his eyes shifting nervously over you, fingers itching to reach out for you.

You shake your head, “Of course, is everything ok?”

Yoongi opens his mouth immediately as if he’s already has an answer prepared but, he deflates soon after, looking at you helplessly, “No, not really I-“

He takes a deep breath, looking away from you, trying to keep it together. You don’t say a word as you close the space between you, moving to stand in front of his seated figure. Instantly, you pull him into a warm hug, holding him tightly, not needing him to explain just yet.

Yoongi feels so much of the tension melt away from his body as he feels your embrace, his arms coming up to reciprocate, burying his face into your hip.

The two of you don’t speak for a few seconds but, you feel Yoongi shake silently, not daring to untuck his face from you as he lets the tears spill over his eyes.

This causes your heart to shatter but, you don’t break the silence yet, allowing him to process his pain how he needs to. You keep him close though and, rub his back soothingly as he collects himself.

“I’m sorry…” He mumbles into your yellow sweatshirt, regretting that he’s staining the material with tears, “I should have texted you more, I just…this week’s been really hard.”

You shake your head, holding him tighter, “Don’t be sorry, I knew you were working on your project this week, it’s completely ok…”

This is said for his benefit of course, you didn’t want him to worry about your fear that he had lost interest when he clearly had something much more pressing going on.

“I wanted to text you…the first night I got like this but-“ He cuts himself off to sniffle, still not releasing you from his grip. “I didn’t want to bother you, or freak you out or anything…”

“Hey-“ You tilt his face towards yours, thumbing away one of the tears that is attempting to roll down his face, “-you’re never a bother to me, especially if something is wrong…”

He turns his face to place a gentle kiss against your thumb before sighing out shakily against your skin, “I can’t get this fucking song right Y/N. I’ve been at this for 5 months now and, it always comes out wrong, I’ve rewritten it like 10 different times and, I can’t do it. It’s shitty. I’m not cut out for this, I’m not good enough to go pro, I should’ve_”

He trails off, his eyes reddening as the tears collect once more at the corners of his eyes, “ I should’ve listened to my father, he told me to major in business, he said this would happen and, he was fucking right.”

His words create a deep ache within your heart.

How could someone so talented, doubt their abilities so much?

It’s not the first time you’ve seen it but, you’ve yet to understand it.

“I know you’re upset, I know that this seems impossible right now and, you’re unbelievably frustrated but, Yoongi…” You tilt his head back towards yours, your gaze growing firmer, “You were born to do this. You are the most talented musician I’ve ever known and, the quality of your stuff? The way you write, the way you think, it’s a sign. It’s a sign that this is what you’re meant to do. You’re not meant to be in a suit, slaving away at a corporate job you don’t even like, that’s what everyone else is doing. Yes, it may be more stable, it may provide a steady income and, give your parents something to brag about but, it isn’t you. Your happiness is in music, I can see that. You light up when you talk about it, you lit up on that fucking stage, and had half the city eating out of the palm of your hands. You are so incredible, you have no idea…”

Yoongi feels his heart swell in his chest, no one has ever spoken to him about his music like this, not with this much passion. But then again, Yoongi’s never known another person like you, he’s never known another that can make him feel so good.

“But jagi…the song…it’s not coming together, my professor is going to hate it…” He urges, anxiety still squirming around in his stomach. He wraps his arms around you tighter though, feeling a bit of comfort at your words.

“Did you think the crowd at Glacier was going to hate your song too?” You point out and, as you do, he bites his lip, sniffling again.

“Yeah…I did…”

A hand is carded gently through his damp hair as you smile down at him, “And look what happened Agust D, you became the city’s champion underground rapper. Did you lock yourself up in this studio and live off of Americanos for weeks on end then too?”

A smile threatens his lips, “You remembered my order…” he sighs, nodding reluctantly at your question, “I do this a lot…”

A breath is released through your nose as you smile gently at his observation but, the frown between your brows remains, “I don’t want to tell you how to live your life Yoongi but, you can’t do this to yourself. I know self-doubt can be borderline parasitic sometimes but, you have to try and cut yourself some slack. I know how hard anxiety can be, I know it can make you feel like the world is coming to an end but, please know that you are so much more capable than you realize. Sometimes it helps to step away from something and, revisit it when you’ve had time to clear your head. I have to do that with my proposals all the time…”

Yoongi moves back slightly to wipe a hand over his face, taking a deep breath as he nods in consideration of your words, “You’re right…I know you’re right. It’s just hard for me not to fall into this cycle sometimes. I got help when I started school, for my anxiety and, it helped but, old habits die hard you know? I just start overthinking everything…I can never get rid of that part.”

You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead before slowly helping him to his feet. “You might not ever get rid of that, you’re only human. Overthinking is my first reaction too but, over the years, I’ve slowly learned to not trust every crazy scenario my brain comes up with.”

He smiles and, this time you see it reach his eyes, the sight calms you significantly. “You’re…”

Yoongi shakes his head, “I knew you’d say the right thing, you always do…”

“Come here.” You smile, pulling him into a hug, tucking your face into his neck, “I’m sorry you’ve been going through this…try to reach out earlier next time ok? So this doesn’t go on so long, you know I’m here for you.”

He nods sagely, rubbing his hands on your lower back, “ I will, I promise…”

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Roughly an hour later, after you’ve gotten Yoongi to eat a good meal, the two of you start indulging in one another, the lack of contact starting to get to both of you.

Your lips peck against Yoongi’s gently, just as a means to soothe him, your hands placed firmly on his shoulders.

“I just...” He whispers against your mouth, attempting to melt away against your touch.

He needs it, now more than ever.

“Hm?” You hum gently, combing your fingers through his hair, nails scratching tenderly at his scalp.

“I just don’t want to think anymore.” He breathes, responding more and more to the kisses placed against his lips.

The column of his throat is eagerly arching towards your lips in a silent invitation. At the sight of his swallow, tender flesh, you frown at the lack of color there.

“Your marks are gone.” You murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth

Yoongi swears he wants to cry. He's kept his distance all week, trying to make sense of his emotions, trying to perfect his composition. But now, with you here, touching him, loving on him, he realizes how desperate he is for you; for relief.

“Make new ones please...I just want to stop thinking...help me.” He practically keens his response but, he keeps it in check for the most part, not wanting you to consent for the wrong reasons.

You bring your eyes to his, holding his desperate gaze, a smirk beginning to play on your lips.

“How do you want me to help you?” You tease, encouraging him to articulate his desires.

His cheeks flush even more, his Adams apple bobbing as he attempts to swallow back his nerves.

He doesn’t know what’s come over him but, your tone compels him to his knees and, as his jean clad limbs touch the tile, he speaks, “You know...you know me, you know how to take care of me...”

The response goes straight between your thighs; his small voice, his display of respect, you can tell this is something he’s had on his mind or awhile and, after the week he’s endured, you conclude that he needs to let loose.

A finger is curled under his chin, directing his cat-like eyes up towards your own. You can tell he’s nervous but, the way he shifts eagerly on the floor tells you he’s more than ready for you.

“You think so?” You coo, thumbing over his chin, smirking down at him

He nods eagerly at the conclusion of your first sentence but, continues to nod throughout your teasing.

“Use your words...” You urge, tightening your grip on his chin, admiring how beautiful he is on his knees.

“Ye--...” His voice is already shot so, he clears his throat attempting to speak clearer, “Yes...”

Your teeth press into your bottom lip, as your hand moves from his chin to push his faded brown hair away from his forehead.

“You want me to call the shots so you don’t have to?” You’re taking your time to rile him up, knowing it will pay off for him in the end.

Another eager nod comes from Yoongi as he pushes against your hand, his doll-like lips going dry from his heavy breathing.

“Yeah...I trust you; I’ll be so good for you, I promise.” He vows, lips brushing against your wrist, his dark eyes never once leaving yours. “Please…”

You tug on his hair then, drawing a whimper deep from within his chest. Yoongi feels his nipples harden as the pain pricks deliciously against his scalp.

“You like this right? When I pull on it?”

“Yes.” He breathes, shivering as your fingers brush across his lips and, down over his neck.

“And...” You whisper, keeping your tone gentle as your hand wraps around Yoongi’s throat.

This causes him to exhale shakily, his cautious eyes widening like saucers as he stares up at you.

“Wh-…"

You attempt to finish your sentence but, Yoongi’s shaky voice beats you to it, his request tumbling clumsily past his lips.

“Fuck...please choke me...”

He sounds so weak and, yet so sure of himself at the same time. You two had just begun breaching your sexual interests but, stepping into true dominant/submissive roles is something you’ve yet to do.

Whatever is about to happen, is going to be completely new territory for the both of you.

The tightening around Yoongi’s throat makes him see stars; he feels like one of those cartoon characters that’s just been hit with a ton of bricks. Its intoxicating.

“Oh-” Yoongi’s voice is raspier underneath your grip, his dick plumping up painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

“You like when I choke you?” You coo, still holding his throat but, decreasing the pressure slightly.

He nods, gasping as you tighten your grip again, testing the waters. Yoongi can already feel the dampness in his jeans but, he doesn’t care, he wants so much more tonight; he wants you to ruin him.

“Use your words...” You remind him gently, urging him to open up as your free hand combs back through his hair.

He exhales shakily once again, “Yes...”

A fond smile is on your face then as you take a moment to run your fingers through his chestnut locks. You slowly urge him towards you so that he’s close enough to rest his chin against the center of your stomach. Yoongi stares up eagerly, awaiting instructions, his breathing uneven and, you take the small moment of silence to tug on his hair again. This causes his hands to come up and grip your outer thighs in desperation and, if he wasn’t already suffering in his jeans before, he definitely is now.

With a salacious smirk you slowly bend at the waist so you can brush your lips against Yoongi’s, holding his gaze all the while, “I need a safe word from you...can you think of one for me?”

Yoongi can’t think of anything aside from you at the moment along with his painfully hard dick threatening to bust out of his jeans but, he tries his best to wrack his brain for a suitable answer.

“Dragon.”

He scans your face for approval, hoping his choice was sufficient and, if you weren’t fulfilling the role of caretaker, you would be melting onto the floor right now.

“Dragon it is...” You smile, combing a hand through his hair again, resisting the urge to tug on it, “You use that word anytime you need to ok? And we’ll stop...”

