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junghelioseok · 3 years

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heart-on.

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ smut | strangers to lovers!au ◇ 10.1k [1/1]

❛❛ my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick ❜❜

notes: welcome to the first installment of the serendipity series! we’re starting with hoseok, because, well, have you met me? 🤣 be warned, however, that this isn’t anywhere near as edited as i’d like so i’ll probably give it another read/edit tomorrow but for now!!! here it is!!!

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warnings: dirty talk bc hoseok’s got a bit of a mouth on him, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), sexting. dick pics, obvi. brief mention of a dead pet goldfish :(

You’re refilling your mug when you hear it. Voices filter out from the kitchen, floating past the coffee station where you’re pouring yourself another drink and hanging in the open air of the hallway that leads back to the rest of the office. They’re familiar voices, too—voices that belong to the resident gossips of your workplace. Lottie’s pitchy, nasal tone melds with Hyejin’s higher one, their conversation interrupted every so often by an exaggerated exclamation or gasp from Sandra, the third and final member of their trio.

“Haven’t you heard? Carolyn’s divorce was finalized over the weekend, the poor thing.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine how she’s feeling. I mean, getting back into dating at her age? Goodness!”

“And now she’ll be all alone at the holiday party, too. How sad is that?”

“It’s tragic. Poor thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab a packet of sugar and tear it open, upending it over your mug and watching the crystalline granules fall into the dark liquid within. You know for a fact that Sandra and her husband can’t even stand to be in the same room for an extended period of time, considering how they’d spent most of last year’s holiday party talking to entirely different groups of people. You’d sat two tables away from them during dinner, and they hadn’t even made eye contact once. And as for Lottie and Hyejin, well, you’re certain that their relationships aren’t much better. All three of them are miserable people as far as you’re concerned, and you make a mental note to check in on Carolyn—a sweet woman in her thirties who always keeps chocolate bars in her purse—on your way back to your desk.

“Sheesh. Vultures, the lot of them. Don’t you think?”

You whirl at the sound of your manager’s voice. Kyunghee Jung is a dark-haired woman in her late fifties, and she laughs when she sees your startled expression, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Easy! You’ll spill your coffee if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll probably have a heart attack first,” you reply, pressing a hand to your chest. “What was your job before this? Some kind of intelligence operative? Are you a super spy?”

Kyunghee laughs again and joins you at the counter. “Nothing even remotely as exciting as that,” she answers, plopping her mug down beside yours. It’s decorated with what looks like every color of the rainbow, a massive smiling sunflower taking up the majority of the surface, and the only remnant of the ceramic’s original color is on the very edge of the handle where there’s a lopsided little patch of white. The piece is clearly handmade, and a stark contrast to the simple mint green cup that houses your coffee. Looking at it, it’s impossible not to smile.

“I love that,” you remark, inclining your head at her mug. “Was it a present from one of your kids?”

“Hoseok,” she confirms, running a fingertip along the imperfect handle fondly. “I’ve told you about him before—he’s right around your age.”

You chuckle. “Right, I remember. That’s why he’s the perfect match for me, right?”

“Come now, there’s more to it than that,” Kyunghee defends, waving a hand. “But yes, to answer your question. He gave it to me as a birthday present when he was eight.”

“Well, you never told me he was an artist,” you tease. “Does he have an Etsy? Can I buy one of these off him? Does he do custom orders, maybe?”

Normally, your manager is more than happy to play along with your jokes, but today Kyunghee fixes you with an uncharacteristically serious look. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” she asks. “He’s coming to the holiday party, after all. I figured you could finally meet.”

You blink. Kyunghee has been making offhand remarks about how well you would get on with her son, Hoseok, for over a year now, but you’ve never even come close to broaching the topic of meeting him. You don’t even know anything about the man beyond the fact that his name is Hoseok and that he works somewhere downtown. He also favors tall socks and yellow suspenders if the framed photograph on Kyunghee’s desk is any indication—or at least, he certainly did when he was still in diapers. Whether he still does, is anyone’s guess.

“Wow, I had no idea he was even interested in coming,” you manage when you’ve recovered from your surprise. “Did you bribe him?”

If Kyunghee notices that your voice is a few pitches higher than usual, she doesn’t remark on it. “Oh, you know. I just told him that this would be his last chance to score free booze on the company’s dime.” She laughs. “Three more months and it’s going to be all beaches and sunshine for me. I might even become a cruise person in my retirement.”

You gasp and slap a hand to your heart. “Kyunghee! Think of the environmental impact!”

“I said I might!” she retorts immediately. “Sheesh. Even in my old age, it’s hard to conveniently forget how shitty and unsustainable those damn boats are.”

You pick up your mug and raise it in a salute. “Well, the oceans thank you.”

“My husband doesn’t,” she answers with a sigh. “He’s been dying to book one of those trips that stop all along the Mediterrannean coastline, and I can’t exactly blame him.”

“That is tempting,” you admit. “You’ll have to send photos, if you do end up going.”

“You’ll be sick of me and my photos before the first day is even up,” she promises. Then she pauses, her eyes darting toward the kitchen where silence has fallen in the last few minutes. “Speaking of being sick—you think the vultures are still hovering around in there? I haven’t had lunch yet, and I need the microwave.”

Obligingly, you edge a little closer to the kitchen doorway and poke your head around the frame, scanning for Lottie and her sidekicks. “Coast is clear. Enjoy your lunch, Kyunghee.”

She nods and raises her mug at you, returning your salute. “I always do.”

///

As soon as the work day ends, you fall into your usual routine. Your commute home is easily walkable on nicer days, and though the winter weather is brisker than you’d like, you decide to walk for the sake of stopping at the convenience store on the corner of the block.

Once you arrive back at your apartment, you change into your comfiest sweats and a loose tee. You turn on some music while you throw together some dinner, and settle onto the couch half an hour later with a full plate and Netflix. Television is a welcome distraction from the events of the workday, and you manage to get through three full episodes of your current show before your pesky brain decides to revisit the events of today, replaying the conversations that you’d both had and overheard.

There’s no denying that you’ve been single for quite some time now, and for the most part, it’s been by choice. Ever since graduating from university, you’ve chosen to focus more on your career, and it’s paid off both in terms of the important position you hold in your company and your above average salary. And yet, you can’t help but think back to the gossip you’d overheard earlier—about the supposed tragedy of being single and attending the upcoming holiday party alone. Your mind wanders to Kyunghee’s son, Hoseok, and how he’ll be in attendance this year. You wonder what he’s like, and whether he really is perfect for you, as Kyunghee seems to be so fond of mentioning.

And then your mind goes to Jay.

You met Jay two months ago, on a well-deserved night out after a hellish workweek. The bar was crowded, and the music coming from the neon dancefloor in the back was just loud enough to drown out your inhibitions. That, combined with the alcohol swimming through your system, made you bold. You sashayed your way across the dancefloor, dodging inebriated bodies and swaying limbs as you fixed your attention on the head of pale lavender hair and deliciously broad shoulders that awaits you just behind the bar counter. The bartender is nothing short of gorgeous, and you’ve thrown all caution to the wind. Sure, several other women are eyeing him like he’s their next meal—several men are, too—but you need another drink. And while he prepares it, you plan to flirt.

A lot.

The bar counter is sticky with spilled liquor, but you don’t pay that any mind as you lean across it, the wood digging into the narrow strip of exposed skin left by your cropped top. “Hi!” you call, and the bartender looks up from where he’s just finished pouring a round of shots for a group of raucous young men.

“Hi yourself,” he says, his pillowy lips stretching into an easy smile. “What can I get you?”

You pretend not to notice the way his eyes flicker down to the dip of your cleavage and instead put on the sultriest smile you are capable of mustering. “Vodka soda,” you tell him, injecting a bit of purr into your voice. “A bit of lemon too, if you have it.”

“Trust me, I have it,” he assures, his smile growing as he reaches for a clean glass and a clear bottle. “Name’s Jin, by the way. I’m here all night, if you need anything e—”

A loud clatter and the sound of breaking glass interrupts the rest of his sentence, and all eyes at the bar go to the source of the disturbance. Conversations stutter to a halt, and even the thumping bass of the music seems to dull. Jin darts to the other end of the bar, where you can see that one of several barstools has fallen to the ground. There’s a man on the ground as well, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled dark liquor, and your eyes widen when you realize that you know him.

And arguably, a little too well.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. People are starting to lose interest in the spectacle, turning back to their own conversations and continuing on as if nothing had happened at all. The man is beginning to clamber to his feet, and a few people lend a helping hand as Jin begins barking out orders for everyone to step back so he can sweep up the broken glass. You seize upon the opportunity, latching on to the nearest arm and pulling them close so you can hide behind them. Vaguely, you’re aware of them sputtering in surprise, but you only have eyes for the man who had fallen off his stool, watching him carefully as he brushes himself off and tries to play it cool despite the sizable patch of whiskey soaking his white shirt.

“Hey, uh…” Your human shield is speaking. “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty tight.”

That draws you out of your daze. Abashed, you loosen your grip on his arm and look up into his face, your throat going dry when you realize how handsome he is. His black hair is parted over his forehead, a stray strand falling into warm brown eyes set above a straight nose and an inviting mouth. There’s a freckle above his top lip, just shy of the center, and your inebriated brain wonders just what it would be like to kiss it.

“I, um—” You clear your throat and try again. “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want him to see me.”

Your newfound companion raises an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder at the drunk man, who is now being ushered out of the bar by his buddies. “You know that guy?”

You nod, cringing. “Yeah, his name’s Trent. I… may or may not have dated him for a few months last year.”

The man laughs out loud. “You dated a Trent?”

“What, like you’ve never made a questionable life choice?” you challenge. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge someone based on the sins of their parents. It’s not his fault they gave him a terrible name.”

“Sure, but it is on him for going along with it,” he replies with a shrug. “I would’ve changed my name as soon as I could if my parents had named me Trent. But hey, that’s just one man’s opinion.”

You laugh. “Okay then, Not-Trent.” Relinquishing your grip on his arm, you let your fingers graze his hand before pulling away entirely. “What do you say we continue this conversation over a drink?”

The man, whose name is decidedly not Trent, catches your fingers in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. “Happily.”

One drink turns into two, and then three. By the end of the hour, you are feeling pleasantly warm, the alcohol spreading through your veins like molasses and turning your surroundings into a hazy blur. The music has grown even louder, pounding against your eardrums, and you grab onto Not-Trent’s wrist as he sets his now-empty glass back down onto the counter.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, raising your voice to be heard over the thumping bassline. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“The parking lot’s out back,” he suggests. “Why don’t we get some air?”

You nod and stand up on wobbly legs, cursing your decision to wear heels when you stumble into your companion. He steadies you with a gentle but firm hand, and you don’t miss the way his touch lingers on your lower back, his palm warm through the material of your blouse.

Together, the two of you pick your way through the throng of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. The bassline thuds in your ears, dark and hypnotic, and you can feel the reverberations thrumming across the slats of your ribs and echoing in the cavern of your chest like a second heartbeat.

It’s almost a relief, then, when you step out into the cool night air. Your ears continue to ring for a few seconds, but it soon fades and leaves behind only the muted hum of traffic from the street and the faint sound of music from inside. At your side, Not-Trent releases a long breath and leans against the brick wall of the building, and you turn to take in the steep slopes of his side profile as he tilts his head up toward the velvety night sky.

He’s handsome. Dressed in ripped jeans and black leather, he’s a sight to behold, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been craving a bit of intimacy for quite some time now. The alcohol swimming through your system makes you bolder than you normally would be, and you reach out to lay a hand on his arm. He turns toward you with a silent question glimmering in his irises, but you simply step closer, until you’re pinning him against the wall with your body and you’re breathing the same air.

“Hey,” you say, your voice an airy whisper. His eyes are near obsidian in the dimness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the orange glow of the streetlamps on either end, and your gaze flickers down to his mouth before roving to the freckle that sits upon his top lip. “Kiss me?”

Your companion’s eyes widen. His lips part, but no words come out, and you’re about to repeat your question when he finally finds his voice again.

“That’s really… that’s not a good idea.” Awkwardly, he clears his throat, but the hoarseness of his voice and the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple give away his true desires. “Look, you’ve been drinking. We both have, and—”

You cut him off, pushing up to your tiptoes and planting a messy kiss to the soft dip just beneath his bottom lip. “Don’t care,” you mumble against his skin. “I want you.”

Your companion laughs weakly. His hands find their way to your waist and pause there, as if he can’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer. “You don’t even know me,” he murmurs.

“I don’t have to know you,” you reply. Your fingers drag down his chest, trailing along the delicate silver necklace that rests against the black of his shirt. From the chain hangs a round pendant, the surface engraved with the letter J. Slowly, you trace it with a fingertip, the metal shining even in the dim light, and satisfaction blooms in your heart when your companion’s throat bobs again. “I want you,” you breathe, soft but insistent. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I—�� He clears his throat and tries again, and you wonder if he realizes that his hands have slid down to your hips, or that there’s a growing hardness against your lower stomach that’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore. “Look, I’m flattered—really, I am. And you’re… I mean, fuck, you’re gorgeous. But I don’t think we should do anything when you’re clearly not in the right frame of mind to be making this kind of decision, and—”

“And, nothing.” You wind your arms around his neck, pressing close and grinding subtly against the bulge in his pants. You smirk when he releases a low hiss from between his teeth, and hide it by laying a trail of kisses along the stretch of bare skin exposed by the dip of his collar. “Stop being such a gentleman,” you whisper. Your fingers trail down his chest, past the silver of his pendant and down to the faded denim of his jeans, teasing at the cool metal of his belt buckle. “I want this. But if you’re not interested, I can always go back in there and—”

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat. Your companion has tugged you flush against him in one smooth motion, and your gasp is cut off by the firm press of his mouth against yours. Immediately, you melt into the kiss, and a moan tears from your lips when he spins you around and pins you against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re a spoiled little thing, huh?” His breath fans hot against your cheeks, and you shiver when you meet his eyes and see the dark promise reflected there. “Used to getting what you want, huh, princess?”

Your breath hitches at the endearment—something your companion doesn’t miss. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles hoarsely, and when he speaks again it’s in a rasp that sends heat straight to your core. “What else do you like, hmm? You want me to be rough with you, princess? Or should I be gentle and treat you like a queen?”

You reach up, raking your fingers through his hair and skimming across the soft strands of his undercut before finding purchase at his nape. “You talk too much,” you whisper.

And then you’re crushing your mouth back against his, whining when he immediately takes back control of the kiss. His grip slides downward, his fingertips digging into the skin just above the curve of your ass, and you squeak when he grabs the back of your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist.

“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, nipping at the delicate shell and chortling when you keen. Your skirt has ridden up dangerously high on your spread thighs, and you let out a soft whimper when he grinds harshly against your center. The lace of your panties and the denim of his jeans are the last barricades between you, and you wonder, vaguely, whether your companion has a bit of an exhibitionist streak when he slides one of your sleeves down your shoulder and begins kissing a trail down to the swell of your cleavage. “You feel how hard you’ve gotten me?”

You lean down, kissing the soft spot where his jaw meets his ear before letting your teeth graze against his skin. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

He hisses out a sharp breath, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh? I can’t wait to make you eat your words.”

Any retort you may have had is interrupted by a sudden swell of music and the sound of a slamming door. Whirling to face the source of the noise, you immediately spot a familiar head of lavender hair atop broad shoulders encapsulated in the black uniform of the bar. Jin hasn’t noticed the two of you yet, his attention fixated on his cell phone screen, but he looks up when you let out a little squeak of surprise and shove your companion’s chest in an attempt to create some distance between you.

“Hey.” Jin raises a hand in greeting, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “This phone call shouldn’t be too long, so please. Don’t stop the party on my behalf.”

Heat floods to your cheeks. There isn’t much use protesting against his insinuation, considering the rather compromising position you’re in. Much to your relief, though, your companion simply huffs out a chuckle and waves Jin off. “Thanks, man, but we’ll get out of your hair.” Lowering his voice, he turns back to you. “Coming, princess?”

You nod. He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, adjusting your skirt so that it drapes properly over your hips and thighs again.

“Have a good night!” Jin calls after you, amusement lacing every word. You can’t work up the nerve to respond, and luckily, you don’t have to. Your companion leads you around the corner of the building, where several rows of cars are parked beneath an orange streetlamp. On this side, the exterior brick wall is painted with a mural, and you admire the colorful galaxies and nebulae swirling amidst silvery white stars and the word serendipity spray-painted in pale blue.

The last car in the row is parked just beneath the letter Y, and it’s here that your companion stops. The sleek black vehicle has an almost vintage feel to it, and you glance up when you hear the jingle of metal.

“I’m guessing this is yours?”

He nods, pulling a set of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and inserting one into the lock. “Yeah. You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, tracing the edge of the passenger window “Makes my car look like a total piece of shit by comparison.”

Your companion chuckles, pulling open the driver’s side door, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window as he presses a button to unlock the rest of the doors. Your hair’s a bit of a mess and your mascara has smudged beneath your right eye, and you hurriedly swipe at it as your companion turns his attention back to you.

“So,” he says. “Now what? I can give you a ride home, if you want.”

Deliberately, you let your gaze drop down to his crotch, where his bulge—albeit waning—is still visible. “Seriously? I thought you were going to… what was it again? Make me eat my words?”

And just like that, it’s as if a switch has flipped. His eyes darken to obsidian, his lips settling into a stern line, and you barely have time to draw in a breath before he’s caging you against the side of his car and molding his mouth to yours. Your lips part beneath the onslaught, and he wastes no time in dipping inside to explore, licking into you until you’re both breathless.

“Inside,” he breathes once you’ve broken apart, and you instantly obey. You wrench the door open and all but tumble into the backseat, and he isn’t far behind as he slots himself between your spread thighs. Your hands fly to his shoulders where you help him shuck off his leather jacket, tossing it carelessly to the front where it lands in a heap on the dashboard before focusing your attention on the hem of his black t-shirt. Your companion obliges you as you push it upward to expose his toned abdomen, grabbing it by the collar and pulling it off the rest of the way when your reach falls a little short in the cramped interior of the backseat.

“Your turn,” he whispers when you try to reach for his belt, his hands settling around your wrists. “It’s only fair, princess.”

Pouting, you let your hands fall limp in his grasp, and he chuckles as he leans down to pacify you with a kiss. Deft fingers find the hem of your blouse, pushing it up until you can twist out of the material. You throw it aside with no regard for where it lands on the ground, and lay back as your companion drinks you in, his dark gaze raking across the lacy black lingerie that decorates your curves and skims you like a second skin. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with a combination of amazement and disbelief. “You’re stunning.”

You smile, trailing a fingertip from the dip of his collarbone down to the silver necklace that sits prettily against his bare chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you tell him, tracing the letter engraved into his pendant. “Jay.”

Your companion—newly dubbed Jay—smiles back. “You’re something else, princess,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss you again. He explores your mouth thoroughly—languidly—before moving down to nip at your neck, and already, you can feel the beginnings of marks beginning to form, blossoming across your skin as irrefutable proof of your tryst.

It isn’t long before Jay frees you from your bra, watching with carnal fascination as your breasts spill out of the lacy material. You whine when he reaches out to cup one, his palm hot against your bare skin, and he smirks crookedly when a pinch to your nipple makes your back arch off the leather of the seat. “So pretty,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock.”

“Stop waiting, then,” you tell him, trying again for his belt buckle. This time, he lets you fumble it open, leaning back to watch you work with hooded eyes and a lazy little smile. Emboldened, you push aside the denim of his jeans and free his cock from the confines of his underwear. He’s hard and hot and heavy in your palm, and your tongue darts out instinctively at the sight of the pearlescent precum beading the tip.

“Jay,” you murmur, thumbing across the head of his erection and smirking when he hisses in pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Jay seems to consider your demand, mischief flitting across his features before he manages to school his expression into something more neutral. “Where are your manners, princess?” he asks, pushing your hand away and giving himself a few long, slow strokes. “Say please, if you want it so bad.”

For a moment, you consider refusing. Jay seems to be the type of man who enjoys a good game, but between the state of his cock and the earlier interruption, you’re pretty sure he’s nearing his limit. And even if he isn’t, you are. And so, you shelve your pride for the time being, and trail a hand down the length of your bared body as you bat your lashes up at him. “Fuck me, Jay,” you repeat. “Please. Want your cock so bad.”

His answering smile is equal parts amusement and satisfaction, and altogether sinful. “That’s my girl,” he rasps, before shoving your panties aside. Lining the head of his cock up, he enters you in one smooth thrust, and you moan as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You’re more than wet enough to take him in his entirety, your eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out, and he groans hoarsely as he takes a second to relish the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, princess.” Jay dips a thumb into your slick, spreading it across your clit and rubbing a few experimental circles around the sensitive nub. He groans when you clench around him, his hips stuttering, and you squeeze around him again just to hear him grit out another curse. “Shit. I’m not going to last long at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, rocking against him and sighing when the motion sends him a little deeper into your core. “Just fuck me, Jay. Please.”

Jay leans in, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead as he plants an indulgent kiss on your waiting mouth. “Anything for you, princess,” he breathes. Slowly, he pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you. Then he’s slamming forward, and you can’t even find it in yourself to care about the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin or the way the car rocks. Jay’s thumbing across your clit in tight circles that he times perfectly with the rock of his hips, and you wonder whether the rapidly building pleasure in your belly is due to your dry spell or if he’s just that good. You can feel every inch of him as he fills you up repeatedly, his brows furrowed in concentration and his dark hair flopping as he drives deeper in search of the spot that will have you seeing stars.

You know he’s found it when the pleasure in your belly spikes, your back arching off the backseat. Your skin is sticky against the dark leather and you’re certain the sweat gathering at your temples has destroyed the last of your makeup, but Jay alleviates your concerns with a particularly well-timed thrust and a harsh nip to the soft spot at your clavicle. You keen out something unintelligible, and his lips stretch into a smirk against your skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it takes for the mounting pressure to snap. Your body collapses into a searing orgasm, the pleasure flaring out like a supernova and spreading through your veins like wildfire. “F-fuck, Jay—” you gasp, your fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase and no doubt leaving scratches in their wake. “Fuck, you feel so—”

The remainder of your words trail off into garbled nonsense, and Jay huffs out a strained chuckle as he begins chasing after his own orgasm, rutting against you in a way that both prolongs your pleasure and sustains his own. “Shit,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, that’s it. Look at you—taking my cock so well. So pretty and perfect and—”

Whatever he was going to say dissolves into a groan as he gives a few more erratic thrusts before his release overwhelms him. Creamy warmth floods through you, and you rub his back tiredly as his head drops onto your shoulder, his breath flaring hot against your skin as he rides out his orgasm.

It takes several long seconds for the pleasure to recede. Your legs are still shaky when Jay pulls away, straightening up and tucking himself back into his jeans. There’s an empty ache in your core now that you are no longer stuffed full of his cock, and already, you are missing the feeling. Still, you push that aside as you sit up, adjusting your panties and wincing at the wetness that soaks the material and sticks to your skin.

“So,” Jay says after a moment’s silence, and you glance over at him when he huffs out a short chuckle. “That was fun.”

“Not bad at all,” you agree weakly, an irrepressible smile tugging at your lips.

Jay grins. It’s a bright, infectious grin—and it’s one that you’ve already grown rather fond of in the short period of time you’ve known him. It’s a grin that showcases his perfect teeth and crinkles his eyes into crescents, and one that all but forces you to grin back.

“Here, give me your phone,” he says, and you watch as he punches in his number once you hand it over. “Just in case you ever wanna do this again,” he tells you, handing it back. “Don’t be a stranger, princess.”

You glance down at his contact information, saved under the moniker you’d given him and affixed with a short string of emojis. “I won’t,” you tell him, chuckling. “In fact, I just might take you up on the offer.”

The screen of your laptop has long since gone dark, and you stretch your arms overhead before waking it again. Rolling your shoulders, you navigate back to the main Netflix menu, hovering over the resume button and watching the trailer loop in the background.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Jay often. You’ve texted each other quite often since that night in his car—usually when you’re bored and alone and have had a few too many glasses of wine in the evenings. You’ve found yourself tapping on his name instinctively during those odd, ambiguous hours—when late night and early morning meld together and you’re aching for a bit of relief.

And as if he knows you’re thinking about him, your phone buzzes against the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a familiar name.

[11:22pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinkin about u, pretty girl 😘

It’s followed by an image, and your heart rate picks up, thudding loudly against your ribs as you open it.

Fuck.

Your memories of Jay’s face—made all the more hazy by the alcohol and the amount of time elapsed since your first and only meeting—truly don’t do him justice. Though the photograph cuts off just above his nose, you can still admire the sharp angle of his jaw and the fullness of his puckered lips. His skin is golden against the white of his t-shirt, and you lick your lips before thumbing across your screen to respond.

[11:23pm] You: yeah? what else are you thinking about, hmm?

His response is instantaneous.

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinking about that pretty little pussy of yours

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: how good it looked in that pic u sent me tuesday 👅

You barely even notice the way your hand begins trailing down your body, pushing aside the elastic waistband of your sweats. It’s as if you’re on autopilot, as your fingers find their way to the damp spot growing on your panties.

Yeah? you write back with your free hand, already teasing at your clothed folds with the other. Tell me more.

///

It’s an uncharacteristically warm Friday morning when you find yourself in the elevator with Jimin, a good friend of yours who works on one of the lower levels of your office building. “Morning,” he says as he steps in, a large iced coffee in hand despite the fact that it’s still very much the middle of winter. Then he squints, leaning a little closer. “Oh my god. You got laid!”

“Oh my god, not so loud!” you hiss, whacking him on the shoulder and jabbing the button to close the elevator doors. “And no, not exactly. I’ve just been texting Jay.”

“Texting, sure.” Jimin mimes air quotes around the word and rolls his eyes. “You’re sexting him, and we all know it. How many pictures of his dick do you have saved on your phone now?”

“Oh my—” You sigh, trailing off. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Right, of course.” Jimin takes a sip of his coffee and pretends to check his watch. “When would you like to talk about it then? Do you need to check your calendar? Can I book an appointment for later this afternoon?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin just grins, his lips puckered around his straw. “So, how’s Jay? Have you asked for his real name yet?”

You shrug. “What’s the point? It’s not like we’re friends or anything. We’ve literally only met the one time.”

“Yeah, but that’s just because you’re a coward,” Jimin points out. “What’s stopping you from meeting up with him again? You have his number. You have at least one photo of his dick. Ask him out already!”

“It’s not that easy, though,” you sigh. The elevator doors open to let a few more people in, and you move to the side and lower your voice so that only Jimin can hear. “Jay—he’s not exactly boyfriend material. I mean, we fucked in his car the first night we met.”

“So?” Jimin frowns and takes another sip of his iced coffee. “You talk about things besides sex, don’t you? You definitely told him about your goldfish dying, at least. I mean, you told him before you even told me!”

“Yes I did, and he was appropriately sympathetic about Mustache’s passing, unlike some people,” you sniff. “Get over it already, won’t you?”

“Never,” Jimin replies, ignoring your pointed jab. “I’m sure you only told him because you knew you could get a sympathy sext out of it. How many dick pics did you get out of that night, anyway?”

“You’re gross,” you tell him, punching him in the arm. “Not to mention that’s exactly why Jay’s not boyfriend material. He’s perfectly happy with—whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t just ruin that by asking him to get dinner.” You frown, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I don’t want to make this into something that it’s not.”

Jimin hesitates. “Fine, okay. I guess I can understand that.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a pause, as the elevator makes a few more stops. You watch the numbers crawl higher, and know that you’ll soon have to part ways with your friend..

“Hey.” You nudge Jimin with your shoulder, just as the elevator doors close and you begin the ascent to his floor. “Wanna know something interesting?”

Jimin looks up from his phone, where he’s scrolling through Twitter. “Always.”

“My boss’ son is coming to the party tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyebrows disappear into his ashy blond hair at your revelation. “Kyunghee’s son? Hoseok, or whatever?”

