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bitches-who-write · 3 years

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Can you do headcanons siblings of the gang ? Like, how they act with them and how they treat them and how they let the gang act with them ?

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Patrick With A Little Sister-

Oh boy… Patrick is crazy over protective of his little sister.

Maybe the word should be obsessive and controlling instead~

He watches her every move. He even comes into her room as she sleeps just to occasionally check on her.

Whenever she gets out of Belch’s car heading to school, Patrick keeps a close eye on her again. Mentally noting everyone she talks to.

He makes sure everyone is in line. It doesn’t matter if it’s an adult or a kid. If they do something Patrick doesn’t like, they’re getting fucked up.

Patrick refuses to let guys talk to her. Only Henry, Vic and Belch are allowed to.

When Patrick isn’t around, he puts the other Bower’s Gang members in charge of her. And she knows well enough to listen to them.

He sometimes makes inappropriate comments about her, resulting in a smack off the head by the other guys.

Patrick LOVES to mess with her.

Always holding things over her head so she can’t reach.

Laughs as she tries to jump up and grab it from him.

He’ll lean down and rest his arms on the top of her head since she’s so much smaller than him.

When she doesn’t listen to Patrick, he will literally just pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and laugh as she struggles to get down.

Even though she’s a girl and a few years younger than him, doesn’t mean she’s safe from how rough Patrick gets.

He still wrestles her to the ground and puts her in a damn headlock.

Definitely gets a few bruises from Patrick playfully hitting her. (Patrick doesn't realize his own strength.)

One word… tickled. Patrick is always tickling the shit out of her to tease her.

It’s even worse when the entire Bower’s Gang joins in on torturing her.

Look… this is Patrick. So he still has a mean, sadistic side.

He gets off on fear so he loves to scare her anyway he can.

Whether that is by jumping out at her, or doing something dangerous and reckless like picking her up and dangling her over the cliff edge to the quarry. (she hates heights and doesn’t know how to swim.)

“Uh no! You’re slipping! Better hold on, sweetheart. I know you don’t know how to swim.” He chuckles darkly, smirking down at her as she grips onto his forearm tightly and cries.

Patrick doesn’t hesitate on the low- blows, either. Making comments that he knows will make her cry.

If she threatens to tell their parents on him, Patrick will grab her from behind agressively, making her gasp as he covers her mouth tightly and whisper tauntingly in her ear:

“Now, Now.. Just why would you say that? You know that only gets you in trouble, little one..” He chuckles darkly and tightens his grip in a painful manner.

Patrick With A Little Brother-

…… I think we all know how this ended…. Patrick disliked his little brother, Avery… a lot. You see, Patrick likes being the only male sibling. It’s less competition and less hassle for him. Only Patrick is allowed to make (more like break) the reputation of his family’s name in the small town of Derry, Maine. Bottom line, if Patrick had another little brother, it would result in the same outcome as Avery. Sorry.

Belch With A Little Sister-

Very protective. Does not let her out of his sight for a second.

Hovers over her when they walk in the woods so she doesn’t trip or fall down.

He brings her along when he goes out with the guys sometimes, unless he knows they will be partaking in illegal activities.

Keeps snacks in his car for whenever she rides with him and always makes sure she eats 3 proper meals during the day.

Not only does he have extra snacks but he has a first aid kit, too.

He’s always prepared knowing she’s small, so there’s a good chance she’ll accidentally get hurt hanging around the guys.

And yes, it has happened on more than one occeasion.

He checks on her during school and makes sure no one is messing with her.

After school, Belch makes sure she does her homework but never really helps her with it. Why would he? He doesn’t even do his own assignments.

For the most part, he’s pretty sweet but sometimes the big brother power goes to his head.

He makes her do her chores and his around the house.

If she ever did something wrong, Belch goes right to blackmail.

“I won’t let mom know about that F on your report card… only IF you wash my car everyday the rest of this week.

Henry purposely spills his drink on the hood of the car right after she just got down cleaning it.

“Opps.. looks like you missed a spot. Better get to it, kid.” Henry says mockingly as he ruffles her hair walking by.

Belch always makes sure she’s safe in bed by the end of the night though.

He even kisses the side of her head when the guys aren’t around.

Belch With A Little Brother-

He takes him under his wing.

Loves to talk about cars- the makes and models, horsepower, you name it.

Even though his little brother isn’t old enough to drive yet, that doesn’t stop Belch from giving him driving lessons.

But bet your life he threatens him before taking off. “I swear to fuck though man, if you crash my car, I will end you. Okay, now put it in reverse. Let’s go”

Belch watches sports with him and even plays in the backyard, as well.

Belch acts as if he’s his coach to prepare him for the school’s team.

He also teaches him how to properly lift weights and spots him, too.

Belch told him “the ladies love a man with muscles, so to keep lifting bro.”

Speaking of girls, Belch was the one who gave him ‘the talk’... in very elaborate and explicit detail leaving his brother shocked, disgusted, and intrigued all at once.

Although he does hang out with his brother from time to time, sometimes Belch chooses friends over family and takes off for long periods of time.

Belch for the most part tries to be patient with him, but still gives his brother tough love as a form of preparing him for the real world.

Overall, Belch is a pretty decent big brother.

He means well but sometimes misses the mark.

Henry With A Little Sister-

Their father works long shifts, often resulting in an absence in their home life.

Henry’s dad basically tells him he’s fully in charge of his little sister.

Henry acts pissed off about that like she’s a bother and interrupts his life but deep down, it makes him feel important for once in his life.

Henry is both very strict and protective over her.

He’s also very controlling such as who she’s allowed to talk to or what she’s allowed to wear.

Nothing short or low cut is allowed. She better not even think about talking back, either,

Henry doesn't have much patience for anything and his temper is even worse.

For example- Her short legs means she walks slower than the rest of them.

Henry rolls his eyes and ends up dragging her by her wrist or sometimes just throwing her over his shoulder because he can’t stand waiting for her.

When it comes time for school, Henry makes sure everyone knows she’s a Bowers. If anyone (child or adult) even just so much as looked at her funny, Henry is throwing hands.

Speaking of school, Henry doesn’t help her with any bit of projects or homework. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me! You do it, or don’t, I don't really give a shit.”

When it comes time for dinner, Henry makes simple stuff like peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, mac n’ cheese, or sometimes just fixes a bowl of cereal. But he always makes her clean up the mess / dishes after.

If she talks back, Henry has no problems getting in her face and yelling loudly.

Sometimes when his anger gets the best of him, he’ll smack her across the face.

He stiffens up when he sees the tears form in her eyes. Sometimes he just walks away and doesn’t want to deal with it, and other times he stands there stiffly and gives her an awkward hug.

“Sorry kid. I didn’t mean to hit you. You just pissed me the fuck off.”

Henry would never let anyone ever see this but occasionally he gives her a quick kiss to the side of her cheek when he’s feeling extra guilty.

Similar to Patrick, Henry loves to get on her nerves.

Tripping her as she walks by.

Embarrassing her in front of the other guys just to see her blush.

Smacking her off the head as he walks by- her angry face makes Henry laugh.

Tickling her to make her admit something or as a form of punishment because he knows she hates that.

Barges in her room without knocking first.

Warns her she's never, ever allowed to have a boyfriend. And if she has a crush on either Vic, Belch, or Patrick...she’s dead meat.

Won’t allow her to drink alcohol or smoke. If she sneaks and does it, Henry teaches her a ‘lesson’.

“Find you wanna drink? Then here, take it. But now you have to drink the entire thing.”

He smirks and watches her get sick from the alcohol thinking that actually taught her a lesson and will deter her from it in the future.

Speaking of drinking-

When their dad comes home drunk, Henry is the one to take all his shit just to protect her because deep down he does care about her even though he calls her a “little fucking shit” daily.

Henry With A Little Brother-

In Henry's warped mind, his brother is a guy too, so he doesn’t need to be coddled like his little sister does.

If Henry has to withstand hits and verbal abuse, then his little brother should too. “Why should he get a pass?” Henry scoffs.

Henry gives him a lot of tough love.

He tries to make him ‘stronger’ by saying some really rotten shit to him. “Builds character, get used to it, kid.”