Yoongi returns your smile, exhaling at the touch of your fingers, “Ok...”

“Good boy.” The words are spoken into his hair when you lean over to kiss the top of his head. His hands haven’t moved from the outside of your thighs and, at the touch of your lips, he squeezes them again, “Stand up for me.”

At your request, you move away from him, offering your hands as support. Yoongi looks at them tentatively before interlocking his fingers with yours and, slowly moving to his feet. Through the holes in his jeans, you can see how red his knees got from kneeling on the floor.

You want the rest of him to match...

“Come here...” You practically coo at him, curling a finger in your direction, beckoning him towards you. Yoongi never takes his eyes off of you as he takes the three steps necessary to reach you. As he stands before you, you keep his eye contact and, curl your fingers underneath the hem of his grey hoodie.

“Arms up.”

He obliges immediately, raising them high above his head, allowing you to slowly pull the material off of his body. Yoongi feels the hairs on his arms stand at attention as the cooler air of the studio hits his exposed skin. Without instruction you hook a finger underneath his chin and, silently bring his lips to yours. The two of you kiss, slow and sweet, taking time to lull deeper into one another. Your tongue slips in first, laving against Yoongi’s timid but eager mouth, as your hands begin slowly moving up the sides of his torso. A smirk is pushed into the kiss when Yoongi shivers at your touch, his whole body on fire for you.

“You trust me to take care of you right?” You murmur into his mouth and, not two seconds go by before he’s nodding. “You’re gonna be good for me?”

A half of a whimper slips out of Yoongi’s swollen lips, his hands come out to touch your waist as he nods again.

“Yes, I’ll be good...”

You smirk again, deciding that one of your goals tonight is to get Yoongi to feel more comfortable talking dirty to you. It’s a quality he possesses and, you can tell it’s something he’s into but, it takes a certain level of lust to send him there.

“Why are you gonna be good for me?” The question is spoken between a few kisses and, you can’t express the delight you feel when he’s cheeks go red again.

“Because-” His words are cut off as you slowly start to tickle your fingers over his ribs, the pads of your thumbs inching toward his erect nipples. “…. you deserve my respect. You deserve my obedience...”

Good answer.

“What makes me so deserving hm?” You coo against his neck, sucking gently against the sweet spot at the juncture of his collar bone. Before he can answer, you swipe your thumbs over his nipples. Yoongi swears he already feels like he’s going to pass out but, he does his best to answer coherently.

“All women deserve my respect but, you...” He breathes, his head falling back on his shoulders, exposing his skin to you,, his hips rutting forward as you continue brushing your thumbs over his nipples, “you’re the best woman I know...you always take care of me, you’re always so nice to me. I wanna give you everything I can, so I’m worthy for you.”

Yoongi is more than worthy enough for you but, given his history with insecurity, you can’t say his answer surprises you. However, if you weren’t melting into the floor before, you certainly are now.

“You are worthy angel, come here...” The whispered command brings Yoongi’s mouth back onto yours as he swears he could cry at the particular pet name you just chose.

Do you really think he’s an angel?

He can’t imagine why...

With your bodies pressed together and, your lips delicately tending to his, you speak again, initiating the rest of your plan, “Are you ready to play Yoongi?”

Another nod comes from the angel in question, his nose nudging against yours as he does,

“Mhm...”

God, you didn’t know you’d be this into his submission but, here you are, completely drenched and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Sit down on the chair for me, hands on the arm rests.”

He follows orders, sitting down on his desk chair, spreading his legs to accommodate the throbbing erection pushing against his zipper. His long fingers curl over the edges of the arm rests as his chest rises and falls with his increasing heartrate.

You watch him carefully, mulling over multiple options that will hopefully make him cum so hard he can’t think straight. The first move you make is removing your hoodie, baring your black lacy bra to him: an article of clothing you chose specifically because you knew he liked it.

The thing is though, Yoongi is no ordinary man. When he’s truly submitting, he does nothing without permission, not even look at you. Even as you step in front of him, Yoongi’s eyes stay glued to the floor but, the ever increasing motion of his chest gives away his reaction.

“Didn’t you miss me Yoongi? Why aren’t you looking at me?” You grin, knowing the answer already

He shakes his head, not wanting you to misunderstand him, “I missed you, so much, I just hadn’t asked permission to look at you yet. May I look at you?”

“You may.”

He doesn’t need further coaxing. He immediately brings his eyes up to your body, scanning over you eagerly, wincing as he feels his dick twitch in his jeans.

“So pretty...” He murmurs, eyes full of adoration, “thank you for letting me see you...”

“Don’t look away.” You demand softly, smirking in his direction as you slowly unclip your bra, revealing your breasts to him. As the cool air of the studio hits your sensitive chest, your nipples harden causing Yoongi to finally lick his lips.

He wants them in his mouth so badly but, he wouldn’t dare question your plan. He knows you’re going to do right by him.

“Jagi...” Yoongi pulls in another deep breath to calm himself, resisting the urge to gawk at you, “you’re so beautiful...”

You’ve moved in closer to him, standing between his thighs in just your leggings before dipping down to kneel on the floor.

As your nails slowly slide up his legs, you respond, “I wish you knew how beautiful I think you are...maybe then you’d be able to see what I see.”

Yoongi’s lips part in awe of what you just said, feeling very overwhelmed before the two of you have even started.

“You think_” He exhales, eyes fluttering with the sensation of your fingers inching closer to the inseam of his jeans, “…you think I’m beautiful?”

Your fingers tickle over his inner thighs before crawling over his unstable hips and towards his zipper. As you reach his erection, your eyes travel to his, catching a glimpse of his fucked out expression. His pupils are dilated, his lips are swollen, cheeks pink and puffy like fresh cherry blossoms, his fingers twitch on the arm rests; he’s growing desperate with anticipation.

“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen Min Yoongi. I wouldn’t be caught dead on my knees for any other man…” You whisper, holding his gaze as you yank down his zipper, the motion causing a gasp to leave his lips. The relief is minimal but, Yoongi is grateful that his swollen dick finally has the room fully stand at attention.

You deserve his full attention.

“You’re beautiful…” Is all he manages, his ability to form coherent sentences slowly slipping away.

His hips are lifted at your instructions as you pull his jeans and boxers from his hips, leaving him completely exposed to you. Yoongi feels a little insecure, his got a bit of a tummy on him as he’s been skipping the gym and, eating nothing but takeout the past few months. He didn’t shave either and, he’s waiting for some sort of negative reaction from you but, instead he feels the sharp pull of arousal in his stomach as you start kissing up his thighs.

“I should punish you for the way you’ve treated yourself this past week…” You admonish before taking the tender flesh of his inner thigh between your teeth, sucking hard enough to make him squirm.

Yoongi’s breath catches as he winces from the pain, his thigh jumping away from the sensation, “I’m sorry…I’m really sorry.”

Your tongue laves over the battered flesh before you make your way to the other thigh, taking time to blow cool air over his engorged dick. He shivers whilst thinking of what he would give to be in your mouth right now but, he won’t beg. He won’t try and sway you in any direction; he wants your full control.

“I told you last weekend not to talk shit to yourself didn’t I? So you can imagine my surprise when I come in here tonight and, you’re doing just that…you don’t want to disobey me do you?” You coo, pouting your lips before sucking his skin back between your teeth, creating an identical mark on his right thigh.

“Ah-“ He whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling rather tipsy at the sensation of pain, “No…of course not. I want to listen…”

A dark chuckle leaves your lips as you start placing kisses up his thigh, a wicked sense of delight coursing when his dick twitches towards your mouth, “Oh he wants to listen now does he? Is it because my lips are so close to your dick?”

Yoongi grips the arm rests, his fingers slipping off due to the sweat created by his palms. Despite the cool temperature of the room, he feels like he’s on fire, he doesn’t think his ever been this turned on in his life.

“No, that’s not the only reason…” His hips jerk along with his stomach trembling when he feels your nails tickle their way over his hips, “I want to be good for you.”

As your nails conclude their teasing over his lower stomach, you let them rest against his hip bones as you ask your next question, “Mm, then you’ll sit there like a good boy while I have my way with you then won’t you?”

Before he can answer your question, a ragged whimper leaves his throat when you scratch your nails harshly across his soft pale skin, leaving aggravated lines of red as you do.

“Oh my fucking god…” He mumbles, eyes watering when his dick does the impossible and swells further, “I’d sit here like a good boy no matter what you wanted to do to me…”

He confesses, his faded chestnut hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes completely blown out with lust.

You prepare your nails to scratch him again and tickle them up the sides of his body, taking a moment to brush your fingertips over his pert nipples. Yoongi’s body is really sensitive but, his chest in particular always garnishes a special reaction from him. Your nails settle right where his heart is and, you can actually feel it pounding against his chest, “I want you to touch yourself for me…can you do that?”

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath and, once again you interrupt his answer by dragging your nails across his chest, digging in harder this time.

He actually feels his dick leaking at the sensation whilst his body arches off the desk chair, craving more of your touch.

“I have to go slow…I’m so hard right now, I don’t know how I’m gonna last….” He warns, his eyes shifting in uncertainty and, you take the time to admire how utterly innocent he looks.

Yoongi may be intimidating to those who don’t know him but, to you, with you, he is the softest man you’ve ever known.

But now isn’t the time for tenderness, you know what he needs.

He needs to be ruined.

So you’ll do just that…

Your hand comes out to wrap around his neck which elicits another gasp from his pink lips, his body going limp at your touch. You squeeze gently, just enough to slow the air circulation and lean in so your lips can brush against his.

“You’ll last because I tell you to last, because this dick belongs to me doesn’t it?”

Yoongi’s face is weak with pleasure as he nods eagerly, a small whimper leaving his lips, “Uh huh…”

A smirk forms on your lips as you squeeze his throat a little tighter, his dick jumping in response, “Say it…”

“My…my dick is yours jagi…” He gasps when you use your free hand to brush gently over his aching nipples, the sensation a huge contrast from what you’re doing to his throat.

“Your cum is mine…” You egg him on, dragging the pad of your thumb gently over either of his nipples.