You chuckle. “The one and only. She’s found about a million ways to bring him up in conversation this past week. She thinks we’re a match made in heaven.”

“Wow.” Jimin releases a long breath. “I wonder what he’s like, then.”

You shrug, adjusting the strap of your work tote over your shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

///

The morning of the party, you wake up to an empty refrigerator. Half stale cereal and the last dregs of milk from the carton become your breakfast, and you munch on that as you mull over the contents of your closet. You’re still in your pajamas, but you pull out your comfiest jeans and a sweater to change into after you finish eating. Then you turn to your collection of dresses, rifling through them and mentally debating the merits of each material and color.

You could go in one of two directions tonight. On the one hand, this is still a work party, and as such your attire should probably maintain a certain level of decorum. But on the other, you’re meeting Hoseok Jung for the first time tonight. You aren’t necessarily looking to start anything with the man, of course, but you do want to look good. With that in mind, you eventually settle on a deep red number that you pull out of the very back of your closet, made of a silky material that skims your curves and accentuates your best assets. Laying it on the bed, you begin your hunt for a pair of matching shoes. Twenty minutes of searching and another five of agonizing later, you step into the bathroom, intent on showering and getting on with the rest of your day.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you decide that tackling the state of your refrigerator takes top priority over your other weekend errands. Sitting down at the dining table, you take stock of what you have in your pantry, planning out your meals for the upcoming week and making a list of what you need to purchase in order to make them a reality. It’s just after one in the afternoon when you exit your apartment with a completed grocery list and your purse stuffed full of reusable canvas bags. The store is a short walk from where you live, and you decide to put in your earbuds as your feet navigate the familiar route. The temperature is surprisingly mild for winter, and the sun shines bright from its perch in the cloudless blue sky. It’s perfect weather for a walk, and the fresh air clears your mind and eases your heart.

At the grocery store, you forego the stack of baskets and instead grab a shopping cart. Weaving your way up and down the aisles, you check items off the list on your phone one by one. Eventually, you find yourself in the cereal section, grabbing a box of granola before turning to where your favorite cereal normally sits. It isn’t there, and you turn in a full circle, confused, until your gaze finally lands on the familiar box on the top shelf.

Great.

Sighing, you push up to your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it can reach. Your fingertips graze the shelf, but you can’t quite get a grip on the box itself. Glancing down, you scan the bottommost shelf and wonder if you can step on it to give yourself a boost.

“Need a hand?”

The voice comes from behind you, and a vague sense of familiarity sparks in your brain. Slowly, you turn around, and your entire body freezes when your gaze slides up to the speaker’s face.

“Jay.” The syllable escapes you in a near whisper. “H-hi.”

“Hey.”

Jay stands before you, looking like sin incarnate in a faded denim jacket, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and not much else. At his throat, his silver necklace sparkles, the silver J pendant glinting beneath the fluorescent lights of the store, and you’re suddenly beyond grateful that you decided to put on a decent sweater before leaving.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne—sandalwood tinged with sweet citrus. “Let me help you with that.”

The sudden proximity has your breath hitching in your throat. Your heart thuds erratically against your ribs as he reaches around you, the denim flaps of his jacket gaping in a way that exposes even more of his bare chest. By the time he pulls back with your cereal box in hand, you feel almost faint, belatedly realizing that you’d been holding your breath.

“You wanted this, right?” Jay asks, and you aren’t sure if you’re imagining the innuendo underlying his words or the teasing inflection of the syllables.

“Y-yeah, that’s the one,” you manage, fighting to quell the uneven tempo of your heartbeat as you accept the box. “Thanks.”

“Happy to help,” he replies. Then he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he murmurs his next sentence into your ear. “Anything for you, princess. You know that.”

Heat floods across your cheeks. Your heart skips two full beats before taking off into a sprint, and it’s impossible to ignore the way your core begins to thrum, as if anticipating a repeat of that night you first met all those weeks ago. Almost instinctively, your eyes dart up to the ceiling where the security cameras are, and Jay follows the trajectory of your gaze with a low chuckle and a soft brush of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, princess. As much as I’d love to get my hands on you, I’m kind of on a time crunch today.”

You can’t stop the wave of disappointment that washes over you, even if you’re in the exact same boat. “Rain check, then?”

“Rain check,” he agrees. Slowly, you reach up to touch the engraved silver pendant resting against his chest, rubbing it between your fingertips before tracing the curve of the J, and he catches your wandering fingers between his and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You know how to reach me,” he murmurs with a mischievous wink. His gaze lingers even after he’s released your hand, and you clear your throat awkwardly before turning to deposit your cereal box into your shopping cart.

The two of you go your separate ways then, exchanging goodbyes. You finish the rest of your grocery shopping in a daze, idly going through the motions at checkout and letting muscle memory guide you back home. Your arms are aching by the time you step past the threshold of your apartment, and you heave your shopping bags up onto the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh before returning to the entryway to toe off your shoes. You throw together a sandwich as you unpack your groceries, taking a big bite as you walk back to your bedroom to look at the dress you’ve picked out. Pacing over to the closet, you double-check your shoe choice. Briefly, you debate whether or not to wear flats instead of heels.

There are still a few hours left before you have to start getting ready, so you take the last of your sandwich back to the kitchen and whip up a smoothie to go with it. You scroll through your phone as you eat, browsing through the latest news headlines and scrolling through your social media accounts. Just before six o’clock, as the sun starts setting beyond the horizon and casting long shadows across your living room, you start getting changed. You snap a photo in the mirror once you’re dressed, pulling up Jimin’s name in your phone and sending it to him.

[6:13pm] You: last chance to come tonight

Your phone buzzes with a response almost immediately.

[6:14pm] Jimin: nah. i’d hate to step on hoseok’s toes.

You laugh. Not so fast, you text back. We don’t even know anything about the guy yet. What if he’s boring? Or sexist?

[6:15pm] Jimin: if u think kyunghee raised a sexist you’re seriously deranged

[6:16pm] Jimin: now stop taking selfies and get your ass out the door! you’re gonna be late!!!!

///

Each year, the holiday party tends to be a little over the top, and this year is no exception. The company has bought out the entirety of a restaurant for the evening, and you glance around in amazement at the twinkling lights and lush evergreen boughs decorating the walls and strung up along the ceiling. An assortment of sparkling ornaments hangs from the massive tree in the far corner, interspersed between silver tinsel and more lights. Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing server’s tray, you head farther into the restaurant, skirting around tables draped in creamy linen and greeting your colleagues and friends.

“Is she alone?”

“Figures.”

The voices come from the direction of the open bar, and somehow, you just know that they’re talking about you. Lottie, Hyejin, and Sandra are clustered in the corner with glasses of wine in hand, casting glances around the restaurant and gossiping about anything and everything with a pulse. You’re sorely tempted to grab the nearest pitcher of water off a table and pour it over their heads, but you suppress the urge and instead head over with a saccharine smile. “So lovely to see you, {Name},” Lottie says as you approach.

“I love your dress,” Sandra adds. “Very slimming.”

“Thanks,” you reply, putting on your brightest, fakest smile. “Yours is great too. How are you and your husband enjoying the party so far?”

Sandra’s face sours, and you hide your smirk in your champagne flute. Maybe it’s petty to bring up her rocky relationship, but you’ve been subject to snide comments from Sandra and her friends for years now and it’s become increasingly hard for you to bite your tongue. A few tables away, you spot Sandra’s husband, Rodney, take an enormous gulp of his whiskey and wince as it burns down his throat.

“We’re all having a wonderful time, aren’t we, ladies?” Lottie cuts in when Sandra takes too long to answer. “Hyejin’s date is over there with Rodney, and my boyfriend is fetching himself a drink. You remember Dev, don’t you?”

You nod, even though it’s a lie. “Sure. Say hi to him for me.”

Lottie’s lips curve up into a smile, her head tilting to the side, and you’re suddenly reminded of a snake rearing its head back for the kill. “So, what about you? Have you brought someone tonight, or—?”

“Hi ladies!” Kyunghee materializes at your side, her lips painted a festive red shade to match her dress. She’s wearing the disingenuous smile that she reserves for the resident gossips of your office, and you try not to let your relief show on your face when Lottie’s attention refocuses on your manager.

“So good to see you, Kyunghee,” she simpers. “Have you been here long?”

“Not as long as you,” your manager replies, nodding at the near-empty wineglass in her hand. “I see we’re already making a dent in the wine supply, and you’re falling behind, {Name}. Why don’t we go remedy that, hmm?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond, grabbing your arm and leading you away. Kyunghee is surprisingly spry for a woman her age, and you follow after her with some difficulty as she marches through the throngs of conversing people, all the way to the line at the open bar.

“I’d like you to meet someone,” she says, gesturing at the man standing at the end of the line with his back to you. “{Name}, this is my son, Hoseok.”

The man turns around at the sound of his name, a warm, affable smile stretched across his face. “Hi, I’m H—” he begins, but he’s cut off by your sharp intake of breath. His eyes go wide, his smile fading as his mouth falls open, and you’re certain you’re wearing an even more dumbfounded expression. “It’s you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Wh-what… how…” You trail off, speechless. The words flounder and die in your throat as your brain struggles to process this development, and you practically feel the way the gears in your head churn to a stuttering halt.

Because this man standing before you, the one that Kyunghee has just introduced as her son, is none other than Jay. He looks completely and utterly devastating in a navy waistcoat and matching slacks, a green tie shaped like a Christmas tree knotted loosely around the white collar of his shirt. His dark hair is parted, his undercut exposed, and you can’t tear your gaze away from the loose strand that has fallen across his forehead.

“H-hi.”

Jay—Hoseok—swallows. “Hi.”

Kyunghee glances between the two of you, her brows furrowing. “I take it you two already know each other?”

Hoseok’s ears begin taking on a scarlet tinge, the color spreading to his cheeks as he struggles to find his vocabulary again. “I—yeah. Yeah, we’ve met.”

“Right. Do I even want to know how?” she asks dubiously, before shaking her head and huffing out a sigh. “No, forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I’ll just leave you two to… catch up.”

Waving goodbye, Kyunghee disappears back into the crowd of partygoers milling around. Hoseok turns back to you, sucking in a deep breath, and you fight the urge to stare down at your toes as his gaze roves across your face.

“I can’t believe this,” he says, breaking the silence that’s fallen between you at last. “My mom’s been talking about you for months, but I never imagined that it’d be you.”

“You’re telling me,” you reply, finally having recovered your voice. “Kyunghee brings you up all the time, but I never thought… I mean, we didn’t even know each other’s names, and now…” You shrug. “Here we both are.”

“It’s a pretty crazy coincidence, huh?”

“Definitely.”

A beat passes, and then two. You’re fully aware that you’re staring, but you don’t dare blink, afraid that he’ll disappear if you close your eyes. Of all the things that you thought might happen tonight, this particular meeting wasn’t even close to making the list. Never would you have thought that the man you only knew as Jay would turn out to be Kyunghee’s son. Never would you have connected Jay to the photographed little boy in yellow suspenders on Kyunghee’s desk, or realized that they were one and the same.

From behind you, someone loudly clears their throat. Another voice calls for you to get a move on, already, and both you and Hoseok belatedly realize that you are still standing in line for the open bar. Hoseok’s eyes go wide again, and you nearly tread on his toes when you both try to move forward. “After you,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing for you to go in front of him, and that’s enough to break the tension. You step ahead of him with a laugh, catching up to the line, and Hoseok doesn’t stray far as he follows your lead.

“So, what are you drinking?” he asks, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Vodka soda with a twist?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to stick with wine tonight,” you reply, peering at the bottles lined up on the counter. “What about you?”

“Hmm. Jack and coke, I think. Nothing else is really calling my name right now.”

Grabbing your drinks, the two of you begin searching for a place to sit. You spot Kyunghee at a table near the front, and she smiles knowingly and offers you a thumbs-up when she catches your eye. Eventually, you settle on a table near the Christmas tree, the lights glimmering off the glasses and reflecting off your knife as you pick it up to butter a slice of crusty bread from the basket in the center. Hoseok follows your lead, grabbing a piece for himself, and the two of you munch in silence for a few seconds before Hoseok breaks it.

“You know, my mom says you’re the perfect girl for me” he says with a dry little chuckle. “Think she’s right?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. “It’s funny, though—Kyunghee’s been telling me the same thing. She sings your praises all the time.”

Hoseok laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, jeez, that’s kind of embarrassing. I’m glad she’s saying good things, at least.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you tell him, grinning. “She’s only shown us one photo album from your childhood.”

His face crumples. “Was it the Disneyland one?”

You nod, fighting back laughter, and watch as Hoseok groans and lets his forehead meet the linen-covered tabletop with a dull thunk.

“I don’t like rollercoasters,” he mumbles into the tablecloth, his voice muffled by the material. “They make me queasy.”

“Even now?” you ask, and he nods.

“Yep.”

The clinking of a fork against a wineglass—amplified and broadcast through an array of invisible speakers built into the restaurant’s walls—interrupts any further conversation. You twist in your seat to watch your company’s leadership give their opening remarks, listening as they congratulate everyone for a great year and wish you a happy holiday season. The servers begin going out with plates of food, and you thank them as they set yours down. Hoseok does the same before raising his glass in your direction, clearing his throat and offering you a crooked little smile.

“Here’s to second meetings.”

“Third, if you count the store earlier,” you correct, and he chuckles and nods in agreement before clinking his drink against yours.

You spend the entirety of dinner chatting with Hoseok, getting to know him beyond the few facts Kyunghee has mentioned and what little you’ve gleaned from texting him the last two months. He tells you all about his dance studio, Hope World, where he teaches both contemporary dance and the occasional Pilates class. You find out that in addition to rollercoasters, he also dislikes sour foods and raisins, but he loves mint chocolate and sweet and sour pork. He also has a very low tolerance for alcohol—something he tells you as he tilts the rest of his drink into his mouth. “Should I be worried?” you ask as he sets his glass back down, and he chuckles and shakes his head, sending the loose tendril of hair flopping across his forehead.

Dessert is served, and subsequently eaten. The music is turned up, and people slowly begin finding their way to the open space that serves as an impromptu dancefloor. Hoseok rises to his feet and extends a hand toward you, and you only hesitate for the briefest of seconds before accepting it. He leads you out amongst the other swaying couples, his hand finding its way to the curve of your waist, and you rest your hand on his shoulder as he begins guiding you in a slow, simple waltz.

“So?” Hoseok’s voice is a low murmur, soft and gentle against the shell of your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You blink. “The verdict?”

Even without looking, you can tell that he’s smiling. You can hear it in the lilt of his voice, and imagine it in the curve of his lips. “About me,” he clarifies, carefully pulling back so you can spin in a circle beneath his outstretched arm. “About us. My mom will never let me hear the end of it if she turns out to be right, but I still wanna know. So what are you thinking?”

“Are you asking if I think we’re perfect for each other?” you ask, giggling. “I don’t know if I believe in all that, to be quite honest. Destiny and soulmates—I mean, doesn’t it seem a little too good to be true?”

Hoseok hums. “Maybe. But considering all that’s happened to us in the last couple of months, don’t you think there’s a chance that it's all more than simple coincidence?”

“Maybe,” you concede. “Still, I don’t know if I can give you a verdict just yet. We haven’t even gone on a date.”

“We did do things a little backwards,” Hoseok admits, tugging you close and winding his arm around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, then. Are you free tomorrow?”

“What if I am?” you challenge.

“Then, I’d like to take you out for breakfast,” he replies without missing a beat.

The prospect of a proper meal with Hoseok Jung does something funny to your insides. Still, something makes you hesitate, and you avert your gaze as you search for your next words. “I wasn’t expecting to end tonight with a date,” you admit slowly. “I honestly didn’t even think you were interested in… well, anything beyond sex, to be honest.”

Hoseok’s face creases into a frown, and you look up again when he murmurs your name. “I understand why you would think that,” he says. “Really, I do. But honestly? I had every intention of texting you and asking you out properly. I was going to play it cool and wait a few days, which was stupid in retrospect. And then you texted me first.”

“I texted y—” You trail off. “Oh, god.”

“It seemed like you’d been drinking,” Hoseok says with a shrug, and you press a finger to his lips before he can say anything more. You remember the night in question, and you remember the bottle of wine you’d consumed. And you definitely remember the photographs you’d sent of yourself, and the ones Hoseok had been kind enough to send in return.

“Wait, so you were going to ask me out? And then I… I sexted you?”

Hoseok nods, and you groan and bury your face into his chest.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, and you feel laughter rumble through his chest before a hand comes up to stroke along your back.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining,” he assures you. “But I’d still really like to take you out, so what do you say?”

His gaze doesn’t leave yours for a second as he awaits your answer, and your heart skips a beat when you look up to see the earnestness in his eyes and the hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Breakfast sounds wonderful,” you whisper, and the smile that blossoms on your companion’s face is nothing short of radiant.

“Good,” he says. “Great. Breakfast tomorrow, then. Now, can I kiss you?”

You’re already pushing up to your tiptoes, your fingers fisting in the soft hair at his nape. “God, yes.”

///

“Hey, you made it!”

You beam. “Hi.”

You and Hoseok are about to commence your first date, having just sat down at a cozy little café for breakfast. Hoseok has pulled your chair out in true gentlemanly fashion, and you can’t help but smile over your menu at the few lingering snowflakes that have yet to melt into his dark hair.

“So, here we are,” you remark. “Our fourth meeting.”

Hoseok’s lips stretch into his signature grin, breathtakingly bright and infectious. “And hopefully many more.”

You grin at him. “Yeah? Too bad this is breakfast, because I’d drink to that.”

He leans forward, his grin widening. “Next time,” he says as his hand finds its way around yours, his fingers slotting comfortably into the spaces between your own. “We can do dinner, maybe. Or I can cook for you. But for now, I’m just happy that we’re finally doing this.”

You give his hand a soft squeeze. “Me too.”

“Just promise me one thing?”

The sudden seriousness of his tone has your brow furrowing in concern. “Sure, of course,” you reassure. “What is it?”

He winces. “Please don’t tell my mom about all the dick pics.”

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‘IT’ has returned once again

Archie was up and had his vegan breakfast... without his dad knowing, and went out to go visit Malon, until his mom stopped him to ask him something. “Archie... I thought maybe it would be nice if you and me both go out for a walk together, just you and I.” Aquarius suggested with a smile. Archie didn’t want to bring his mom to Camp Crystal Lake and her finding out who he’s befriended with. He didn’t want to hurt his mom’s feelings either, so he decided that just for this moment, he decided to go for a walk around town to the park while holding his mom’s hand. “Your dress seems to fit you nicely.” Archie complimented as he noticed his mom wearing the blue floral dress that he and Malon have secretly made for her. “It certainly does, you’ve done a wonderful job; I do have to make minor adjustments on the sleeves, but all in all, you’re brilliant.” Aquarius replied. “That necklace that your father bought for me is just so beautiful... That pearl really looked like your father’s deadlights.” Aquarius added, admiring the necklace that rested between her cleavage perfectly.

A few hours later, Archie thought of trying to go to Camp Crystal Lake again. Secretly, Pennywise lets his son go on his own if he wanted to, since he’s been stopped by his mother in a past few days; the necklace that Pennywise bought for Star is really a gift of love, but what they didn’t know is that the glowing pearl is actually enchanted, it can spy on people like it were Pennywise’s third eye. After Archie left, Pennywise called over to his wife. “Aquarius, my little Starlight... Papawise has a favor to ask you...” Aquarius turned with a smirk. “I thought Papawise was still on vacation at Fiji with T.C...” Aquarius joked. Pennywise chuckled to her joke and gestured her to sit on his lap. “I should’ve suspected that you would make up a joke like that.” Pennywise flirted before he kissed her by the nose. “Actually Love, I wanted you to follow Archie and find out where he’s been going in the past months; only because of me seeing him dirty or minorly scratched had me ol’ Pennywise concerned... Can he help it if he worries about his one and only baby boy that you and I made together... in bed... without the clothing--” “Enough with the speech Penny, I get it. I know you have told me to go spy on him in stealth-mode... I’m just not sure if it’s such a good idea...” Then Aquarius sighed. “I guess it’s for the best... for the safety of our little treasure.” Aquarius said as she walks out to follow her son secretly.

***

Meanwhile at Camp Crystal Lake, Archie found Malon over by the flower field. So he walked over to her and greeted her with a wild flower. “Wild flower for my wild nature loving friend...” Archie said as he took off his hat. Malon giggled. “Hi Archie... It’s been awhile since you came at this hour.” Malon said as she accepted the flower and put it in her hair. “I know I’m sorry. My parents have been paying close attention to me lately and wanted to know what I’ve been up to.” Archie explained. “But I didn’t tell them... So I thought of being absent for a little while and go for a walk with my mom or dad... well mostly mom, since my dad can’t control his hunger.” Archie added. Malon held Archie’s hand while making a fond smile. “I understand, you’re only doing this to protect me... And I like you for that...” Malon said. “Not just you I’m protecting; your family, your animal friends, Camp Crystal Lake... Nothing shall happen to any of you, not while I’m here...” Archie winked.

While Archie and Malon run around the field of flowers, Star has found her son; she was hiding from behind the tree so she wouldn’t be caught. She was so awed by how he has a friend to play with; she wanted her son to have a child to play with. But to her surprise, there was something oddly familiar about the redheaded girl that he’s playing with.

She was going to approach until she felt a tap on her shoulder, she looked up and noticed Jason standing tall right in front of her. Before Aquarius could do anything, he gagged her and carried her to his and his wife’s cabin.

MJ was making oatmeal muffins until she heard a muffled voice. “Jason! What are you doing? put her down!” MJ ordered. She recognized the blue-haired clown from awhile back when Pennywise kidnapped her and enslaved her. “I swear, I wasn’t going to do anything to your child I swear!” Aquarius cried. MJ kneeled down and quiet her down. “It’s okay Star, I know you wouldn’t do anything harmful... So uh... What are you doing here in the woods?” MJ asked in a calm tone. “I was being asked by Pennywise to follow our son; he was concerned for his son’s safety and wanted to make sure that he’s not at a dangerous place...” Aquarius explained. Jason didn’t believe her story at all; from all the stories that Archie has told him and his family, he wouldn’t be that insecure for his boy, he felt like that he has a plan up his sleeves... literally. So Jason wrote a note to tell Aquarius to get her boy and leave at this minute. “Jay, I don’t think Star is a threat to us; she was nice to me when I was held captive...” Jason wrote another note to respond to his wife’s statement. ‘If Star was nice to you, why didn’t she help you escape?’ Jason have wrote. MJ tried to think of an answer, but she couldn’t think of anything from the top of her head. So she turned to Aquarius, “I’m afraid that for our daughter’s safety you will have to go...” Then MJ looked up. “...But Jay, do we really have to let Archie go, separate Malon and Archie?” MJ asked. Jason sighed before he answered... with a nod.

***

Just as Aquarius was going to pick up her son, Malon and Archie came in with smile on their faces all covered in flowers. But then their smiles faded when they both see Archie’s mom. “Mom!? What are you... How did you... Why?” Before Aquarius could answer her son’s stuttering question, Malon spoke. “Is that the dress that you and I made for her? She’s so beautiful.” Malon complimented. Aquarius nodded with a fond smile, but then she had to cut it short. “Archie... We have to go...” Aquarius said. “Mom, please don’t tell dad about this! He’ll go after Malon for sure.” Archie begged. Then Malon’s mother spoke. “Malon sweetie, we decided to keep you no longer hang out with Archie for quite some time...” MJ said with tears in her eyes, as she never wanted to tell her little girl this.

Malon was shocked, she nearly burst out crying but have to act maturely and not bawl. But when Aquarius took Archie out of the house, Malon unexpectedly of her ran out to go after Archie until Jason caught her and held her back. “Archie...” Malon said with tears. Archie looked back over his and his mother’s arms as he sadly waved back at Malon. Malon had no choice but to cry her head pasted on her dad’s chest while Jason calmly rubs his daughter’s back while rocking back and forth and carrying her inside.

A beautiful day turned into a rainy afternoon, quite an unfortunate coincidence on this terrible sad event.

***

Back at Derry to the Neibolt House, Archie walked in with anger, being greeted by his dad, “How’s that walk of yours, son?” Pennywise was only pretending that he wasn’t aware of anything suspicious just to get into character. Archie walk passed his dad and went into his room and slammed the door.

Pennywise then turned to his wife. “Hello my Pretty Blue...” Pennywise greeted with a smile. Aquarius blushed by his usual charm and how he smiled at her, so she gave him a normal hello back while hoping that he wouldn’t ask about Archie’s secret whereabouts. But he did, “What has our little demon adventurer been up to all this time?” Pennywise asked. Aquarius needs to try to stretch the truth in order to not put Archie’s friend in danger. “He’s... been wondering about in the woods... such a beautiful woods indeed.” Aquarius answered with a straight smile. Pennywise really does know what Archie has been doing, he’s only testing to see if his wife is very truthful to him. “Did... Archie... by any chance... hang out with somebody... perhaps... my entrée.” Pennywise asked.

Aquarius wanted to leave, but Pennywise is not letting her go, he blocked her path and put her against the wall. “Why is it such a concern to you? I think it’s nice for Archie to have a friend to play with.” Aquarius said as she’s trying to change the subject. “I’m the one asking the questions sweetheart... No need to sugarcoat me... Now answer this question... What’s the name of the woods that Archie goes to... Answer the question!” Pennywise asked a bit more stern as usual. Aquarius sweated. “It’s called... it’s called... Camp Blood!” Aquarius answered. Pennywise just glared and released her from his grasp since he still loves Star very much, and hurting her and scarring her is the last thing he wanted to do on his mind. “Okay... Thank you love... You really are the demon clown I can trust...” Pennywise said as he framed her face and kissed her passionately by the lips. Aquarius was flattered, yet still surprised that Pennywise took it so well and not snap at her.

***

It was a long day and Malon hasn’t been doing much, she was so depressed that she didn’t want to draw or color anymore. Jason even offered Malon ice cream, but she didn’t want any. She couldn’t stop thinking about Archie, so she just goes ahead and get washed up and get ready for bed.

Jason felt like a terrible father, he pulling Malon and Archie apart, what was he thinking? When MJ entered the room with Jason sitting, looking at his mask sadly, MJ gave him a comforting hug. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt Malon, love... You’re only doing what’s right... I’m sure that things will turn out alright in the end... You’ll see.” MJ assured. Jason kissed MJ by the cheek before he gets out of bed for a perimeter check.

As the nights got darker, Malon was sleeping soundly until she heard a noise, she thought she have heard little children singing, in the middle of the night? Malon thought she was just hearing things, until she turned and faced up, seeing Pennywise hanging on the ceiling like a spider. Pennywise lightly landed on the foot of her bed and covered her mouth before she screamed out to her mom. “You enjoyed playing with my little boy... don’t you Malon?” Malon tears up as she thinks she’s going to get eaten. “Maybe you’d like to play with my boy again...” Pennywise says as he cast a spell on Malon to make her drift off to sleep. Just as Pennywise was about to leave, he heard a creaking noise. It was MJ holding a frying pan as it were her weapon of choice. “Let her go Pennywise! I’m not afraid of--” at that moment, Pennywise made her look into his deadlights and cause her to float up. “I’d love to float with you MJ my pet... But you’re no longer my concern, just like this sweet red head is no longer yours.” Pennywise chuckled as he escaped through the window.

To Be Continued

#Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #IT #IT Chapter 2 #Pennywise #Pennywise the Dancing Clown #MJ #Malon #Archie #Aquarius #fandom #collab #fan fiction

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This Means War

Summary: When Uma shaves Dude’s butt in retaliation for Carlos not watching him and letting him chew up her shoe, Mal, Evie, Uma, Audrey, and Jane as well as Jay, Carlos, Harry, Gil, and Ben are launched into a full-on prank war. Includes lots of friendship/family feels, Bal, Jaudrey, Jarlos, Huma, and onesided Gil x Evie.