Henry does teach his brother how to fight though. “Put those stupid fuckin’ books down pussy. Books can’t teach you how to be a fucking man, but throwing punches will.”

Henry gave his little brother his own knife for his birthday.

He told him since he’s a Bowers, he's a target so it will come in handy~

Gives his brother “advice” on girls and sex; telling him which girls around town ‘put out’ the most.

One day when his brother asked Henry about a particular girl Henry responded with: “Ooh yeah, (random girl’s name), the only thing good about her is her pussy. Face is busted.”

Overall, Henry isn’t too bad towards his brother but once again, when his temper is raging, no one is safe from him.

Vic With A Little Sister-

Overly cautious and protective of her. He’s basically like a helicopter parent.

When the guys are swearing around her, he covers her ears and tells the guys to cut it out.

“Guys! Language!”

“I’m only a few years younger than you guys, I’m not a child!” she retorts.

Patrick, being classic creepy Patrick circles around her. “Just give it a few more years babe. Based on how your mom looks...” Patrick licks his lips envisioning Vic’s mother until Vic smacks him in the balls making Patrick hunch over in pain.

Vic likes to keep her in sight so right after school, he goes straight to her locker and makes sure she rides home with them, too.

When they get out of the car to bully some kids, Vic tells her to stay put. He doesn’t want her involved in anything.

When walking through the woods to the quarry, He always has a hand around her upper arm for support when climbing down the embankment.

He watches her like a hawk when swimming, so paranoid something will happen. Again, think helicopter parent

While he’s sweet for the most part, there’s times he just loses his temper.

He’ll explode and begin yelling at her, only inches from her face.

Sometimes when she does something really, really out of line, Vic will shove her into Henry and Patrick.

“Here guys, teach this little bitch a lesson for me. And don’t go easy on her.” Vic says walking off to calm down.

A part of him feels a little guilty when he sees her cry but other times he feels it’s justified.

He isn’t overly affectionate with her around the guys, the most he does is put an arm around her shoulder.

Sometimes sneaks behind her and tasers her sides and laughs when she jumps and collapses to the ground.

But when no one is around, he 100% gives the best hugs.

When she’s going to a sleepover at a girl-friend's house, Vic tells her to be safe and mumbles, “love you.”

Back at home before bed, Vic will tease her for being paranoid as she makes her way around the house, triple checking to make sure all the windows and doors are locked.

“What? Afraid the boogeyman is gonna getcha?” Vic mocks.

If she’s having a nightmare and calls for Vic, he’ll come and sit on the bedroom floor next to her bed until she falls asleep again.

Vic With A Little Brother-

Vic isn’t as protective over his little brother as he is with their little sister; but he still cares for him.

He just feels that his brother is able to hold his own while his sister needs more protection/ guidance.

He let’s his brother tag along with the guys. They all don’t mind. If anything, they refer to his little brother as Vic number 2.

He genuinely listens to his brother’s interests. Okay.. sometimes he zones out when he drones on and on but he always acts interested.

Vic is pretty book smart so he helps his brother with school work, especially in math.

Tries to make his brother more confident when it comes to talking / picking up girls.

Basically acts as his wing man.

The guys try to give his brother tips on how to pick up girls...Vic usually tells him to ignore everything they say because all that's gonna earn him is a slap in the face.

Tells him not to listen to Henry or Patrick for girl advice.. EVER.

He does teach his brother how to fight though.

Just because Vic is one of the sweeter ones in the gang; that doesn’t change the fact that he’s in a gang to begin with…

When his brother told him he was being picked on, Vic taught him how to fight, but also got involved himself.

Nothing like sending an intimidating message to a few assholes.

When Vic and his brother fight with each other, he doesn’t hold back just because that’s his little brother.

Overall, they get along for the most part and Vic is a pretty decent older brother to his siblings.

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring.

Tags: SFW, implied bts x reader, pure fluff, little space, little! kookie, Little! m/c, Caregivers! bts,

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: If you don’t like this kind of content please just skip over it and pay it no mind! this is very sweet and fluffy. this can be read alone, but i did use the characters from my other little space ask au titled ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’ it’s linked at the end of the fic! i wrote this drabble in one sitting!

- On the nights that Koo and the m/c are non-verbal but still feeling energetic enough to need stimulation the caregivers have a special little ritual that they like to do.

- it’s something tucked away, always ready to have on hand when they need it, it never fails to calm an overly excited or sugar high little; the blanket made out of a special material that can be washed after it’s doodled on, painted, and made new.

- On those special days, the caregivers bring around all their ‘messy blankets’ the fort making supplies that no one minds if they get ruined, if koo gets his apple sauce on it or if a sippie mistakenly gets it’s lid taken off. they make a nest in the living room with markers and crayons and they’re allowed to get the blanket as colorful as possible.

- The blanket is magic in the littles eyes! filled with simple flowers that they can color in as many times as they want! All the laundry fairy (Taehyung) has to do is pop the blanket in the washer and voila! it’s all ready for more coloring! no more marker marks.

- I just picture her and Koo stretched out on it with half of their stuffed animals for “moral support” while cartoons play in the background coloring to their hearts content. Koo gets a little younger in his headspace sometimes than the m/c though they’re pretty equal in general.

- Eventually koo just gets so small that he forgoes coloring all together, instead busying himself with sucking on the end of a marker. while the m/c just giggles with her tongue hanging out, swinging her feet, the picture of adorable concentration as she struggles to keep her pink marker inside the lines.

- Occasionally one of the caregivers will come in to check on them. And they’d come pet over their heads and koo and the m/c just excitedly gesture to the mess they’ve made! their brains too cottony to make many words other than “flower! made’ pink!!!” koo in his little sing song voice going “flower flower flower~”

- And whichever caregiver who is on “baby duty” will praise them, today it’s yoongi who takes a second to sit, each of the littles tucked under an arm. yoongi leaning in close and tracing his finger along their pretty lines. “you guys got so far today! almost all of them are filled!” he loves how puffed up both of your chests get at the praise.

- He can almost tell how far down they were when they first started coloring. on the outside border the flowers are carefully patterned, but the ones just under where you where sitting are full of wilds scribbles. Yoongi reminds himself to take a picture before they wash it, wanting to save a memory of today.

- “Oh did you make this for us little ones? I bet Joonie’s going to love it you know how much he loves nature! and you even gave each of them little stems.”

- And of course, eventually they find the m/c and koo are asleep in their little puddle of markers. Maybe the m/c has a little bit of purple splotch on her cheek. After they wake them up to put them to bed she whines softly when they clean it off her cheek “oh you poor fussy baby, don’t worry it will only take a second” her cute pout demanding a kiss for every rub.

- Eventually she presses into bed and koo kisses the faintly red spot on her face. his kiss a little wet and open mouthed but so innocent it makes the caregivers bookending them on either side coo. it’s as much of a sorry as koo can articulate right now. his mind feels like marshmellows and stuffed animals, like a too squeezed juice pouch and an empty packet of fruit snacks. totally devoid of big scary thoughts.

- The caregivers are glad they made the decision to throw out all and every permanent marker in the house after the last little incident when Koo decided that people were a viable canvas. I think their whole house would be full of little doodles from the two littles. When they get big they always blush and say that they don’t need to pin them to every available surface. But the caregivers just shush them because they honestly love their drawings.

-To the caregivers, their collection of drawings is a representation of the love they have for their two youngest. A mark of a healthy relationship- that they can give love in a way that matters to the two of them. Maybe jimin gets a tattoo of one of their flowers, a little purple one for koo and a pink one for the m/c on his hip at once point.

- Maybe one day the m/c has what they affectionately call a ‘tiny day’ where she’s small and can’t seem to snap out of it. she tries valiantly, but after that catch her pouting down at her coffee and staring wistfully at her stuffy on the bed they tell her it’s okay. she can be small today and they’ll handle all of the big thoughts.

- Of course they can’t stay home because they have a track due soon, and alas they are adults, so certain things have to be accounted for. There have been many times that the m/c has had to pretend to be at least a little big in public, luckily for the caregivers their littles are always remarkably well behaved.