“Ugh fuck…” He curses, his eyes locking onto yours and lull in and out of focus, “My cum is yours…everything is yours…”

Licking your lips, you loosen your grip slightly, giggling wickedly as he tries to reach for your lips, “You want me to hurt you while you jack off baby?”

Yoongi swears you must be sent from heaven, or maybe hell, either way, he’s dancing on the edges of euphoria at the moment. It’s like you know exactly what he’s thinking, he’s never known anyone who can anticipate his desires so well.

“Mhm…” He hums, the sound edging very close to a coo.

There is something that crosses your mind, something you hadn’t thought of before this began: was Yoongi capable of going into subspace? Because the glossy eyed expression, the yearning look, the pliant posture and slack jaw, everything about him looks like he’s heading in that direction.

“Yeah? You want me to hurt you really good?”

His mouth falls open as soon as you slide your cupped hand up his throat, your thumb brushing tenderly against his lips, “Yeah…please hurt me…”

Oh fuck, he’s right there…

“Suck…” You command gently, staring into his eyes, which have started to glaze over at your touch. He takes your thumb in his mouth, sucking eagerly, holding your eyes for approval, laving his tongue against the tip of it. “show me how you touch yourself baby…”

He nods, still sucking on your thumb before removing his sweaty hand down to his aching length. Yoongi’s eyes squeeze shut as he slowly curves a fist around himself, and, his leg twitches when he starts stroking his dick.

The relief is instant and, you feel the vibrations of his moans against your thumb. As he works himself up, you move away from him to kneel back between his knees.

His breathing is heavier, his toes are fidgeting against the floor but, his eyes refuse to leave yours, even as they threaten to close from pleasure.

You slowly tease your nails down his chest, over his ribs and hips, dangerously close to his dick, over his now bruised inner thighs and, all the way down to his ankles.

He brushes his thumb over his tip, a small whimper leaving his lips as his eyes squeeze close at the sensation. He’s already close, you’ve been winding him up for the past 45 minutes but, he holds on desperately, not wanting this to end.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself Yoongi?”

He takes another shaky breath and, does his best to swallow properly, despite his mouth being completely dry, “Lately, all I think about is you…I don’t even watch porn that often…”

Before you ask another question, you dig your nails into his calves and slowly begin dragging them up his legs. His whole body jerks in response, his hand faltering over his tip, he has to pull away for a moment, he almost came right there.

“ohmygod….” He keens, mostly to his self, his wide eyes looking away for a moment while he desperately tries to get a hold of himself.

“Oh but, you do watch porn? You’re cumming for other women then?” You tease and, Yoongi would panic that you’re actually upset but, the playful smirk on your face tells him that you’re just giving him a hard time.

“I don’t watch women…” He breathes, a ghost of smirk now playing on his own lips, “I watch men mostly, women in porn are annoying…they’re all annoying honestly…”

This makes you giggle but, you feel yourself growing wetter at the thought of Yoongi, getting off to men.

“So you think of me sometimes?” You’re still teasing him and, he knows you’re fishing but, he’s so into you he doesn’t care; he’d write a fucking thesis on you if he had the time.

He shakes his head, stifling a moan as you drag your nails over his hips when his hand reaches the tip of his dick; he really doesn’t know how he’s going to last.

“No…you don’t get it…” His breath is fucked and, his dick is so hard he wants to cry, it takes everything in him not to beg, “I think about you all the time…I’ve been thinking about you, ever since I came to your house that first time…”

Lust swirls deep in your panties; you don’t know how much longer you’re going to be able to do this either, his dick looks so good, hard, swollen and aching to be fucked. But you haven’t finished ruining him yet, you want him completely desperate before you give in.

“When I pulled your hair the first time?” You smirk, your hands travelling up his body once again as he nods, licking over his lips.

“Ye…yeah…that’s why I left so quickly, you made me hard…” He gasps again as your hand makes it back up to his neck, “…I…are you gonna choke me again?” His eyes look wary, almost frightened, the motions on his dick slowing again, “I don’t….jagi, I don’t know what to do…I don’t want to disappoint you but, if you…if you choke me again, I don’t…”

You smirk, tightening your hand around his neck before he can finish his sentence, “You’re gonna what baby?

“Oh fuck-“ He squeaks, his eyes starting to water when he squeezes over his tip, trying to halt his release, “Jagiya…I can’t…I can’t hold it, you have to stop…”

“Hold it, or I’ll tie you to this chair and leave you like this…” You hiss into his mouth, and his brow furrows in desperation but, his balls tighten further at your threat. The hand around his neck doesn’t cease its constriction and, his hand actually begins to move faster on his length.

His starting to learn…

“Good boy…don’t stop…” You kiss at his lips but, not long enough for him to respond to you, his whole body on fire and shivering at the same time.

Yoongi nods in determination, a shaky breath leaving his nose as he follows orders. He tenses however as you stand up, your left hand coming up to comb through his hair, which is matted against his forehead with sweat.

“Please…” He whimpers but, its not for permission to cum, you know exactly what it’s for.

Curling your fingers around the roots of his hair you tug hard enough to push his head back against the desk chair and, before he can even react, you use your other hand to tighten around his throat.

That’s it, that’s what breaks him.

Tears collect at the corner of his eyes as they widen like saucers, his mouth falling back open as he tries to cry out but, he’s too hoarse to do so.

“Y/N please…baby…baby please, pleasefuckme, pleasefuckme, I can’t…I need you...“ He’s completely lost it, he’s rambling, his eyes aren’t even in focus.

He isn’t even really looking at you but, you know you’ve got him, he’s made it there.

In less than ten seconds, he’s out of the desk chair and onto the pull out couch. He trembles beneath you; his hands reach up as if the lack of contact is painful.

Leaning down to him, you press a tender kiss to his lips to which he responds like a starving man.

“Please jagi…please I need you so bad, I’m sorry I need you, I need you…I really fucking need you…” He sounds like his about to cry and you nod, your tenderness returning just as quickly as it left, your panties pushed haphazardly off of your hips

“Hey…hey...I’m coming angel, I’m coming, just breath for me ok? I’m going to make it better…” You coo, pressing him gently into the squeaky mattress of the pull out couch, the cool sheets welcome against his hot skin.

He nods, not fully able to focus as he wraps his hands around your hips. You press another kiss to his lips before your final command is given, “As soon as I sink down onto you, I want you to cum ok? Can you do that for me?”

Yoongi’s bleary gaze finally locks onto your eyes, his body weakened with desire, “I’ll do anything for you…”

You can’t even recognize his voice, it’s so small, so weak and, so in…

You can’t say it.

Not yet.

But you can feel it, its bubbling right underneath the surface.

As soon as you sink down on him, you give him a few good strokes of your drenched heat before his whole body arches off the bed. Yoongi’s face is buried into your neck, his dull nails dig into your hips as he lets out a cry that shatters you.

You can feel how much he’s cumming as shot after shot of his release paints the inside of you. He’s cumming so hard that he starts crying, his silent whimpering enough to send you over the edge with him.

“don’t stop…don’t stop…” He cries into your neck, holding you so tight to him that it restricts your movements.

All you can do is nod as white hot pleasure takes over your senses, your orgasm just as intense given the events of the last hour.

Yoongi completely loses himself, he cums again, his hips glued to yours as he cries for you. Part of him would feel embarrassed but, he’s too fucked out to care. He’s too in…

Not yet.

He can’t say it, but it’s in his throat.

Its in his heart.

God, he’s never felt so good in his life, he never knew it could be this good.

“Y/N…” He croaks when your hips start settling down. His face doesn’t leave your neck but, he starts sucking gently on it, trying to ground himself.

He feels like he’s floating.

“Baby…” Yoongi practically coos, hands glued to your skin, still sniffling as his tears slowly come to a halt.

The smile that graces your face is brilliant and full of adoration. You slowly pull off of him, “I’m right here angel, I got you…”

You want to get him in a more comfortable position so you can hold him but when you try to pull away to do so, he panics, his glossy eyes widening in fear.

“No…no…” He tries to protest but, you kiss his forehead to reassure him

“Shh…I’m not going anywhere, I just want to hold you…come here for me…” You murmur, kissing his forehead again.

He’s suspicious, not thinking clearly but, he trusts you, not moving more than an inch away from your body as you shift the two of you to sit against the back of the couch. Yoongi scrambles to get closer to you, making himself smaller as he lays his upper half into your chest, tucking his face back into your neck.

“I got you baby boy, I got you…” You whisper, hoping the soft blue light in the studio will soothe him further along with gentle kisses pressed to his skin, “You did so good for me angel…”

Silent tears fall down his cheeks as he tucks further into you, “I did good?”

He checks again, feeling so vulnerable and, yet so safe at the same time.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead, your nails gently combing his hair back, “You did amazing. You were so good for me.”

His small mouth curves in a dreamy smile, still trembling but, feeling slightly more grounded, “You keep calling me angel….you’re the angel…my angel.”

“You can’t steal my nickname…” You giggle, causing his small smile to turn into a gummier smile as he nuzzles your neck.

“So pretty…” Is all he can think of to say but, you know he’s talking about your laugh.

God, you feel like crying right now though, you could have never guessed that you could feel this strongly about another person.

When a comfortable silence falls over you, you take a moment to notice how banged up he really is. His body is decorated with pinks and purples, scratches, bites, a hicky or two; you really did a number on him and, you want to take care of his skin before it gets too uncomfortable.

“Yoongi? Baby, I need to put something on your scratches, I have cooling gel in my bag-“ You begin to say but, his eyes quickly widen again and, the same panicked look returns.

“Don’t…don’t go-“ He urges, holding you tighter.

You know it’s a symptom of him being in subspace, he doesn’t actually think your leaving but, a lack of contact with you makes him nervous.

“I’ll come right back, my bag is on the floor…” You assure him gently, pressing a kiss between his eyes.

His eyes flutter shut at your kiss and, his hands tighten on you one last time before, he kind of gets a grip on himself.

He knows he’s being a little unreasonable but, he’s never felt like this before, he feels intoxicated and so incredibly needy.

“Ok…” He reluctantly agrees

Another kiss is placed to his forehead before you move quickly to retrieve the gel from your purse. As soon as you sit back down with him, he immediately wraps himself around you, hiding away in your neck as you start to apply the gel to his skin. His breathing is beginning to even out as he melts into you, letting you take care of him.