Uma walked into her apartment in Mal and Ben’s castle, kicking off her shoes at the door. She stretched a bit before heading into the living room, planning to turn on a little bit of TV before she made dinner for her and the boys. After all, she definitely didn’t trust them in the kitchen.

As Captain of the Guard, Uma had been working hard that day, training all of the new recruits, and it had been mercilessly excruciating work. She had been laboring tirelessly, pushing them hard as she could, and in the midst of her efforts, she had done almost as much as they had.

She was beginning to wonder which of the two sides was doing the most effort. She was quite inclined to think that she was.

Either way, she was exhausted, and very eager to sit and focus on something else that didn’t involve running, push-ups, sit-ups. Pretty much anything that didn’t involve moving.

Uma shuffled into the living room, and her eyes went wide as she took in the dog that was sitting there on her couch. It was that little orange mutt that Carlos had adopted, and Uma narrowed her eyes as she took in the sight of the creature. It was sitting there in her seat, her seat, as if it owned the place. And worse than that, the little rat was chewing one of her shoes.

Uma’s eyes narrowed, and she glared at the creature in pure rage. He looked up at her and just seemed to notice she was there. He widened his eyes, and quickly jumped up from his place on the couch, dropping the shoe.

“It’s not what it looks like!” he cried, and Uma narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

“What are you doing in my house, dog?!” Uma demanded as she glared at the dog. He laid his ears back and chuckled nervously.

“Uh… Well, funny story actually… You see, I got loose from Carlos’s place and decided I’d go wandering around. It was then that I smelled the most glorious scent of funions! So I went through an open doorway, and found this!” Dude told her, and Uma’s eyes narrowed as she realized that the animal had just said that her feet smelled like funions.

“But when I went to leave with it, I couldn’t get out because the door was shut,” Dude explained with a nervous laugh, and Uma gritted her teeth, remembering well that she had left the door open for a moment as she hurried back inside the apartment to get her favorite sword. The dog must have gotten in somewhere in that time interval.

Uma set her jaw in irritation as she tried desperately to reign in her feelings of pure and unadulterated rage.

Carlos really needed to keep a better eye on his dog. After all, the boy was probably playing video games, and not giving the dog the attention that it required in order to ensure its good behavior. Nevertheless, Uma was positively infuriated at the de Vil boy.

“Dog, you’ve got three seconds to get out of my house,” Uma informed him finally, grinding the words out from between her teeth as she informed the pet of his time. He sighed in relief.

“Oh, phew, I thought you were going to shave my butt or something!” Dude piped up, grinning happily. Uma paused suddenly as her gaze snapped to the dog. She immediately remembered Harry’s shaver, and she grinned evilly as it suddenly occurred to her just how she could gain retaliation against the de Vil boy.

“Uh… Why are you smiling like that? I don’t think that’s a good sign,” Dude pointed out worriedly, and Uma smiled even wider with her teeth glinting as she reached out for the mutt, chuckling under her breath all the while.

“I’ll teach Carlos a thing or two about messing with a pirate…”

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“UMA?! UMA?! HEY, UMA?!” Carlos called, storming into the room with Dude in his arms, and Uma, Harry, Gil, Ben, Mal, Evie, Jay, Audrey, and Jane all looked up to stare at him from their various positions around the room.

It had been only hours since Uma had shaved Dude, and it was now nightfall. Carlos had obviously just found out about the dog. Or at least, it had taken him this long to find Uma.

Everyone blinked, just gaping at the boy until Uma finally decided to speak up.

“That’s my name, and you know I never get tired of hearing it, but do you have to shout it that loudly?” Uma questioned innocently from her place on the couch between Harry and Gil. Carlos frowned as his eyes narrowed at the pirate.

“What’s your problem, Whitey Tighty? Your panties get in a wad?” Uma questioned, and snorted as she enjoyed her joke. Harry grinned widely at the comment, and Gil giggled goofily along, noting that it was the appropriate way to support Uma at that moment.

“You shaved Dude’s butt!” Carlos accused, spinning the dog around so everyone could see. Everyone stared for a moment, and Harry suddenly burst into loud laughter. That seemed to break the dam, and soon enough, everyone else was laughing and giggling along at the dog’s expense.

“Carlos! You said you weren’t going to show anybody!” Dude cried, embarrassedly, and Carlos eyed him apologetically before turning the dog back around so that his front was facing everyone.

“I’m sorry, Dude, but I had to get my point across,” Carlos apologized before hardening his tone and glaring at Uma with pursed lips and an irritated gaze.

“Tha’ is hilarious!” Harry laughed hard, pointing at the boy and the dog, and Carlos just held the mutt a bit closer to him, scratching his neck protectively.

“That’s genius!” Mal commented from her place between Evie and Ben where she was currently squeezing Evie’s hand tightly and leaning her head against Ben’s shoulder, giggling uncontrollably as she looked between the pet and Uma. Uma just made a gesture to bow in gratitude before grinning widely and evilly.

“What did Snowflake do, Uma?” Evie questioned, her eyes sparkling with some odd mix of humor and pity, and Uma just laughed before glaring a bit at the dog, letting her grin turn to a smirk.

“He wasn’t keeping a good eye on his stupid dog, so I took the liberty of doing something that he might would pay attention to,” Uma explained herself, and Carlos huffed offendedly.

“How messed up is that?! You don’t shave the dog’s butt! That’s just weird!” Carlos announced to the room, and Harry and Mal just laughed harder, really enjoying this entire ordeal. Jane actually secretly agreed with Carlos that it was kind of cruel to shave the dog’s behind.

“C’mon, Jay, back me up!” Carlos demanded, and Jay shrugged as he gestured to the other boy.

“Ol’ Frosted Flake didn’t mean to let his dog loose. You know how dogs are,” Jay explained, and Audrey looked up at her boyfriend from where she was rested against his chest.

“Yeah, but it was probably because he was playing a bunch of ridiculous, time-wasting video games,” Uma pointed out, and Harry froze, furrowing his brow as he suddenly lost all signs of enjoying Uma’s picking on Carlos. Uma knew exactly why Harry was offended. After all, he had become quite fond of video games since the she, him, and Gil had moved to Auradon.

In fact, as she looked around, all of the other boys that had been laughing were now looking quite unimpressed with Uma’s statement.

“Video games aren’t a waste of time,” Jay piped up, throwing in his opinion, and Harry nodded as he gazed at Uma with his eyebrows knitted together.

“Ye know, fer once, I actually agree with Jay-Jay,” Harry expressed, and Uma rolled her eyes as she looked at Gil. Even Gil looked a bit offended as he watched her. Uma groaned loudly.

“Come on, y’all can’t seriously think that video games are worth forgetting everything for.”

“Yeah, video games aren’t really healthy for your psyche anyway,” Evie piped up, putting in her scientific opinion, and Mal nodded in approval.

“Maybe not worth forgetting everything for, but I certainly don’t feel that video games are a waste of time, though,” Ben told Evie, looking at her with some defensiveness, and Mal narrowed her eyes as the boys suddenly seemed quite against Uma and Evie’s points of view.

Mal looked at Evie, and she saw Evie’s brown eyes were glowing with that familiar sense of support that she always offered Mal unconditionally and wholeheartedly. Mal knew that Evie would be behind her completely if Mal felt like arguing against the boys or not. Mal nodded to Evie approvingly, and Evie puffed up a bit, feeling quite justified in her opinions on the subject.

“Come on, guys. It’s silly. You’re a bunch of boys with a life, and you actually think video games are worth wasting your time on when you could be going out with the dudes or hanging out with your girls?” Uma explained to them, getting a little more irritated with the guys, and Mal nodded as she agreed with Uma, looking at the group gathered.

“Well, not every moment of our time should be put in video games, but they’re certainly worth a lot of our time!” Jay pointed out, and Audrey pulled away from him as she glared at the boy. Mal and Evie raised an eyebrow as they took in the sudden action occurring with their favorite pretty little couple.

“So you’d rather play video games than hang out with me?!” Audrey questioned, and unfortunately, Jay was not a fast learner in that he had not yet figured out when it was time to shut up.

“Not necessarily, but I really like playing video games!” Jay informed her, and Audrey withdrew from him altogether, moving to the other side of their seat.

“Can we just focus on my dog?!” Carlos cried, trying to pull the conversation back to the first offense despite the fact that he was very much irritated about the entire ordeal with Uma’s beliefs about video games.

“Now look there! With that philosophy of valuing video games so much, the dog getting its butt shaved is the least of what you should be getting,” Uma explained to them, crossing her arms, and the boys all looked at one another in some offense.

Ben and Gil weren’t quite as enthusiastic as Jay, Carlos, and Harry, but they were nevertheless somewhat offended and did want to stick with the guys. After all, the other guys did need them at that point.

“I think you shouldn’t have shaved my dog’s butt at all! That’s messed up!” Carlos declared, and the rest of the boys expressed varying forms of agreement. Now they had to band together. The girls were completely against them in this endeavor, so they had to cooperate to present a good argument.

“C’mon, y’all, let’s go over to Evie’s place,” Uma announced. She looked out the window, realizing that the moon was already up. Uma looked to Evie curiously.

“Hey, Blue, watchu think of a sleepover?” Uma proclaimed as she stood up from her place on the couch.

“Sounds good to me,” Evie agreed easily and happily, loving the idea of having time to potentially drag Uma into girl talk and girlie activities, and Uma nodded resolutely. Normally, Uma wouldn’t volunteer to sleep over at Evie’s, but this was a special circumstance, and Uma was going to make those boys suffer.

“It’ll be better than being with these video-game-obsessed children!” Audrey proclaimed offendedly, her and Mal immediately siding with Evie and Uma. Audrey then got up and headed over to Uma swiftly. Evie stood up and offered Mal a hand, pulling her up gently with that usual care that she always gave Mal, and they both headed out hand in hand as they followed the other three girls. Jane hesitantly sat up, looking at the boys somewhat apologetically before leaving with the other four girls.

The boys just gaped at the five as they shut the door behind them and left the boys in the room by themselves.

“What just happened?” Gil questioned, for once actually asking something that was quite astute. Carlos shook his head and frowned as he headed over to sit next to Jay with Dude.

“Well, they’re mad at us because we apparently like video games better than them,” Jay pointed out, and Carlos’s gaze snapped to Jay.

“But Uma shaved my dog’s butt and wasn’t even ashamed of herself!!!” Carlos cried.

They were quiet for a long moment, the lot of them just gazing into empty space as they thought. Except for Carlos, who was too busy worrying over Dude to think of the girls and the way that the girls had treated the boys about their video games.

“Y’know, we should do it back to ‘em,” Harry suddenly spoke up, and Jay nodded to him, immediately on the same page. Ben furrowed his brow as he considered this idea.

“What? We’re shaving the girl’s butts?!” Carlos demanded, his eyes widened as he gaped at the Hook boy in horror. Ben’s jaw went slack as he stared at Carlos, completely taken off guard. Harry’s eyes widened at the thought and he raised an eyebrow.

“Ooh!!! Can I shave Evie’s?” Gil questioned, laughing like a madman, and Jay rolled his eyes at Gil and Carlos, shuddering a bit at the thought of Evie.

“That’s not what he meant. He was talking about pranking them back,” Jay pointed out, and Harry shook himself from his stupor, nodding along with the other boy in agreeance.

“Good grief, now I have a mental image of Evie that is never getting out of my head,” Ben expressed, shaking his head with a traumatized expression.

“Well, men? Shall we go and raid Evie’s place tonight?” Jay questioned, raising an eyebrow as he tried to move past the subject of just a moment ago.

They all raise their arms and fists in agreement. And so they headed off to create mischief and wreak havoc.

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It was the next morning, and Audrey had just woken up from her awkward position on Evie’s large bed. She was squished into Jane and laying almost on top of Uma, and Uma was resting across Mal and Evie’s legs as the laid on the bed in the correct positions.

That night, they had all been roughhousing and Uma had grabbed Audrey, falling down across the bed where Mal and Evie were resting, successfully squishing them. Jane had at some point crawled onto the bed and rolled against Audrey, and they had kind of all stayed in that position, talking until Audrey must have eventually fallen asleep. Of course, Audrey fell asleep faster than anyone that they knew. It must’ve been something to do with being the daughter of Sleeping Beauty.

Audrey, barely awake, climbed off of Uma and unwedged herself from Jane’s side as she got up and headed for the bathroom, not even looking at the other girls as she simply gazed at the doorway from between her barely cracked open eyelids.

Audrey stumbled through the doorway and headed down the hall, letting herself in the bathroom.

Audrey had a particular routine that she followed every morning. Her first step was ordinarily to use the bathroom, her second step was to wash her face, and the third was to put on her makeup so that she could be presentable for the day.

Once Audrey had finished her first step, she gazed at herself in the mirror, taking in her tired appearance. She rubbed at her eyes gently, and then started to look for the bar of soap that Evie always kept specifically for face-washing. She found it in its proper place--- of course, she didn’t expect anything less since it was Evie’s house--- and she couldn’t help but notice that something about it was different.

All that she could recognize about the bar was that it was round rather than the typical rectangular-shaped bar of soap. Either way, Audrey wasn’t much in the mindset to challenge it given her drowsy state, and she wet it a bit before scrubbing her hands together, keeping her eyes on her reflection. She then sat the bar down on the sink and started to scrub her face with her hands.

However, she quickly figured out that there was something about the soap that was much, much more different than just its shape. Audrey’s eyes widened as she realized that she had this disgusting black lather all over her face with only a few streaks of her actual skin tone.

Audrey swallowed hard, trying not to yell, but as she realized that the stuff was not coming off of her face, she couldn’t hold it back any longer. She suddenly let loose with a blood-curdling scream.

In the other room, Mal jerked awake. Evie, Uma, and Jane had somehow managed to remain asleep throughout this sudden noise, which was especially odd considering Evie was such a light sleeper.

As soon as Mal opened her eyes, she was met with the most frightening sight she had witnessed in a long time. There, right nearby her side of the bed, was a large, mean-looking dog that was staring at her and growling lowly. Mal froze, her eyes going wide, and she found that she was not able to move, completely paralyzed by her fear.

One of Mal’s greatest weaknesses was her intense fear of dogs, namely large dogs. This was a huge German Shepherd sitting there by her bed looking as if it were about to eat her, and it successfully took her fear to an entirely new level.

“Evie?” Mal whispered nervously, her mouth barely moving as she laid there white as a sheet. The dog’s eyes were still very much trained upon her, and Mal was scared to make very much noise in case it triggered the creature.

“Evie?!” Mal tried again, hoping desperately that Evie would wake up. After a moment of this, Mal realized that her foot was against Evie’s leg, and she did have a more effective way to perhaps stir Evie from her slumber.

Mal, keeping her watch on the dog that was very much watching her back, slowly poked Evie’s leg in hopes that she could catch the girl’s attention. She kept doing it over and over, whispering the bluenette’s name, and Evie finally stirred a bit.

Evie opened her eyes drowsily, looking over at Mal with her eyes barely open.

“M, what---” Evie stopped as soon as she spotted the German Shepherd. Evie’s face was laced with confusion, but she smiled a bit as she looked at the creature. As she awoke a bit more, she grinned, reaching over Mal to see the dog.

“Hi, where’d you come from? You’re a pretty boy, aren’t---” Evie started, extending her hand, but the dog suddenly growled at her as she approached him, and Evie withdrew her hand swiftly.

“Okay,” Evie spoke, her gaze darting between the dog and Mal fearfully. Mal swallowed hard, and Evie didn’t move a muscle as she tried to figure out what to do.

Her eyes moved down to Uma’s form laying across them on the bed, and Evie moved her foot, nudging Uma repeatedly.

“Uma? Uma?!” Evie told her in a voice barely more than a whisper, trying to poke Uma as near to her face as she could reach which at this point was only Uma’s side. Uma scrunched her nose as she raised her head up, looking at Evie as if she had lost her mind.

“What the heck is wrong with you? Stop poking me!” Uma scolded, and Evie shook her head swiftly, glancing over at the dog that had not taken its gaze off of Mal. Mal was frozen in place in the midst of her pure horror, and she looked as if she might start screaming at any moment.

“There’s a dog! A big, mean, really scary dog, Uma, and you need to take care of it!” Evie cried, her voice low, and Uma furrowed her brow in confusion.

“What are you even talking about? Have you lost your mind? There’s no dog in here!” Uma proclaimed before suddenly hearing the animal growl. Uma slowly turned her head so that she was looking at the dog upside down.

“Oh… You’re right,” Uma told her, and Mal was frozen stiff as she watched the pirate. Uma rolled over onto her stomach, bumping Jane in the process, and the daughter of Fairy Godmother stirred as she started to awaken.

Uma, deciding that it might be beneficial if she treated the dog with sweetness instead of treating it cruelly, started to sweet-talk the dog.

“Hey, bud! Come here! Come here, buddy!” Uma beckoned, baby-talking the dog as she tried to make him calm down. He immediately seemed to pay attention to Uma over everyone else. His tail started to wag a bit, and he leaned nearer to her.

Mal and Evie were just staring at the situation, and Jane rolled over, trying to figure out what in the world that Uma was doing and why she sounded so sugary and nice. Jane’s eyes widened a bit as she realized what was going on.

“Aww, look at him! What a handsome guy! Who’s a good boy? Is he a good boy?” Uma coaxed, and the dog scooted closer to her, laying his ears back as he whined a bit. Uma grinned widely, petting the dog on the head as he wagged his tail and licked her hand.

“Look, y’all, he ain’t nothing but a little sweetheart,” Uma told them as she scratched him on the head affectionately. Something glinted on the dog’s chest, and Uma furrowed her brow, reaching down and noticing it was a tag. She pulled it up, examining it.

“Huh… Serge, member of the King’s Secret Investigative Services,” Uma read aloud, and her eyes narrowed as she figured out precisely why she thought the dog was there. Uma looked over at the other two girls. Evie was holding Mal closely against her and trying to get the girl to calm down.

“You know, this has the boys written all over it,” Uma commented, and Evie nodded slowly, stroking Mal’s hair gently.

“But why would they do anything like this?” Jane questioned, and Uma turned back to look at the fairy.

“Well, duh. Obviously because we insulted their stupid video games and I shaved the dog’s butt. You know, honestly, boys are so petty,” Uma pointed out, raising up and looking down as she followed the dog’s leash to where it was tied to one of the legs of the bed. Uma groaned, untying the leash with the dog snuffling happily at her face the entire time.

Uma finally untied it, and she took the end of the leash in her hands as she moved her legs across Jane and put them on Mal’s side of the bed, getting up.

“Alright, y’all, I’m gonna take Serge outside,” Uma expressed.

“Check on Audrey,” Mal told her, and Uma looked at her curiously.

“Why?”

“I think she was screaming when I woke up,” Mal explained herself, still looking a bit nervous as she watched the dog closely. Uma scoffed a bit, raising an eyebrow.

“And you didn’t consider it necessary to tell me this like as soon as I got up?” Uma inquired before rolling her eyes, heading over to her shoes and sitting on the bedroom bench at the foot of the bed, the dog standing there next to her happily.

“Okay. I’m going to go check on Audrey, and then I’m gonna put the dog out,” Uma told them, getting ready to put her shoe on. However, before she did, she turned her head to face the other three girls.

“Now y’all remember. If the boys are behind this, there’s no telling what else they could’ve done,” Uma explained, working her foot into her boot carefully and not quite reaching the bottom of it yet.

“So, keep up your guard at all ti---” Uma stopped swiftly in mid-sentence, narrowing her eyes as she experienced the feeling of something disgustingly squishy in her shoe. The other three girls stared at her, trying to decipher what had happened to her.

Uma withdrew her foot slowly from her shoe, setting her jaw as she realized that she had placed her toes in what appeared to be dog poop. She immediately knew precisely what dog was likely behind it all.

Dude.

Uma swallowed hard before standing up slowly.

“I’ll be right back. Keep an eye on the dog,” Uma informed them, her voice controlled almost to the extent that it was cold and emotionless, and Mal yelped as Serge looked over in her direction.

“Uma, if you could, please take the dog out with you,” Evie told the pirate, holding Mal against her gently with her jaw resting on top of Mal’s head. Uma carefully turned to the bluenette, trying to keep her anger in check.

She just stared at Evie for a long moment before hobbling out the door, trying to walk on her heel as she took the dog’s leash, bringing him out with her. Uma headed down the hall, stopping at the bathroom door, and she looked to the dog.

“Stay,” she told him, and he sat down. She nodded slightly before moving to open the door. She had figured that the dog would obey commands. After all, he was one of the well-trained animals that were part of the investigative services.

Uma opened the door, furrowing her brow as she realized Audrey had her face turned away from Uma.

“What’s your problem, princess?” Uma questioned, and Audrey stiffened at the sound of Uma’s voice. Uma raised an eyebrow, moving closer.

“Are you okay?” Uma asked, finding herself actually worried about the princess. Audrey laughed a bit before suddenly turning around, her eyes wide as she gaped at the pirate with an almost crazed expression.

“Do I look fine to you?!!!” Audrey demanded, and Uma withdrew, staring at the princess in surprise as she took in the sight of Audrey’s blackened face. It was akin to soot, and there were only a few places on her face that were her usual skin color.

“Actually, yeah. Now you look like a warrior instead of a wimp.” Audrey seemed to get even angrier at that point, and she went off on a rearing tangent as she was often prone to do when panicked and livid.

“This is devil wash! DEVIL WASH! I can’t go out looking like some kind of panda bear warrior thingy!!!” Audrey screeched as she stared angrily at the bar of soap. Uma tried valiantly not to laugh as she moved over to the bathtub, rolling up the leg of her pajamas and sticking her foot in the tub as she turned on the hot water.

“At least panda bears are cute,” Uma quipped, and Audrey spun around to face the pirate, her eyes glowing with a fire unrivalled. Uma just grinned a bit guiltily, realizing that it was probably not a good idea to mess with the princess when she was this upset. Audrey opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she seemed to realize what was covering Uma’s foot.

“What did--- did you step in dog poop?” Audrey questioned, her lips wobbling a bit as she asked the question. Uma groaned deeply, and Audrey started to laugh, unfortunately not as good at holding back her true feelings as Uma was.

“Oh, laugh it up. Ol’ doo-doo foot and panda bear. We’re a match made in… Well, definitely not heaven, that’s for sure,” Uma commented as she rinsed off the poop, grabbing a regular bar of soap to help her wash her foot. Audrey’s laughs subsided as she was quickly brought back to the situation with her face.

“Why does Evie have this soap in her cabinet?” Audrey questioned, and Uma shook her head.

“Evie doesn’t. The boys put the soap there. Just like they put dog crap in my shoe,” Uma explained to her with a bit of a snarl as she washed her hands after taking care of her foot.

“That… makes a lot of sense now that you point it out,” Audrey growled under her breath, and Uma sighed, turning off the water as she scooted over to the nearby rack that Evie kept her washcloths on. She then dried her foot off.

“Yeah. Carlos isn’t going to have to worry about that stupid dog anymore when I’m through. Shaving it will be the least of his worries,” Uma threatened, standing up and heading over to the door. Audrey examined herself in the mirror, trying to figure out some way rub the blackness off of her face.

To Uma’s relief, the dog was still obediently sitting there, waiting on the pirate. Uma smiled at him softly and took the leash, leading him across the house and heading for the front door.

However, as soon as she reached the door, she realized that something was wrong outside. Very wrong.

“Hey, Evie!!! You might want to get out here and take a look at this!!!” Uma called loudly before opening the door to get a better look at the horror she was witnessing currently.

There in front of her was Evie’s Jeep Charlene without any of its fancy, shiny tires that it always sported. Instead of sitting on tires, the car was sitting on large concrete blocks. Uma raised her eyebrows as she looked down at the dog.

“Man, when they prank, they go big,” Uma commented, and the dog just snuffled at her. Uma huffed a bit, knowing exactly how Evie was going to react when she got outside. The pirate then walked over to a shady spot underneath a tree and tied the dog to the tree.

She patted him affectionately.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll get you some water in a few, and then I’ll call up your people,” Uma told him, and he licked her hand.

But before she could focus on the dog much longer, she heard a scream. Uma sighed, heading back over to witness Evie’s fit that she was likely about to be throwing.

“MY CAR!!! M, MY CAR!!!” Evie screamed, and Uma quickly spotted Mal attempting to console the other girl. Mal had obviously overcome her own trauma as a result of the dog, but Evie was just getting started. Evie looked as if she might fall onto the ground in the midst of her pure horror.

“CHARLENE’S RUINED!!! HER TIRES ARE MISSING!” Evie shrieked, and Mal squeezed Evie’s shoulder.

“I know, I know, I’m sure they’re around here somewhere, though, E,” Mal assured her, and Evie shook her head swiftly.

“Those tires were super rare, and I just got them last week!!! They’re brand new!!!” Evie almost looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

“It’s okay, Evie, it’s fine. Don’t be sad. Don’t cry,” Mal told her, leaning over and trying to pull the taller girl’s gaze away from the vehicle.

“These are not sad tears!!!”

“In that case, don’t kill the boys. We still have to get revenge,” Uma piped up, and Evie offered her only the barest of glances.

“What’s going on out here, guys?” Audrey questioned, and Evie turned her head to look at the pink princess that had just joined them. Mal followed Evie’s gaze and they both jumped in surprise at the sight of Audrey’s visage.

“What the heck happened to your face?!” Evie cried, her eyes wide as Mal grabbed onto the bluenette’s arms, and Audrey just glared at the other girl.

“Don’t ask,” Audrey ground out, and Evie didn’t bother focusing on the princess in favor of turning to her car.

“What the heck happened to your car?” Audrey turned the question on Evie, and Mal moved her hand across her throat in a silencing motion, trying to turn Audrey away from that question. Evie then practically had another meltdown.

“THEY MESSED UP MY CHARLENE!!!!” Evie wailed, and Mal sighed slightly, one hand on Evie’s back and the other in the bluenette’s hand. Audrey’s eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Jane came out of the house at that moment, out of her pajamas and in one of her usual dresses. She had her phone in hand and was intently studying it. However, after a moment, she looked up from it and she realized what had happened to Evie’s Jeep.

“Wow! They really messed up Charlene!’ Jane cried, and Mal closed her eyes, knowing what dramatics she was about to have to deal with thanks to Jane once again pointing that fact out.

“My poor, poor car!” Evie whined desperately, looking between the vehicle and Mal desperately. Audrey looked back at Jane with a warning expression, hoping that the fairy wouldn’t say anything else that pertained to Evie’s car. After all, she had already learned her lesson about that.

“Woah! They really messed up your face, too!” Jane announced, and Uma snorted. Audrey shot the pirate a glare, and Uma just shrugged a bit, clearing her throat as she smirked.

“Huh, I guess I’m the only one that hasn’t been got by the boys,” Jane pointed out, pursing her lips in thought. She then smiled widely and happily.

“Carlos must love me a lot!” Jane stated, full of shining optimism. Audrey rolled her eyes in response to the fairy.

“Come on, girls, let’s go in and get something to eat while we discuss what to do to our boys,” Audrey suggested, and Mal finally managed to get Evie to move, her hand laced in the bluenette’s. Evie’s gaze lingered on the Jeep longingly and worriedly, but she finally decided to move back toward the house. Everyone except for Audrey passed Jane, and Jane then turned and started to follow the group.

However, Audrey suddenly gasped loudly as she stared at the seat of Jane’s dress in horror. There before her, the behind of Jane’s dress was cut out, exposing what would have been her underwear-covered behind. Well, if the dress was not exposing Jane’s very revealing, very frightening thongs.

Obviously, Carlos did not love her that much.

At Audrey’s gasp, Uma stopped in her walking next to Mal and Evie to look back at the princess. Jane was currently looking at her phone, and she didn’t even notice the sudden stop.

Uma furrowed her brow at Audrey, and Audrey, in the midst of covering her eyes in mortification, pointed at Jane. Mal and Evie stopped with Uma, picking up on this exchange, and they all turned their gaze to Jane who was now walking in front of the group. Evie’s jaw dropped and Mal’s eyes looked as if they might fall out of her head as they took in the sight. Uma just raised an eyebrow as she watched the girl.