- They treat it as a game, today, bunny is a secret agent and cannot be discovered by anyone, sent to protect the princess. Nothing can happen to her as long as bunny’s there. But no one can see bunny- or else his powers are nullified. It does the trick. They love to see her nodd seriously when Tae weaves the story for her. it makes their heart hurt when they catch her talking to the bunny. “i gots you.” it makes it so hard to seperate from her for the day.

- Seokjin packs up a day bag and gets her in the comfiest clothes possible and she spends the whole day quietly coloring in the corner of Joonie’s studio with her favorite bunny stuffie in her lap. She’s always careful to tuck him under her blanket and hide him whenever someone comes knocking, pretending to tap away on Namjoon’s tablet, but luckily no one pays her much mind, used to her presence.

- When the noise and the stimulation gets too much for her namjoon puts her in a pair of noise canceling headphones that play soft nature sounds and pretty soon when he turns around to check on her he finds she’s nodded off in his couch. And he gets up to fix the blanket around her before he goes back to work for a few more hours.

- She’s still asleep when the others finish up and decide to pry joonie away from work (a feat in itself) and when the others softly knock at the door she gets up, all bleary-eyed and honestly half-asleep rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. almost tripping in happiness when she sees jungkook. hitting into his chest with a little ooof, almost tripping to get out of her blanket. So excited to see him- her favorite playmate “Koo play now!? koo get tiny!!!??”

- Already the stress is weighing on Jungkook’s shoulders, his eyes getting all misty when he sees her bunny and the blanket and just wants to regress so bad. He starts to help her clean up the day bag but seokjin and Namjoon ease him away from it.

- “You’ve got to watch her for us Kookie, can you do that? can you be a good boy?” by now they know how to softly nudge Jungkook into his headspace and it does the trick, lets him have a task before he can truly let go. they end up giggling softly with their foreheads pressed up against each other, telling stupid little jokes that are no doubt from jin and playing with each others hands.

- On the ride Home, they both hold onto one of bunnies ears in the backseat of their car. Their heads loling by the time they pull into their safe underground parking garage ready for some snuggles and probably a nice relaxing bath for kookie because he hates feeling sweaty from practice when he’s little. He Just wants to sit and play with some bubbles and bath toys while someone runs shampoo through his hair, the soft-smelling kind that's meant for babies.

- Inevitably Koo always looks up from his bubble bath and points at himself and says “baby?” Hobi nods sagely while smoothing his hair into a goofy mohawk, “baby” he agrees.

- But that’s not exactly true- the better term would be ‘their babies’

~Fin~

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eyoricka · 3 years

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Fight - Pete Davidson

Requested: yes

Words: 2300

Trigger warnings: some curse words

Pete was not his regular self this past few days. The BPD was hitting hard probably because of stress. He was under pressure for his new special and his whole mental state was affected. You did everything you could to make him feel better, but it was tough. He booked more therapy sessions but on a short run it was not enough. You encouraged him to watch some movies he likes to relax, to express himself creatively and to do some exercises with you however it created more tension than everything. Small things were triggering some Pete’s negative reactions, it was very hard to keep up. You wanted to be there for him, showed that you cared. Sometimes it was just nearly impossible and that worried you. You were kind of used to those situations but this time it was a longer, rougher episode and it began to play with your own mental state.

You were in the kitchen baking some peanut butter brownie for the dessert when Pete entered in the room. He seemed tensed but smiled at you lazily. He approached you and kissed your temple while looking at what you were cooking. He frowned a bit but said nothing. You were surprised by this reaction, he usually loved this treat.

“You don’t like it anymore?”, you asked still taken aback. He rolled his eyes but remained silence which upset you. “You can use your words to answer, you know.”

“I am just wondering if you really know me and want the best for me” he replied growing annoyed.

“You what??!! Where does that come from?!!”

“You know I have Crohn and you know it can be worsened by nuts” he placed a huge emphasis on the you know. “But still you are baking this” he glanced at the brownie meanly, rose his hand towards it and for a second you thought he might throw it in the trash or on the floor. Instead, he put his hand on his face and sighed: “I really wondered why I still get home to be welcomed like that.”

Those words stung you, hard. You had taken of your time to bake this, it was just a small attention and you didn’t expect this reaction. You bit your lips refraining yourself to reply harshly, deep down believing that he didn’t think that, didn’t actually mean that.

“Well, I think you are stressed and angry and maybe you should go relax and we can discuss that later.” You kindly reply, putting a smile on your face.

“Now actually we should discuss that now, you are the one who says that when there is a problem, we have to discuss it, let’s do that.”

“Yeah, but when you are calm, ready to talk without your feelings interfering and risking saying things you don’t mean.”

“I am calm and ready to talk” he insisted visibly growing upset. You nodded and sighed frustratedly. There was no point arguing and you didn’t want to deal with him being angry for such a flutily, so you let him speak. You weren’t really listening carefully to what he was saying considering that he just needed to let some stuffs out because he was stressed. You were sure that he would apologize as soon as his crisis would be over so there was no point in taking to heartedly what he was saying. You didn’t want to ignore him, but it was easier that way, else you would probably be hurt by some words he pronounced without thinking. “Are you even listening to me?!!” he snapped at you while you were lost in your own thoughts. You winced trying to find a way to explain why you were not very into what he was saying without upsetting him even more.

“I…No I don’t really listen. But look Pete you are annoyed and half of the things you are saying, you will regret them later so…”

“You must be fucking kidding me!!! How can you know that I will regret them if you don’t even listen to them! You know what it proves, it proves that you don’t care about how I feel or why, that you don’t give a fuck about me!!”

“No, it is not like that!” you exclaimed trying to make your point.

“Stop trying to make yourself look like the nice guy while I am the bad one!!! Fuck… I can believe you, from all the people I thought I could trust you!”

“But you can” you pleaded.

“No!! Visibly I can’t but I should not be surprise you can’t even seem to remember or care about what I can eat or no so I guess listening to my feelings is too much to ask!!” You opened your mouth to reply to that but he continued: “Maybe if it is too much you should leave, you would probably be happier without me, without pretending you love me, care about me. And I would also be happier, I would finally find someone for me!!” he yelled certainly not even knowing what he was saying, the stress, the anger he was feeling for days were taking the best of him.

Even if you knew that, you still never expected such words. You were astonished to say the least. You couldn’t even answer to that, you were still processing those hurtful words. After few seconds at looking silently at each other, it hit you, what he just said, what he meant. It took every ounce of courage you had to not cry in front of him and simply nod, leave the room silently. You went to your share bedroom and grabbed a bag, put some clothes in it with your toiletry bag. You sent a quick text to a friend of yours asking her to sleep at her place for the night and she accepted without questioning you further. When you crossed the living room to leave the place, you saw that Pete was still standing there, looking at the window. He was back at you. “I will come back in few days to get back the rest of my stuff” you stated, and he didn’t turn around. You put everything in the car and drove to your friend’s place.

When Pete heard the sound of your car driving way, he realized. He realized what he had just say, what it implied, how badly he had screwed up. He wanted to run to you but it was too late, you were gone and he didn’t even know where, he haven’t even seen your face one last time. This broke him and tears streamed down his face. What an idiot. You were right. Of course it wasn’t the moment to talk, of course the anxiety he was feeling was taking the best of him, of course you had nothing to do with all of this. He had been so unfair to you, during all your relationship you had cared, you had listened to him, you had made your best to make him feel better, good, you always had been careful about his feeling, you had been supportive of his decisions and involved in everything he had tried to do. He never thanked you, not really and the only time you were not listening because you were sure that he was not thinking straight, he had been an asshole. He wanted to make it up, he needed to apologize, he wanted to fix things, but he ignored where to start. He was crushed by the idea that it was definitely over, that he would never see you smile at him, wear his shirt, cook for him, play video games with him, falling asleep in his arms while watching movies… All those precious, treasured moments you shared would vanish and he would never be able to relive them.

He tried to recompose himself and called you, but he never reached anything else than your voicemail. The sole sound of your voice humming asking to leave a message was enough to make him sob again. He fell asleep that night crying while you did the same some miles away. Those few miles felt like the abyss between you, an abyss that none of you would be able to cross that night to join the other.