Like you always do…

“How do you feel?” You whisper into his hair as you smooth the substance over his neck, which has reddened slightly.

“I feel high…” He muses, sounding a little bit more like himself.

His response causes you to giggle, “I’m that good huh?”

Yoongi smirks, kissing your neck slowly, “You invented sex…”

Another giggle bubbles over your lips, as you pull the sheet over Yoongi’s body, “Do you feel better then?”

“Mhm…” He hums into your neck, kissing up the length of it before finding your lips. A soft kiss is placed there before he speaks again, “I wish I could articulate better but, you fucked me stupid jagi…”

Smiling into the kiss, you comb a hand through his hair, scratching gently at the scalp, “Don’t worry about it, take your time, I’m right here if you need me…”

The two of you stay like this for quite some time, holding each other, as you slowly settle back down. Yoongi stays quiet for the most part, doing his best to center his thinking which proves to be quite easy as the only thing he can really think about is you.

A half an hour passes before he finally speaks up, feeling the need to explain something to you.

“I used to live here…” He murmurs, face still tucked into your chest

Your brow furrows at his statement, “Here? At the studio?”

He shakes his head, “It wasn’t always a studio, ten years ago it was a halfway house for troubled youth…”

The beating of your heart stalls but, as you open your mouth to respond, Yoongi continues, his voice stabilizing finally, “My parents are not supportive of what I do. When I was a teenager, we used to fight all the time about it. They tried to force me to stop but, I never listened. I snuck out to do music all the time and, started failing out of school. One night, my father came in and freaked out on me, he destroyed my lyric pages and, threw everything away. The next day, I came home from school and, they had kicked me out. My older brother tried to stop them but, they wouldn’t listen...”

Your chest feels tight as you try your hardest not to let your emotions overflow; you never knew how much Yoongi has endured.

“Sejin, the guy at the front desk, he’s a friend of my older brother,” He rasps, placing another kiss to your skin as a means to soothe himself, “he took me in with nothing but my old laptop and, the clothes on my back. My parents wouldn’t let me take anything. I finished school in the city and, ended up landing a scholarship at our university, that’s where I met Hobi and, reconnected with Namjoon. Once he found out what happened to me, he insisted I move in with him while I got my degree. The rest you already know…”

You hold him tighter, kissing his forehead for the 100th time, “I’m so sorry Yoongi, I didn’t know you went through all of that. You’re so strong for pushing towards your dreams despite everything being so hard for you…”

He smiles gently and the wise look has settled back into his eyes as he looks up at you, “You see why I get a little nervous sometimes now…I’m so worried that my parents are going to be right.”

Nodding, you thumb over his cheek, “I do but, please know that you’ve already proved your parents wrong. After everything you’ve endured, you still keep pushing and, as long as you keep dreaming, you’ll never fail…”

A sudden kiss is pressed to your lips then, which Yoongi turns slow and sweet.

Just like him…

“On my worst days, I tell myself that all of this will be worth it someday…” He whispers against your lips, continuing to kiss at them

“It will be, everything will pay off...”

“It’s already started to…ever since my classroom switched…” He smiles, brushing a piece of hair from your face.

Intense emotion blooms fully in your heart when he responds and, you have to shake your head to keep yourself from crying, “Does that mean you’ll be my date tomorrow then?”

He chuckles, his eyes brightening up significantly as he leans into your lips,

“Tomorrow and, any other time you’ll have me.”

if you let me, here’s what i’ll do: i’ll take care of you

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howlsentiment · 3 years

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Chapter 1 - Another Day

*buzz buzz*

“Wake up buddy, it’s time for a new day” a dark sullen voice said.

*buzz buzz*

“We have business to take care of”

*buzz buzz click*

“I just need 15 more minutes, after fifteen more minutes exactly i’m sure I’ll wake up reinvigorated with the energy to start my day” the boy thought to himself. His world was now fading into a dark cloud as he started to doze off.

*buzz buzz*

“Breakfast is ready sweetie come and get some!” This time it was a much softer, kinder voice that greeted him. “If you don’t come down soon it’ll get cold!....or I’ll eat it all”

“Mmkaaay I’l be daown in won minet” the boy replied sleepily. He wasn’t going to be down in one minute. The boy wasn’t a spry one, but he wasn’t particularly lazy either. He just always had a hard time convincing himself that his bed isn’t where he should always be. He lay in his dark room which wasn’t of much note either. A computer and a few books is all that could really be seen around and a messy desk where rarely any time was spent because he much preferred the bed. He was a college loner, not because he was particularly awkward or because he was particularly ugly, but instead by choice. He was actually particularly liked by most people, especially it would seem so by the man sitting in his room with him.

“Get good sleep sleepyhead?” The boy nodded

“Alright good, you have another long hard day of work today, these spirits aren’t gonna pass on themselves”. This man was no man, he was death incarnate, some would say a grim reaper. It would seem this boy had a gift, ever since he was in middle school he started noticing that he could see the dead, and all at once he started noticing the strange man too. He didn’t know really what he could do with his power other than get picked on at school for being scared all the time. This made him become distant with his fellow classmates and thusly he started attending school alot less just to avoid interaction and found peace within himself...and this man

“You haven’t found me many ghosts recently i’ve noticed, have you been getting lazy ? If you get lazy you know I’d get angry, and you know what happens when I’m angry right”

The message was coming across loud and clear, his tight grip on the twined scythe and sunken eyes would strike fear to anybody in the world and fear that this day was his last, but to him, it was a wednesday.

After a good 5 or ten minutes he heard the voice come from downstairs again,

“I made chicken porridge!”

This time he did not hesitate. He hastily rolled out of bed, put on one of his 3 outfits that he cycles through and ran down the stairs. But as he approached the stairs he noticed he might’ve seemed too excited so as to not show how happy he was, he slowed down his speed as he descended the stairs.

“Good morning mom.”

“Good morning Sol, how come you couldn’t greet me with the same enthusiasm i heard when i told you i had chicken porridge for you?”

His mom was a kind soul, with nothing but love and warmth in her heart. Even though they wouldn’t always get along, she would always prioritized her son's happiness and safety in every situation. He’s always relied on her whenever he felt down, and even though there were times where he felt that he was taking advantage of her and maybe he hurt her feelings, she would never take it out on him, she would always just smile and tell him that everything was alright.

“Sorry” he smiled with the might of his 8am energy and repeated himself with a chuckle “Good morning mom, I hope you didn’t wake up too early to prepare this”

“Don’t worry about me sweetie, I never get sleep anyways” she smiled and snickered over the sink continuing to wash the dishes. “I’ve been noticing that you were feeling down so I wanted to surprise you with something nice this morning, you know, to kickstart your day a bit!””

He knew that was exactly what she was doing, and without a secondary motive to been seen from miles away. He knew by the way she prepared the meal. Rice slow cooked in the broth from the chicken in a boil with alot of nice chopped garlic with eggs salted perfectly finished with green onions. Everything he loved and nothing he didn’t. She didn’t even mention the lil sausages she prepared on the side to pair with the meal.

“You didn’t have to mom, I’m feeling alright. It’s just...you wouldn’t understand.”.....

….

Sol’s mom continued to stare at him as if she was waiting for something to emerge out of this awkward pause. Her kind eyes piercing through him as if they were daggers.

“...thank you mom”

“You’re welcome honey, and yes I wouldn’t understand what you’re going through, but I can still try to cheer you up” Her smile glowed even warmer as if otherworldly. “How’s school been for you hun?”

“Oh you know, math and books, and writing and pencils, oh and im drinking ALOT, like a WHOLE TON, and I’ve been partyiiiiing and oh yeah a whole bunch of drugs too”

“Ooooh no im sooooo scared, I would say that if I wasn’t happy that if this were true, you’d at least finally have friends to be doing the drinking and the drugging with”

“Well I have-”

“She doesn’t count” She said sternly, ending with a smile. Sol has had only one friend his entire life. Her name was Madison and they met at both of their lonely spots they would have throughout the school. At first they would just eat lunch silently distant from eachother, but one day when Sol noticed Madison didnt bring lunch, he offered part of his food because his mother would always overpack his lunches. And just like magic, a friendship was born.

“You have to get new friends, its not healthy to only have one friend, and you’re such a sweet person, I’m sure if you had the chance to talk to anyone they would become close to you immediately.”

“Oh sure here let me just get new friends, easy done, all I have to do is get over my crippling social anxiety and I’ll just BAM super popular kid COMING THROUGH” He said this a bit harsher than he intended mostly fueled by the anger he felt from feeling like such an inept person and as he looked over at his mom, he noticed her weakened disheveled look.

“I’m sorry mom, I promise I’ll try harder okay?”

“That’s my boy” She smiled and continued her work

Sol finished his and went over to put the food bowl away and help his mom.

“What are your plans today mom?”

“Oh the usual, clean, watch some TV, go on a walk, maybe spook a few neighbors along the way oooOOOoOOoooo”

Sol chuckled, “Don’t spook them too much, they’d want you to keep ‘haunting’ them instead of me” A big grin spread across his moms face and she just said

“You know I’d never leave you, you’re my precious child”

“I know mom, I know”

After they finished washing the dishes he went upstairs to pick up his backpack and the man was still there waiting patiently.

“Did you save me anything?”

“Fuck off”

“Woah woah woah language mister. I don’t know how you think you’ll help all these spirits pass peacefully with a mouth like that. Tut tut, did your mom teach you those words?” The man said.

“Yes actually she did” The boy continued the get together his things to get ready for school. “I don’t wanna hurt anyone.”

“Why do you insist on helping these people? They’ve never helped you”

“I’m not Helping anyone, it’s just easier not to deal with people’s sad emotions...and ghosts are annoying”

He finished packing up his bags and ran back downstairs.

“Goodbye mom ! Don’t spook the neighbors too much!” He said hurriedly running through the door.

“Sol you forgot this !” His mom runs out to the half indoor sol and hands him his lunch.

“Mom I’m an adult, you don’t have to pack me lunch all the time I can just buy it” He looked embarrassed at the school lunch with a big heart drawn on top of it.

“Once you have friends to get lunch with we can talk.” She said with another one of her smiles. She leaned over to give him a kiss on his forehead but as she went for the kiss,

She passed through him.