However, after a moment, she smirked and spoke up.

“Hey, moonglow, did you forget something?” Uma questioned, laughing a bit in spite of herself, and Jane stopped after a moment, looking back at the lot of them. She was confused for a moment before she finally seemed to realize that Uma was talking to her. Jane furrowed her brow as she turned to face Uma, looking down at the front of her dress.

“No… I don’t think so,” Jane replied with a slight smile, and Uma just grinned evilly in return. Jane then continued ahead of the other girls, going into Evie’s starter castle.

“Oh, my gosh, Jane wears thongs,” Evie murmured underneath her breath, gaping at the other girl as if her eyes were branded to that one place. Mal rolled her eyes, and tried her best not to look at the other girl walking ahead of them that was missing essential parts of her underwear.

“And that’s my dress that’s cut!” Evie cried, her voice only a tiny bit louder as she squeaked. Mal chanced a small glance at the top of the dress, before looking back at her best friend that was still completely frozen in horror.

“It looks like it. Did you make her thongs, too?” Mal questioned with her voice hushed, and Uma suddenly leaned in, catching onto the tails of the conversation.

“And after you told me you wouldn’t make me any?!” Uma questioned accusingly, and Evie gaped at Uma before returning her horrified gaze to Jane.

“No, I didn’t make her any!” Evie replied quickly, and Mal shook her head, realizing that Evie was still unable to stop staring at Jane.

“Evie, stop staring!” Mal whispered to the bluenette, and Evie worked her hardest to rip her gaze from the horror right in front of her. Evie’s eyes were exceedingly wide, and she felt completely and utterly mortified as well as disgusted.

“I’m sorry! I’m just so violated right now on so many levels!” Evie squeaked and Evie took hold of Mal’s shoulders, guiding her around so that she was in front of Evie. Evie ducked down a bit behind Mal at that moment, trying to hide from the frightening sight that she had just witnessed.

They all made their way inside, Audrey nearly running into the doorway in her attempts to cover her eyes, and Uma keeping up a constant giggle storm as she unashamedly took multiple pictures on her iPhone.

Jane finally turned to the girls as she stopped beside one of Evie’s dining chairs, and Uma wasted no time in placing her hands behind her back swiftly, trying to look innocent. Evie raised her head a bit from her hiding place behind Mal, and Mal tried to muster the slightest of smiles, despite the fact that she definitely did not feel like smiling about Jane’s particular predicament. Audrey peeked out from behind her hand and swiftly put a hand over her mouth as she crossed her other arm underneath her opposite elbow, trying desperately to look casual.

“What is going on with you four?” Jane questioned, looking quite disturbed by the lot of them, and Uma shook her head with a smile.

“Hey, are you feeling a bit like you’re, umm… I don’t know… Walking on air?” Uma questioned with an enormous, evil grin, and Mal mentally facepalmed as Evie finally came out from behind Mal, standing beside the shorter girl.

“Walking on air?”

“You know… Set it all free? Let it go? Can’t hold it back anymore?” Uma asked, and Jane just stared at all of them as if they had lost their minds. Jane shook her head a bit before pulling her chair out and readying herself to sit down. Everyone’s eyes widened as they realized that the other girl was soon going to figure out precisely what was going on with everybody.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you guys, but I really wish you’d tell me,” Jane expressed before sitting down in the wood chair.

Jane’s eyes suddenly bugged out of her head a bit as she looked around awkwardly. Jane reached down slowly, reaching beneath her behind where it was touching the chair seat.

The fairy then shot up from her chair like a flash, turning around swiftly as she tried to see the seat of her pants behind her.

Audrey had reclused back behind her hand, Mal was pinching the bridge of her nose, and Uma was subtly videoing the entire thing. Evie was just gaping at Jane in horror and disgust, her head moving sideways as she watched her spin around. Mal just reached up carefully, laying a hand over Evie’s eyes.

Jane finally froze, her face looking quite pale indeed as she gaped at the girls. Her eyes finally settled on Uma’s phone that was held out in front of her, videoing her still, and her eyes went even wider as she turned white as a sheet.

“Smile, you’re on candid camera,” Uma pointed out with a wicked smile, and Jane wobbled a bit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she lost all semblances of balance.

And she then promptly passed out, falling on the floor.

They all watched the girl for a moment before Mal shook her head, pulling herself from her gaping. Mal squeezed Evie’s arm fondly before starting forward.

“Come on, E, let’s get her a fresh change of clothes and take her to your bedroom so she can change,” Mal told the other girl, and Evie followed along easily, taking one of Jane’s arms as they readied themselves to drag her. Uma approached them, her phone at the ready.

“You guys think you could turn her over? I need a good shot for future blackmail and embarrassment,” Uma explained, laughing evilly, and the two best friends shook their heads.

“Uma, I think you’ve gotten plenty of footage for today. Besides, if we turned her over, Evie probably wouldn’t be able to stop staring.”

“M! Have you ever seen anything so frightening and disgusting that you just can’t look away?! Like it’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever seen, but you can’t stop staring! It was like Medusa, and it turned me to stone, my eyes frozen in place,” Evie told them desperately, and Mal couldn’t help but snort in response to Evie’s ridiculous, very imaginative way of telling things.

“Man, you know, I didn’t have a clue that Jane, the most innocent of all of us, wore thongs!” Uma announced, cackling as she watched Mal and Evie drag the fairy down the hall.

“Very few people do,” Audrey informed the pirate, and Uma’s gaze snapped to Audrey.

“What--- you mean you knew she wore thongs? And you didn’t tell me?!” Uma demanded, and Audrey shook her head, sighing.

“Yes, I live with her in the dorms at Auradon Prep. There’s some things that you just know when you’re living with someone,” Audrey informed Uma, and Uma shook her head in amazement.

They sat down at Evie’s dinner table, waiting for the other two girls to return as they talked. Finally, Evie and Mal came back, and they joined Uma and Audrey.

“Y’all get her set up?” Uma inquired, and the two best friends nodded.

“Yeah, we did. Evie’s scarred for life, though. I haven’t had time to decide if I am yet. I’ve seen so much in one day that I’ve got to process it all before I make the final verdict,” Mal pointed out, and Uma nodded with a slight chuckle before suddenly looking more serious.

“So, what do you propose we do about our guys?” Uma asked, primarily looking at Mal as she spoke, and Audrey nodded in agreeance, watching Mal as well. From her position beside Mal, Evie looked to the shorter girl hopefully, reaching over and taking Mal’s hand in her own.

Mal squeezed Evie’s hand in her own absently, considering the entire ordeal carefully as they sat there in silence.

After a few minutes, Mal looked back at all of them, her eyes glinting with that dangerous glowing green that all three of the others knew to beware.

“Let’s give them a taste of their own medicine.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Hey, guys, let’s each text the girls!” Jay suggested with a devilish smile, pausing the video game that they were currently all engrossed with to look at the other boys.

Harry’s eyes lit up with a familiar evil, insane glint, and Gil, as usual, was excited to do anything with the other guys. Carlos looked interested in that boyishly mischievous sort of way that he had. However, Ben seemed as if he was unsure of the entire situation, but he had a small smile on his face.

Jay grinned, and they all withdrew their phones. Harry started to text Uma with Gil looking over his shoulder eagerly and Jay as well as Ben began texting their respective girls.

“I’m going to get Eves and Jane,” Carlos informed them, and Jay nodded slightly.

They each asked the girls varying expressions of questions pertaining to how they were, and they leaned back against the couch, all of them except Ben chuckling to themselves.

“Boy, oh, boy. I bet Foxy nearly crapped her pants this morning when she found the soap I left her,” Jay informed the other guys, laughing wickedly, and Carlos nodded emphatically.

“And I bet Uma really liked the whole poop in her shoe deal! I think Dude’s shaved butt bettered his aim, because he nailed that target,” Carlos grinned, reaching down and scratching the dog’s head, and Dude panted happily.

“Evie’s wheels were super fun to take off, though,” Gil piped up, looking at his partner in crime, and Harry nodded evilly, his eyes glowing with mischief. They all looked to Ben, noticing that he hadn’t said anything yet, and the young king shook his head.

“Well, I did find some enjoyment in tying Serge to Mal’s side of the bed. But I’m not so sure I’m going to enjoy what happens when she figures out it was me,” Ben told them, looking somewhat nervous, and Jay just laughed at the other boy. However, Harry seriously considered this statement, thinking of how his captain might react to the prank regardless of who was actually behind her individual one.

“But there’s one thing I didn’t get,” Carlos trailed off, pursing his lips in thought. Jay tilted his head, looking at the other boy curiously.

“Why did me and you cut a big patch out of the back of Jane’s dress?” Carlos asked the former thief, and Jay’s face lit up in an odd, secretive smirk.

“You don’t wanna know,” Jay informed him.

“Well, I don’t know, man, I kinda need to know these things. And why do you know whatever it is but I don’t?! She’s my girlfriend!” Carlos questioned somewhat accusingly as he furrowed his brow at the other boy.

“Audrey told me,” Jay informed him, and Carlos scrunched his nose, not sure what exactly that was supposed to mean.

But he didn’t have much time to contemplate that idea before the boys’ phones started to go off.

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here!” Jay announced, and they all examined the screens on their smartphones with looks varying from mild fear--- largely on Ben’s part--- and wicked excitement.

However, their expressions of happiness quickly dropped, and they all looked disappointed. Ben, on the other hand, just looked infinitely more terrified.

“Audrey says that her morning’s been fine,” Jay pointed out, and all of the other boys nodded.

“Yeah, that’s essentially what Evie told me. Jane hasn’t even read the message I sent to her,” Carlos pointed out, and Harry shrugged.

“Uma said tha’ they ‘ad a wild night and ended up passin’ out from exhaustion on Evie’s bed,” Harry informed them, his eyes reflecting his pure unhappiness with the lack of rection that he had received from his captain.

“And Mal says that they’re going to be spending another night at Evie’s place if that’s okay with us,” Ben added, looking quite nervous indeed.

“Guys, this isn’t good,” Ben informed them, and Jay raised an eyebrow.

“How so?” Jay asked, and Ben shook his head worriedly.

“You know they had to have run into at least most of our pranks. Something’s up if they’re being this calm about it,” Ben informed them, and Harry sat up a bit straighter, nodding emphatically.

“Kingy’s right. Mal and Uma don’t take things lyin’ down, ye know,” Harry explained, and the two shared a wise nod. Jay furrowed his brow, thinking about this for a moment.

“Hmm… Maybe we should keep our guards up,” Jay told them, and the other boys nodded in agreeance.

And so that’s what they proceeded to do for the rest of that day.

However, to their utter and complete surprise, the girls didn’t do anything to them at all, so by the end of the night, they had mostly written off the need to be cautious and instead assured themselves that the girls would likely try to strike when they came back from spending the night at Evie’s place.

But this peace was simply not meant to be.

“Florian? Hey, Florian? Wake up,” a voice sounded off nearby Ben’s bed, and Ben drowsily came out of unconsciousness.

“Wh--- huh?” Ben questioned, before almost squealing upon realizing that some tall figure was standing by his bed.

It was early morning, and the rays of sunlight were just barely peeking in to expose to Ben the face of his very own father-in-law. Hades stood there beside his bed, looking down at him with a solemn expression. Ben jumped a bit, reaching over and turning on his lamp as he stared at the god of the Underworld.

“Hades! Umm… What can I do for you?” Ben asked politely, making sure that he was on his best behavior. After all, this was his wife’s father, and he wanted to impress him if he possibly could.

Hades looked at the boy for a long time before drawing his lips in a tight line.

“I’m sorry, but it’s your time,” Hades expressed carefully, shaking his head, and Ben just gaped at him blankly. He had no idea what the god meant by his time, and he hated to look like a complete moron, but he found that he had to ask.

“My time?”

“It’s your time,” Hades informed him, and actually looked as if he felt sorry for the boy. Ben furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what he thought his time was.

“What’s my time?” Ben asked, and Hades sighed.

“You know. The time that I come to collect your soul. The end of your time on this Earth. The beginning of your time in a new world,” Hades informed him, looking genuinely regretful as he stood there before the boy.

Ben’s eyes widened as his heart practically stopped. He didn’t even realize that he was nearly hyperventilating until he started to try to speak.

“Wh-wh-what?! I’m… I’m dying?!”

“Yes. You’re about to be dead, actually,” Hades informed him, his hands folded in front of him, and Ben shook his head quickly in negation, completely panicking as he sat up in his bed.

He didn’t want to die. He had so much to live for. His kingdom, his parents, a future with Mal. There was no way that he could die this suddenly. He thought he was in his prime, doing excellently.

“Aren’t I in perfect health?!” Ben questioned, and Hades raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a bit.

“I suppose. Sometimes these things just happen, though,” Hades informed the boy somewhat sadly. Ben held his head in his hands, freaking out but quickly released his head in favor of staring at Hades hopefully.

“Please, is there anything I can do?!” Ben inquired, his eyes filling a bit with unshed tears. This was all just so sudden.

“No, Florian. I’m sorry. When it’s your time,” Hades sucked in a breath, shrugging, “it’s your time. There’s not much you can do about it.

“So you kind of just have to put your head between your knees and kiss your butt goodbye,” Hades finished with an apologetic expression, and Ben shook his head, very much in denial.

“Can I get a doctor? A surgeon? Anyone to help?!” Ben demanded desperately, and Hades sighed deeply.

“Look, kid. I’m sorry.”

“Surely you can do something! You’re the god of the Underworld! Can’t you do anything at all?!” Ben pleaded, looking to Hades as the tears actually did start to come down his face. Hades furrowed his brow in thought, staying silent for a long time.

After a few moments, Hades’s light blue-green gaze returned to that of Ben’s with a strange expression.

“There is one thing that I can do,” Hades told him shortly.

“What?! Please! I don’t want to die!” Ben cried as he leaned forward, watching Hades as if the god was his lifeline. Of course, at this point, he was.

“I can put off the inevitable for one day. It’s not a policy that I like to use, because it’s ordinarily very against the rules of Underworld management. But in this special case, because you are the king, it can be used,” Hades explained, and Ben nodded eagerly.

“Of course, of course! Oh, thank you, thank you!!!” Ben expressed, jumping up from his place in bed and hugging Hades quickly against his better judgement.

Hades just stood there stiffly, and Ben suddenly realized precisely what he had done. Ben jumped backward, releasing the god as he stood there.

“Don’t do that again. Or I will revoke the policy,” Hades informed him, pointing a finger at the boy, and Ben nodded, keeping his arms at his side. Hades then turned and exited the room. Ben shook his head swiftly, scrambling for his phone.

He dialed the number swiftly, and he waited a few moments, hoping and praying that the person would answer the phone.

Finally, someone answered, and Ben started.

“Hello, could I get a doctor or someone to come to the king’s castle? I have an emergency.”

Meanwhile, in a different part of the castle, someone else was about to have a phone call as well. However, it was going to be of a much different nature than that of Ben’s.

Carlos squinted, rolling over in bed as he reached over to the phone that was ringing irritatingly and constantly. He grabbed it carefully, checking the caller ID. It didn’t seem to be anyone he knew, but he guessed that he’d try it anyway. It could be someone from school.

“Hello?” Carlos drowsily questioned, and to his complete and utter horror, a voice that he hadn’t heard in about two or three years rang out in his ear.

“Carlos?! Carlos?! Is this Carlos?!”

“Mom!!!” Carlos yelped, immediately wide awake as he shivered a bit in terror.

“Oh, it is you!” Carlos’s eyes widened in unadulterated terror. How had she gotten his number? And how had she figured out how to call anyone?

“H-how did you get this number?!” Carlos cried, horrified by the entire ordeal.

“Oh, um… I got it from the phone book, of course!” the voice informed him as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. Carlos shook his head, scared out of his skin.

“What do you want?!”

“Carlos, that’s no way to speak to your mother!” the woman scolded, and Carlos shivered, completely terrified.

“But I want my boy back!” she expressed, and Carlos stopped shivering just a bit, allowing himself to hope that maybe, just maybe she had changed more than he thought.

“Really?” Carlos finally questioned, risking hoping.

“Well, of course! I need someone to keep up the house! It’s fallen into such a dreadful state!” she told him, and Carlos groaned. He realized that he couldn’t give in to her. Besides, he was living far, far away from her now, and she likely didn’t even know where precisely.

“I’m not your housekeeper. Hire someone, because I’m not doing it. Not anymore,” Carlos stood up to her boldly, and she was deathly silent for a long moment. Carlos immediately regretted his statement, feeling his stomach drop to his feet.

“Oooh, Carlos… I guess Mother’s just going to have to come and get you at the king’s castle,” she informed him, and Carlos’s mouth immediately went dry as he blubbered, moving his mouth but with no sound coming out.

“See you soon, Carlos!” she told him before hanging up suddenly. Carlos’s eyes went wide, and he tried to resist his first instinct to dive underneath the bed.

He thought for a moment, and ultimately decided that there was only one real option. He needed to get Jay, Mal, and Evie. Carlos gathered his things in terror, grabbing Dude on his way out. The dog had been asleep before Carlos grabbed him, and the dog jumped a bit in surprise as Carlos snatched him.

“Carlos?! What’s going on?!” Dude cried, and Carlos shook his head.

“We’ve got to get Jay and the girls!” Carlos cried, and Dude didn’t ask any more questions as the boy rushed through the halls in a panic.

As they rushed along, they suddenly heard a girl-like squeal, and Carlos furrowed his brow, stopping in front of Harry, Uma, and Gil’s place. He shared a glance with the dog, and knocked on the door.

“Hey? Is everything okay in there?!” Carlos asked, attempting to control his initial urge to run directly to Jay’s room so that he could properly check on the two boys.

“’ELP ME!!!! IT’S GONNA BLOODY KILL ME!!!” a shriek sounded off that was definitively Harry’s, despite its high pitch, and Carlos barged into the room.

He ran for Harry’s room, opening the door quickly, and he spotted the one and only Harry Hook standing on top of his headboard in terror, staring at something down on his bed.

“What is---”

“Where’s Gil? Gil’s a better fit for this particular, eh, job! Yes, job that I need taken care of!” Harry told the boy, not taking his eyes off of whatever was sitting there on the bed. Carlos stepped closer, trying to figure out what was going on. The de Vil boy then spotted some movement on the bed, and Harry jerked from his place on the headboard.

“HELP ME!!! Wee Laddy, get it, get it, get it! It’s the largest bloody thing tha’ I’ve e’er seen!” Harry cried desperately, and Carlos stepped closer to the bed. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the giant spider on the bed. It was the true definition of a tarantula, and it had all of the large legs and the hairy body.

“Woah, that’s huge!’

“See, I ain’t whistlin’ Dixie, do somethin’ about it!” Harry cried, his eyes as large as saucers as he stared at the arachnid on the bed.

Carlos looked around fearfully, trying to find something that might work. He quickly spotted a nearby shoebox and he made a mad dash for it. He took it and used its lid to quickly throw the spider down into it.

Harry pulled off a full-body shiver, still standing and hanging onto the wall.

“Okay, you can get down now. I’ve gotta go! See you later!” Carlos told the Hook boy, turning and starting out of the room. Harry was quickly behind the de Vil boy, and Carlos eyes snapped to Harry’s form in an unspoken question. Harry just shrugged nonchalantly with a smirk.

“Oi, jus’ thought I’d come with ye, eh? Sound good? Good,” Harry nodded, not waiting to hear Carlos’s answer as he barged out of the door. Carlos rolled his eyes, but hurried after him, not wasting time as they left the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

At that moment, Gil woke up, furrowing his brow as he heard the door slam.

“Huh… I wonder who that was?” Gil questioned to himself a bit groggily. He rubbed his eyes carefully, and suddenly heard his stomach rumbling. He looked down at his belly and he grinned.

“Oh… I’m hungry. Let’s get some breakfast,” Gil told himself, patting his stomach and getting out of bed. He headed over to the door, reaching out to turn the doorknob. However, it would not open at all. It was completely stuck.

Gil furrowed his brow.

“Uh… Harry?! Harry?!” Gil called, and there was no response. To the boy’s fear, there seemed to be no one there, and the door still wasn’t opening. Gil started yanking at the door more furiously but to no avail.

Gil’s eyes widened as he realized that he was trapped. Gil’s biggest fear was being left alone, and being trapped was just adding to it significantly. Gil’s eyes widened as he tried to figure out what to do.

He shook the doorknob a bit, staring at the door before banging on it desperately.

“LET ME OUT!!!”

But the other boys were blissfully unaware of Gil’s situation.

In fact, Jay was only just waking up.

Jay stretched somewhat, barely opening his eyes, and he furrowed his brow as he realized that his face was covered in hair.

“What the---” Jay grabbed at the hair carefully, pulling it from his face. To his utmost confusion and horror, the hair came off from his face in chunks. Jay furrowed his brow, starting to breathe a bit hard as he realized that it was brown hair that seemed to have come from his head.

Jay looked around him, and there on the pillow was a ton of long brown hairs lying there. His eyes widened and he picked up the strands, freaking out. Where had all of his hair gone? All of his long hair had completely disappeared.

Jay’s long hair was his pride and joy, and it was quite possibly his favorite attribute. He shook his head swiftly and noticed that there was no long hair falling down into his face.

Jay swung his head hard, trying to fling his hair over his shoulder. To his horror, there was no hair to fling. Jay’s hands shook a bit as he reached up and touched his head.

“No. No, no, no, no!” Jay cried, hopping up from the bed in the midst of pure panic. He made a mad dash for the mirror, and his eyes widened as he realized that his hair appeared to be simply pulled back.

Jay narrowed his eyes, leaning his head to the side, and he swiftly noticed that his hair was pulled back in a bun. Jay turned back and look at the bed, seeing all of the loose hair. Jay looked at his head closely, and realized that all of his hair seemed to be present.

Which would mean that someone wanted him to think that he had lost his hair. He immediately realized what had happened.

The girls had definitely not been over the boys’ pranks.

Suddenly, Jay heard a banging at the door. Jay turned in that direction, and as soon as he did, Carlos came barging in.

“What’s up?” Jay asked, immediately noticing how panicked that Carlos looked and how it was likely as a result of something the girls must have done.

“Oh, it’s terrible, man, it’s terrible!” Carlos cried, and Harry suddenly came in behind the de Vil boy. Jay narrowed his eyes at the sight of the pirate.

“What’s he doing here?” Jay asked curiously, and Carlos looked back at Harry before continuing in his nervous ranting.

“Oh, he came with me after there was this giant spider in his room, and he---”

“I ‘ad to get a shovel!” Harry quickly interjected, and Jay raised an eyebrow. “Ye know, ‘cuz ‘twas so big and I massacred it so badly that I’m gonna ‘ave to bury it in the backyard.”

Jay eyed him skeptically, but turned his attentions to Carlos, deciding he would deal with Harry later. It seemed that Harry had ended up on the bad end of a prank as well if his nervousness about the mentioning of the spider was anything to go by.

“What is it, Carlos?” Jay asked, trying to get an answer out of his little brother.

“It’s my mom! She knows I’m living here, and she somehow got my phone number!” Carlos cried, and Jay sighed, mostly confident of who he thought had actually called Carlos.

“It sounded like your mom?”

“Bro, I know my mom’s voice when I hear it,” Carlos informed him, nervously petting Dude, and Jay’s suspicions were confirmed. It logically could not be Cruella that had called Carlos, and if it sounded just like her, Jay knew it had to have been Mal. Mal was a master at impressions and had proved herself multiple times.

“Carlos, do you remember when me, you, and the girls were all messing around and trying to do impressions of various people?” Jay asked, and Carlos nodded nervously.

“Well, of course, but what does that have to do with anything?!” Harry raised an eyebrow at the shorter boy as he passed him, heading further into the room as he examined the items inside. Jay’s gaze shifted to the son of Hook, and he mentally noted to keep a close eye on him just in case.

“Okay, so do you also remember that one that Mal did last?” Jay questioned, hoping that he could jog the boy’s memory. Carlos was exceedingly intelligent, but sometimes his fear got the better of him and he forgot some basic logic that was required to get from point A to point B.

“Yeah, my---” Carlos froze, realizing exactly what Jay was hinting at. Carlos furrowed his brow, looking at the former thief.

“No… They wouldn’t… Did they?” Carlos questioned, and Jay shrugged.

“I woke up with a setup that made it look like my hair was cut off,” Jay explained to him, and Carlos nodded slowly.

“Oh, and I guess that’d explain why Harry got the spider and was screaming like such a little girl!” Carlos announced, and Harry’s eyes widened as he realized what the de Vil boy had exposed. Jay smirked, looking at Harry somewhat smugly and Harry shook his head swiftly.

“Oi, that ‘twasn’t me, ‘twas me ringtone! Aye, aye, ye see, I get to hear screams every time someone calls me!” Harry defended himself desperately, but knew the damage was already done.

“Do you think they got Ben and Gil, too?” Carlos asked, and Jay shrugged, giving Harry one last lingering glance before withdrawing his phone.

“There’s one way to find out,” Jay told them before dialing Ben’s number and pressing the call button. Jay leaned against his desk, waiting for the other boy to pick up.

Surprisingly, it only took a moment, and Ben sounded as if he were in a sheer panic.

“Jay, Jay, hello?! Is that you?!” Ben almost hysterically demanded, and Jay’s eyes widened. What had the girls done to Ben?

“Yeah, it’s me. What’s up, man?”

“Nothing good, nothing at all good! It’s my time, dude, it’s my time!!!” Ben wailed, sounding almost as if he were crying. Jay was immediately uncomfortable, not knowing how to deal with this.

“What do you mean your time?” Jay asked, trying to get clarification surrounding Ben’s situation.

“It’s my time to die!” Ben informed him, and Jay raised an eyebrow, holding the phone out from his ear as he winced slightly. Ben had told him this so loudly that Harry and Carlos had actually heard it from a few feet away, and the other two boys stared at Jay strangely. Jay just shrugged.

“Who told you this?”

“Hades did! And he’s an expert on these kinds of things, so he’s probably right! If it’s my time, it’s my time!” Ben explained, breathing heavily, and Jay nodded slowly, rolling his eyes. It was just as he had suspected. Mal had asked her dad to scare the living daylights out of Ben in retaliation for the entire dog by her bedside trick.

“Oh, I’m so glad you called! Do you happen to be around Mal? She isn’t answering my calls, and I’m sort of panicking just a little bit!!!” Ben cried, and Jay sighed, smiling slightly at the ridiculousness of his brother-in-law.

“Just a wee bit?” Harry questioned, making fun of the young king, and Jay decided to explain to Ben what was going on.

“Ben? Hey, dude, listen to me. This a trick that Mal pulled to get back at you after the whole dog thing,” Jay explained, and Ben went quiet for a moment.

“Wh--- You think so? Really?!” Ben questioned hopefully, and Jay nodded.

“Yeah, I do. You see, Harry woke up with a spider in his bed---”

“’Twas a tarantula!” Harry piped up, throwing in his account of the ordeal.

“Well, you know, a spider, and Carlos got a threatening call from his mother who doesn’t know his phone number. I woke up thinking all my hair was gone, and it turned out that there was just cut hair all over my pillow, bed, and face so I’d think my hair was missing,” Jay explained carefully, hoping the other boy would calm down.

“Oh… Oh, oh! That’s a relief! Oh, phew, I thought I was going to die, Jay!!!” Ben told him joyously, laughing a bit at the end of his exclamation.

“No kidding,” Carlos sarcastically commented, and Jay just grinned in response to his brother, but tried to keep his smile away and out of his voice so Ben wouldn’t think that he was laughing at him.

“But… You only said what happened to you, Harry, and Carlos. What happened to Gil?” Ben questioned somewhat worriedly, and Jay furrowed his brow.

“I don’t know. We’ll meet you up at your study, and we’ll swing by to see what Gil’s up to on our way. We need to cling together. There’s no telling what their next trick might be,” Jay told him, and they exchanged goodbyes before hanging up.