When you woke up the following morning, you had a lump in your throat, you felt sick. Your friends had made you a delicious breakfast to cheer you up and you smiled kindly at her. She didn’t pry in your intimacy last night, she did what she could to make you happier, gave you space and let you sleep while insisting that she was there in case you needed. You were so grateful to have her. As you were eating, you received a text from Pete, you were not sure if you wanted to open it or not, if you were brave enough to read it but you couldn’t avoid it. You would have to read it at some point so there was no need to put it to another moment. You were a bit shook by his words, expecting a breakup text, a date to pick up your remaining stuff. You couldn’t help but smile a bit at your screen: “I am so dumb, I am surely the dumbest dude in all New York, and I am sorry, I can’t apologize enough for my behavior. But please give me one last chance to talk to you, if you don’t want to see me after that I can understand but I want to apologize to you in person, you deserve it, you are amazing and that is the least I could do after all the hurt I caused.” You texted back a brief ok, thanked again your friend and drove back to your place. Your fingers were drumming nervously against the steering wheel.

To your surprise the front door wasn’t locked and then you remembered that you had left in such a rush that you hadn’t even taken the keys. As you took off your shoes, you heard Pete made his way to the entrance and you took a seconds or two to look at him. Judging by the enormous bag under in eyes you guessed he hadn’t had much sleep last night, his eyes were glossy giving you a clue on how he spent the night crying. He looked miserable and you presume that you looked the same. He approached you slowly like he was scared that you would reject him. When he realized that you were not angry at him but rather hurt, he internally felt like dying. He had always sworn to make you happy, laugh, to protect you and in the end, he was the precise reason you were pained. He rose his hand to help you to take your coat off and you noticed that his hand was shaking.

“I am that intimidating?” you humored him, and he smiled sadly at you. You then proceed to follow him in the living room, as you sat on the couch, he paced around the room. Your eyes followed him closely as he was moving, chewing on his lips, and playing with his sweatshirt. He eventually locked his eyes with yours and decided to sit down in the armchair in front of you.

“I am sorry, I fucked up immensely, I don’t even have words to tell you how sorry I am. What I did, what I told you, it was unspeakable, ignominious, and if you can’t forgive now or never, I would get it but sincerely I am sorry. I can even begin describe how much I feel like the worse for making you feel like this, to have accused you of things you never did. You always had been there for me, always, even in the harder moments, you had always tried to make me feel better when I am low, you spent hours listening to me and my struggles and the only thing I do is to tell you that you don’t do enough. Fuck, I am so stupid. I should have listened to you. I know apologize are not enough, I realize how badly I hurt you, how from the start I was an ass. You baked me something I like and because I am feeling bad, I take all my anger at you, this is fucked up I am sorry. My mental health is not an excuse for what I did to you, to treat you like this it was awful of me. I felt anxious and attacked at work, so I attack you and this behavior, my behavior it can not lead us anywhere except to our downfall. You don’t have to forgive, you don’t have to say anything, I would get it you know, I am just sorry.”

You brushed away a tear on your cheek, you felt like crying and you couldn’t pinpoint why. Maybe because you were really hurt, or because this apology seemed so sincere or simply because you couldn’t stand to see him like this considering that he had realized how cruel he had been. You stood up and took his hands in yours, enjoying their warmth. You let him engulf you in his arms, intoxicated by his scent while he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

“What you said yesterday, it stung me hard, but I am willing to forgive you, Pete. But I don’t want to relive that again, not in few days, not in months, not in years. I want this to make us stronger, we can use this to advance, to be better, okay?” you whispered as you pressed your head against his chest. You felt him tighten his grip on you as he murmured back “okay”.

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson imagine #snl fic #pete davidson fanfic #pete davidson oneshot

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 4 years

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"Recipe for Disaster" sounds like a perfect title for MC and Mammon lmao

Human cooking channel youtuber AU! Hear me out!

Mammon's a model who made a YouTube channel to come across as more relatable and get more fans (earn more money). During his first ever video he makes a stew for lunch out of anything and everything he finds in the fridge while talking about what it's like to be a model etc. (Time is money and he's all about efficiency and that includes multitasking). And the concoction he creates is so bizarre that 90% of the comments are talking about his food rather than his actual modeling career.

Mammon has a nose for sniffing out the newest schemes business ideas if nothing else so his whole channel becomes dedicated to making bizarre food out of whatever ingredients he has at hand and feeding them to his less than willing brothers. His channel grows in popularity (it helps that not only do all his brothers look like super models they're also some of the weirdest people anyone has ever seen. Half his viewers are convinced they're all just characters that these guys are playing. Some of them have theories that all the brothers are based off a sin, kinda like that one spongebob theory. One of his subscribers swears that one of the brother's- Stan maybe? actual name is Satan and everyone else has just been hearing it wrong)

MC has a much smaller channel, at first they use it to talk about tips for photography (HC that MC is a photographer and all those professional pics of the brothers on Devilgram that could only have been taken by someone else was actually taken by MC) and then it pretty much becomes a vlog where they rant about one of their roommates (Solomon) and how he set the kitchen on fire three times during the last 5 days but still happily ate the burnt food (charcoal. It was charcoal at that point). It eventually evolves into a channel of them fixing Solomon's nightmare fuel food and making it something actually edible and this actually makes their channel grow somewhat. (And no it's not just people coming in to catch the occasional glimpse of their other roommate's shoulders)

Eventually Mammon gets a comment saying MC should fix Mammon's food.

He goes on a full rant about how there's nothing to fix and his food is good so what if it's so spicy one of his victims brothers passed out that one time that's just cause they have no taste.

He ends up watching MC's latest video then and ends up binge watching them all through the next few days and getting a stupid crush

Someone links MC to his rant video, and they make a video on how all his recipes seem really unique and how they'd never have thought of that by themself and they don't actually look hazardous to humanity as a whole like Solomon's food is but here's how you fix it so that it's actually edible and won't make you meet God

He sees this and isn't sure if he should be giddy because they praised him or pissed off because they tried to fix his creation. He obviously chooses the latter and rants about them while making something that looks suspiciously radioactive

MC replies with a video complimenting all the ingredients he chose and explaining them while simultaneously calling him an idiot for dipping his bare hand in boiling water to take out potatoes and ending it with a suggestion to get pot holders to drain the water and take the potatoes out after they cool

He replies with a video about how he's not gonna waste money on pot holders when his hand works just fine before he makes chocolate sauce and black licorice mashed potatoes and uses his bare hand to fish out the potatoes just to spite them.

MC replies with a video on how to fix the dish so the flavours won't clash while still keeping the essential ingredients but doesn't mention his hands

He gets a set of bright yellow pot holders and (to be on the safe side) oven mitts with little crows on them ("because your hair looks like a crow's nest") in his P.O. box.He uses them in his next video to make a batch of ketchup and peanut butter cookies

MC fixes another one of Solomon's messes that ended with something with the same consistency of glue stuck to their ceiling while happily snacking on ketchup and peanut butter cookies

This back and forth goes on for a bit, Mammon refuses to change his recipes but they still silently exchange gifts

Obviously their (now shared) viewers notice and start calling out for a collab

MC agrees immediately but Mammon refuses (he's shy fuck he couldn't imagine meeting them face to face) but the draw of money (not their puppy dog eyes in the last video!) makes him agree. They discuss the details over email and agree to do it at his house because he's got the bigger kitchen

They meet at his house and it's awkward at first because he's red af and can't meet their eyes and all his brothers are crowding the doorway to the kitchen and giggling but once the filming starts they fall into an easy routine. They riff off each other and move around the kitchen comfortably as if they've been working together for years. That doesn't mean they don't still argue though, but there's no hostility in it. Mammon gives out the idea of his latest recipe and MC plans out the specifics so that they can execute it. Since it's their first video they make something small and work together easily. Their spicy mayonnaise cupcakes turn out perfectly and are actually good considering none of the brothers are rushing out of the frame.

They are asked for more collabs and they do because they had fun in the first one. The viewers now have to watch two obviously pinning idiots being disasters in a kitchen together. (Just because MC can fix recipes doesn't mean they aren't a mess). They have to watch Mammon go from blushing and stuttering to casually offering MC his finger to lick when he gets icing on it. They have to watch MC going from lowkey flirting to pulling out brightly coloured clips and pinning back Mammon's bangs while his hands are kneading dough. They have to watch the brothers slowly warm up to MC until they're being treated like they've been part of the family from the very beginning (yes this includes viewers catching the first few seconds of an hours long lecture that MC gets from Lucifer). They still have their own channels but they also start up a new channel called 'Recipe for Disaster'. This channel also has vlogs of them randomly buying ingredients for their next cooking video.