“Oh right, I forgot that I can’t do that anymore” She looked as if all her strength was sapped out of her, and joy leaked out of every crevasse in her body leaving just an empty husk.

“Yeah, if you keep doing that you’re gonna undo all the dak-juk did” sol said light heartedly to lift the mood. This did not work.

“Sorry” She looked sadder than ever, that bright beautiful smile was not replaced with a grey and muted one as if she was seeing her whole life work collapse infront of her. Seeing how upset she was, Sol kissed two of his fingers, and placed it on his forehead. This did seem to work and some of her glow was restored in her eyes.

“See you mom” He said with a grin, “Spook the fuck out of our neighbors for me”

“Language!”

#light novel #story time #writing #death #nothing gold can stay #original story

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welcometotheocverse · 3 years

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🌟 for Elliot pls?

:D aaaah! I’ve had him in the brain a lot lately okay sorry this got long And also im rewatching rn so its sorta season 1ish.

Elliot is Rory’s younger twin. He was given Christopher’s middle name. He’s mostly grateful it was the middle name.

He and Rory are super close. It was just the two of them ( and then Lane) The Twins That Read A Lot. Because they had each other they didn’t have much incentive to make friends outside of each other ( Elliot more than Rory) and extrapolating from the Pilot where Rory doesn’t seem like she has a lot of friends ( or any sans Lane) and is lowkey scoffed at for reading the assignment I’m gonna go with “other kids weren’t that keen on making friends with them either”

Rory’s the talkative one, he’s the quiet one. This is a bit of Rory also being protective of him/noticing when he looks overwhelmed and just...talking up a storm as is her wont and subtly getting attention away from Elliot. For a lot of the early season they’re not seen one without the other ( keeping in mind their arch is to learn it’s okay to have different dreams and even go different places )

Sorta shy and a bit more introverted than Rory. Once you become his friend however he pretty much would die for you and his face absolutely lights up when he sees you as opposed to his usual reserved nature and he talks to you albeit not as much as his twin ( unless hes super excited or talking about something he finds interesting then the resemblance kicks in lmao but thats the exception) its like a switch ( seen with Rory, Luke, and Lane in canon and Sophie/Paige in their xover)

Likes hanging out at Luke’s. They both sorta enjoy... being quiet around each other. Elliot thinks he has a really calming vibe …when Taylor’s not there.

Ms Kim doesn’t like him because he’s a boy so he’s not allowed at Lane’s like Rory is ( honestly the feeling’s mutual bc “I’m pretty sure locking you up for days and keeping you from school falls under child abuse also wtf” and lowkey the girls are like “lets just keep you not in the house” Lane might be closer to Rory but they still talk music together. She’s part of the reason his music taste actually started deviating from Lorelai’s and Rory’s.)

He doesn’t like unfair treatment of other people. It really gets to him. Examples are Ms. Kim to Lane and his grandparents and father to his mom. Later examples are Mitchum Huntzberger, and Marty. ( he’s pretty unimpressed with Marty and how his feelings for Rory make him act in general tbh but what he does with Lucy is just...it really bothers him he’s adamant that Rory should tell Lucy the truth.)

Highkey he has about zero patience for bad/toxic parents partly bc of his own feelings about Christopher and to an extent his grandparents that he keeps minimizing so they get projected on...everyone else with bad parents lol.

Logan’s still a bit amazed that this shy soft spoken kid he met in his junior year went off like “He’s not your fucking property” when Mitchum went on his “You’re available when i say you’re available” tirade ( Elliot was ngl intimidated/scared of Mitchum who pretty much went “Who the hell are you??!” but Logan’s his friend and that wasn’t okay and he kept eye contact with the asshole until Logan diverted his attention back to him/the fight they were having and made sure he at least told Logan afterwards because “but he shouldn’t..” and “he shouldn’t have” and “No! No..it’s not Okay. “)

But also like constantly “it’s not a big deal” when it comes to his aforementioned feelings about Christopher and pretty much anything he might be angry about.

Lowkey spends a lot of time Rory goes through relationship drama between “????” and “wowww dodged a bullet” Rory throws pillows at him for the latter because “If I’m gonna rant at you El, you could at least give me sympathy.”

He does have some insecurities about his orientation born out of just..f.eeling othered due to isolation and also some stuff he’s heard his dad say.

He figures out he’s asexual before he figures out he’s aromantic and has to deal with a lot of “Are you sure?” and “is that..is that normal?” from some townsfolks before he figures out Luke can scare them off and he lowkey spends a lot of time at the dinner during this time. Luke smiles at him and gives him muffins tho he’ll deny deny deny if you mention it.

A bit more sensitive than Rory like on the pilot episode when he notices Lorelai is worried about Chilton/having to ask her parents for money he stops at the base of the stairs and asks “is...everything okay mom?” and is kinda just in tune with how the people he cares about are feeling/picks up on things like that.

He...doesn’t super like his grandparents because of how they treat his mother. Emily already made him a bit anxious because of her passive aggressive nature ( he’s giving me some anxiety vibes tbh) and the fact that he thought the fact that his mom kept them away sorta ominous. A lot of season 1 is him looking down at his plate and tensing with every “your mother’s golf clubs are in the attic along with the rest of her potential” and Richard’s “he ( Christopher) always was a smart one that boy, you two must take after him” and “as a maid with all your brains and talents” and it sorta...yeah he spends a lot of time looking at his plate and swallowing resentment. There are times where it gets better but overall he’s never completely at ease around them. He’s very quiet but civil around them even as he grows some affection and builds bridges with them along Lorelai and Rory. And I haven’t even figured out the fallout with the thing they pull at the wedding.

Emily at least once asked off handedly why Elliot wasn’t seeing anyone and I’m still figuring out if she says something like “that’s not normal” before Lorelai or Rory intervene.

(( Full disclosure Emily reminds me a bit too much of my own relationship with my mom and its really hard to write her favorably though I at least try to be fair. So Elliot is sometimes a bit harsh on her and very in Lorelai’s corner when Emily and Richard are...less than nice. ))

Sort of a mamma’s boy. Rory and Lorelai have their special connection but so do Elliot and Lorelai. Rory was a bit more extroverted and would play/hang out with Lane while Elliot was perfectly content as a babie curling up with his mom and reading. It worried Lorelai a bit, how hard it was for him to reach out ( she never had that moment she had with Rory and Lane of “my kid has a friend” with him) but he always had Rory yknow so she calmed herself with that. Sometimes when Rory’s with Lane he’ll hang out at the Inn and work there. He somehow got in to Michel’s good graces ( “because you are quiet and unobtrusive” and got him to teach him French

Very tactile. When he’s getting nervous Rory will reach out and grab his hand or Lore will put her hands on his shoulder and he’ll calm down. He does the same when wanting to comfort friends or just wanting to show affection ( will lean on Finn and Colin a lot as he gets closer to them or accept that they’ll just throw an arm around him)

Meeting the LAD bridgade kids makes social events with his grandparents so much easier like ohmygod subparties with Logan Colin Finn and Rory become lifesavers. ( its not so much the drinking as having someone you can laugh with while dodging your grandparents friends and the girl they told to look for you yknow)

He has more resentment towards Christopher than his sister and doesn’t see him with the rose colored glasses Rory sees him in their younger years. His absence hurts him a lot. He hides it well and is nice enough towards him because he loves Lorelai and Rory and wants them to be happy/have a good time but if you catch him on a bad day you might get a rant about how little Christopher knows about them and how little he was there and “he just drops by, spends like a day with us and leaves yknow...it’s...and we’re supposed to be happy???” and the fact that he doesn’t wanna tell Rory or Lorelai bc he thinks it’ll upset them just sorta...makes it worse.

And then at some point Christopher pops off with “and how long are you gonna entertain this phase of his Lore, a boy his age should be dating” and while Rory’s making angry noises and Lorelai’s saying “Outside. Now” ( though they don’t know the twins are listening) he just gets...this thin unsurprised smile and...yeah it’s not great.

Very supportive of people he loves. He’s constantly telling Rory through the Chilton years that she’s smart enough, more than smart enough to get through this and helps her study. He makes sure he tells Lorelai he loves her or hugs her if he can tell the dinners are a bit hard on her. Honestly a total cream puff. The resentment for his grandparents and father is mostly buried and comes out like when he’s upset/they do something that provokes it. Mostly he’s a really soft boy and kinda soft spoken, loves reading about science and space ( he balances out Rory’s preference for literature and history though they both like poetry and Elliot occasionally reads prose as Rory lets him infodump sometimes about science journals) and loves his friends so so dearly. Will get angry a la Beware The Nice Ones if you hurt them though the first thing he’ll do is comfort them/try to cheer them up.

He loves Stars Hollow but being the only aroace person he knows of there ( and fielding well intentioned “are you sures?” and “oh honey you’ll find someone someday”s and just..alot of early 2000s Star Hollow-ness ( “Hey kiddo you gonna bid on a basket this year?” “oh you’re getting handsome, gonna find yourself a girl for the starlight festival?” “is he..youknow?” is just...a lot? He wants to spread his wings and find his place/people like him/feel less isolated.

He still loves his town though as its his home and raised him his sister and in a way his mother. He visits while he’s at Yale ( the distance helps tremendously as does the ability to just...leave again) like Rory and says hi to Miss Patty and Gypsy and Andrew ( he loves Andrew omg. One of the few people who didn’t just assume he and Rory were always reading the same books) He helps the 30-Something gang find jobs/fine tune resumes though im not including anything else form ayit and checks in how they’re doing bc..its still his town. They’re his family. “my nuts-o, extended...well meaning but sometimes overly invested and too-pushy-and-slightly-overbearing family.” even as he dreams of getting out a lot and once he does he...really likes it. He loves them

He goes to Yale because Rory goes to Yale (because again the whole Learning To Be Independent From Your Twin...kind of a slow process for him) and gets sibling-adopted by Finn and Colin in a turn of events he’s pretty much confused over like im p sure they were like “hes ours now” and Elliot was like “im ...you’re...w..what?” and Logan who Knows Finn and Colin is like “don’t fight it” and lowkey adopted him too.