Jay nodded to the other boys, and they hurried down the hall, heading for Uma, Gil, and Harry’s place.

Before long, they were inside the apartment, and they reached Gil’s door, realizing it was locked. Jay furrowed his brow, hearing what sounded like somewhat panicked breathing. Jay unlocked the door, pushing at it carefully, and he quickly realized that Gil must have been sitting behind it.

“Yo, Gil? Hey, dude, move,” Jay spoke, and Gil suddenly jumped to his feet, moving out of the way of the door. Jay opened it the rest of the way and Gil had a giant smile on his face as he leapt forward.

“Jay! Harry! Carlos! You guys are here!!!” Gil cried, and Jay nodded, a bit weirded out, but glad that the boy wasn’t completely traumatized.

“Oh, my goodness, I’ve been locked in there for ages! I had so many things I needed to say!”

“Like, ‘oh, my gosh, I’m stuck!’ and ‘I need to get out of here!’ and ‘I’m gonna starve to death!’ and ‘I really wish I could kiss Evie!’ and ‘Maybe I could go out with Evie and get some food for us!’” Gil started running his mouth constantly, and Carlos and Jay shared an unimpressed grin as the four headed out, Gil quickly behind them. First of all, Gil’s incessant blabbering was already getting annoying, and second, Jay knew how Evie would feel about Gil and his hopeless dreams of dating Evie. Evie would probably fall onto the floor and flop around like a fish if she even thought about it.

“Y’know, I’m beginning to think we should’ve kept him locked in there,” Carlos murmured under his breath. Jay chuckled at that comment, ruffling the de Vil boy’s hair.

After what felt like forever as a result of Gil’s chatter, they finally reached Ben’s study. Ben was sitting there on one of the couches, looking very nervous as he jumped when they entered the room.

“Oh, it’s just you guys. Good, good,” Ben breathed out in relief, and the other four boys plopped down on the couches, relaxing as they sighed deeply.

“You know, we really shouldn’t have started this whole thing,” Ben finally expressed after a few moments, and Harry was just about to agree with him before Carlos suddenly piped up, Dude in his arms.

“Oh, yes, we should have! Uma shaved Dude’s butt!” Carlos cried, and Jay just sighed deeply, thinking seriously on the entire thing.

“Guys, I don’t think we were unjustified in this fight. The girls attacked our video games---”

“And my dog’s dignity!” Carlos added. Jay nodded to the boy in agreeance with his statement.

“In fact, I think that the girls should apologize to us for causing such a ruckus and scaring us all so badly,” Jay informed them all.

“As if that’s gonna ‘appen. The day that Uma and Mal come in here with an apology’ll be the day tha’ pigs fly,” Harry informed them sarcastically, and the other boys chuckled a bit in response to the pirate.

“Hey, guys? Are you in here?” Mal’s voice rang out, and Ben nearly jumped off of the couch in the midst of his pure terror. The other boys just turned to look at the girls that had come into the room.

There before them were Mal, Evie, Uma, Audrey, and Jane.

“We came to apologize,” Mal expressed, and all of the boys gaped at them in pure shock.

The two groups just stared at one another for a long moment, but they were pulled from their shocked staring when Gil got up and headed over to the window nearby his and Harry’s seat, gazing out of it curiously.

“What is he doing?” Uma questioned, narrowing her eyes at Gil.

“Oh, I’m looking for the flying pigs!” Gil informed her, and Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of Gil’s vest and pulling him back down into his seat.

The boys then resumed in gaping at the girls. After a moment of studying the group, Jay realized that Audrey looked to have the slightest hints of blackness on her face and her complexion was redder than usual. He strongly suspected that she had gotten into his soap, which made it even stranger that she was so willing to forgive him and the other guys. He shared a glance with the boys, signaling them to be on their guard.

“So… You came to apologize?” Carlos finally asked confusedly, and Audrey nodded, stepping up as she looked at the boys with a sweet smile on her face.

“Yes, we did. In case you haven’t figured it out, it was us that pranked you guys,” Audrey explained, and the boys all expressed varying forms of agreement, all of them well aware that the girls had tricked them.

“We were doing it to get revenge for what you did to us,” Uma continued, and Harry in particular nodded, knowing how his captain was about getting even.

“But we started thinking and we realized that we were really capitalizing on your worst fears, and that we had overall been very harsh on you guys with the pranking and what we said before,” Evie told them, her brown eyes shining with that bedazzling glow of care that was so characteristic of her.

“So, we made you guys a cake,” Jane spoke up, and left the room to bring in a large chocolate cake decorated with white frosting, a knife and forks on the side of the cake plate and plates for the boys stacked underneath the cake plate.

The boys immediately felt their stomachs rumble. After all, they hadn’t had anything to eat so far that morning, and besides, chocolate cake was their weakness.

“We hope you can forgive us,” Mal finished, and all of the girls offered them their most sweet and winning looks. The boys were heavily tempted by the cake, but Jay knew they couldn’t give in that quickly.

“Now, wait a minute. This thing doesn’t have any raw eggs or some kind of foreign objects like that in it, does it?” Jay questioned skeptically, and Ben nodded with him, terrified of what Mal could possibly do to the lot of them.

All of the girls shook their heads.

“No. No raw eggs or foreign objects,” Jane expressed. “I should know. I made it.”

The boys looked at one another, finding it nigh impossible to resist the prospect of a good chocolate cake.

“Okay… We’ll take it,” Jay told them, and he stood up, taking it from them carefully. He then carefully sat it down on the coffee table. The five girls went to go and sit down on the empty couch that no boys were resting on, and they gazed at their guys sweetly.

Jay watched them skepitcally, and then handed the knife to Ben.

“Here, Ben, you cut it,” Jay told him, and Ben furrowed his brow, definitely not wanting to accidentally slice into whatever foreign object that despite their words, he was sure the girls had probably put in it.

However, Ben eventually did start to very carefully and slowly slice big pieces of cake for each of the boys. To his surprise, it seemed to be completely free of any tricks. Ben raised his eyebrows in surprise and handed each of the guys their slices.

They all silently eyed one another before taking a very small, tentative bite of the cake on their plates. That is, except for Gil. Gil simply just dove into his cake, forgoing all worries about potential traps.

“Huh. Tastes just like a chocolate cake to me!” Carlos pointed out before taking several more big bites of his cake. The other boys watched Carlos and Gil, and after nothing had happened, they started to dig into theirs as well.

Carlos grinned widely, greatly enjoying the cake. However, after a moment, he looked up at Uma with a slightly more serious expression.

“This might cover all that stuff you did to us and said about our video games, but this doesn’t work for shaving my dog’s butt,” Carlos informed Uma. Uma just narrowed her eyes at him and set her jaw, suddenly looking exceedingly dangerous. Carlos’s eyes widened and he immediately apologized, turning his attentions back to his cake slice.

“Don’t push your luck, de Vil,” Uma warned shortly before looking a bit more at ease, relaxing between Audrey and Mal.

Before long, the boys finished their cake pieces. Ben felt immensely relieved that the girls seemed to have not held a grudge. Carlos was pleased with the fact that Uma had actually apologized. Gil and Harry were very happy with the entire turn of events, and they licked their lips, trying to collect any chocolate they could have missed. Jay burped suddenly, covering his mouth with a fist as he smiled in satisfaction.

“Ah… That was good,” Jay complimented, and the girls just beamed, glancing at the members of their group before looking back at the boys.

“We’re glad you liked it,” Jane expressed with a proud smile, and Carlos grinned back at her, thankful that Jane loved him so much. She hadn’t even rigged the cake, despite the fact that she could have.

“So… Do you forgive us?” Audrey questioned hopefully, and Jay pretended to think for a moment before nodding easily.

“Yeah. That was so good, you guys more than made up for what you did,” Jay expressed with a large grin, and Audrey smiled widely. Evie puffed up with happiness, wrapping an arm around Mal’s neck as she pulled her sister closer. Uma offered them a genuine smile.

They continued to talk for a little while longer, enjoying spending time as a group once again.

However, before long, the boys noticed something a bit strange. Their stomachs were suddenly hurting really bad and there was a building pressure in their abdomens.

Harry was the first to succumb to the pain, and he subtly bent over in his seat, clutching at his stomach. Uma immediately picked up on the

“What’s wrong, Hook? The cake not setting well with you?” Uma asked much too innocently, and Harry’s eyes widened as it occurred to him that the girls had done something. He didn’t know what, but it was certainly something.

“What did ye do?!” Harry demanded, groaning deeply in pain, and all of the girls suddenly looked very, very sly.

“Oh, nothing much, really,” Uma replied, looking to Jane to start the explanation.

“I made the cake,” Jane told the guys, and Carlos furrowed his brow, unsure of how that demonstrated any badness.

“And while she was doing that, Uma and I found a whole bunch of cute, little pills that we ground up really well, mixed with chocolate and poured into her cake mix. I just can’t remember… What were they called again, Evie? You always remember these things much better than me,” Mal looked to her best friend, lacing her fingers with Evie’s affectionately. Evie looked as if she were thinking for a moment before suddenly having an expression of devious realization.

“Oh! I think they were laxatives, M,” Evie informed them, and the boys’ eyes went wide as they realized precisely what the girls had done to them.

“And then Evie and I decorated the cake beautifully, disguising our little ticking time bomb under a deceivingly chic camouflage,” Audrey finished with a huge, immensely evil grin. Carlos’s eyes went wide as a pain shuddered through him, and he winced.

Well… Jane obviously did not love him that much.

“You said it was an apology cake!!!” Jay cried indignantly.

“Yeah, we’re sorry that you guys started this whole thing,” Uma informed him, cackling evilly, and the boys all groaned and moaned.

“Alright, guys, look, we’re just going to not use the bathroom!” Jay announced, and Ben’s eyes went wide as he shook his head swiftly in negation.

“Are you planning on crapping your britches or something?” Uma questioned, laughing at her own inquiry, and Jay shook his head stubbornly, crossing his arms over his stomach.

However, after only a moment, Ben couldn’t take it anymore, unable to keep up the entire resistance against going to the bathroom.

“Oooh, I’m sorry! I’ve just got to go!” Ben informed them, taking his leave rather speedily to the restroom, walking somewhat stiffly as he hurried off.

“Number one down,” Mal pointed out simply with a smile, turning back to the other guys. At the mere implication of possibly using the bathroom, it made Carlos’s need worse, so after a few moments of putting it off for as long as he could, he shot up.

“You girls are incorrigible, and I’m so not accepting your apology!” Carlos told them before making a mad dash to the restroom that he knew was in the nearby hallway.

“There goes number two,” Jane told them with a slight giggle, and Audrey smirked, meeting Jay’s eyes wickedly.

Jay narrowed his eyes angrily in a challenge, trying to get ahold of his feelings so he could stand up to the girls.

The next one to go was Gil, rushing around and looking about desperately.

“Where do I go, where do I go?!!!” Gil desperately questioned, and Evie smiled, full of sugary sweetness.

“There’s a bathroom eight doors down the hall on the left,” Evie informed him, and Gil took off at the speed of light, panicking as he rushed into the other room.

“And number three,” Evie added on, beaming at Mal and Mal smiled at Evie smugly as they gazed at their last two subjects.

“And then there were two,” Uma shortly told them with a grin.

Harry grimaced, gazing at Uma apologetically.

“I’m sorry fer prankin’ ye girls,” Harry expressed, and Uma just shook her head slowly with a laugh.

“Well, I accept your apology, because I know you’re gonna be a lot more sorry by the time you’re through with your bathroom trips for the day,” Uma expressed her opinion on the subject, and Harry stood up, attempting desperately to keep himself together.

“You suck up,” Jay scolded, and Harry’s eyes flashed dangerously at the former thief. However, his effect was significantly dulled by the flighty, desperate look in his eyes.

“Ye might wanna be suckin’ up, too, Jay-Jay. No tellin’ what they might do next!” Harry announced to him before finally deciding he could not hold it anymore as he made a break for the bathroom that he knew was in a servant’s room nearby.

“Number four’s gone.”

“Now… Our last contestant,” Audrey spoke up, leaning forward a bit as she mimicked Jay’s position, her eyes boring holes into his own.

He narrowed his eyes, a scowl on his face as he glared at her. Audrey simply kept an easygoing smile on her face, and Jay swallowed hard, feeling the need to go to the bathroom starting to override all else.

After a several minutes of just staring at each other, Jay jumped up from his seat, taking off for the door, holding onto his behind as tightly as he could as he ran.

“You girls are terrible!!!” Jay cried as he ran out the door, slamming it behind him.

The girls were quiet for a long moment before they all shared a glance. As soon as they did, they burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

The boys might have started this prank war, but the girls had undoubtedly won it.

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paperwayne · 5 years

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assistance.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” ➡ 43. Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 1,375 words

Warnings: None

“Wow, you’re really taking this health thing seriously, aren’t you?”

“I’m making a commitment, Jason.”

Jason shrugs, perusing the vegetables with a hum as you tear off a plastic bag from the dispenser. One of the cabbages is lucky enough to garner his attention, and he plucks it from its crate, tossing the head up once before catching it and looking over at you.

“Being honest, the last time I saw you cook was last month. You live on Chinese take-out and Taco Time, not salad,” he points out, putting the cabbage down in favor of selecting a plastic container of baby spinach. “This is called spinach. Y’know, the kind Popeye eats to get strong? It actually exists –”

You glare at him, but snatch the package out of his grasp and drop it into the cart anyway. “I know that,” you reply tartly. Some fancy-looking bottle of raspberry vinaigrette soon joins the array of greens. “Don’t be a smartass. What’s the shame in starting now, hm?”

“There’s no shame. I’m just saying that the last time you tried this, we ended up getting milkshakes and chips a week later at two in the morning.”

The defensive scowl on your face slips a little at the memory, but you quickly shake your head. “That was for my mental health during finals. This is now. So are you going to help me out, or what?”

Jason snorts. “As you wish, babe.”

Despite the rough start, the two of you work through the list pretty efficiently. One bag of oatmeal, two bottles of carrot juice, and several arguments about how to sell a tomato-based fruit salad later, you and Jason finally make it through checkout and into your car.

With your several dozen pounds of groceries sitting in the trunk and Jason riding shotgun, you mentally nod to yourself and force the engine on. It takes a couple of tries.

“We should take a trip on my motorcycle sometime,” Jason states as you maneuver out of the cramped parking space, pulling on the recliner handle so he can lean back comfortably. “Just so you can remember what it’s like to ride a functional vehicle.”

As if to punctuate his point, the gearshift sticks when you attempt to shift from reverse to drive, and it takes a moment of jostling before you’re able to move forward. Your friend’s eyes shift over to gaze keenly at you, one eyebrow raised. You merely flick your signal on and grip the steering wheel stubbornly.

“I told you, Jay, I don’t do motorcycles.”

“They’re safe.”

“Like hell. What if I accidentally let go and splat against the asphalt? You gonna scrape me off?”

“You just have to stay close and hold tight,” he says. When you spare a glance his way, skeptic, he winks at you. “C’mon. I’d keep you safe.”

Your mouth opens to let a retort loose, but all that comes out is a half-hearted scoff as you turn into the road and accelerate.

It’s not that you don’t trust Jason, because you do, and maybe a little too much. But your feelings – certain ones, at least – are something you’d rather keep to yourself until they’re quashed, and you don’t think clinging onto him during a night ride, pressed close for hours, will make them go away any sooner.

(Even though the thought of it is so, so very tempting.)

“… And here we are.”

The apartment complex you’re staying in is far from luxurious, but you don’t have the money to complain about it. Finding a vacant spot to park in through some miraculous means, you crawl out of the driver’s seat as Jason unfolds himself from your tiny car and stretches.

Across from you, you spot Andrea unloading her kids from her soccer mom van. One of the little gremlins (and you say it with fondness, since they really are good kids) spots you at the same time and waves erratically.

“Hi!” Hunter shouts, and like a well-oiled machine, the others turn to look at you as well.

You nod and lift a hand in greeting. “Hey, kiddos. Hey, Andrea.”

Andrea greets you tiredly. Her daughter is understandably more energetic and grins back, giggling, before turning her attention to Jason and tilting her head. A chubby finger raises to point at him curiously.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

What.

Oh.

Jason’s reaction is far more composed than yours; he just wraps a heavy arm around your shoulders and gives you a shake. You’re too busy choking on your own spit – boyfriend! – to register the thorough jostling he gifts to your brain. “Good idea, kid. How ‘bout it, [Y/n]? I’ll let you pay for our dinner date.”

“Nice try,” you rasp, pushing his face away. He snickers as you give Hunter an apologetic smile. “He’s just an idiot I picked up on the side of the road. His name is Jason.”

“Oh, okay.”

For some reason, the child accepts your answer as fact, bellowing her goodbye as she and her family head up to their apartment. Once their backs are turned, you shake your head and fix Jason with a withering stare, which is returned with a satisfied shrug.

“Just help me bring the groceries up,” you sigh, popping the trunk open. “Please.”

“Wow, the magic word and everything. You must really want me to confess my love.”

“Please.”

Jason obliges and scoops up several bags with one hand, shutting the trunk after you grab the rest with a grunt.

He somehow takes the lead while the two of you climb the stairs, carelessly slinging his share over his shoulder while you use both hands to lug your bags along. You keep your eyes steadily on his back and away from the open gaps between the steps, acting as if doing so would make the hard concrete several feet below softer.

Halfway up the second flight, he stops and turns to look at you.

“Need help?” he asks.

You grit your teeth and continue trekking upwards, attempting to hide your flustered expression when you peek at his muscular and very capable arms. “No, I’m good.”

“Alright. Suit yourself.”

He resumes walking, this time staying behind you. It’s harder to not look down now, but you carry on, fingers aching.

Not long after reaching the top of the stairs, though, you’re the one that stops.

“What’s up?”

You shift uneasily onto your other foot, avoiding his stare. “… It would help a little,” you begin reluctantly, “if you took some of the bags.” They seem even heavier now. “Just so it’s easier for me to unlock the door when we get to my place.”

“Sure thing,” he replies.

Without further ado he takes all four of your bags and starts heading down the hallway. It takes a second to realize what he’s done, but when you do, you run after him with a vengeance.

“H-Hey!” you scold, struggling to keep up with his quick strides. “I said some of them, not all of them, Jay.”

“Whoops. Must’ve misheard.”

That grin is back on his face. You sigh, exasperated, but it doesn’t stop the edges of your mouth from twitching upwards as well.

Soon enough, you and Jason reach Room 252. Digging your keys out, you pick one out and shove it into the lock. The door opens with a woody creak and the sound of dripping water meets your ears, and you mentally file away the fact that the kitchen faucet is still leaking.

Jason strolls into the kitchen and places your groceries next to that broken sink, looking briefly out the window overlooking the parking lot and then at the pictures on your windowsill before stepping back.

“Well, see ya around.”

You grab his elbow as he walks past you, gnawing the inside of your cheek.

“Hey – uh, I’m testing out a recipe Uncle Alfred lent me,” you say, scratching the back of your neck. “Want to help me out?”

For a moment, he seems to contemplate your offer. That moment is exceedingly short, though; his lips pull into a smirk, and Jason reaches up to pinch your cheek. You make a face at him as he rolls up his sleeves.

“As you wish, sunshine.”

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bluboothalassophile · 4 years

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So bc we’re both forgetful lmao 😂 I’m reminding us about the hellhound puppy that Raven gets as a gift from Luci and all the shenanigans that come with it! Love you! 💕

Hello,

We are forgetful, we keep talking about this! So I do hope you enjoy, with a cameo of Rae’s soon to be familiar, Sylvester from Looney Tunes! =)

Inspired by this Very Handsome, Good Boy!:

Bagheera Licorice Roth the Six Hundred Sixty-Sixth…

Lucifer stood there in Lux, looking over his books when he felt her walk in. His heart stopped and he turned to her with a smile upon his lips.

He was enraptured by her serine beauty once, the beautiful sorrow hidden in the depths of her black eyes. He didn’t tell Maze, but he knew his bonded was aware that there was a time he’d have bonded with Death. And Maze hated that reality, but they both loved Death.

“Hello darling, it has been a while,” Lucifer said as he looked over Death.

Death was dressed in her typical black garb, but with a black skirt rather than her skinny jeans, and she twirled her umbrella as she walked up to him. “Hello Lucifer,” she smiled softly. “It has been a while.”

“Care for a drink, love?” he asked her casually while sending reassurance to his demon through their bond that they were good. He would always be a bit in love with Death, but she was his first love, and from that they had bore a terrible weapon for his father’s war.

“No thank you,” she said as she took a seat at the lounge. “I would like to discuss our grandchild actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I feel that in her vulnerable state she should have protection,” Death said.

“Already taken care of, Maze is currently collecting it from the latest batch as we speak.”

“It?”

“A Hellhound puppy of course, no finer guard in all the realms,” he chuckled.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Maze walked through Bobby Singer’s Salvage Yard with a sack, as she headed for the Bunker’s hidden entrance through a car trunk. It was a good think Luci had moved the bunker, it made it so much easier. Rachel had always returned to the Bunker or the House of Mystery in New Orleans, depending on what mission she was running.

“I’m here!” Maze called out through the massive Bunker. It was still impressive that the Men of Letters; as stagnated as they were, had accumulated this sort of knowledge.

“Hey Maze!” Rachel appeared with a smile, her hair was braided back, and she looked comfortable.

“Just the witch I was looking for!” Maze said as she skipped over to Rae, she had adopted Rae as her grandchild with gusto, she loved this little witch more than she could put into actions. “I have something for you!”

Yanking her sack around she pulled it open and picked up the little, wriggling puppy, which squirmed in her grasp. The little guy looked close to a panther, or a pitbull, sleek and the purest of blacks. So black he looked like a beautiful void with brilliant yellow eyes filled with Hellfire looked around curiously.

“He’s yours!” Maze stated handing the pup to Rachel. She had a soft spot for the Hellhounds, and figured her granddaughter would possess the same fondness.

“Oh my! He’s so cute!” Rachel smiled at the puppy as she held it in her arms.

“That is a Hellhound, from the latest liter Ramsey had, Luci wants you protected,” Maze smiled as the pup took a liking to his new mistress with gusto and was trying to lick her face.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Between her familiar Sylvester; the talking black and white cat who had adopted her when she saved him from his own antics to catch a Tweety-Bird, and the puppy, Rachel found her hands full. She hadn’t quite settled on a name for the Hellhound.

Dean had voted to name it Hell’s Bells, which she had shot down immediately.

Sam thought of Licorice, Jack and Cas both liked that one.

Bobby informed her that it would have to be something terrifying, and not to be too soft on the Hellhound pup or else he wouldn’t be ferocious, but she had also seen Bobby sneaking her puppy bites of steak and sips of beer.

She had ruled out most names, and had started going through literature for ideas. So far the name that seemed to resonate with her and ‘Jay’ was Bagheera.

And Thus… Bagheera Licorice Roth the Six Hundred Sixty-Sixth was named (the Six Hundred Sixty-Sixth was from Clair who wouldn’t leave her puppy alone, calling it the spawn of hell), also he was the six hundredth and sixty-sixth pup Ramsey had birthed according to Lucifer.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Rachel yelped as she was yanked down the street by the hellhound, her familiar wrapped around her throat.

“Bagheera! Slow down!” Rachel pleaded as they ran through New Orleans hunting a ghoul. “Bagheera Licorice STOP!” Rachel screamed as she was dragged into the street in the path of an on coming bus; she was going to die!

~~~*~*~*~~~

They were lounging on the porch of Grimwood’s Finishing School for Ghouls, when the two year old puppy lumbered up with a slobbery tennis ball in his mouth, smoke radiating off his excited form as he did the dog stretch with his butt in the air, tail wagging excitedly.

Rachel sighed as she set her book aside and went to get the tennis ball he was chewing like bubble gum away from him.

He leapt up and enticed her to chase him.

“If you want me to throw it Licorice you have to give it to me!” Rachel tried to reason as she chased the massive Hellhound.

~~~*~*~*~~~

She moaned in pain as she rolled over on her bed and blinked at the greeting of the floor, then looked over her shoulder at Bagheera’s stretched out form, his paws in the air, and Sylvester curled up on his belly.

“How do you always get three quarters of the bed and I wake up looking at the floor?” she asked the dog who had cracked a yellow eye to look at her. His tail thumbed and then the worst stink bomb ever was released which had her gagging and her eyes watering as she yanked at her sheets to cover her nose and mouth.

“Gross! That shouldn’t be legal!” she gasped.

“Should weaponize that but chemical warfare is illegal,” she croaked, scrambling from her bed and running for the door.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #hopes for a bastard universe #hopes for a bastard #raven #bagheera licorice roth 666th #sylvester looney tunes #lucifer morningstar #mazikeen #death the endless

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pennywisethedancingclownofderry · 4 years

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Happy Holidays @give-me-food-and-ninjago !

I was your secret santa partner! I'm sorry that I wasn't able to find the time to familiarise myself with your oc's and I wasn't able to find a way to stick Morro in there anywhere so I hope this will suffice! It's under the cut! (Nevermind I can't figure out how to cut it off sorry everyone)

Thankyou to @coco-jaguar for hosting the event and affording everyone this wonderful opportunity!

Cole peered in through the glass, grimacing when he was forced to wipe away the misting of breath that condensed against the tank’s visage.

“Are you satisfied with your purchase?” Pixal’s voice was cool, yet it held a trace of amusement as the nindroid watched the gecko’s movements alongside him.

“Yeah I am! Look at the little guy!”

The ‘little guy’ in question was currently sleeping inside the faux cave that served as a shelter for the reptile.

“So, what will his name be?” Cole turned to face the android, forehead creased.

“I don’t know really, haven’t thought about it.”

Despite the lack of forethought alluded to in the previous statement, the gecko hadn’t really been a spur of the moment purchase, though it may have seemed like that to the other residents aboard the Destiny’s Bounty. Cole had been considering getting a pet for months and had spent many a late night on his phone, researching pet enclosures and care, hurriedly shoving the phone under a pillow when he heard footsteps patrolling outside the bedroom door.

Luckily, the assorted ninja no longer shared a bedroom, meaning that he didn’t necessarily have to run his plan by the others. However, that wasn’t to say that he had kept his newest acquisition strictly a secret, it wasn’t long after he’d decided on a pet that suited him that a certain curly-haired motor mouth had caught him comparing the prices of tanks on his phone.

‘Pets R’ Us’ was offering a tank for about $90, however ‘Petz Mart’ was offering one of similar specifications, except that it was priced at $150. The only difference? ‘Petz Mart’ had a warranty that lasted about a year longer than its competitor.

A weight landed on his shoulder and Cole jumped as his assailant offered his opinion. “I think you should go with ‘Petz Mart’, can’t beat a longer warranty!” Cole flinched around, staring at his friend’s freckled visage. Jay’s grin split nearly from ear to ear as he watched the earth ninja sputter and choke on his own spit.

“Sooooo, what are you doing? Looking for “Rocky 2 point-“

Cole slammed his hand against the lightning ninja's much maligned 'mouth of lightning' with a hiss. “Shut up!” he glanced about the empty kitchen, concerned that more busybodies would suddenly make themselves known.

He glanced back at his friend and was grateful to find that, as opposed to being offended, Jay seemed to be nothing other than amused. Cole could feel him smirking behind his callused palm and one gingery eyebrow ascended higher and higher up his forehead.

Jay then did the predictable, and utterly disgusting. Licking up the earth ninja’s sweaty palm, the broad grin stretched to near nightmarish lengths, painting his face in a sadistically humourous light.

Cole retrieved his hand with a noise of deep disgust, eyebrows scrunching together.

Jay noticed this movement and couldn’t help but quip, “I’m just saying! I didn’t think you needed any more pets than that lovely pair of caterpillars on your face!”

Said caterpillars then attempted to take their relationship to greater lengths as they pressed further together.

Jay laughed, noticing Cole’s glare. “Oh come on! It’s a joke! What are you doing anyway?” he inquired, not very subtly changing the subject.