Of course there are the rumours and speculation of whether or not they are actually dating, people shipping them, Levi comes up with a ship name, others saying how weird it is to ship real people. MC and Mammon neither confirm it or deny it. During the early days before they had a joint channel Mammon would loudly protest to any such claims while MC just fondly smiled in the background. And sure now he refers to MC as his partner a lot but he could easily mean partner in crime against the food pyramid.

Their viewers finally get their answer when MC one day walks out into one of Mammon's videos in sweatpants and one of his shirts, sleepily kisses him on the cheek and he doesn't even twitch as he says "Mornin' Babe" and continues with his monologue while they grab the milk and walk off frame. They don't even stop to think about whether they should edit it out because they've been dating for one and a half years now. But obviously everyone freaks out and just - Mammon reading the comments with MC looking over his shoulder:

"Heeeeey? Did people just not know we were, ya know, datin'?"

" ...that's weird."

"Wasn't our first video on Recipe for Disaster me tellin' them you were my partner?"

"Yeah weird...the Internet's full of freaks. Remember that time they all thought you were a demon and started mailing holy water?"

"Yeah, what the fuck was that 'bout? Stan got fuckin' pissed!"

I'm tired af & I'll do the rest later! Pls let me know what you think tho❤

#asks #answers #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #swd mammon #om! mammon #ask meme #ask game

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Fine Line (Chapter 5)

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word count: 2.5k

story summary: Since you were kids you and Harry had always walked that fine line of friends or something more. Now, pregnant by someone else, you find yourself staying with your long time best friend after things go sour with your boyfriend of 3 years.

Singlemom!Reader x Harry Styles

chapter summary: Your last night with your friends in town ends the same way it did in your childhood, curled up with Harry.

warnings: Language

a/n: Editing? I don’t know her. xx

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You flipped through a trashy magazine as your head laid on the soft pillow on Harry's couch. You knew you should have been looking for an apartment but you were determined to spend your remaining night with your girls in peace.

"What are you going to do when you can't paint your toes yourself?" Gemma asked as she dipped the brush back into the yellow polish you had snagged from Harry's bathroom cabinet.

"Make Harry do it." You said with a smile as you flipped another page.

"Fucker used to steal my polish so much." She grumbled as you let out a snorting laugh.

"You two ever going to talk about your thing?" Abby asked as she plopped back down in the living room a jar of pickles and peanut butter in hand along with ice cream and mayonnaise in the other. Your pregnancy cravings were already out of control and weird as hell.

"We don't have a thing." You said as you reached from the pickle jar, Abby jerking it out of your reach as she glared at you.

"We didn't believe you when you were 14. We don't believe you now." Gemma scoffed as she screwed the top back on the nail polish bottle.

"Withholding pickles from a pregnant lady should be illegal." You whined as you laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling of Harry's house.

"Just tell us the truth." Abby said with a smile as she tauntingly held the pickles in front of your eyes from where you laid.

"Nothing to tell." You said as you stared longingly at the jar of food that quickly disappeared from your line of sight. Your eyes following it to see the very unimpressed Abby's disbelieving face staring at you.

"Bullshit." Gemma said with a laugh as she took the jar of pickles, eating one, and mouthing 'so good'. Adding fuel to the flames as you rolled your eyes at her.

"The room you're staying in is decorated in bunnies, and you're trying to tell us nothing is going on?" Abby's eyebrow raised at you as Gemma happily ate YOUR pickles.

"Oi, it was a stupid childhood nickname." You said as you made grabby hands for the jar that Gemma pulled out of your reach.

"Fine, you two really want to know?" You asked with a huff their heads nodding instantly as they situated themselves for story time.

"Wait." Gemma paused as she got settled in her spot. "You're not going to tell me weird sex shit about my brother, right?"

"I will if you don't hand me that jar." You said barely having time to catch it as she shrieked and threw it at you.

"That's what I thought." You mumbled as you got the jar of mayonnaise, opening both to dip your pickle in it.

"God, that's fucking disgusting." Gemma said as she pulled a grossed out face. Watching you eating your snack with pure disgust.

"Never mind that. Spill the tea." Abby said as she laid her head in her hands, peering up to the couch at you.

"You two asked for it." You mumbled under your breath. Your back pressed against the couch as you let out a sigh.

"So, you know we were always close right?" You said as you dipped a pickle in the jar of mayonnaise. Their heads nodding their agreement as Abby gestured for you to continue with your story.

"And that summer before he left for his first tour we were really close?" Your eyes stayed fixed on your treat, teeth chewing the side of your cheek as you thought back to your time with your sweet Hazza.

"Yes! Oh my god, get on with it!" Abby groaned as you rolled your eyes at her. Gemma looking somewhere between curious and weirded out.

"Well, we had sex, he was my first."

"Ew. Okay, I don't think I can do this." Gemma said as she pulled a disgusted face. Abby quickly slapping her across the shoulder telling her to shut it as you continued.

"Anyways," You said as you glared at Gemma. "Afterwards, he started saying all this shit about staying with me 'cause my dad had just got his diagnosis, you know?"

Your eyes stinging with tears you were holding back as you swallowed harshly. The memories of your dad explaining to you that he wasn't just a normal kind of sick burning into your mind. The feeling of absolute hopelessness engulfing you all over again as he explained to you that he was too far gone for chemo treatments.

"So, I told him it was over. Whatever we had was a one time thing." You said as you took a bite from your snack as Abby's eyes widened.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Cause of the look Gemma is giving me right now." You said with a smile as Gemma continued to look absolutely horrified.

"It's just weird picturing my brother and you…" She trailed off as she gagged dramatically.

"Ew, don't picture us!" You shrieked, throwing a couch pillow at her.

"I can't help it!"

"Wait, so, have you liked him this whole time?" Abby asked as she ripped the pillow away from Gemma, your face giving away the answer before you could even speak.

"It's complicated." You said with a sigh. Your hands running down your face as you groaned.

"Can't be that complicated." Abby said as she rolled her eyes. Your hormones flaring as you debated smacking her. It was complicated. Or at least, to you it was complicated.

"I moved on with Jess." Your lips pursed as you thought about all the times he was there for you.

You had known him growing up but he was more Harry's friend than your friend. Once Harry left you two got closer. After your dad passed and your mom got sick he fell into place as the person who helped you through everything. By the time Harry got back from tour you'd convinced yourself you'd moved on. Replacing Harry with Jesse.

"Oh, you mean the asshole who knocked you up and left?" Gemma said with a very blatant tone of anger running through her voice. Even though you couldn't blame her for being angry, hell even you were still angry at him. You still had this part of your mind nagging at you to protect him. After all, he was the father of your soon to be child.

"Think he just needs time." You swallowed down the lump in your throat from the lie you had just told. Both your friends not believing you but neither one of them wanting to push the topic and trigger a hormonal meltdown.

>>>

"Wish you guys weren't leaving so soon." You said a little while later. Another rom-com playing in the background as you braided Abby's hair.

"I know." Gemma sighed, her eyes shooting up from her spot on the floor as you tried your best to hide the disappointment on your face.

You were going to miss them.

Miss the comfort and stability they gave you.

"I can stay another week." Abby popped up, making you stop fiddling with her hair.

"No you can't. Your boss already hates you and Kevin hasn't stopped calling since you left. The boy is like a lost puppy without you." A smile on your face as Abby swatted away your hands. Pissed you called out her man like that but you thought it was adorable.

He absolutely loved her. Exactly how she should be loved. Exactly how you wanted to be loved and accepted by some future partner.

"He's not a lost puppy." She grumbled as Gemma laughed.

"Yes he is!" She said through giggles, your own laugh ringing through the air as Abby grumbled from in front of you.

"Missin' all the fun?" Harry said from the dining room, a grin on his face as he saw all of you in his living room. Remembering all the times you three would camp out in the living room back when you were kids.