Im cutting myself off bc this got Long and im sorry lol

Thank you so much for the ask <3

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deltarune-au-domain · 5 years

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I made some small references for all the current characters in Rulesrune! Yay! They took forever and probably around 20 to 30 minutes each.

The Contest

This is a personal contest I'm holding since I will be away at camp for a whole week and will literally have no contact with the outside world. None. So why not hold a contest?

What you'll be doing

Pretty much I want to see a swap AU of Rulesrune but find it to complicated myself. So I'm holding a contest to see who'll do it best.

Don't worry you will get something! There will be a prize for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners!

All you have to do is design what you think Rulesswap would look like! That's pretty much the minimum. You don't have to do all the characters but the more the better!

Prizes

1st place will get rights to the Ruleswap AU and two free drawing requests from me as well as a drawing of your version of the characters

2nd place will get two free drawing requests and a drawing of their version of the characters.

Lastly, 3rd place will get one free drawing request and a drawing of their version of the characters.

Starting to finish

The start is right now! And the finnish is the 3rd of August. To enter, just use #Rulesswap ! This content is also being held in both deltarune au aminos, deltarune amino, undertale and undertale au amino and lastly my DA.

Character information.

This is to help you a bit.

In this AU it is MANDATORY for a Darkner to wear gloves when in the presence of a Lightner because when a Lightner and a Darkner touch bad thing can happen. Usually, the Darkner absorbs the Lightner, merging the two and making it impossible to separate them without killing one or both. Once a Darkner has absorbed a Lightner (this is usually not by choice) they can absorb other Darkners as well except they have a say in the matter since they're now "evened out".

Lancer is a smol bean at first. Due to an unfortunate,unforgettable, and unforgivable incident with his father he has a clawed gash across his face. Due to this, he's now color blind. He tends to asks Ralsei and Rouxls Kaard if he'll ever see a rainbow again. Unfortunately, he probably wont. Now later on Lancer finds Susie injured and attempts to help her, not knowing the gloves rule. This, of course, results in them merging and he now sees Susie as his invisible friend. In battle he uses a boomerang and when knocked out an axe will spin above him. Thats just Susie being over protective.

Rouxls Kaard Was just as cheerful as all usual until the incident happened or what the dark world likes to call it "The fall of the spades". After Lancer had been injured, Rouxls took it appon himself to get even with the spade king and by even I mean strait up beat the guy to a bloody pulp and toss him off the side of the castle. Of course, this most definitely killed the king and the kingdom was not happy. Rouxls, knowing about the geat door, took Lancer and C.Round to the door to escape. The guards chased them and they barely made it in. From then on they lived with Ralsei. Things were fine at first until the merging happened. Lancer had gone off and Rouxls was worried where he had run off too. So he went to go look for Lancer, accidentally passing him and Susie. He then found Kris who was concerned or at least curious where their friend went. Rouxls, not able to turn down any child at this point, agreed to help Kris find their friend when they heard Lancer yell "Dad! I'm lost!" Rouxls, in a rush, grabbed Kris and ended up merging with them. Rouxls Kaard is now a very very silent person and seems to have some personal grudge against Ralsei now, as if he knows something that he didn't before. Rouxls with occasionally talk to his soul but its very rare for him to talk at all. Rouxls use to lance in his pare time so uh..thats kinda how he attacks I guess.

Ralsei is alot taller than usual. He's about 6 feet, maybe a little shorter. This makes him a bit intimidating but Lancer loves him as if he was his own dad. Ralsei is kinda quiet but will talk if someone talks to him first. He's pretty nice and tends to take care of things when Rouxls needs a break. After Rouxls and Lancer's merging with the Lightners him and Rouxls haven't gotten along. They tend to fight (usually not physically because Lancer would notice) fairly often and it causes alot of tension. Lancer thinks his dads get along great so they have to at least pretend to like each other when smol bean is around. Ralsei, though very polite, has someone wrong. Very wrong. Its hard to describe but lets just say hes not all that he seems. He's been caught by Rouxls trying to absorb C.Round and Lancer wich has increased the distrust. No one knows who Ralsei merged with but he hates talking about it and seems to have developed a fear of flowers. Mostly big ones. Ralsei, even though he has poor eyesight, thends to avoid wearing his glasses because when he dose he freaks out. Ralsei is fairly skilled in fire magic due to him practicing alot. He also has vines, though extremely rare. He usually avoids using them at all costs and when he dose its purely accidental.

Jevil oh Jevil. Just as crazy as ever, maybe even more. He's still imprisoned but this time he wants to make a deal with you. He wants your soul. Jevil says that he can literally give you the world if you give him your soul. He'll sing about it during his fight and increasingly get more frustrated when you refuse. This Jevil loves to sing so more often then not he'll sing what he has to say. At the end if his fight, no matter how you defeated him, he'll turn into a scythe. Usually Lancer and Rouxls Kaard leave since they find the dungeon creepy but Ralsei will stay behind and take Jevil for himself.

Seam is the courtyard magician to the new king. Who's the new King? you'll find out later. He's a fairly straightforward cat and prefers to keep his magic acts as a profession. He admits that he misses Jevil but is to scared to go and see him again. He's afraid Jevil will be mad for imprisoning him. This leads Seam to be a bit jumpy since he thinks Jevil might have it out for him.

RK's C.Round dosent have much to be said about them. They fallowed Rouxls Kaard and Lancer to the great door. They lived with them kinda like a pet, keeping Lancer company and out of trouble. They're a great guard dog.

Asgore? You may be a bit confused. Why is Asgore in all of this? He's not even in the picture! Well do I have a story for you. You see, in the light world AKA hometown Asriel has been deemed missing since he went off to collage. Its been 3 years longer than he said and everyone was worried. So when Asgore went missing things got hectic. Undyne started doing more patrols and a curfew was set. Now, where do you think the last place Asgore was seen at was? It was the school. Asgore was helping fix some things and went to put something in the closet when he somehow entered the Dark World. There are multiple entrances and he just so happened to appear by the castle. The other kings had yet to be freed and the kingdom was in disarray so Asgore, being the kind hearted soul he is decided that he would be the new king. It took some convincing and research (as much as there could be) but he finally did it and the people are fairly happy.

Dogtrio is a set of 3 C/K.Rounds that work together. C/K.Rounds are more powerful in numbers. The one with the heart on his crown is their leader. He usually commands and heals the other two during battle. Together, combined, they can summon D.O.G. The acronym is unknown.

Robbert, Bobbert, and Elli are best if friends and like to change anyone. More specifically, they want to take down RK for killing the spade king. Unfortunately, they're just 3 idiots in a trenchcoat. The only lethal one is Robbert but he's so busy trying to make sure his friends don't fall off a clif or miss fire their bubble rocket launcher that he can't actually kill you. Bobbert is bubbly and kind and honest doesn't know what he's doing. Elli is mute yet kind and heals the other two when they get hurt.

Susie was absorbed by Lancer and is now considered his guardian. She protects him when no one else is around and helps describe colors to him. She'd go ballistic if anything happened to him.

Kris is just...Kris? They don't have too much do them. They don't talk and kinda just float around RK, waiting for the chance to escape. But they can't. They never will. It's slowly making them violent. Watch out.

Clover is just normal clover. They still haven't found a boyfriend yet.

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarune au #delta rune #delta rune spoilers #undertale 2 #undertale?#rulesrune #undertale au #deltarune au's #Rulesswap

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minerva26love · 5 years

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Just Say His Name Part 1

So this happened to me now for a third time, you think i would have learned my lesson. I wrote a whole lot of this story and the draft didnt save so now i must write this all over again. I may make this 3 parts im not sure yet. If you enjoyed my story please like and reblog!!! This is based off of an old english myth!

Warning: Some language, Smut will be coming soon, some mention of Domestic Violence but very small. If alot of people like this story i will keep writing! I wanted to see how this one turned out.

The vibrations of the train were making my eyes close even more. It has been a long ride and i have almost made it to London. Its about a two and a half hour long train ride. It was just me and Rory my cat on this journey. I am coming from Paris, i went to school there and lived with my family. A couple of days ago my parents got an letter saying that they had an urgent meeting with some Aurors downtown. After said meeting they were told they needed to go on a trip with more Aurors out of the country. I was of course not able to attend. My mother was talking to my Aunt on the phone, my cousin Lilly attends Hogwarts. They were very excited and offered for me to stay with them while they were away. This is unfortunately a two year mission. Going in my bag i looked back at my ticket to remind myself where i am going so i dont miss my stop. Kings Cross Station Platform 9 and 3 Quarters. I sigh as i lean my head on the window.

“Kings Cross Station next! ETA 5 minutes.” The train conductor yells as he goes through the train cars. I take a glance at Rory who is sleeping next to me.

“Well Rory it looks like we arent in Paris anymore.” It is our third year LIlly and i, I am very excited about the next two years but also very excited. The train comes to a halt and the Whistle blows. I gather everything and Rory. The train conductor puts my luggage on my cart and tips his hat. He leaves me alone and surrounded by people. Lots of people hurrying to catch their trains, whistles blowing and lots of carts. Frantically,i start looking for Lilly or my Aunt.

“(Y,N)!” Sighing in relief i turn around to see my Aunt, Uncle and Lilly standing with a sign that says Welcome to London. I push my cart towards them and run to give them all a hug. “Its so nice to see you dear!” My Uncle takes my cart and they lead me to the car.

“Its so nice to see you all too!”We all get to the car and start driving to their house. “Thank you again for taking me in, mum and dad really appreciate it.”

“Of course! We are all very excited!”

“My friends are also very excited to meet you. They are the ones i take to you on the phone about,”

“Ah, yes Peter, Sirius, Remus and oh yeah how could i forget James.” Her parents laugh. Lilly blushes. The Car takes a turn on the next street. In the Yard you see 4 boys and a girl hanging out in the yard. I was assuming they were waiting for Lilly to get home. The car turned into long driveway and we all exited the car. A kind of tall boy with glass ran to Lilly and gave her a hug,

“Lilly pop how are you my darling?” Her face turns red with embarrassment.

“Ah, you must be James.” He smiles and shakes my hand. The rest of the group caught up with James, they all hugged Lilly.