Cole sighed. “I’ll tell you if you promise to keep that big mouth of yours shut!”

Jay responded, for once, nonverbally, by miming zipping his lips shut and then, somehow, throwing away the zipper.

“I want to get a pet, okay? I’ve been looking into it lately and a gecko seems like a good fit to me! They sleep a lot and-“

Now it was Jay's turn to physically silence the other. “Okay! Okay? I get it, I don’t need the whole rant.”

Cole turned his eyes downward, “Well isn’t that ironic?”

Jay chose to ignore, or simply didn’t hear the thinly veiled insult. “Sooooooo. . . What are you going to call it?”

Cole blinked back at him. “I don’t know, not yet at least. I’ll figure it out when I meet them.”

And so, Cole’s hypothetical pet remained unnamed, yet even when he did first lay eyes upon the miniscule reptile, still he had no idea what to name him.

Kai was the next to learn about the new acquisition to the ninja family and as he came across the gecko he came up with what he considered to be the most creative and cutting edge among pet names.

“Scales!” he claimed. “Scales is a great name for a lizard!”

Cole frowned, nowadays that seemed to be his default expression. “But we already know a Scales and I don’t think we know him well enough to go naming pets after him!”

Kai nodded, giving his version of what was considered to be understanding. “How about . . . Godzilla, then?”

Cole fixed him with the coldest glare he thought possible. “No.” He stated, steely tone leaving no room for argument.

Zane was the next to come across the gecko, exploring his friend’s room in the hunt for dirty washing.

“Why don’t you name him something with cultural or personal siignificance? Like after the first Spinjitzu master or your father?”

Yet again Cole shook his head. He couldn’t really see any reason to name a lizard after the first Spinjitzu master.

Besides, 'Lou' seemed a stupid name for a gecko.

Nya's take on the situation was just as unhelpful as she attempted to list the unnamed gecko’s physical features as a way of selecting a name for him.

“Spots?” She drummed her callused fingers across the bedside stand Cole had selected to hold the tank.

Cole didn’t even bother to lift his face from where he had mashed it into his pillows, which were luckily softer than those afforded to him on Chen’s island.

“No.”

Nya hummed, peering into the tank.

“Webby?”

Cole frowned. “Webby?” he repeated.

Nya turned and began pointing with her right hand at the junction between finger and thumb on the left.

“You know, like the webbing between your digits.” To emphasise the point the water ninja began to enthusiastically waggle the fingers on both her hands.

Okay, she was definitely doing jazz hands at this point.

Cole groaned. “He’s a leopard gecko, he doesn’t have webbed feet!” he snapped.

Instead of being offended, Nya grinned. “Sorry, not everyone’s a lizard expert, you know?”

She looked back at the tank, peering intently at the gecko, who stared straight back.

Eventually the water ninja was the one to lose the staring contest. Straightening, Nya turned once more to the earth ninja.

“Scales?”

“Your brother already suggested that.”

Nya’s grin flickered as a look of disgust crossed over her features.

“Well, that’s one great mind I don’t want to think alike with.”

Lloyd didn’t so much as offer advice on naming the gecko, but rather sat on Cole’s bed with a book of baby names. The earth ninja had no idea why he had such a thing. When asked Lloyd offered little to no explanation. Stating that he’d bought it for personal reasons.

Of course Cole could respect such a thing, and as such he didn’t question the green ninja any more.

“Aberforth?”

“No.”

“Abraham?”

“No.”

“Adam?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want to call it?”

Cole couldn’t honestly answer. He could only hope that the next person he asked would be more helpful.

“Sensei Wu?”

The old man didn’t offer any verbal answer, instead fixing his aging eyes on his hopeful student.

“I’m trying to find the right name for my pet.”

“Hmmm.”

“And no one’s really offered any good advice for what I should name him.”

“Hmmm.”

Cole blinked. “You’re not going to help me either, are you?”

The elderly teacher’s lips curled upward into a fond smile. “No, Cole. But I believe in this situation it is best not to offer one’s own opinion but to allow the other to formulate their own.”

Cole hummed in response, fixing his eyes on the aging boards of the land bounty.

The two sat in silence for hours, the elder deep in meditation as his student pondered his gecko. Eventually, Cole looked up to meet his sensei’s eyes.

“Ferdinand.” He mumbled, eyes fixed on the teacher's face. “Ferdinand sounds right.”

A small smile began to form on the teacher’s face. “And is that the name you think fits your pet?”

Cole smiled as he thought back to the gecko. “Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.”

Cole peered through the pristine glass of the tank.

“Ferdinand?”

The gecko’s eyes blinked from inside the tank.

Cole smiled. “Ferdinand it is then.”

#ninjago #ninjago secret santa 2019

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werewolfdays · 4 years

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41. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

My arm hung limply against my side as I hobbled back into the Lodge with Nadya. The dull ache thrummed throughout my shoulder as my body struggled to begin healing itself with the bones out of place. I knew it needed to be reset soon or it would heal wrong and be even more painful to fix.

Nadya didn’t seem too pleased with me. I guess it was a stupid thing to do, but when Toby dares me to do something, there’s a sudden need to do it. He’s the closest thing I have to a brother and I always relished the chance to put him in his place whenever he challenged me. Plus, it was just bad luck. Any other day, I would’ve been able to make that jump between those two massive boulders without a problem.

“It was pretty funny at least.” I said weakly to lighten Nadya’s mood.

“Jayde,” She began, exasperated, “If Toby dared you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?”

I shrugged, “Depends on the bridge, I think.”

“Jay.” Nadya scolded. She used my nickname so she couldn’t have been too mad at me.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It takes two seconds to fix, hold on.” I moved to the closest wall and braced my shoulder against it, then with a short wind-up, I slammed it against the wood paneling. Unfortunately, my angle must’ve been off because the impact didn’t do anything besides spread more pain throughout my body.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Nadya shouted while I held back a groan and went for another hit. No luck. “Stop, stop, stop!” she stopped me before I could go for a third attempt, grabbing my good shoulder and yanking me back. “Are you serious? You’re just gonna hurt yourself more by doing that!”

“Nadya, I’ve fixed a dislocated shoulder before.”

“I’m appalled that anyone let you do it that way.” she looked genuinely annoyed with me now, “Come on, let’s go to the clinic.”

“No, I can fix my own damn shoulder.” I grumbled, pulling out of her grip and gearing up to hit the wall again.

“Jayde, if you try that crap again, I swear to god…” Nadya warned.

Her tone made me hesitate. I hated it whenever she scolded me. Nadya was gifted at making anyone feel like they kicked a puppy when they disappointed her. It was because her concern was so genuine that I would do practically anything to make her feel better. So, my good shoulder slumped in defeat and I relented, “Okay, okay.”

The clinic was a short walk through the hallways of the Lodge, located fairly close to the Den and the entrance. Nadya flipped on the lights and led me to a padded medical table.

“Lie down.” she instructed.

“Do I have to?” I wasn’t very fond of how the medical table felt underneath me.

Nadya sighed, “Jayde, this will only take a few seconds if you just cooperate.”

Knowing she was right, I gritted my teeth and obeyed. The paper laid out on the padded surface crinkled loudly under my weight. The sound reminded me of nails on a chalkboard, making an uneasy chill race up my spine. My body tensed as I waited for this to be over with.

Nadya grabbed my forearm with one hand and gently placed the other on my bicep. Feeling how rigid my muscles were, she hesitated. “It’s really important that you relax.”

I honestly tried to, but there was something about lying down on the table and staring up at the fluorescent light above me that forced my body to remain tense. “I can’t.”

Her eyes studied me for a few moments. Noticing that it wasn’t just me trying to mess with her, her expression softened in understanding. Nadya’s hand let go of my upper arm so she could rest it against my cheek. Her thumb caressed the scar that resided there while she bent down to press her lips to mine. I was half surprised that she was kissing me right now considering how annoyed she was at my stupid stunt, but I soon felt my muscles relax under the gentle strokes of her warm lips and understood what she was doing.

I tried to follow her when she pulled away, but her hand went to my shoulder to keep me down. Nadya felt my arm again, smiling in satisfaction when her fingers weren’t met with resistance. “Okay, let’s try it.” she said.

Nadya grabbed my wrist and carefully stretched my arm all the way out. I held back a wince, fighting to keep my muscles from spasming. Then she slowly raised my arm up towards my head, her other hand going to hold my bicep so my arm wouldn’t bend. She inched it higher and higher, keeping a close eye on my shoulder when finally, there was a satisfying, but painful, popping noise. I grunted, but sighed in relief, my shoulder finally felt like it was in the right place again.

“All done.” Nadya announced, letting go of me.

I gleefully jumped off the table. “Thank you.”

“Hold on,” she said when I made a move to leave. Nadya rummaged through a couple drawers and cabinets until she produced an arm sling and an ice pack. “Here.”

“I don’t need those.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “Yes, you do. Here, let me put the sling on.”

“Nadya,” I groaned. “I’m not wearing a sling.”

If she did one more exasperated sigh today, I was pretty sure she would turn into a deflated balloon. “Then at least the ice pack.”

“But--”

“Jayde.” Nadya held out the pack to me with an expression that warned me not to challenge her further.

“Fine.” I said, taking it from her and holding it against my shoulder while she returned the sling to its rightful place. Maybe it did help the soreness, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “Thank you…”

Nadya smiled and pulled me into another kiss that took me off guard. Her sweet taste made me momentarily forget about my shoulder and I reached up to cup her face. The pain was thankfully mild enough to ignore, but I also forgot about the ice pack and the chill from my hand made her flinch. “Sorry,” I mumbled in between kisses, replacing that hand to settle on her waist and pull her closer against me. Then, the ice pack couldn’t remain balanced on my shoulder anymore, so it fell to the floor with an interrupting thunk.

I would have been happy to ignore it, but Nadya laughed against my mouth and gently eased me back. “Let me get that.”

“Leave it.” I urged, trying to lean back in.

She gave me one more kiss that ended too soon, and pushed me back again. “I love you.” Nadya stated, bending down and grabbing the ice pack. When she stood back up, she placed it back on my shoulder and added, “You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“Yeah.” I agreed with a nod and a laugh, “I love you too.”

#asks #anon #My writing #my ocs #original story #sorry im slow to write these prompts #ya bitch is finally reading the HP series and its difficult for me to focus on writing when im in the middle of reading a book #Jayde #Nadya #Jayde pov

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queendeanofpie · 5 years

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Of Dragons, Strawberries and Godparents

It started with the aches. At first she could blame it on the constant walking, meetings left and right, as well as parading around the kingdom helping the influx of Vk's that had fled to Auradon after the barrier came down. Even thought it had been two years since that.

It was worse than that. It was a sharp twinge of pain in her hips curling around to her back like a tail. It was her shoulder blades aching sharp enough to make her cry out slightly in the morning when she stretched. She hid as much of it from Ben as she could but it was getting harder. It wasn't any worse than usual sometimes and it never reached the point of excruciating, just periodic and weary enough to make her tired and cranky a lot of the time. She was managing it well, especially with Evie helping her hide it. It was somehow easier to hide it from Ben than her Dad.

Dad. Now that was something she was getting used to but slowly as the months went by she was getting used to it. It was slipping under her skin like a second home and she was slowly welcoming it. She learned the story behind the abandonment and in all honesty she found she couldn't deny his truth. Resenting him, she hadn't touched his magic within her and now that she was older and could handle the fire inside her, she was slowly adjusting.

Hades helped teach her, and their lessons brought a joy Mal had never had before into her life. She learned it was the love and pride of a parent that she hadn't gotten from the Lizard sitting in it's tank in her room. That meeting was a fond memory she relived every chance she got.

Hades had called the self dubbed malifilizard 'cute' and that had given the lizard a very angry idea. She'd collapsed in giggles when she had found Hades with a very angry lizard attached to his hand by the teeth, the god himself trying not to snicker.

"She's just mad because she can't hurt me for calling her something good and disgustingly domestic" He'd quoted leaving mal snickering as she took the lizard calming her mother down before feeding her her favorite, a few grass hoppers.

Back to her current issues. Her back.

Mal felt it twinge as she sat up and she finally letting out a wince holding a hand to it as she realized Ben was awake and leaning up next to her wrapping an arm around her waist.

"What's wrong Mal. This has been going on for weeks." He finally said softly pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"You knew?" Mal blushed looking away taking away her hand and leaning into him, Ben's hands rubbing gently over the sore spot making her let out a sigh.

"Yeah I've known. I just thought it was something else" He admitted smiling "All the magical outings and press and meetings and the happiest days of our lives."

"You mean most Chaotic" Mal smiled not having the energy to laugh. They'd gotten married over two months ago and the thought of what she had gotten afterward followed her everywhere making her insides go fluttery and her smiles to get dopey.

"It's been the best two months of my life" He whispered giving a small smirk with fangs he knew Mal could die for. She smirked leaning into kiss him but was stopped by a twinge now in her hips as she winced.

"I'm calling the doctor at Auradon Uni" He informed her as she nodded knowing better to protest

"And my . . .dad . . please?" She requested looking up at him as he nodded giving a soft smile as Ben nodded.

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There was nothing wrong with her back. Mal couldn't believe it almost to the point of yelling at the doctor when he prodded and said nothing was wrong even though the pain that had followed the poke made her growl. Hades had gone quiet at the growl and Ben had given a small smile hearing his now, wife, getting feisty.

"Have you got any idea what it is Hades?" He'd asked him out in the hallway as Mal had kicked them out wanting to be left alone and wallow in pain while watching movies, or so she had proclaimed. Ben knew she just wanted a nap.

"Well . . . if it is what I think it is, I'm gonna leave a few days just not to tear you to pieces" He had repeated mysteriously glaring at Ben as Ben nodded quietly

"A few weeks of rest and she'll be better?" He asked hopefully

"If she's caught what I think it's an almost year long torture she's gonna deal with" Hades had glared at him before he left leaving Ben worried and relieved at the same time.

a few weeks later Mal woke up with wings.

"BEN!"

She screamed sitting up taking deep breath freaking out staring at the large mirror on a stand across from their bed. Large purple wings were raised high above her head and she was hyperventilating now. Ben burst into the room before freezing and she hissed at him as he snapped out of it rushing to her side.

"What . . .Mal is something disrupting your powers" He finally asked confused reaching to touch them as Mal squeaked turning bright red shaking her head dragging his hand away.

"S-Sensitive, feels like they've fallen asleep" She explained quickly shuddering feeling them again.

"Well, looks like I was right" Hades voice echoed from the doorway in a sneer and Ben and Mal looked up in surprise as he glared at Ben who gulped.

"Dad . . .what . . what is it, please" Mal finally asked huffing "I don't care what you want to do to Ben if he caused it just tell me!" Ben looked down in slight shock but Hades huffed.

"So you consummated the marriage not long after huh?" He snapped his hair blazing brighter the tips going white with heat.

Both of them turned bright red as Mal coughed looking away. Ben went pale after a moment as he hid slightly into Mal who held his hand.

"Look, that's . .that's not relevant to the . . the conversation" She stammered taking a deep breath.

"Your pregnant Mally" Hades finally quipped giving a small grin tilting his head leaning in the doorway. "Just like your mother"

Mal passed out.

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Evie had screamed when she found out the news. Dude had ran around the room shrieking about how he had a kid to look out for. Doug was chuckling and happy about opportunities to babysit. Jay had promised to teach them whatever sport they wanted and how to be sly and cool. Carlos had been shy at first but happy later at realizing he could take the kid out for trips to candy stores and spoil them and just have fun.

Ben had passed out after Mal woke up realizing what it meant and Mal had cried in happiness holding him in her arms. Hades, true to his word, had taken a few days away before he came back.

And now he was explaining everything.

"When your mother got pregnant, I was the only one who could handle it. The back pains, the hip pains and then the wings and tail showed up." He said as Mal balked at him turning pale.

"Tail, I'm going to get a tail!!!"

"Only for a little while the wings stay through out the pregnancy, the sensitivity just a week" He rolled his eyes "Then it's greediness, hungriness, general pregnant stuff. As well as Draconic habits. Being half me you could set things on fire a little. The dragon traits will be hoarding. Affection. Roaring sometimes. Protectiveness." He said shrugging

"So fangs and green eyes" Ben had chuckled smiling for a moment before Mal sent him a glare.

"What about Traits from my side of the family" Beast had spoken up, both him and belle in the room during the explanation.

"Well . . . . Ben might . . . uh well."

"Hulk out a little and be protective?" Mal guessed meekly taking a deep breath as Belle gave a smile.

"Nothing is going to touch that baby, unless you want it to munchkin" Hades smirked at them all "But other than that, you'll be fine. Random bursts of power that can be easily undone"

"What kind of bursts?" Belle had spoken worried now as she looked to mall.

"Well like Benny boo said. Green eyes. Fangs. Maybe a little magic. Plants growing around her when it bursts, or animals being attracted. Plants perking up around her. Glowing, over loading power circuits, random miracles. Harmless things all to do with her mood. Nothing truly harmful" He shrugged.

"So public events lowered to only what she wants" Ben brightened up "And I've got a queen to take care of . . . It'll be pretty busy . . .keeping up with the kingdom"

"Ben . . . ." His parents sighed in unison as he shrugged

"Well Mal can sit in on meetings unless their absolutely boring. Good way for her to learn to be queen. We could do babysitting and other baby things for the kingdom." He grinned "We could have de-stressing outings."

"As long We are not holding bets over our child's gender and no one is touching me when I'm big enough" Mal cut him off giving him a dead stare as he chuckled

"What about the wings?" Ben asked quietly "Nothing strange there? They'll stay the same size and all?"

"Yep." Hades popped the P tilting his head "But overall cranky dragoness and pregnant women."

"Well . . . ." Ben hugged mal "At least your back is better" He tease as she smacked him playfully on the head before curling up with him "And we have a long 8 1/2 months to go"

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Mal's tail had shown up at Evies castle while they were in her studio. Evie was ranting about some new fabric combo that was divine, and mal was staring off into space thinking.

"Mal!"

She was thrown out of her thoughts when Evie was squealing taking her hands and pulling her up onto her feet. Mal braced herself for the pain to settle in her hips, like it had the past two days every time she stood but nothing came.

She finally realized what Evie was doing and looked backwards to where the bluenette was pointing and her eyes widened. A long spiky tail the that ended in a tapered point was attached to her now. It was the same shimmering purple as her wings and she took a deep breath.

"I have a tail now" She breathed as Evie giggled nodding. It twisted as she realized the hassle it was going to be, tears springing to her eyes without her even wanting them to. Mal started crying as Evie immediately pulled her into a hug hiding a giddy smile. "I have a tailllll" She hiccuped sadly.

Evie thought she caught a peek of Doug and Harry looking in on them in confusion but the moment they saw Mal they both vanished.

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"Mal don't you think you should take it easy on the strawberry's a little?" Carlos voice echoed from the other side of his dorm room. He was watching where his friend was very quickly eating what looked to be a whole basket of strawberry's.

"No" Mal huffed at him actually sounding like a dragon, minus the smoke thankfully. She ate a few more now giving a groan of delight as Carlos shook his head hearing a knock as Jane peaked in smiling softly.

"Is she here?" Jane whispered as Mal looked up in question a strawberry being held in her mouth now the stem on the outside.

"Yeah, that's her second basket" Carlos sighed as Jane nodded coming in flashing a warm smile to Mal who took the strawberry out of her mouth.

"Uh . . .I uh . . . wanted to talk to you about something regarding the baby" She admitted smiling softly as she sat. Jane tried to reach for a strawberry but Mal growled eyes flashing green before she covered her mouth with a shocked hand

"I am so sorry!" Mal said quickly taking a deep breath "I didn't mean to" She blushed pulling the basket closer subconsciously.

"It's fine" Jane waved her off shrugging "I wanted to talk about the godparents?"

"As in . . . who I want to be the god fairy? or something?" Mal asked raising an eyebrow munching on the strawberry's slower now.

"No . . the godparents. People who take care of the kid if something every happens to the parents. Or you know if you follow a religion make sure the kid learns all they can about it." Jane shrugs "Most people here just take it as people who help raise the kid if something goes wrong and is there for the parents."

"Oh . . . uh . . . how many do I have to pick?" She asked putting aside the basket "Is it three like the three fairy's?" She chuckled

"Normally it's two . . . but I guess you can pick as many as you need" She looked a bit confused but gave Carlos a smile who smiled back shrugging.

"Okay uh . . .is that all?" Mal asked drawing her wings closer for a moment.

"Yeah, Ben was asking for you? He said you were supposed to meet him after the last meeting he had about 15 minutes ago" She nodded giving another smile as Mal groaned nodding getting up slowly.

"Uh . . .I'll go find Ben . . ." She smiled nodding grabbing the basket of strawberry's as she awkwardly shuffled backwards as she threw them both a smile before vanishing quickly.

"What's up with her?" Jane asked raising an eyebrow as Carlos shrugged

"I don't know . . . I think she's hiding from him again."

"Again? That's the sixth time in two days" Jane shook her head going to flop into Carlos's bed tiredly.

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Harry hook didn't exactly know what to expect but Uma dragging him and Audrey to go baby shopping for something for Malificent's daughter wasn't what he expected.

"OOooh!" Audrey squealed when they found a small set of wooden carved charms to go on a mobile "These would be so cute!"

Harry was reconsidering it now.

"Nah, we gotta get something that screams dragon. Maybe . . . something with crystals?" Uma snorted tilting her head.

"Why don' we just make the dragon something" Harry murmured quietly as both girls paused turning to him and he froze thinking he said something wrong.

"What could we make?" Audrey asked tilting her head as she squeezed his hand shyly.

"Well . . .I'm good at carving . . . what are you good at?" Uma asked her raising an eyebrow

"Aye! She's the best drawer this side of Auradon" Harry grinned at her tilting his head as Audrey smacked him turning slightly red.

"Okay . . . Harry can tie any kind of knot or braid . . ." Uma thought for a moment squinting her eyes as her gaze came back on the wooden mobile charms.

"Why don't we make a mobile?" Audrey asked slowly after a moment "You can carve out what I draw? Or carve into something what I draw and Harry can weave crystals and stuff into it" She smiled brightly straitening as harry stopped leaning against the shelf eyes brightening at the thought.

"And I know just the wee place we can find some of the prettiest charms to weave" He smiled looking at Audrey who's eyes lit up with a mischievous energy sparkling matching his thoughts.

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Part one of the One shot of Bal featuring @ianto-is-not-dead's head cannons! Decided to post it here today since Tumblr wasn't cooperating last night I'll link to part two later

Part two - here ya go :3

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cymonebeverly · 4 years

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Family Time

INVOLVED: Cymone Smith and Jaden Young TIME FRAME: Wednesday, February 26th, 2020 LOCATION: Smith Residence; Los Angeles, California SUMMARY: Jaden and Cymone talk after a long day.

Jaden laid in the bed, his head resting on Beverly's stomach gently, his hand rubbing her hip tenderly. “What do you think we’re having?” he asked her softly.

Cymone bit down on the back of the pen in her hand, she had one more business proposal to draw up for one of her mentees. She scribbled on the notepad as Jaden spoke and she looked down at him, looking over her glasses at him. She was rarely seen in them, but for the most part Cymone was blind she wore contacts as much as she could but when her eyes were tired, you’d find her thick Gucci frames on her face. “I haven’t thought about it” she chuckled at him as she sat the pad down. “Probably a boy” she breathed to him shrugging as she looked back at the notepad.

Jaden shifted slightly, rubbing Cymone’s side and hip, not wanting to disrupt her while she worked, but wanting to be close to her. “A boy?” he questioned softly, a grin on his face. He tilted his head back, cheesing at Cymone. “You think so?” he asked her, growing excited.

Cymone stuck her tongue out as she scribbled out the last little set of ideas she had swirling in her head before she shifted a little sitting the notepad aside. As he repeated her, she chuckled again, “baby” she said with a smirk “I don’t know I am just guessing” she told him pecking his forehead before she caressed his back. “Do you have a preference or something?” she asked him with a smirk.

Jaden chuckled softly, shrugging a bit. “Not really,” he said honestly. “But a son would be nice,” he admitted with a smirk. “You know, my little man,” he said gazing up at Cymone. “I’d teach him to play ball and how to talk to the honeys,” he said jokingly. “He’d be a little charmer, I know it.”

Cymone looked down at Jaden again as he spoke, she chuckled at his words. Of course, what man didn’t want a son for all these same childish reasons he claimed himself. She rubbed his back gently “well” she said “one can only hope” she told him as she looked at her tv suspended from the ceiling.

Jaden kissed Cymone’s stomach gently and said, “I wouldn’t mind a little girl either,” he told her, turning in the bed to look into her eyes, his other ear resting against her stomach now. “I’d have little tea parties with her and beat up the monster in the closet,” he said thoughtfully, a longing smile on his face.

Cymone continued to rub his back idly as she watched the screen play out Last Holiday before her. At his next words she smirked “you know, giving the circumstances” she said as she placed her hand on his face caressing it. “Either would be fine by me, I just want our baby to be healthy. I want them to be born healthy as well” she told him.

“Circumstances?” Jaden said softly, his hand on her stomach as he now rested his head on her hip. He rubbed her stomach lovingly. “What circumstances?” he asked her, his eyebrows furrowing.

At his question, Cymone moved her hand to his arm resting it there “my age” she said a chuckle leaving her lips. “Women this close to their forties aren’t running out and getting pregnant Jay” she told him with an amused smirk “there can be so many complications and scares…”

Frowning, Jaden continued to gaze at Cymone. He slid her hand from his arm into his own and he laced their fingers, kissing the back of her hand. “There can be,” he emphasized. “But there won't be,” he told her lovingly. “Our little one will be just fine,” he said trying to be reassuring. “I’m by your side every step of the way and you and our love are going to have a healthy and fruitful pregnancy,” he said kissing her stomach once more.

As he spoke, she looked into his eyes and she nodded her head at him, he was growing up finally. She’d done her job, though he had some more road to tread she loved what fatherhood was doing. Cymone held his hand lovingly “I know” she replied to him as he kissed her stomach and she shifted to kiss his lips lovingly. “I love you” she said softly, his words were refreshing to hear and would be cherished dearly considering how much she doubted herself. Once she was out of her first trimester, she would breathe a little better she knew, but right now, she felt like she was underwater somedays.

Jaden looked into her eyes sweetly. As she kissed his lips, he kissed hers back gently. “I love you too,” he said lovingly before a thought hit him and he sat up carefully. “Oh, baby! I think there’s a mistake with the bank, there’s a fuckload of money in my account,” he told her thoughtfully. “I mean… a fuuuckload,” he stressed.

Cymone looked back to the tv before she looked down, at his statement she furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?” she asked him.

Jaden looked at Cymone and he shrugged. “I don’t know babe, I think you might have made a deposit to my account by mistake,” he told her honestly. “It's like 100K in my account right now,” he explained, grabbing his phone off the nightstand and opening it, logging into his banking app before he turned the phone to her.

Cymone yawned slightly into her fist as she looked to his phone “from the park” she replied easily. “It’s money from the park” she said as she shifted onto her side and snuggled up to her pillow tiredly.

“Park?” Jaden questioned Cymone with a confused expression. “What park?” he asked her, lost in the sauce, watching as she cuddled up to her pillow. He moved down the bed, taking her feet into his hands as he began to massage them tenderly.

“The skate park Jay” Cymone said as she stretched her back a bit and as the boy moved to rub her feet she moaned softly. “That feels good” she breathed softly as she laid there, cuddled up to her pillow, her glasses still on her face and her eyes closed.

“Oh!” Jaden said loudly, thinking it over. “You set that up for my account?” he asked her shocked, his strong hands working her soles firmly.

“Mhm” Cymone said softly to the boy “it’s yours baby” she told him quietly “so it’s your money” she added gently. He had magical hands, each rub and caress he gave her foot was pure bliss.