"Fun's just starting." You said as you moved over on the couch, tapping for him to sit beside you. "'Bout to make this lot flip on Footloose."

"No!" Gemma cried as she looked at you. Her eyes pleading with you to not make her watch it.

"God, please. Any other movie!" Abby groaned as Harry let out a chuckle, settling beside you on the couch. His arm around the back of it as you settled into his side.

"Come on. Me and Y/N know all the dance moves." Harry said with that toothy grin as his hand cupped the side of your head. His fingers playing with your hair as you hummed your agreement.

"Wish mum was here. She wouldn't let you two watch it." Gemma huffed with her hands crossing over her chest. Her eyes glaring at the ceiling.

"Whatever. We killed it back then. Only dance this fucker knew how to do." You said as you nudged Harry in his side.

"Oi, I wasn't that bad of a dancer!" He said loudly as you cracked up laughing at him. The other two joining in as you gave his cheek a few pitty taps.

"Whatever you gotta tell yourself, Hazza." Your smile across your lips as he mumbled about you being the world's biggest brat and pulling you in closer to his side.

The movie was barely on for 10 minutes before Abby and Gemma passed out. Their soft and not so soft snores filling the living room.

"They bitch 'bout the movie and they don't even make it 10 minutes in." Harry grumbled beside you as you shrugged.

This was a very accurate representation of your youth. Hanging with your friends and them passing out way before you, leaving you awake with Harry.

"Not like I didn't expect it." You said, Harry humming his agreement as your head rested on his lap. "How was Mitch and Sarah?"

"Fine. Annoyin'." He grumbled as you turned over on your back to peer up at him. The dark room surrounding both of you, the blue light of the TV hitting across the high peaks of his cheek bones.

"You think everyone's annoying." You smiled as he turned his head down to look at you. His lips curling as his hand rubbed up and down your arm. Something so soothing that he'd done so many times.

"Not you." He said as you snuggled into his tummy. His hand tightening around your arm slightly as he felt that familiar fluttering of butterflies swirling in his stomach from your touch. "Well maybe if y'keep eating all the pickles and mayonnaise in the house."

"I can't help it!" You gasped, your head snapping to get a view of him smirking at you.

"Mhm. Just wanted to stay fo' a few days fo' my snacks, bunny. Don't lie." His fingers cupped under your chin as he lifted your eyes to look at him.

You swallowed that feeling burning deep inside of you as you smiled sweetly up to him. His eyes twinkling with that hint of mischief you used to know so well.

You didn't have to read minds to know you two were already slipping back into those murky waters of the unknown chemistry between you two.

"You do have good snacks. Those little cookie things? Yeah, they're amazing."

"I saw you eatin' those mint chocolate cookies with mustard. How the fuck is that good?" He scoffed out a laugh, reality slapping you in the face as you shrugged.

"Dunno, the baby wants it."

The room felt like the air was taken out of it as you both stared at each other. The baby, Jesse, Camille, all of it running back into both your minds as Kevin Bacon's voice rang around the room. Your body pulled away from him even though your mind begged you not to.

"When's y'appointment?" He asked as his hands rubbed down his thighs, fidgeting with his rings.

"Thursday." Your eyes stayed fixed directly on the TV as you spoke. Teeth biting your bottom lip as your arms wrapped around yourself.

"So, they'll be gone." He asked, gesturing to the two snoring logs on the floor in front of you two.

"Mhm."

"You tell Jess 'bout it?" He asked and even though your eyes were burning holes through the television you could feel his uneasiness.

"Yup." You said with a sigh, leaning back against the couch. "Well, I tried but you know…"

"He's a dick." Harry mumbled under his breath a smile cracking on your face as you nodded your agreement.

"Maybe he'll come around." You shrugged, your fingers picking off the lint on your plaid pajama bottoms. Not wanting to get into this with him.

Not wanting to get into this conversation with anyone.

"Maybe I'll call my mum and she'll make him come 'round." Harry offered with that grin on his face.

"Okay. I want the option of him being in the baby's life. If Anne gets ahold of him, it's game over."

"Yeah, she'd be a bit… violent." He said with a laugh, your head nodding as you hummed your agreement.

"Remember when my homecoming date stood me up? That was scary." You blew out a breath as your eyes widened, remembering her storming into the dance to tell him off.

While it was sweet. It was probably the most embarrassing experience of your teenage years.

That and the time you started your period in a white skirt but you tried your absolute hardest to forget that ever happened. Even though Harry was sweet enough to give you his gym shorts for the day it was a fucking nightmare.

"Pretty sure that guy cried."

"We had a good time though." You said a smile ghosting your lips as your head rested on his shoulder. Him humming his agreement as his own head rested on top of yours.

"I'll go with yeh to y'appointment." He said a little while later, his eyes looking down to see you already staring at him.

"You don't have to, Haz. Know you hate doctors offices." His eyes rolling at you as he nudged you a bit with his shoulder.

"'S different when 's me goin'. Wanna go with yeh."

"You sure?" You questioned, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him. Knowing damn well his white coat anxiety was rough on him.

He just rolled his eyes at you. Smiling as he nodded his head. His arm reached around to pull you into his chest and even though you knew deep down inside of you that you two were crossing that line. You couldn't help how good he made you feel.

You sighed, settling into his chest. Eyes growing heavy as his hand ran over your hair. His breathing sounded like a gentle song lulling you to sleep.

"Night, love." He said a while later even though you couldn't hear him. Your slowed breathing giving away you were asleep as his lips pressed to your cheek.

"Going to get your heartbroken." He heard his sister mumble out from the other side of the room. Her head still resting on the pillow she had on the living room floor.

"I know."

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First Kiss (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Requested by anon: could you write some fluff with hope mikaelson?

Word count: 1804

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When you first joined the Super Squad, you were just excited by the fact that you would be fighting monsters up close and personal instead of running and hiding along with the rest of the students. Being best friends with MG just meant that you were dragged into vampire business more often than you would have liked, but at the end of the day, you couldn’t really complain since MG had been there for you more times than you could count.

Being a member of the Super Squad also meant that you got to spend more time with the one and only Hope Mikaelson than ever before. Every time she came into the same room, you had to contain your excitement and look away before she noticed. Kaleb rolled his eyes every time he saw you blush and muttered something about you and MG being two peas in a pod when it came to the girls you liked. There came a time when enough was enough, and Kaleb thought it would be best to help his less awkward friend get a date first. As you were setting up an event with MG, Kaleb finally cracked and decided to call you both out on what he saw as a major flaw.

“Why is it that I’m the one stuck with all the charm with the ladies? Watching you two try to get it on with the girls is like watching a penguin try to run.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Kaleb? Not in the mood for games today.”

“This ain’t no game, (Y/N)! Look at you! Look at MG! Both of you are cool ass people and yet, when either Lizzie or Hope come around the both of you turn into fools.”

“Listen, I know what you’re talking about with MG, but I’m no fool. Hope and I are just friends. Don’t know what you’re going on about with me.”

“Oh, you two are just friends, huh? Is that why your face gets hot enough to set half the school on fire whenever you see Hope?”

“It absolutely does not! I can be cool too.”

“Mhmm. Sure.” Kaleb looked unconvinced as he turned around and looked for a blood bag. Who knew trying to be nice and help other people would make him so thirsty?

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Just as Kaleb was trying to help you get it on, Lizzie decided to channel her energy towards helping her newfound friend find love. She knew that her being friends with Hope was something that no one else saw coming, but in her humble opinion, that only made their friendship more special. Her romance with Sebastian opened her eyes to the kind of person that truly deserved her love and attention, and it was only fair that her friend found someone who treated her the same. Preferably a shy, new vampire that had been too shy to make the first move.

“Hey Hope, I have a new idea.”

“If this new idea includes me dressing up in some weird costume again, the answer is already no.”

“First of all, none of my outfits look weird. I have the best style out of everyone at this school, and I know how much you love coming along with my plans. Now listen, I believe it’s been way too long since you’ve had a girl in your room for something other than actual studying, and I’m here to help make that happen.”

“Are you sure helping me isn’t just another way of avoiding talking about your own feelings about Sebastian staying behind in the prison world?”