“(Y/N), this is James, Peter, Sirius, Alice and Remus.” I wave

“Its so nice to meet all of you, Lilly has told me so much about you all. More about James than anyone.” James high fives Sirius meanwhile Lilly punches me on the arm. “Ow, asshole.” My Uncle gets my bags as we walk up the driveway. Her house was lovely, all brick house with a wrap around porch. Inside was just as grand as the outside. When walking inside there is a formal sitting area and formal dinning room. I followed everyone to the main living room area. It was a very large space and the kitchen was in it as well. “Lilly what is that amazing smell?”

“That my dear is my famous Chocolate Chip Cookies. Im reheating them for you all. Lilly why dont you go show (Y,N) her new room. The reset of you may go outside and play Quidditch-”

“Yes!” Sirius and James cheered.

“Without breaking anything please.” The group left to go to the backyard, Remus was the last to leave, he looked at me softly before heading out back. After he left i had the weirdest feeling i have never felt before. I barely knew this boy yet i longed for him to come back. I was drawn to him. I shook it off and headed upstairs to my new room. The room was nice, it had light blue walls, and a fluffy white rug in the middle of the room. I had a bed, desk, and bookshelf. I hugged Lilly. She was surprised at first then hugged me back. She understood that this was really hard for me not being with my parents. I was still waiting for an owl to come to let me know they made it ok. My cat Rory seemed to bed doing ok as well. Sleeping in a tall cat tree right by the window so he can watch the cars drive by. We went back downstairs and walked to the back porch. Lilly ran up to the group excited to play.

“Come on Remus how many times have you read that book?” Sirius yelled

“This happens to be my favorite book, and at least i can read better than you.” Remus smirked

“At least i can read better.” Sirius mocked.

I was never a fan of sports and i have never played Quidditch. I was standing near a table and chairs on the porch where Remus was sitting. I took a glance without him noticing at the book he was reading.

“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.-” i quoted

“ There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.” Remus finished the quote. “Thats right.” He smiles up at me. He gestures me to sit down. When i sit by him i feel heavy, Im so drawn to him. “Im assuming you read, and you have great taste in books.” I smile and push a piece of hair behind my ear but it falls again. This time Remus puts it behind my ear and it stays in place. All i think when i look at him is just how bad i want to jump him. “(Y/N)? You ok?” I zone back in.

“Yeah sorry, what were you saying.” He laughed and continued.

“Whats your favorite book.?” I bit my lip to think, I have never really had an absolute favorite.

“Well your holding one of them and Pride and Prejudice.”

“Thats not a bad book either. What else do you like to do for fun?” I bit my lip again, i have no idea who this boy is and yet im so nervous around him. “Did you notice that you bit your lip when you are thinking.” I blush in embarrassment. Before i was going to say something he interrupted. “I think its adorable.” Im sure my face was super red now.

“Hey (Y,N) Do you want to- why is your face so read?” Remus chuckles as he leans back and continues his book. I look towards him, he winks at me then continues to read.

“Its just hot out here. I am not a huge fan of sports but i will for sure watch,” Lilly shrugged and went to go play. The picked teams, they were now up in the air playing. Sirius had the ball the passed it to James. James threw it in the hoop but the ball landed near one of Lilly’s moms flower pots. The pot went into many different pieces. Everyone in the air and on ground were silent.

“Please Merlin she didnt hear.”

“James and Sirius!” My Aunt yells.

“We will go clean it up.” Everyone laughs,

“Is there a time when they dont break something?”

“Almost every time they break something dear, however this time it was just a flower pot and not our window.” My Aunt explained as she put the cookies on the table. “Last time they broke my window and James’s parents payed for a new one. Ive never seen James so terrified, Remus had the pleasure of watching that one unfold.” Remus chuckled and shook his head.

“What did Sirius’s parents say.” She paused as she placed a pitcher of Lemonade on the table. “Ok we dont talk about his parents, got it.”

“Mrs. Evans is not of fan of his parents. Sirius hasnt been back home since the summer going into his second year. James’s family took him in.” I looked over at Sirius with a sad look. He was pushing James to the ground laughing. He looked so happy though. Coming from a horrible household you think he would be an asshole. “I know what your thinking, he is upset about his family but at the same time he found a better family here. Hes a nice boy.” Remus looked back up at her. She got the hint, winked and went inside.

“That was an interesting look you gave her.” He smirked

“I just dont think hes your type.” I raised my eyebrow at him. This boy dont even know me. But whats weird is that hes right.

“Oh really well whats my type?”

“You date nice boys, well you started dating a type like Sirius but it didnt go well. Now you arent really looking right now nervous how the next boy will be.” He was right but it brought back memories i didnt need. I stood up, went inside and slammed the porch door. Aunt tried to stop me but i was already half way up the stairs. I think Remus means well but what he doesnt know is my last relationship ended with me in the hospital and being a werewolf for the rest of my life.

@thenaturaldisaster@th3maraud3rsmap @rougerazors @rainandhotchocolate

#remus x reader #werewolf #remus x reader smut #smut #marauders era

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ongfreestyle · 5 years

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Coffee and College

A Jaehyun college coffee bullet au that ZERO people asked for

So anyway, you're in your second year of college and you're in the groove of things (kinda) and all is well

You're on your way to your 9am French I class on the first day and you feel your phone vibrating

It's your bf and you smile thinking "aaww it's our 3yr anniversary n he's calling already to say good morning"

More like... goodbye

Yep. 8:45am he calls you to dump you in the driest most uncool way

"listen. I just ... I know this is random, but....I don't wanna do this anymore."

"oh. Uh. What? Sorry I didn't hear you?"

"I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore I want to break up with you. I'm sorry."

"oh. Ok. Fine. Sure. Umm...if you wanna talk about it later. Then...yeah..I have French class now bye."

End of call and start of class

Yep you're third row from the back and you plan to pay attention to the syllabus talk and following lesson but

You're definitely tearing up

Like literally WHO DOES THAT?? Just dumps you at 8am no explanation??

So anyways there are teardrops on your notes now and ink isn't tear proof so...rip

Anyways thirty minutes in and your head in kinda just down and you're kinda just crying quietly

And then this kid slides into the seat next to you

He's v late

And v cute even through the tears

And he's smiling really big even though the teacher just scolded him

He sets his coffee down and looks at you wiping snot and tears away and he hands you a napkin from his bag

You take it and mutter a "thanks"

And a moment later he slides his coffee to you too

"I didn't drink it yet"

"it's an espresso, extra caffeine"

"I made it myself"

And he's back to taking notes

And you're still kinda pouting, but it's been 45+ mins so you try to at least write down the homework assignment

And you decide to sip the stupid espresso it's actually pretty good

The next day you find yourself at the school cafeteria and guess who it is??

Espresso boy!!

And it turns out that he's even cuter in uniform!

You go to order some food and he greets you with a big smile

"feeling better today?"

"kinda"

"rough day yesterday, huh?"

"yeah. Can I have a breakfast burrito?"

"no coffee?"

"no, but thanks for the free coffee yesterday. It helped. I owe you one"

"no you don't, it's on the house. And so the one I'm about to make you next. It's today's special!"

Who are you to deny another free coffee? So you take his offer and a few minutes later you're at your table eating your breakfast and doing your French homework

And the special coffee is really good

Then one of your friends comes by and is giving you a weird look

"are you drinking the nasty coffee from the cafeteria??"

"yep. Its actually really good"

And your friend's like ??? "It's usually bitter and gross tho ?? Like 10 times outta 10"

And you shrug and get back to work and your friend grabs some food and starts doing their work too

The day goes on and finally you get some time to yourself to think about yesterday

Your ex hasn't called or texted. Nothing. And it just hits you like wow. I'm. Single.

Cool.

Except not cool because you got no closure or explanation and ouch.

So you hate it but just like yesterday, you're crying again. Just. Uglier crying.

And your roommate comes back and is like "awww sweetie, fuck him"

And she says if you wipe your face she'll take you out for ice cream

So fuck the snot and tears, you want some damn ice cream

And out you go!!

Free ice cream you two stop at a park on campus and there's a basket game going on

And your roommate is like SKSSKDJS "LOOK IT'S JOHNNY SKSJDJ"

English??

"that means holy shit it's the hottest tallest nicest guy in school and he's playing basketball look at his ARMS BITCH"

So guess who's watching a pickup game of bball while eating ice cream?

You two!

Oh and guess who else is playing and is red and sweaty and had a nice jump shot?

Coffee boy.

Yup and you might not be interested in the Score, but dammit the view was nice

The game ends and Johnny is the first to come over to the side lines n greet your roommate

She's batting her eyelashes and telling him he did amazing even tho they lost

And he's smiling and chugging water as he goes on talking and coffee boy and a few of his friends are on the sidelines now looking at you

Coffee Boy is the first to say hi and all you can do is say hi back

And thank him for the coffee again

He shrugs, "no problem. Coffee fixes almost everything in college"

Almost everything. And there's an awkward silence

"see you around." He says and he walks away

Like that you never find out his name and life moves on

French class is going well and you sit in the front now and coffee boy is always late and sits in the back

You really don't do anything except exchange glances

Then midterms are coming up and you are a bit panicked bc u definitely neglected French studies

So like any good college student you cram like hell

In the library at midnight you're trying to learn vocabulary, conjugations, grammar points

You look insane by 1am bit you can't stop then you hear someone coming I'm the library

It's (literally if you can guess by now) coffee boy

And he's got 4 coffee cups in a holder with him and a huge backpack

He spots you and waves

"mind if I sit with you?"

"mind if I claim two of the coffees?"

"there all yours" and he sits next to you and slides the holder to you just like when you first met

"I made them myself"

"so you make these awesome brews?"

"yeah the schools coffee recipe is shitty."

"well maybe you should major in business and open a coffee shop. They're really good."

"maybe I will"

And you two study quietly and you peek over to see him going over French vocab

"let's quiz each other?"

"sure"

And it's 2am and you guys realize you're both fukced

Like. No vocab is sticking and the coffee had you two literally SHAKING

And by 3am you guys are just cracking up

"I never learned your name coffee boy"

"Jaehyun. Jung Jaehyun."

"well. Good luck with the test tomorrow because I. Give. Up."

And you get up to leave and he offers to walk you home and you accept for safety reasons

"I'm glad to see you so happy. You're pretty like that."

"I'm an ugly crier, huh"

"kinda."