Listening to Cymone, Jaden continued to work her feet, almost mindlessly. “Wow,” he breathed out in shock. He had never seen so much money before, readily at his fingertips. “Thank you,” he told her before he gently began to crack her toes and massage them as well. “I had no idea you’d done that,” he admitted as he released her feet, leaning over her body to kiss her lips. “I love you baby.”

As Jaden continued to work her feet, she shifted to pull her glasses off resting them aside. As he leaned up to kiss her lips she smiled “anything for you baby” Cymone told him sweetly before she said “I love you too” kissing his lips again. She settled back into the bed snuggling up again.

Jaden smiled against her lips before he found himself lying beside her. He wrapped her up in his arms lovingly, his head rested on her chest as he cuddled her close. He rested his hand on her stomach protectively, rubbing and soothing her.

As Jaden moved to wrap himself around Cymone, cuddling her body, and resting his head on her chest she held him close. Gently caressing the nape of his neck gently as he rubbed her stomach “so…” she breathed softly “what are your thoughts about my family?” she asked him. It had been a while since they all left but they hadn’t discussed either side of the families with each other.

Jaden closed his eyes, gathering Cymone’s warmth and love. At the question, his eyes fluttered open and he chuckled amused. “I like them,” he admitted. “Your sister is great, and I like Gregory,” he said easily, tilting his head back a little, looking at Cymone. “You know… your mom wasn’t very fond of me, but I like her,” he said honestly. “Your dad was cool….”

Cymone looked down at Jaden, opening her eyes as she looked down at him chuckling. “You don’t have to lie to me baby” she told him honestly, “Tell me the truth... “ she said with a smirk. “I think your family is great and they will be very supportive and helpful for the baby’s sake…”

“I’m not lying,” Jaden said before he bit his lip, “Okay, I really don’t like your mom, but I like everyone else,” he told her, kissing her stomach lovingly. “You know, my family really loves you,” he told her with a smile. “My mom is coming around,” he admitted.

Cymone chuckled to her amusement “it’s alright, mother is very hard to read and very hard to get close to” she told him. “It’ll be fine” she told him as she continued to caress the back of his neck. “Hopefully when both sides have to come together, it is done tastefully” she said.

Jaden let out a content sigh as she caressed his back and neck and she nodded slowly. “My mother is just a… well… you know…” he mumbled slightly. At the mention of getting their families together, his eyes grew wide, but he knew they’d have to. “We should have a dinner party here, neutral ground for them, we could control a lot of variables here,” he said thoughtfully. “Something simple and sweet, maybe in the backyard.”

Cymone closed her eyes again as she rested her head back on her pillow tiredly. “I suppose” she told him nodding her sleepy head, “I was thinking a gender reveal but…” she trailed off. “A dinner party is a good idea” she told him before she yawned into her hand “I’m so sleepy” she mumbled to herself.

Jaden nodded. “I thought about the gender reveal too but I think we should get them together before that to see how they interact before we try to do something really special and they ruin it,” he said honestly, giving his opinion. As she yawned and mumbled to herself, Jaden chuckled. “Go to sleep baby.”

Cymone nodded her head at him gently, she was already asleep to be honest she had been. She mumbled something in audible as she cuddled up to him a little more, growing a child, was a 9 to 5 job and no one had told her. She hadn’t done much today however she felt like she’d worked a 12-hour shift at the plant. As snore left her full lips as they parted.

Jaden chuckled softly as Cymone let out a snore. He carefully pulled himself up from the bed and cleared it off, moving all of her work things off to the side before he pulled the cover up, draping it over her slowly. Daisy jumped into the bed, making herself at home snuggled up next to Beverly. Jaden bit back a laugh at the sight before he moved into the bathroom to prep for bed. After 15 minutes he returned, cutting the lights out before he climbed in behind Cymone, his arms coiling around her lovingly.

#thread #thread: family time #thread: jaden michael

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a-deadly-serenade · 5 years

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Moonlight [Hector/Reader]

“I be fallin’ for you baby and I just can’t stop cause,

I never knew, I never knew,

You could hide moonlight in your hands till the night I held you,

You are my moonlight.”

One of the aspects of living within Castlevania that Hector did not expect was how frequently he’d have to go shopping into town.

It made sense of course, as the lord of the mansion did not require the usual sustenance both Hector and Isaac needed as humans.

Going out into the nearby towns had become a little ritual Hector learned to enjoy, since he often forgot how warm and alive the outside world could be when compared to the cold, melancholic hallways of the castle.

He found out rather quickly that Isaac would very much rather stay as he preferred the cold. Hector did not really understand why, it was always such a nice feeling to be embraced by nature.

To Hector, it was a break from his usual duties, and he would insist on walking there as it gave him a chance to take in the local scenery (plus he would never subject a horse to carrying him, he is perfectly capable of traveling on his own).

Dracula mentioned that the nearest village was not too far from the castle, but that Hector should still be careful to not garner too much attention.

Hector had overheard rumors that his lord’s son Alucard was on the move with a magician and supposedly, one of the surviving members of the Belmont clan.

This was all speculation however, but he still made a mental note in his head to make sure that he wasn’t followed back to the castle. That would surely not end well…

He sighed, a small frown on his face. If they were ever spotted, they’d have to move, and he did not wish to leave this place yet. He loved how they were surrounded by a large forest, one filled with life.

Usually when Dracula moved the castle, it would make its home high on a cliffside, or near the top of a very steep mountain, to assure that no humans would willingly stumble across its doors.

Hector was unsure if they had moved here due to the abundance of wildlife or the close proximity to the village. He was not naive to the fact that the vampire generals Dracula had called upon were growing reckless over the idea of humans becoming extinct, and thus, limiting their food supply.

Hector could care less what happened to the humans in the end, but these petty squabbles were nonetheless irritating.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, and pushed aside a stray branch as he made his way through the thick underbrush. Slight confusion crossed his face when he picked up the sound of feint humming, and he felt his eyes widen and a gasp catch in his throat when his gaze landed on the scene before him.

A woman was sitting in the nearby clearing on an aging old tree stump. Animals stood all around her, as if they had been entranced by her song.

Birds pecked at the grass that coiled around her feet, and she cooed down at them as she reached into a knapsack and precured an assortment of seeds.

Her eyes glittered in the sunlight, and an equalling dazzling smile lit up her face as a faun and its mother approached from another part of the forest, intrigued by this visitor in their home.

She plucked out two apples from the same sack, and stretched out her arm for the two deer to smell it.

The mother edged closer before it gave the fruit a tentative lick. Satisfied with what she tasted, she gently took the offering out of the woman’s hand, and her baby bounded behind her to grab its tasty treat.

She gave the mother a delicate brush across its hide, the creature suddenly feeling at ease by her presence, as she hung around for awhile longer, grazing the nearby plants.

Hector was awestruck, amazed that the animals trusted her so much. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, and he was even more impressed when he noticed that a snake had been coiled around her neck this entire time; the shy reptile laying contently across her shoulders as it absorbed both her heat and that of the sun.

It struck him as almost odd that he was so enthralled in watching her, and the thought of going up to talk to her briefly crossed his mind. However… he would not even know how to approach the conversation, and just knew he’d say something that’d scare her away.

A twig snapped as he made an attempt to inch closer, and both the deer and the woman immediately perked up at the sound.

He heard her gasp, and the birds fluttered away as she leaped off of the stump and ran off into the trees.

The doe seemed to stare Hector down, an almost annoyed expression resonating in her gaze before she gave an irritated tail flick and proceeded down a path that had most certainly been made by animals.

Did that deer just try and reprimand him?

He supposed that it was time to start back up on heading into town, but he would be lying if he said that he was not even a little bit disappointed that he didn’t get a chance to speak with this mysterious woman…

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The next time that Hector ventured out, he had hoped to see her again, if not to try and introduce himself and apologize for his literal peeping.

But when he returned to the tiny grove, there was no one to be found.

This happened several more times, and he was saddened to think that he had scared her off for good.

He started to notice that during the times he had waited around, the animals she usually visited stopped by every so often.

The birds would land near the stump, and ruffle their feathers, before they broke out into an occasional song, as if calling out to her.

The doe and her faun would stride up to the clearing and the mother would bow her head slightly, as if honoring the kind presence that once sat there.

It was disheartening each time she failed to reappear, and as the weeks dragged on, he began to exit the woods in a slightly bitter mood.

But he would not give up.

One day, he came up with the idea (and a rather brilliant one, if he could say so himself) of bringing along one of his pets. Perhaps they would give him a bit of luck and she would be in the woods this time around?

He had been particularly critical on who to bring, for although Cezar would surely be the most excited at meeting someone new, it was… rather obvious that he had been reanimated.

Instead Hector went with a blue jay that he had named Azul. He had found him shortly after he passed away, so there were no clear signs that Hector had brought Azul back to life, save for his now bright blue eyes.

The little bird sat happily on Hector’s shoulder as he entered the forest, and he gave him a gentle scratch under his beak.

He gently moved through the weeds and bushes, and he felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes landed on her.

She was running her fingers through the feathers of a small screech owl, several songbirds hopping around the stump as they ate the seeds and dried corn she had brought for them.

Hector was so in shock that she was actually there that his body went completely immobile. He had absolutely no idea on what to do, so he just stood there, and would have remained petrified unless Azul had taken the initiative and flown over to her.

The tiny owl gave an indignant screech when Azul fluttered too close, and almost lashed out with its talons when he decided to stand on her left knee.

She hushed the larger bird with a soft sound, and placed it on her shoulder so that it would stop misbehaving.

“Well hello there, little one,” she said to Azul.

The bluejay gave an elated chirp and fluttered onto her index finger, as his tiny feet curled tightly around it.

She nearly lept out of her skin when she heard the trees be pushed aside, but she stopped for a second when she recognized his eyes. They were the same startling shade of blue that she had seen all those weeks ago.

“You…” she began, and pointed to Hector. “You’re the one that I saw.”

Azul flew off of her finger in response and landed on Hector’s shoulder, a look of slight surprise on her visage.

She looked down at the other birds, and then the owl beside her. None of the animals seemed disturbed by his presence, a couple of the grazing robins even skittered over before they glanced up, as if evaluating him.

After several seconds they stopped, and a few even went so far as to affectionately pick at the buckles of his shoes.

“Is he yours?” she asked, while her gaze rested on Azul.

Hector smiled and poked the bird on its beak. “Yes, he’s a friend of mine.” She returned the smile, and stood up, the screech owl letting out a surprised shriek from the sudden movement.

“He is quite lovely. I don’t think I have ever seen a blue jay with eyes like those.” she took a step closer, captivated by Azul’s sapphire iris’.

Hector felt his face heat up as she neared closer, and he let out an awkward cough as he mentioned her owl. “Is he yours?”

She glanced up and chuckled. “Oh no, she and I are just rather close.”

The owl nibbled on her hand, before it took off into the trees, apparently annoyed that she wasn’t receiving all her desired attention.

“Are you new to the area?” she questioned. “I had never seen you up until that one afternoon.”

Hector fidgeted slightly where he stood, his right hand going to fiddle with the white glove he wore on his other. “Yes, I suppose you could say that.”

“Well as much as I like meeting new people, making acquaintance with someone I thought was spying on me, isn’t exactly the greatest way to begin a friendship.” she teased.

Hector groaned and looked away from her. “My apologies… I never meant to startle you. I was just so entranced by the relationship you have with all of these animals.”

“Really?” she beamed.

“Of course. I am very fond of animals as well, so it was rather refreshing to see someone else that has a special connection with them.”

She gave a delighted laugh, one that sent Hector’s heart aflutter. “I think I’m going to like you.”

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It quickly became a weekly ritual for Hector to leave the castle to meet up with her, and the two soon became very close friends. It was rather embarrassing that by the third time they had met, she pointed out that he had yet to ask for her name. When she finally told him, he had thought it was so lovely, but only said that,

“It’s nice.” aloud.

They bonded over their love for animals and nature, and when she spoke of interest in the sciences, Hector was delighted to tell her about his knowledge on alchemy.

He was still unsure of how she’d react if ever spoke of the true nature of his work, so whenever she happened to drop hints on wanting to know where it is he lived or how he made a living, he would always direct the conversation to another direction.

However he somehow managed to work up the courage and bring Cezar with him one evening. Bringing up the topic was a little awkward within itself, as he mentioned some alchemic concepts, before he went into the idea of forging.

She initially thought he meant forging… with metal, and was stupefied when Cezar charged at her excitedly, his small tag wagging side-to-side.

It was Hector’s turn to be surprised when she accepted him so eagerly into her lap. He noticed that tears brimmed in her eyes, and he was astounded by how… grateful she looked.

“You save the lives of the less fortunate… the ones who are often forgotten… you are so kind.”

He was starting to notice that it was nearly impossible for him to get her out of his mind. Her laugh was unique, her smile was radiant, and her graciousness was unparalleled. He was unaware of this feeling that he felt whenever she crossed his train of thought, so he was not sure how to address it.

Not wanting to appear like a naive child to Dracula or Isaac, he decided that he would bring this up with the next time they met. She had a knack for helping him with his problems, she was a wonderful listener and gave him very sound advice.

It was a little later than usual when they finally met up, the moon high in the sky as the stars twinkled. There was a very light breeze that would stir up the trees and grass, but other than that, it was a perfectly clear night.

Butterflies danced in his stomach as she rested her head on his shoulder while the both of them sat on a riverbank. Her feet were in the water, and she would occasionally stretch out her arm so that flying fireflies could find purchase in the palm of her hand.

The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, not at all. Hector often found himself very calm in her presence, but he was starting to psych himself out of having this discussion.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, before he said, “Can I… can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I was wondering… I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, so I was kind of hoping you could help me,” he rambled.

She placed a firm yet gentle grip on his shoulder. “Hector, relax. Just tell me what is on your mind.”

He took a deep breath, grateful to have her there for him. “I… well… I cannot stop thinking about you. Forgive me if that seems at all strange, I do not mean it in any sort of malicious sense. It’s just… I don’t know…”

She blinked, before she tapped her finger against her chin. “I see… what sort of things do you think about?”

“Well…” he began to trace a pattern in the sand to help collect his thoughts. “I think about your laugh, and your smile, and how genuine you are towards nature,” he stopped, and pondered for a moment.

A chill traveled through her body as he turned to face her, his gaze piercing. “And I think about your eyes… and your beautiful hair,” his fingers ran through her locks, and then slid down her neck before they finally rested on her shoulders.

He felt her warm breath against his index finger as he traced it over her mouth. It came out in short, soft gasps, and her gaze landed on his lips as he leaned in to speak.

“And your lovely lips, and how they’d feel against mine.”

She placed her hand on his cheek, and traced the contours of his face. “That’s funny,” she whispered, and leaned closer. “Because I find myself thinking about you all the time too… when I work, when I eat, even when I sleep.”

He let out a gentle sigh as she threaded her fingers through his long silver hair. “Your hair is so gorgeous… its the color of starlight.”

She leaned forward and pressed two kisses to his brow. “Your eyes… they’re what I noticed first about you. They’re just a striking color… they remind me of ice, or crystal clear waters.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, their foreheads pressed together. “You’re such a gentle soul, Hector… I’m so glad I met you.”

His eyes slipped closed when she kissed him, and he felt his heart soar as she smiled against his lips. He never imagined that someone like him would be deserving of affection… of love, but he felt as though his soul was finally complete as the two embraced under the silver moonlight.

#i wrote this because i was anxious throughout the day and it helped #castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania season 2 #hector castlevania #castlevania hector #hector x reader #fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #oneshot #sorry if this is terrible lol

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savetheblackpaladin · 6 years

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What would Shiro do if you and the rest of the gang went to a lavish party that was celebrating Voltron or smth and your dress just fits your curves perfectly and he's just losing his mind and can't stop thinking about what he's going to do to you when you get back to your room? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you can make it smutty too, but all up to you

U hoes wanted part 2 to this bad boy….WELL HERE IT IS ENJOY A LITTLE SMUT

Note 1: not quite in the theme for the request but it’s so similar to the original Little Black Dress I figured I’d just do a sequel

Note 2: In keeping with the original’s theme, this is for a female S/O with a va-jay-jay

Shiro was still suffering, but public mortification by quite literally the most powerful women on the planet tends to kill the mood (And Allura’s vengeance would be no cupcake, either.). Thus he suffered, keeping a protective arm around your waist, sneaking glances down your cleavage, and more or less making it well known that you were his.

That didn’t stop people from asking you to dance and now Shiro was stuck in a boring conversation about conversion rates between….something….and how it pertained to flight speed?? He didn’t care, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the way your dress was slipping of your shoulders as Hunk exuberantly twirled you around the dance floor.

“Ahem,” his conversation partner coughed, “I see why your attention is divided. She is quite the beauty tonight, Paladin.”

Shiro blushed and turned away, “I’m sorry Solgan, normally I’m all for theoretical physics equations but…” Shiro’s gaze drifted towards you again and Solgan laughed, the head engineer of Il’rea’s science division was no stranger to beautiful woman being distracting.

“Don’t be sorry. Y/N is a shining diamond tonight, only your princess and our own Priestesses can rival her radiance.”

Shiro glanced over and saw only fondness in Solgan’s eyes as he watched you laugh full-heartedly as Hunk lifted you up to hold you in the air. “You know…I’ve heard of no less than three potential marriage proposals from high ranking generals about your Y/N.”

Shiro felt his eye twitch as Solgan smugly nudged his side. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah”, he continued, “Intelligent, charismatic, funny…not unattractive and she’s deeply connected to Voltron…Also that dress is killer.”

“Thanks Solgan,” Shiro’s voice was clipped, “If you’ll excuse me…” That was it. He had enough. No more letting you prance around in practically nothing. Time to go.

You smiled as you felt a familiar strong arm wrap around your waist. You didn’t need to see Shiro’s face to know what he looked like. The way Hunk paled and rapidly excused himself was all you needed.

“Well…that wasn’t very nice”, you cooed, leaning into Shiro’s side as he maneuvered you towards the guest rooms.

“Don’t care”, he stated, “Apparently there’s people out there who want to propose. I need to make sure you don’t have a good reason to accept.”

“Oh?” You laughed into your hand, like there was anyone who could ever make you leave Shiro. Except for maybe, another Shiro. “And what’s reason would that be?”

“I said I would fuck you in that dress and I promise to–”

“As delightful as that may be”, the sultry tones of Lady Selena’s amused voice interrupted whatever naughty thing Shiro was about to say, “I don’t want to hear it.” Shiro froze in place so suddenly you ran into him with a small squeak as he scrambled to properly bow to a High Priestess.

“My Lady–Apologies for twice now–”

“Oh shut up,” Shiro’s jaw audibly clacked shut as Lady Selena twirled a set of keys around one slim finger. “I’m not fond of hearing people lost to…passion…”

You flushed as she glanced towards you, like she knew with certainty that Shiro would have you screaming. “So take these, go up three flights, seventh door on the left,” she tossed Shiro the keys.

Lady Selena bowed her head and glided past, a wide smirk on her face as she drew close to whisper in your ear, “There’s plenty of lube in the bed stand.”

You felt your soul die a little as she laughed and you managed to stammered out a form of thanks as she waved you two off.

“Well…that’s awkward,” Shiro snorted. But it didn’t stop him from excitedly tugging you towards the exit.

“Ride me.”

“Wha–?” You lifted your head from the pillow and looked behind you in confusion. You head was fogged with arousal as Shiro continued his steady pace, three thick fingers working you open, his spare hand spreading your cheeks apart to give him an uninterrupted view of his work.

“Ride. Me.” You gasped, thankful your knees were still under you as he punctuated each word with a strong thrust, forcing your head down again as you arched with pleasure.

“Y-yes, yes, please just–nngh!” You needed to feel him. It had been too long.

“Okay baby, take it easy.” Shiro’s deep baritone was silk in your ears as he pulled you up to rest against his chest, your dress pooled around your waist as he maneuvered you to sit in his lap. You squirmed as his erection brushed against your folds, the slick and liberally applied lube not giving you the friction you desperately craved.

“Shiro, please, I-I need you.”

“Hmmm,” Shiro nibbled your ear and slowly began rocking against you, “You need what baby?”

“Don’t make me–ah!–say it,” you tried to arch your back, desperate to find the right angle to let him slide in.

“Say what? I just want to make sure I have your full consent before I wreck that sweet pussy.”

You short-circuited for a small moment, your mind struggling to understand what the fuck it was Shiro just said so nonchalantly, body stilling against Shiro’s chest.

“U-uhm, okaaaay, okay wow,” you felt your blush coming back and were thankful to have your back towards Shiro. No doubt he was enjoying your embarrassment.

But if you didn’t say anything he would only prolong the torture. “Shiro…I need…no, I miss your cock Shiro, please stop making me–Ah!”

Bless Shiro’s arms. One swift movement and he was seated deep within you. His strangled moan of your name pleasing you just as much as the stretch between your legs. But you didn’t let yourself enjoy it too much. He had demanded you ride him, after all.

“Ah! Fuuuuck Y/N, yes! Yes! Just like that baby girl,” Shiro sighed in pleasure and leaned against the headboard to enjoy his view. The love of his life, still wearing that skimpy black dress, her back fully exposed, one strap slowly working its way down a shoulder as you bounced expertly in his lap.

Stars above, he was so lucky.

You preened as the man below you continued to mumble small praises, his metal arm lightly massaging your back; working his way up to your shoulders only to wrap your necklace in a tight fist, the metal chain tightening against your throat. Not enough to choke you, but just enough to hint at danger. Just enough to hint he was losing control.

So you lifted yourself higher, leaving just his head within you for a moment before slamming back down with your full weight, grinding your rear against his hips before lifting yourself again. The pace you set was brutal after a long night of wearing heels, your thighs shaking and burning with the effort to ride cock with zero support. But so worth it to hear Shiro start to loose it, his voice keening high, sounding more and more desperate with each bounce.

He was close. Deliciously close because he wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore.

“Hah! Y/n! Y/n, I’m close baby…so close…hnnng! Pl-pleasepleaseplease–ohmygod–m’gunna–!!!!!!” Shiro’s hand twisted your necklace harder as he came; the small shock of pain combined with the thought of finally making Shiro cum first brought you right to the edge.

Shiro wasted no time lunging forward, pressing you face down into the bed and thrusting savagely against you. His warm hand reaching around your front to gently rub your clit, tipping you over the edge with a soft moan of his name.

“I missed you…”, Shiro’s voice was soft in your ear. He gently kissed your temple and pulled you down to lay next to him, moaning once as he slipped out.

“I missed you too, ‘Kashi”, you hummed happily. You were so grateful to have your man with you again. To feel his warm arms wrapped around you. To be his little spoon.

“Get some rest now, my love.” Shiro nuzzled against your hair, his breath against your ear as he whispered, “Because I’m not done with you tonight.”

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Lokane Week Day Two (The World and The Sky)

A/N: Quick context just in case. This takes place around the time Jane had her plan to use pig Latin to try and trigger a subconscious reaction in Jacobine and prove there was a way to bring other people to awareness of the time loop.

Day 57

Loki Laufeyson

She never. Shuts. Up.

Loki had a toy once as a child, a miniature model of a warrior which moved, fought, and spoke as a real fighter would. Loki enjoyed it for all of a week before it grew clear that the spell which granted it speech didn't come with any sort of 'off' switch. In his desperation to keep the infernal thing silent while he slept, Loki found a muting charm in one of the books he wasn't supposed to read and ended up burning the toy to cinders by accident. That same dignitary who first gave it to him never offered another gift to the second prince, but it was just as well.

If only he could silence Jane Foster as easily.

'Ood-Gay orning-may acobine-Jay. Ow-hay are-hay ou-yay? Ou-yay ook-lay ine-fay-"

Two hours she's been doing this. Walking up and down the beach, hair whipping across her face, undeterred thanks to the heating spell he'd foolishly cast around her. He should've left her to freeze. As always, he's far too compassionate for his own good.

"I-hay am-hay oing-day… that doesn't sound right."

"Nothing you've said sounds right," Loki drawls, drawing a circle in the sand with his foot. "Not now, not ever. I must commend you for being the most talkative person I've ever met to say absolutely nothing of interest."

"Bite me."

"Except that."

"Kiss my ass."

"And that."

"How do you turn everything into a sexual innuendo?" She rounds on him. "Is it some secret talent of yours that I should know about?"

He blinks lazily. "Who says I meant it sexually? Perhaps you should refrain from such base assumptions. Aren't you a rational thinker?"

She's oddly lovely when she's ready to kill him. The only other person to ever look at him like this was Thor, and there are innumerable reasons why Thor is the last thing on his mind. He steps away from the wall, feeling the wind on his face. He hasn't cloaked himself. There's no need. Cold is nothing to him. It never was, and when he thinks about it, that should've been an obvious sign from the start that he wasn't quite right...

He makes a quick amendment. Thor is the second to last thing he wants to think about.

"Ood-gay orning-may, acobine-Jay." She's loud enough to almost be heard over the crashing waves. "Ow-hay are-hay ou-yay?"

"Ored-bay I-hay ust-may ay-say." Loki grins at her. She glares back.

"Oki-lay is-hay a-hay ickhead-day."

"Now that's just impolite."

"Ut-shay up-hay."

"O-nay."

She glares. If she had magic, he's certain he'd be a pile of dust carried off with the wind by now.

"You won't think it's so funny once I've found a way out of this." She kicks sand in his direction. It flies back at her legs.

"Is that what you tell your colleagues when you beg them for money?"

"I do not beg for grants. They are awarded to me." She speaks as if this is something to be proud of. Some might say it is, but Loki is not 'some'. "And I'm awarded said money because the school board believes in what I am studying."

"Are you sure they aren't merely offering you a pittance to keep you out of their hair?"

"You really want to get thrown into the ocean, don't you?"

Loki lets out a full belly laugh that would make Volstagg jealous. Jane is walking away from him and stumbles when he appears in front of her. He folds his arms, digging his feet into the earth. He doesn't need to make himself look bigger. She's a wisp of air next to him.

"Go ahead. Throw me," he says.

She swerves around him. Whatever she wants to say, she holds it in. If she gets too good at that, he might need to change tactics.

It's nearly night and the moon is rising. Soon the stars will come out, and maybe then she'll be at peace. He sits on a bench which creaks under his weight. It barely reacts to hers and he shakes his head. There are children on Asgard more robust. She plays with her fingers, mouthing stranges words he can only assume to be more pig Latin.

"It's a silly idea," he says, though at this point he's just repeating himself.

"Lots of good ideas were silly at first," she replies.

"You mean to say this is one of them?"

"I mean to say shut up."

"How many times will we go around in circles like this? Has it not grown tedious?"

He supposes it has. An hour goes by and she still hasn't answered him. It's an incredible view of space from here. He can see why such a location was appealing to her for a summer abroad. The stars in Asgard are, of course, better, but that is par for the course and he's not in the mood for another runaround. Maybe he'll bring it up tomorrow or the next day.

She stretches her arm, pointing at the single red dot amid the millions of twinkling white. "That's Mars."

"So it is."

"NASA is talking about sending manned missions within the next fifty years."

"Do you wish to go?"

She snorts. "I'll be old by then. Might even be dead. Not that it wouldn't be the chance of a lifetime, it just won't be my lifetime."

"Not with that attitude." He crosses one leg over the other and observes the red pinprick. "You know, we do have ways of granting mortals extended lifespans equal to that of our own. It is an honor reserved for only the strongest of your kind but I could sneak you an apple if you like."

"Tempting," she says, licking away her dry lips. He finds himself following her tongue. "Pretty sure that would mean spending an eternity close to you, though. Not sure I'm emotionally prepared for that."

"That's not necessarily true," Loki says. "The cosmos is limitless. There's no end to what you can find, and knowing you, you'd spend the majority of your five thousand year lifespan tracking comets. You won't have time to think of me, let alone seek me out."

"Well, that's not untrue."

Loki furrows his brow. Her quick agreement strikes him as a dismissal. Nobody dismisses the god of mischief.

(Not anymore…)

"Are you saying you wouldn't miss me?"

She pretends to examine her nails, but when he listens, he can hear her heart race. "Would you miss me?"