“Well, luckily, we’re not here to talk about my love life, are we?” Lizzie took a moment to straighten out her jacket and looked around. “How about we choose someone who’s worthy of the famous Hope Mikaelson? Like (Y/N) over there? She’s cute.”

“She is, but I don’t think she likes me all that much.” Hope sighed in frustration. “I don’t know what I did, but every time she sees me she runs away.”

“Hope, please know that I’m asking this with love in my heart, but are you daft? It’s obvious that she likes you! Don’t tell me you haven’t seen her blush whenever you’re around. She hangs on to every word from you like you’re a prophet or something. You know, Sebastian used to look at me like that.” Lizzie looked into the distance wistfully before bringing herself back into the present. “Don’t worry about it, you beautiful tribrid. I’m going to ensure that you’re going to have a date by the end of the week.”

“Lizzie! Lizzie, no! Don’t bother her.” Hope hissed after Lizzie, but the blonde just ignored her as she strode over to talk to you. Being friends with Lizzie was going to be the death of her, she could feel it.

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“Heyyyyyy (Y/N)! How are you doing? No wait, don’t answer that, I know of a way to make your day better.”

“Good morning to you too, Lizzie.” Even though you and Lizzie were close friends, you weren’t really in the mood for whatever scheme she had in mind today. This entire week seemed to be kicking your ass, and you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“Okay, I know you’re tired from classes and MG certainly isn’t making things better by trying to drag you into one of his many schemes. I have something that will make your life infinitely better.”

“I’m listening.”

“So you know how much I hate that garden gnome with a sad excuse for a mophead, right? He has been trying to get his nose in with Hope, but I think I have a better person lined up to make the tribrid happy.”

“And who might that be?”

“You, you idiot. For someone who is usually so smart, you can be incredibly thick sometimes. Can’t you tell that Hope is waiting for you to make the first move?”

“There’s no way that’s true, Lizzie. I’m afraid you’re wasting your time.”

Lizzie let out an irritated sigh as she got up. “You know I’m right, (Y/N). You will realize in time the depth of your feelings for each other.” You rolled your eyes as you watched Lizzie walk away. You were glad that Lizzie seemed better after the whole situation with Sebastian, but not if it meant embarrassing you in front of Hope.

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Pining after Hope would have been much easier if Lizzie had just left you alone. However, she was insistent that both you and the tribrid find love. Once MG knew about the plan to get the two of you together, nothing could have stopped him from getting involved.

“MG, you seem to know (Y/N) best. What would be the best way to get her to tell Hope about her feelings?”

“Well, you know as well as I do that (Y/N) needs more than a little pushing to get her feelings out there. So what about we help do that for her by setting them on a date?”

“You know what, that’s the first good idea I’ve heard all day. I’ll set things up at the Mystic Grill, all (Y/N) has to do is show up.”

“I’ll make sure she’s there.”

“She’d better be, MG. The happiness of one lonely tribrid is counting on it.”

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You stared at your reflection, not sure if this was the look you wanted to go for tonight. MG had told you that there was a special event happening at the Mystic Grill later tonight, but stopped short at giving any details other than dressing up for the occasion. You didn’t think it was anyone’s birthday today, but you could be mistaken. Anyway, it was always better to be a little overdressed than underdressed for whatever occasion this might be. With a final fix, you started heading out the door.

When you got to the Mystic Grill, one thing that stood out to you was how quiet everything was. Normally if there was a celebration, there would be a lot more people gathered around, but tonight was different. It was too quiet, and all of your senses went into high alert as you stepped into the restaurant. When you walked inside, the only person you saw was Hope standing at a table with a note in her hand.

“Oh, there you are. Did you know anything about this?” Hope handed the note over to you.

“It says we have a date tonight, here at the Grill. This has Lizzie written all over it.”

“I suspected it might have been her too. Well, since we’re both here, did you want to sit down and grab a bite to eat?”

“Sure, I’m ready whenever you are.”

As soon as you sat down, Kaleb seemed to pop out of nowhere with two drinks in his hand. “So here’s a peanut butter blast for my favorite tribrid, and here’s a soda for my favorite vampire other than myself. Now, you both know how much I love to cook, so I’ve got something special whipped up for you guys. I’ll have that up for you and then I’ll leave you to it.” As he was walking out, he made a gesture at you, causing you to blush and look away.

Much to your surprise, Hope was extremely easy to talk to. The more you talked, the more it seemed as if you had known each other for a longer period of time. Before long, it had turned dark and Hope was walking you to her car. As she drove back to the school, the two of you sat in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence, but a quiet that made you realize you had officially met someone special. Hope’s hand inched towards yours, and the two of you held hands in the car for the rest of the way home.

When you arrived at school, Hope insisted on pulling the door open for you and walking you all the way back to your dorm room. When you got there, Hope seemed awfully shy all of a sudden. “Would it be okay for me to give you a kiss before I leave?”

“I think that would be more than okay.”

Hope leaned forward and up as she gave you a chaste kiss. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

“I’d like to see you around more often, if that’s okay with you.”

“I’d like to see you too. Don’t be a stranger.” You gave Hope a kiss on the cheek and Hope blushed as she walked away.

After you closed the door, Hope leaned against the wall and tried to breathe. The girl of her dreams had just given her a kiss back, and everything was right in the world.

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champhangman · 3 years

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Two More

Title: Two More Fandom / Character(s): AEW / Matt Jackson x OFC Warnings: A little suggestive language, but really nothing. Word Count: 2,650 Notes: This is my (belated) birthday and (early) Christmas gift for my beloved @wardl0w. Sister J, you’re simply amazing and I can’t even begin to get into how much you mean to me. This is also a tie-in to my multipart Christmas fic, Recipe for a Perfect Christmas, and features Matt and Shayna (aka J... it’s really her OC that I totally stole without permission borrowed). Hope you enjoy! More Notes: My entry into @12daysofchristmas for Day 10 (baking/cookies)

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"Here you go."

Shayna pulled her gaze from the TV screen and eyed the cup Matt was holding. The aroma of spices wafted under her nose and, sitting up, she reached for the cup. "What is it?"

"Some of the Christmas tea from your mom."

"Mm." She took a sip and sighed. "Tastes like apple pie."

"You want to try a treat?"

"The last time you asked me that we bought a house." She smiled at the memory of a slightly musty smelling basement, cold brick, and the heat of Matt's lips.

"I thought it was when you were cleaning out the closet."

"I did that before the house." She paused before taking another sip of tea. She hoped she had. Otherwise, the little surprise she'd gotten had occurred in that cold dark basement… Pushing that thought away, she took another sip. "What's your treat?"

"I made some of those Peanut Butter Surprises."

"Sure, I'll take one." She considered herself a woman of simple tastes, and preferred plain sugar cookies, but anytime Matt worked in the kitchen she was inundated with flavors. She could have blamed the few extra pounds she'd gained on his ramped up baking in recent weeks, but she knew the true reason. "Are there sugar cookies?"

"Of course." He grinned and disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned he was holding a small plate.

"I smell chocolate," she sighed. The cookies were large, nearly the size of her palm, and were domed. They didn't look particularly breathtaking or scrumptious, but she knew from experience that some of the best things Matt created in the kitchen were presented plainly. She could feel the warmth of them and breathed in the smell.

"This one has chocolate, this one doesn't," he said, indicating which was which. "I'm thinking of doing a drizzle design on top."

"Mm," she murmured thoughtfully. Picking up the one without chocolate, she hissed at the heat. It was going to be good. She knew it. Over recent weeks he had taken over the kitchen both day and night, going over the recipes he had been given and first working to perfect them then adding his own twists. Snickerdoodles with swirls of cinnamon sugar twisted into the dough, substituting different nuts for pecans or walnuts. She had tried them all, encouraging when he was doing well and being honest when his attempts needed more work. Her sweet tooth was being satisfied and then some.

There was just one small problem.

"Matthew."

"Hmm?"

"I can't taste test it if you're breathing down my neck."

"I'm not breathing down your neck."

"You're hanging over me."

He huffed out a sigh and took a large step back. "Better?"