"okay, not the gentleman answer, but I admire your honesty"

"thanks. I hope you have a good night"

Yeah the walk back was not long at all. Too bad because you really were enjoying your time

But 9am French !!!

Midterms are over after a week and it's back to the daily grind

But days are way better when you have French now bc Jaehyun sits next to you (when he's on time and the seats open) and you guys joke around alot during speaking practice

He's brings you a new coffee everyday and asks you how it tastes and what he should add or take away

And you kinda hang out at the cafeteria now so you can talk to him while he's working

Ooppsss you have developed a small™ crush on Jaehyun and it's not going away anytime soon

You even open up to him about why you crying the day you met (tho u vowed to NVR speak of it again)

Yeah now the crush is nvr dying :)))

Bc your friends notice that you always go watch him play b-ball even tho it's not a REAL game

And he always has a coffee for you

And you two are always studying French

But like...you guys are making questionable grades...so...what's up??

NOTHING

French I finals are coming and you and Jaehyun are at your usual spot in the library, except this time YOU bought HIM coffee

"what brand ?"

"gross school brand that you didn't make, but is LOADED with caffeine"

"gross. Hand me one"

"cheers!"

And it's study time

But he's not focused

Like he never is and neither are you, but it's really off now

"is it that bad?"

"the coffee? Yeah. And my French grade? It's even worse. I won't make French 2."

And you're like WTF WTF NO FRENCH 2 WITH JAEHYUN YOUR CRUSH WHO LITERALLY GOT YOU THRU THIS SEMESTER ????

"Jaehyun. We are going to fix your grade with this final. I SWEAR."

You're like REAL STUDY MODE: ON

And he has this small smile on his face.

Sly....

"what?"

"you WANT me in your French 2 class don't you?"

"uuhhh-duhh free coffee to keep me up during le snooze fest"

"you know it's not free. It comes outta my pay check"

"okay, then I owe it to you to get you to pass this class and get to French 2"

"I guess."

Yeah. You're DRILLING info into ur heads ,,,, but Jaehyun is like ____ blank.

So you kinda snap

"yo do u wanna fail??? At least TRY!"

"I can't focus. I'm confused about something."

"past tense conjugations?"

"you."

Pause.

"I can't tell if you're over your ex. You took it hard and I'm trying to wait, but..."

???????????

"my ex? My ex is my ex...I'm over that"

"you never really brought it up much. I wouldn't know."

"Past tense."

"and also. The coffee."

"your coffee is good! I'm serious, Jaehyun!"

"yeah, but do like me...? Or my coffee?"

"both?"

Jaehyun is not making this easy for you okay

"I mean, if I didn't bring you coffee, would you still hang with me? Teach me French n stuff?"

"of course."

"so you...........like......me?"

HELL YES, but you settle for a simple yep

Then he just looks at you seriously

"you LIKE me LIKE me..like....LIKE LIKE?"

"uuhh...if I understood all of the likes right, then....yeah. I do like you."

OH AND THAT DOES IT

He is so reeeeeedddd

Like this boy GONE

You. His crush. Likes. Him. Wtf

Yeah he cannot quit grinning

And when you move on from the topic he can't focus on a single word you're saying

Finals day comes and you feel okay about your score and Jaehyun said he wants to leave it in the past

And you two go hang out at the cafeteria

And he's looking at you across the table

Randomly he just smiles at you

"I..wanna be your boyfriend...."

bc y'all nvr because s/o's officially soooo

Your heart rate

Lemme draw it

/\/\/\/\_______💀

Wow

He said it so cutely

Damn that's crazy bc you would love if he was your bf

And when you say that!!

Reference to drawing

After becoming official you two are like the cutest couple ever

And you go to French 2 and he's back in French 1

He got a 58 on the final :/

But OH WELL you're his tutor now

And you guys actually study

And he doesn't feel like he has to bribe you with coffee to make you like him

So with some hard work you both kick your caffeine addictions

And you guys spend the days making stupid jokes and playing basketball together

Cramming for French while high on 4 coffees each

(old habits die hard)

And you two tease each other so much

It's a miracle you get any work done really

Jaehyun passes his French 1 class with an A+ and he literally runs to your dorm to tell you

You crash into each other

He holds you to steady you

And hes like "babe I passed"

"that's great!"

"it's all thanks to you I could kiss you, but I have coffee breath and-"

"that's nothing new"

Okay and cue the totally cheesy kiss

Where Jaehyun's like "you're right, but our first kiss should be special"

Valentine Boy is a ROMANTIC okay

But it doesn't matter

You can't resist leaning in

And he lets out a fake groan like he hasn't been dying to kiss you since he first saw u snotting all over your notes

Yep he liked you then.

And the lean in was so slow, but when your lips met it was worth it

And the coffee taste.... wasn't so bad anyway

#nct #jaehyun #jaehyun scenario #nct scenario #its 3am #wowo #no proof resd #yikes

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Chapter 4

When we arrive, it's not a surprise party. We see most of our family here, dad had told us our family had died in a fire due to wolf hunters, he and Peter had survived it. "There you two are!" Dad says as he approaches us. Dad looks and notices I am wearing mom's dress. "I thought I said not to touch mom's stuff. " He says annoyed. "I'm sorry I had nothing else I promise this is the only thing I touched." I say raising my hands. Dad let's it slide and we head inside. The church is amazing, very big and beautiful, I cant believe Peter could afford it. "So these are the next generation of Hales." Says Peter who we are meeting for the first time. "This is Brendan and Katherine. " Dad introduces us. "It's like looking in a mirror, seeing a young Derek and Annie." Peter says eyeing me and Brendan. Dad smiles but then returns back to his normal facial expression when he hears my mom's name. We both smile and take our seats. A few hours later the wedding is over and were at the after party. I sit at a table and watch everyone dance. I look at the moon and my stomach turns. "Care if I sit here?" I hear a familiar voice say. I look up and it's Tommy. "What are you doing here? You being a wedding crasher?" I jokingly say. "Actually, my mum is a family friend of the bride." Tommy says taking a seat. "Oh.. that's cool, my dad's uncle is the one who married the bride." I say. Tommy just stares at me. "What?" I catch him staring. "Nothing.. um.. it's just you look so different, you look um... beautiful, I wouldn't mistaken you as someone who goes hard core on a lacrosse field which by the way if I may add was pretty badass." Tommy says. I blush. "Well thank you... I dont know how I pulled that off, I've practiced alot with my godfather so it must've been from that. " I chuckle. A new song begins to play on the dance floor and everybody gets up. "You wouldn't mind if i asked you to dance?" Tommy asks. "I want to but... I dont know how." I admit. "Oh come on its easy I'll show ya!" Tommy yells getting up from his chair and taking my hand. We both enter the dancefloor and a cheerful song plays. Tommy starts dancing but I stand there awkwardly. I try to copy Tommy's dance moves but fail badly. He stares at me trying not to laugh. I put both of my hands on my face. "I told you I was bad!" I say. "It's okay, you're great, here just follow my lead." Tommy commands as he puts one hand on my waist and the other in my hand. He leads the way and I follow him. We dance away to the music and enjoy ourselves. Tommy leans his head in so that our noses are touching as we sway away. Brendan's point of view After the wedding I head to the buffet, the munchies are kicking in. I stuff my face with everything they got. "You mind not eating like pig here." Dad confronts me. "Sorry just so hungry.. hey I gotta tell you something. " I say with a mouth full of food. "Is it about Katherine?" Dad asks. I stop chewing and nod my head. "I think she's going through the change, she all of sudden gets super strength and can flip over people. You just dont learn that in a day!" I finally speak. "Well it's suppose to be a full moon tonight and who knows what could go down. Since it's her birthday she's going to change and become a different woman." I cut him off. "Yeah a very hangry, monstrous woman. " I add. Dad just looks at me. "Anyways, I'm afraid something like this would happen, I just somehow knew she was going to gain my abilities. I want you to keep an eye on her and if you see Katherine start acting suspicious or not acting right, you get her out of here." Dad says. "You got it." I respond. "Also I may have found a lead on you're mother." Dad adds. I freeze. "Wha... what do you mean?" I ask. "The night of you're mother's disappearance, the trails where she was last seen, I rechecked it and I found foot prints, but it was paw prints. Meaning another wolf pack either killed her or might still have her." Dad says. "How could there still be footprints when it's been 11 years since she was taken?" I ask. "I dont know, that's what I'm still trying to figure out. Just keep an eye on you're sister." Dad says and walks off. I never like to admit my feelings but I do miss mom alot, but if there was another wolf pack here she should be dead by now. I dont want to give up dad's dreams on finding her one day but I know he'll just find her bones. Gosh I gotta stop thinking those thoughts I need a drink. I grab a bottle of wine and drink away. I see Katherine on the dance floor with some guy, she seems to be alright. I then notice some fine ass ladies walking by and they smile at me. I smile back. I look back over where Katherine is and notice she's gone. "Shit." I say outloud and begin to search for her. Katherine's point of view After our dance Tommy and I decide to take a walk. We walk all the way down to a field. We both sit down and look up at the sky. "So do you plan to stay in Beacon hills for awhile?" I ask. "Yeah, I think so. My mum wanted a fresh start, so did I. I want to have a life changing adventure. Something new and exciting in my life." Tommy responds. "Well I kind of gave you an example of it." I say as we both begin to chuckle. "You're amazing you know that? I know we just met but something about you, I dont know what it is but it attracts me more to you." Tommy admits. I stay silent but I blush. Tommy and I stare into each others eyes. I finally break the silence. "What about Danna? I saw how she was all over you." I say. "She's not my type plus she's just too over dramatic." Tommy says. I laugh. "That I can agree with you." I say. We both stare at each other again. Tommy starts to leaning in closer, I do as well until the pain in my stomach returns. I look up at the moon, it shines on me. The shine heats my skin off and just looking at it made the pain in my stomach grow even more. I put my hands on my stomach and I groan. "Whoa are you okay?" Tommy asks. "Uhh... I dont know..I.." I try to say, parts of my body begin to hurt, it was like someone hit me with a train. I look at my hands and I begin to see claws growing out of my fingernails. I panic and decide to run for the woods. "Katherine!" Tommy calls after me but it's too late I'm half way in the woods. To be continued

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