They are both good questions, though he is decidedly not fond of the latter. He decides he'll only answer if she does first, and so he has nothing more to say. She has her back to him and her fingers trace lines across the stars. It would be an acceptable (if not very fun) way to end the evening-

"Ood-gay orning-may, acobine-Jay. Ow-hay are-hay ou-yay?"

-but she still won't shut up.

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namjoonsteeth · 7 years

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Ruin The Friendship (part IV)

Title: Ruin The Friendship (mini-series) Part 4

Word-Count: 6.4k

Pairing: Jay Park/ Reader (kinda)

Summary: Best friends to lovers. Inspired by Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato.

Genre: Smutty Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

We fall into a routine.

He’s working on an album right now on top of tons of collaborations. In the morning, I can account for him to be either at the studio or the gym. I work at my studio with Bora preparing for award season. We book a lot of consultations and do hours of research to the point that we could name menswear by designer from this season.

At night Jay’s at the studio. He works into the morning often, sending me snippets of him singing riffs. Sometimes, he’s at my door at two o’clock in the morning, a sleepy smile on his face. Other times it’s me, climbing in his bed waiting until he slips in beside me.

We talk a lot. We talk about how different our lives are compared to how we thought it would be. We talk about each other, we talk about love and hope, and wanting more still.

We have sex; slow, hot, and tired; rough, knee-shaking, fucks; quick mid-day romps that leave us wanting more but holds us over until we can get our hands on each other again.

Most importantly, we laugh. I’ve long since gotten used to the universe knowing that I’m in love with my best friend. Sometimes I wonder exactly what it is about him that made it essential for me to love him the way that I do. I don’t think I’ll ever really get an answer. I just know that he’d always meant to be apart of my life. From childhood to adulthood, we’d found each other again and again.

Jay: I think this is the ugliest picture I have of you.

We’ve been doing this for the past hour. He includes a picture of me that I’m sure is hidden somewhere deep in my parents’ basement back home in Seattle. I’m crying hysterically over a pair of concert tickets on Christmas morning. My hair sticks up in every direction which luckily (I think) draws attention away from the reindeer pajamas my mom pressured my sister and I into wearing. I’m at least sixteen by the way; old enough for this to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Y/n: Burn it. You win.

Jay: I’ll delete it if you replace it...

I roll my eyes. The idea of sending nudes has never been something I really scoffed at. I’ve done it at least twice in my life. But there’s just something about how bad Jay wants a photo of my body that he’s sees almost every night that has me feeling a little bit powerful. I’m not ready to relinquish that yet.

Y/n: the porn industry is a million dollar business for a reason

Jay: it’s not the sameee😩😩

Y/n: just delete the damn picture Jay

Jay: nope. I think I found my next WCE picture

Y/n: im not having sex with you until you delete the picture

Jay: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Jay: Says the girl who begs me to come over at four in the morning.

Dammit. He’s right.

Y/n: That was one time and I was hormonal.

My phone rings, Jay’s face flashing.

“What do you want?”

He laughs and I’m so glad he’s at work instead in front of me because I can’t even pretend to be upset at him when he laughs. Bora shoots me a look from her desks. I think she’s a little confused as to how Jay and I actually like each other when we’re bickering every other minute.

“Is this how you treat me? After I spent all night letting you have your filthy way with me,”

“You’re probably the most annoying person in South Korea,”

“You love me,” he says.

“I do,” I tell him. We don’t say it often. Sometimes I whisper it at night when I’m sure he’s half asleep and the only response I get is his arms tightening around me as if he’s saying, ‘Yeah, me too,’. Or sometimes when he feels too good sliding against me, I think the words so hard that they slip out.

“Did you tell Bora about Henz tonight?”

“I did. She’s in,”

Jay has been working non-stop since he came back from the states two weeks ago. And because he feels like going out tonight, we’re going out. It’s been a while since I’ve been out with Jay and his friends.

The day passes slowly. Bora and I finalize Zino’s look and pack away everything neatly for next week. She laments again about how she’ll be so lonely in LA without me. I assure her that her boyfriend Jin will more than make sure she has a good time. Giving my plane ticket to Jin seems to be becoming more and more of a good idea.

As much as Jay pushed me into the decision a little, I know it was a good one. I can’t lie and pretend that if the tables were turned, I’d be 100% comfortable with him on a weekend trip with someone I’m not fond of. I trust him. I really do, but I’m selfish enough to want every part of him to myself.

By the end of our day, Bora promises to see me in a few hours and we lock up the studio. I take an Uber back to Jay’s place where I’d left an overnight bag for tonight. I sleep until Jay gets in, waking me up by laying his whole body on me.

“Come on, man,” I groan failing to push his heavy body off of me.

He laughs, holding his body rigid like he’s planking.

“Get off of me you weigh so much,” I say tiredly. He rolls over, pulling my body into his arms.

“Come on, baby. Get up, I miss you,”

“I was sleeping,” I groan into his chest. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s getting woken up. He knows this. He’s been on the receiving end of my wrath plenty of times, yet he doesn’t care.

“It’s about to be nine,” he says, his arms around me. I sigh, squeezing my eyes shut.

“I had an alarm set,”

“Too bad,” he laughs. “Get up, it takes you at least four hours to do your makeup,”

“Shut up, it doesn’t,” I yawn and stretch out my body against him. “Give me another hour. Just lay here with me,”

His arm drapes across my face. “Ok, baby,”

I fall asleep again while Jay taps away on his phone, he plays sound clips really quietly, holding the phone to his ear. When it’s time to get up again, I shower and get dressed while he spends another hour in bed. I finish my light make up and by the time I’m done, he’s right where I left him looking like a whole model. He’d changed into a silk patterned top, tucked halfway into his dark jeans. His hair is gelled up a little.

He stands when he sees me, a cute wide smile on his face. He pulls me against his chest. He smells clean, like the soap I’ve been using every time I stay over. A hand moves up my leg, sliding beneath my dress and settling on my ass.

“We have to go,” I smile up at him. My arms come up around his neck, drawing him close.

He brushes his knuckles across my jaw while his other hand squeezes at my flesh. He looks at me like he’s ready to call the whole night off. All he has to do is say a single word and the dress would be on the floor.

“You look beautiful baby,” he tells me. His tongue presses to the corner of his mouth, his eyes going to my lips.

I look down at myself. A curve-hugging basic red T-shirt dress that brushes the top on my thighs, and black high heeled boots that just barely meet the hem. I’d thrown a denim jacket over my shoulders to keep from freezing to death. It’s nothing special by far. There’s no point in doing the most when it’s all going to be thrown on my floor later. I’d be lucky if my impatient boyfriend doesn’t end up ripping some part of this outfit tonight. Still, the way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And it hits me like a punch to the chest; I’ve seen this look before. When he’d stepped off the plane when he went back home to Seattle all that time ago, and when he’d picked me up from ICN just three years ago.

I lean up to press my lips against his. His arms flex around my waist, holding me tight against his body. The kiss only lasts a few short seconds, but it’s so sweet I’m not ready to pull away from him yet.

“I’m proud of you,” I tell him. I think I’ve said it a thousand times and yet he just keeps doing more, being better, becoming who he wants to be. I don’t know if I’ll ever be done letting him know. Tonight feels different though. Like we’ve finally arrived where we’ve been meant to be all these years. I’m still right next to him. He’s still rooting for me.

His hands smooth down my dress before he laces his fingers with mine. I reach up to smudge away the red lipstick that’s smudged on the side of his lips. It’s funny how domesticated we’ve become in the last three weeks; easily as if there’s no other way to be.

“Thank you,” he says before pressing his lips against my jaw.

He pulls me through his living room toward the door and I grab my purse on the way out. I follow behind him until we get out front. He moves aside so I can slide in the back of the Uber he’d called for before he slides in beside me. His arm comes around my shoulders.

“Is it bad that I don’t even want to go out anymore?” Jay asks with half a smile, looking at his phone.

I don’t really want to go out either but I think my reasons are completely selfish in comparison to his. He always looks good, but tonight I want to pull him out of that Gucci silk top.

“You can’t work yourself to death,” I tell him, pushing a piece of hair off of his forehead.

“I know, I know. I just,” he trails off for a second, looking out the window of the car. He’s been very introspective lately. I see it on his face. As much as he doesn’t like to let on, I know he’s a little scared. The music industry, especially in the states isn’t guaranteed. He’s willed all of this good stuff to happen on his own, but a record label as big as Roc Nation is a new world. He’s had experiences with a large company before and it almost stopped him in his tracks before he’d had a chance.

“I want to do good,” he says finally.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you not to,” I tell him. “Look at everything you’ve made for yourself, by yourself. You succeed. It’s just what you do,”

“And if I don’t?”

“You’ll still own my heart and this ass,” I joke smiling at him.

He laughs shaking his head at me.

“For whatever it’s worth,” I say seriously. “I’ll be here. I’ve always been here,”

He leans in to kiss me again, his tongue gliding over my bottom lip. It’s making it a little hard for me to be excited about having him out of my bed when he touches me like everything from now on is just a precursor for what’s sure to happen later. I wonder if this is how it always is with everyone else; going through the day just so we can get back to touching each other in the dark away from the world.

When he pulls away I roll my eyes at his mouth. I pull out a makeup remover wipe from my person and wipe his lips before starting to reapply my lipstick.

“Can’t you use like clear or something? I can’t kiss you if you’re wearing that shit,” he pushes his bottom lip out.

“You’re not going to be kissing me at all because you’re going to go have fun with your friends while Bora and I stay on the dance floor,”

As always it’ll be a big deal when Jay shows up tonight. He commands the attention regardless of the occasion. Tonight is all about him, and I want him to have as much fun as he usually does without looking over at me every few seconds.

We pull up to Henz before he can say anything. I see Bora and her boyfriend Jin waiting outside for us. The line wraps around the building as if word got out that Jay would be in tonight. He grabs my hand, pulling me behind him as we exit the car. We greet Bora and Jin as Jay guides us toward the entrance, bypassing the line. I shake myself free of Jay.

“Go have fun,” I tell him.

He shoots me a look just as Bora shoos her own boyfriend away. Everyone has already spotted him, pushing him toward the closed-off section some of his friends are in. I’m sure there are tons of people over there that’ll help him celebrate.

“I’m going to get a drink. We’ll meet up with you guys later,”

“You can get a drink brought to you over there,” he yells over the music.

“I’ll text you,” I tell him, blowing a kiss and leaving toward the bar. Bora’s hand finds mine as we make our way through the crowd.

“You’re the only girl I know that would leave Jay Park in a club full of women,”

“I trust him,” I say dodging out of the way of a girl who’s carrying one too many shots.

“I know it’s not him I’m worried about. There are already girls moving to get their hands on him,”

I look behind me to see that she’s right. People are going crazy as he makes his way toward VIP. From here I can see a few aomg and h1ghermusuc guys welcoming him into the small section. The smile on his face is enough to know that I made the right decision to keep my distance for a little while. It’s been a little time since he’d last came out like this, with his friends just to enjoy the night. I don’t want him catering to me like I know he’d do.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m the only one that gets to take him home then,” I smile at her while we wait for a spot at the bar.

An hour later and Jay and his friends have commandeered the club just as I expected. They all take turns performing their songs and just generally having a good time. When the DJ makes an announcement, shouting out Jay’s new label deal, the club gets amped up just a little more. I can’t keep the stupid grin off of my own face at my boyfriend’s face. He’s happy. He’s enjoying himself, and it’s all that’s ever mattered to me.

He catches my eye, his head tilting for me to come join him at the center of the attention. I shake my head and wave him off. His lips poke out in the cutest pout but he lets it go. Bora and I linger close to the bar, away from the crowd but close enough to keep eyes on our guys.

“It’s kind of amazing how they kind of just turned this into their show,” Bora notes. She watches as Loco takes the mic and the first notes of a song further hype the crowd.

I nod, tilting my drink back until it’s finished. “It’s a little overwhelming,”

“Get used to it, babe,” she tells me. “The way he looks at you, it’s ridiculous that you guys are only just starting out,”

I laugh and look at her. “How does he look at me?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know like he’s always been in love with you. It’s just weird to see you guys be so domesticated so quickly,”

“He’s been my best friend for years,” I remind her.

“How did you watch all of this; the girls and the parties and not feel,” she trails off.

“Jealous? I don’t know. I just knew he’d always belonged in my life in any way he fit, I made room. And he did the same,”

I think about all the times I had to distance myself from him a little because of someone I was dating and he wordlessly just understood. We adjusted.

“You guys are disgusting,” she laughs. I can’t disagree with her.

Suddenly, Bora slaps my arm. Her eyes follow someone who steps up behind me. I look back. It’s Zino. I inwardly roll my eyes at his dimples smirk. He pushes his hair back out of his face.

“What a nice surprise,” he smiles at Bora and me.

“Nice to see you,” Bora greets.

I manage a smile, thinking about the small fight he’d indirectly caused between Jay and I. It wasn’t his fault. In fact, he hasn’t actually done anything wrong. I can’t hold him accountable for anything. After all, Jay was the one who slept with his girlfriend.

“Let me buy you another drink,” he offers, eyeing my empty glass.

“Oh no, I’m good. Thank you anyway,”

Zino nods stuffing his hands in his pockets. An awkward silence falls over the three of us. He works with Bora more than I, so they should be able to hold a decent conversation.

“I’d like to apologize,” he says suddenly, his eyes on me. “I think I must have offended you the other week,”

“No,” I shake my head. I still haven’t figured out a way to explain that my boyfriend doesn’t like him and wants us to not be associated in any way, which is the reason I’ve decided not to go on the free LA trip he’d offered. “It’s ok. I’m just,”

God this is uncomfortable. “We’re busy,” Bora offers for me. “Y/n forgot we had clients booked for award season during next week,”

He twists his lips, chewing on the corner. I don’t know if he’s buying it. Instead of responding, he orders a beer before turning back to us.

“So business is good?”

I nod. “Yeah, everything is good,”

He tilts his beer at the stage. “Jay’s doing well?”

I don’t know why I feel so protective of Jay. I’m immediately on the defensive when Zino mentions his name.

“Yeah, he’s doing really well. He just signed a deal with Roc Nation,”

“I heard,” he says taking another sip of the beer in his hand. Another awkward silence settles around us.

I clear my throat looking around subtly for an excuse to get out of his space. A sudden push in the crowd forces the three of us closer. Zino’s shoulder presses against me. With Bora on my other side, there’s really nowhere to go.

“So, why are you guys not up there with them,” he asks.

I shrug. “It’s a little crazy up there,”

We all look at the guys jumping around up front. It looks fun and I’m sure it is, but it’s a lot. Zino laughs shaking his head as someone stands on a speaker. He reaches behind me to sit his bottle on the bar, his arm brushes my side slightly.

“What about you Bora,” he leans in to look at her on the other side of me. “No boyfriend tonight?”

She gestures behind her. “Jin’s up there somewhere. Probably completely out of his comfort zone, but he’s somewhere in the mix,”

I feel a hand behind me touch my waist. When I turn around, I’m met with my boyfriend’s hard face.

“Let’s go,” he whispers in my ear.

I frown at him. “That’s fine but we can’t just leave Bora here,”

“He’s making his way through,” he says tugging me further away from Zino.

“It’s ok, Y/n, I see him. Text me in the morning,” she says.

Jay leads me through the crowd. When we make it outside, he silently pulls out his phone to call a car. He puts space between us as we wait.

“What the hell is your problem?” I ask quietly. He hears me though. His grip on my waist tightens slightly. There are people watching, I’m sure. We’re running the risk of pictures of the two of us all over the Internet, something else I wanted to avoid tonight.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” he says. His eyebrows pinch into a frown. He looks at his phone, check where our Uber is.

“Jay,” I call him. He says nothing, his lips twisting to the side like he’s trying to hide a scowl.

“For fuck sakes-,”

He kisses me hard, taking the words out of my mouth. His tongue touches mine roughly. His hand snakes up to grip the nape of my neck. The way he kisses me, it shouldn’t be done in public. Yet, we’re here in front of the biggest club in Seoul, kissing like we’re in a bedroom.

When he pulls away, his forehead leans against mine.

“Just stop talking, Y/n,”

Our car pulls up right in front of us. Jay opens the back door for me. I slide in and he follows behind me. The drive feels like it takes forever. He barely looks at me. The tension is palpable. I watch the lights that pass hit his twitching jawline. He supposed to be mad but I’m so turned on I can’t see beyond the hard set of his mouth. I don’t know if it’s the two drinks I had that has my skin buzzing to touch his or the kiss. Either way, my hand slides up his thigh without me actually realizing it. He grips my fingers stopping them from going any further.

When we’re in front of the building, he tips the driver, slides out and waits for me to follow. He grips my hand and pulls me along upstairs.

“You’re mad?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fucking mad,”

We step into his place. I reach out to hold on to his shoulder so I can slip my shoes off. He stands still, letting me lean against him. When I’m finally barefoot, I wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head up.

“Are you jealous?” I ask.

He stays silent, avoiding my gaze. I press my lips against his jaw that’s wound tight. I trail my mouth down his throat. He tugs at my arms. They drop to my side.

“You can’t seriously think that I’m interested in anyone else,” I roll my eyes. When he still doesn’t speak I slide past him.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,”

“He touched you,” Jay says finally. “He touched you and he stared at your body and when he saw that I was watching, he gave me the biggest fucking smile, Y/n,”

“It’s not like I fucked him, Jay,”

“He wants to fuck you though,”

I sigh, rubbing at my temples. This isn’t how I saw my night going. I should be wrapped around him by now, discovering eighty new ways to get him to bite his lip the way he does when he’s feeling extremely good.

“I don’t understand why you’re mad at me, though,”

“You put yourself in that position, Y/n. I told you to come up with me and the next thing I see is him all over you,”

“I’m not even entertaining this conversation,” I say walking away to head toward the shower. His hand on my hip stops me. I look up at him, the thunder in his eyes back.

“I’m selfish, Y/n. I don’t like other people wanting what’s mine,”

I open my mouth to tell him very matter of factly that I don’t belong to him. I’m not a piece of property. His mouth on mine stops any words. He kisses me hard, our teeth knocking together. I sigh against him, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. He stops me, gripping both of my wrists in his hands. He walks us backward until my back hits the wall behind me. He pins my wrists against the wall above my head.

“He touched you,” he says against my lips.

His mouth moves down my neck, biting at my skin. His hand tightens around my wrists, holding them above my head. My hips move against his, grinding against the bulge in his pants. His free hand pushes my dress up my thigh, exposing my thin lacy underwear. His fingers pull roughly at the fabric, and I hear the material tear.

“You owe me a pair of underwear,” I moan against his lips that fall on me.

Only illuminated by the light streaming in from outside, he’s like a dream. His light skin reflects yellow light, drawing the dark lines of his tattoos into focus. The only response I get is his fingers tightening around me. He uses his hand to lift my thigh around his waist, pinning my body against the wall with his hips.

“Keep your hands here,” he instructs, his grip loosening on my wrists. I do as I’m told enjoying the fire in his eyes. His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he opens his pants so he can pull himself out. Once he pulls a condom on, he grabs my wrists again. He pulls them down, pushing them against my chest as he plunges into me hard.

He moves against me fast, anchoring me in place with a hand on my hip. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him closer. When my hips start to move with his, his fingers dig into my skin roughly. It feels too good. He holds me too tightly, fucks me too hard. I don’t last more than a few short minutes, my muscles spasm around him, my legs going slack. He reaches down, grabbing my thighs while he carries me to the couch. He lays me down, his body coming over mine.

“Jay,” I call, reaching up to grab at his slick hair. His mouth comes hard against mine again. Teeth pull at my bottom lip, roughly. He tastes too good to let him pull away. I hold his head against mine, kissing him until I’m gasping for breath.

His hips start to lose their rhythm as he chases after his own orgasm. His face falls into my neck, as he groans against me.

“Fuck, Y/n,”

I pull him tighter against my body, his sweat falling on my own skin. I don’t want to move. I could lay here for the rest of my life with the taste of him in my mouth and his body pressed to mine. He pulls away too quickly, going to the bathroom. I wait for him to come back. When he doesn’t, I sit up, pulling the dress back in place. I hear the shower cut on just as I start to approach.

*He really fucking left me there*

I haven’t been on the receiving end of Jay’s anger before. After being so high, I’m left feeling empty. But I know how he operates. He wants me to go after him, to beg him to talk to me, but I won’t. He’s mad at me because he can’t let this thing with Zino go. Even if I tell him how fucking ridiculous it is for him to feed into a grudge that really makes no difference now, he’ll still think I’m not taking his side.

Loyalty has always been a big thing for him, and I get it. But there comes a point where you have to see beyond what’s right in front of you. I don’t think I have to tell Jay that I don’t want Zino, or that I’m so stupid in love with him that it’s ridiculous. I hurt his pride, at the end of it, but that not for me to deal with.

I take a shower in the bathroom down the hall, ignoring the bruises that are already starting to appear on my skin. When I’m finished getting ready for bed, I slide in beside his still body.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks in the dark.

“No, I liked it,” I whisper.

He says nothing but shifts so that his back is toward me. I roll my eyes in the dark.

“You’re not talking to me now?”

He says nothing.

“God, sometimes, I can’t deal with you,”

I still get nothing.

“You’ve been with tons of women. And I had to see it all Jay. Not once did I hold it against you. All he does is talk to me, and you freak out like I’m some toy of yours he’s playing with without asking first,”

“It’s not the same thing,” Jay says. “We weren’t together,”

“I loved you the same way I do now, so don’t give me that shit. You’re embarrassed because you think he’s going to do to you what you did to him,”

“Don’t say it like that,”

“Fucking grow up, Jay,”

He stays silents which infuriated me even more. I turn, pushing my feet against his ass and kick him.

“Get up. Get up and talk to me,”

“Ow, Y/n, what the fuck,”

I push until he finally sits up. I can’t see his face but I can imagine that if looks could kill I’d been dead ten times over.

“This is how it works. I talk to whoever I want. Out of respect for you, I decided not to directly work with the guy, but I’m not going to ignore someone who is paying my business for service,”

“He’s just trying to get to me, Y/n. He’s not going to leave you alone because he knows how much it’ll kill me if,” he trails off not finishing his sentence. He doesn’t have to.

“You think I’d do that to you? You think I’m not so fucking crazy about you that’ll it makes me sick just thinking about anyone else touching me?”

“Y/n-,”

“I’m going home,” I slide out of the bed, looking for my phone to call an Uber to my apartment. I grab the first pair of pants I see and luckily they’re mine from when I left them here at some point. I slip them on. Ignoring Jay’s hands that grab for me.

“You can’t be mad at me when I’m mad at you,” he says, blocking the doorway.

I ignore him and push past to get my shoes from his living room. I grab my purse and pull it over my shoulder.

“I did nothing wrong, Jay. You don’t get to fuck me and then treat me like I’m part of the problem,” I cross my arms over my chest. We’ve fought more in the last month than we have throughout our whole friendship.

“I won’t keep going in this circle with you about Zino,” I tell him. My phone vibrates letting me know that my car is outside. “So, I’m going to go home. I don’t want you to call me until you figure out your own shit,”

“How did I become the one in trouble?”

“Because you’re acting like a child. Honestly Jay, the silent treatment?”

“What do you want me to say, Y/n? I’m sorry?”

“I want you not to treat me like shit,” I feel my eyes prick. I don’t want to cry in front of him. As upset as I am, I know he’ll feel a thousand times worse if he knows he made me cry. Still, moisture pools in my eyes and drop down my cheeks. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I love him. I love him and I don’t want to fight with him. We get limited time together and here we are arguing at three in the morning.

I turn away from him to wipe my eyes. It’s no use. My shoulders start to shake. I wrap my arms around myself, moving through the apartment to gather the rest of my things.

“Y/n, don’t do that. Come on,” he sees it. His arms come around me as he pulls me against his chest. My face presses against his skin making it impossible for him not to feel my tears smudge against him.

“Shit, please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, ok?” He rubs at my back but it only makes me tear up more. He lifts me off the ground and carries me back to his room. He sits on the edge of his bed and pulls me into his lap. His thumb comes beneath my eyes, wiping away the moisture.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“For making me cry or for being a dickhead?” I ask through tears.

He holds my face between his hands, forcing me to look at him.

“Both, Y/n. You don’t know how I feel about you. You’ve always been mine. When someone tries to threaten that,” he sighs, pulling my mouth against his. I don’t know how I always end up here, kissing him like he didn’t just make me upset. He has that thing about him. He can charm his way out of every situation.

“I want to go,” I say pulling away from him. “I don’t want to be here right now,”

His forehead presses against mine, his eyes close tightly. I don’t know why he’s doing this to us. We’re fine, actually more than fine we’re perfect until his head gets in the way.

“Sleep here and I’ll take the other room,” he says.

I don’t trust myself not to seek him out later tonight. I think we’re too used to each other. We need a little space. I stand off his lap and gather up my stuff. I have to call the Uber back because he’s long gone.

“I’m going to go,” I tell him clearing my throat. “I’ll call you,”

“Don’t leave,” he says, his fingers lace with mine pulling me back into his arms. His lips press to my neck. “Don’t leave,” he repeats against my skin.

I’m so weak. I’ve always been so weak for him. He looks at me with those brown eyes like he wants to keep me in this room just to love me for the rest of his life. The way he makes me feel, it’s intoxicating. It’s addicting. And I know his heart. I know he doesn’t mean to make me feel bad. I know he loves me beyond the sun and the moon.

Sometimes I wish I’d didn’t know him as well as I do. I wish I hadn’t gotten the chance to fall in love with every single part of him. It’s making me weak.

“It’s late,” he says. It’s nearly four. Too early in the morning for us to be even having this conversation. He’s right, though. I can’t imagine I’d go to my empty apartment and feel any better.

I look at him, his eyes are tired and a little bloodshot. He bites at his lip while he waits for my answer. His hair is a mess. Still, he’s so pretty my heart aches. I press my hand against the compass tattooed into his skin. My thumb tracing the points.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too,” he tells me quickly like he’s afraid I’ll go if he hesitates.

“I know,” I tell him. “But do you know that I love you? All of you, even the parts that drive me freaking crazy,”

“I’m sorry, Y/n-,” he goes to apologize again but I interrupt him.

“I don’t think you know. I don’t think you realize how much I love you, Jay,”

“I’m going to do better with you, Y/n. You just have to let me get used to him being around you,”

“It’s work, Jay. He’s just a guy. I shouldn’t have to tell you that I’m on your side,”

His hand spreads out on my thigh. “I know, baby,”

I stand from his lap again and step out of the joggers I’d pulled on. I climb back in bed behind him and reach my hand out for him to join me. I won’t be able to sleep if I know he’s just in the other room. At least that’s how I rationalize it. I ignore the fact that once again I’m sweeping just how hurt I am under the rug and hoping for the best.

Jay grabs my hand and settles beside me, pulling me against his chest. I trace my fingers over the ridges in his back.

“I’m sorry I made you cry,” he says.

“You’re too good for me,”

“Yeah, probably,” I yawn.

He laughs, taking my lips in the dark. He kisses me so thoroughly, that I forget that I’m supposed to be mad at him. I want him again. He’s turned me into a fiend. I suppress the urge to climb on top of him. Instead, I pull away and cuddle deeper into his chest.

He falls asleep quickly after that. He’s never not touching me during the night. His arm stays wrapped around me, or his hands grip my flesh, either way, he keeps me close. I stay up. To go from not having a single issue with someone for years to this. It’s just one thing, I tell myself. It’s just one thing that we have to get over and then we can get back to being us.

With so many pent-up feelings to literally last more than a decade, we’re just now being able to express them. It’s his personality, he’s competitive, he just doesn’t like the guy. I make excuses because the alternative, losing him, isn’t an option.

I shut my eyes finally, curling closer to him. He pulls me against his side tightly. All thoughts of anything other than how good it feels for him to hold me gets forced out. I don’t think about work, Korean rap stars, award shows. It all gets lost in the cadence of his breaths.

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