She squinted at him, then turned her attention back to the cookie. Lifting it to her mouth, she took a large bite, eyes drifting shut as baked deliciousness exploded on her tongue. The cookie itself was lightly flavored with peanut butter, and the center reminded her of the peanut butter balls he made each Christmas. "Mm," she moaned, wanting to chew slowly to savor it but also wanting to eat the rest. "Oh my god."

Before she could take another bite, she heard his sigh of relief.

As much as she wanted to devour the remainder, she also needed to try the chocolate one. It tasted as good as the first and she moaned again, tongue darting out to catch the filling that clung to her bottom lip. "Oh my god, Matt, these are great."

"Yeah?" he asked.

Shayna glanced at him and saw the smug smile starting to form on his face. His cheeks bulged as it spread further, into a grin, and she felt her own grin forming. "Yeah. I love it. What are you gonna call them?"

"I think I'm gonna stick with Peanut Butter Surprise."

"How many did you make just now?"

"Three of each, why?"

"I want to see how they taste cooled. You can't drop everything to make them fresh if someone orders one, right?"

"Right." He nodded, still grinning, and turned to go into the kitchen. "I'll bring you some iced tea."

"Thank you." Settling back, she pulled her blanket over her legs and sighed happily while eating the rest of the cookies. When he brought her the glass of iced tea she smiled up at him. "What else are you working on?"

"Sugar cookies. I'm trying Lenny's recipe." He took the empty plate. "You need anything else?"

Shayna shook her head and reached for the remote. "I'm perfect."

"Yeah, but do you need anything?"

Laughing at the sentimentality, she shook her head again. "No, really, I'm fine. You don't have to wait on me."

"Babe, you fell."

"I slumped," she corrected.

He set the plate down and sat on the couch. Within seconds he had pulled her feet into his lap. By the time the commercial playing had finished, he had scooted across and shifted her so she rested in his lap. "You sure you don't want to call the doctor?"

Groaning, she let her head rest on his shoulder. "Matt. I'm fine."

"But why did you fall? I'm sorry, why did you slump?" he asked, frowning.

"I'm exhausted? I'm working all day, then I'm spending the evenings packing and wrapping presents for the kids or cleaning, and on weekends we're down in Bells Creek—"

"We can stay home this weekend," he said.

"No," she protested, sitting up. "You've got to meet with Lenny about the recipes. And there's the church thing."

"I can video chat—"

"And get distracted by me or the kids. I'll be fine." She kissed his cheek. "And I do want to go to church."

"We don't even go to church here," he muttered, throwing up his hands.

"I know, but it's Christmas." Smiling when he rolled his eyes and sighed, which she knew meant the matter was settled, she reached for the remote again. "Don't burn the cookies."

"Damn it," he sighed, slipping a kiss to her cheek. "Be right back."

"Mmhmm." She turned her attention back to the TV after he got to his feet. Grunting as he reached to tuck the blanket over her legs, she turned her head to look at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing the blanket for you."

"Matthew."

"Hmm?"

"What is with you lately?" She gave up on watching TV and switched it off, tossing the remote to the coffee table. "You've been smothering me."

"I have not." He straightened, hands on his hips. "You think I'm smothering you?"

"For the past week you've been flapping around me like a mother hen." If she didn't know better, she would think he'd figured out she was pregnant again. But the man was oblivious about that sort of thing. When she had learned she was going to have Madison she hadn't wanted to tell him too soon, fearing his reaction if she lost her like she'd lost what would have been their first child. So she had held the news back, expecting him to figure it out as the weeks slipped by. When, just after twelve weeks, he had slipped his hand over her middle and joked that she had gained a little weight, she had been too amused that he was truly that unaware to be mad. With Michael it had been the same thing, though she hadn't really worried about suffering another loss. Because she had known from the start that the baby would come, healthy and robust. She had left her obstetrician appointment cards and prenatal vitamins on the kitchen table and counter, she had bought maternity bras and left the tags on the bathroom counter, and Matt had merely nudged those things aside. Finally she had taken the first ultrasound printout and tucked it in a card, writing Pretty sure this one's a boy? inside and leaving it on his nightstand. And she would forever remember his joyous hoot when he'd discovered it the next morning, coming to hug her while she showered.

No, he didn't know. There was no way he knew. If he'd found the positive test stick in the bathroom trash he would have brought it out to her wherever she was and asked if it meant what he thought it did. If he'd seen her obstetrician appointment on the family calendar he would have asked what was up. Either he hadn't noticed, or he was keeping quiet. And she knew her husband. He didn't keep quiet about anything with the people he loved. Which meant he hadn't figured it out.

"I'm just trying to make up for all the time I've had to be away lately," he said. "I know you've had to do so much extra around here since I'm always going back and forth to meet with Lenny—"

"I don't mind," she promised. "When I was doing those classes last year you had to do extra."

"I know, but it's the worst time of year for me to make you carry more weight on your shoulders."

"That's what marriage is," she reminded him. "We pick up the slack, we even it out. At the end of the day as long as the kids are good and things are taken care of, it all works."

The buzzer sounded from the kitchen. Matt looked ready to say something but just nodded. "I just love you, babe."

"I just love you, too."

Smiling now, he headed into the kitchen.

The sugar cookies were delicious. Perfect, and just the way she loved them. She ate more than she should have, encouraged by his obvious delight that she was enjoying them, and washed them down with the iced tea. Then, stretching, she checked the time and groaned. "What time are you leaving?"

"I'm not."

"The kids."

"They're staying with Nick tonight."

"Why?" she asked. Not that she was complaining. She was so tired she knew she wouldn't have the energy to do more than flop on the couch with them and watch a movie or Christmas cartoons. Michael would get bored then want to play, Madison would drag out a million toys and games, and Matt would be in and out of the kitchen. Just thinking of the resulting mess exhausted her. Not that they wouldn't clean up, but the messes gave her anxiety.

"Date night?" he suggested.

"Date night. It's four o'clock, any place we'd want to go is already gonna be packed, I'm wiped out from my fall—"

"Slump."

Rolling her eyes, she lightly nudged his thigh with her foot. "It might have been a little fall."

"I was thinking we could stay in," he said, dropping onto the couch and pulling her legs into his lap. One hand slid to her ankle and began to rub.

"Perfect," she murmured.

"We'll order in and you can find something sappy to watch on TV." His fingers slipped up her calf.

"Good idea, since you've probably destroyed the kitchen."

"I cleaned up as I went," he defended.

"Anymore plans for this date night?" she asked, giggling when he scooted over and half-lay over her.

"It's been a while since we made love," he murmured.

She snorted. "This morning didn't count?"

"I mean in bed."

"Wait." She shifted so she lay on her back, sighing. "People can make love in a bed? You're kidding. I thought they were just for sleeping."

He laughed, and his kiss was gentle. "I hear a lot of people have sex in beds. Like, all the time."

"No way. Is that legal?"

"I think it's more legal than the things we've done."

"Because you get off on the idea of getting caught," she murmured.

"And you don't?"

"I just get off on you."

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They didn't order in. They stayed on the couch, being sweet and a little sappy and sharing kisses. When he dragged himself away to throw together dinner, she headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. And, seeing her reflection in the mirror, she sighed and wrapped herself in her robe and went to rummage in the closet for the gift she'd planned to give him on Christmas Eve. It wasn't fair to make him wait, to hold onto the knowledge like a secret she didn't want to share. After dressing in her matching shirt and a pair of leggings, she threw the robe on again and headed into the living room. It was corny, she knew, but she also knew he would appreciate the humor.

"Hey," she said when she stepped into the kitchen. She glanced to the sink and saw it was empty. The counters had been wiped down. He had cleaned and she smiled with relief as he turned from the stove.

"What's that?" he asked when she held out the gift box to him.

"An early Christmas present." She waited for him to say he hadn't gotten her anything yet, just so she could quip that he had. But he didn't, grinning as he ripped the paper from the box.

"Thanks, babe," he said, barely glancing into the box before stepping close to give her a kiss.

"Did you even look at it?" she sighed.

"It's a black t-shirt with some writing—"

"Matthew, read it."

Rolling his eyes, he popped the lid off the box again, letting it hit the floor. He pulled out the shirt and held it up, and she saw his eyes squint then the box hit the floor so he could hold the shirt with both hands. "I Put Buns in the Oven," he read softly. "Babe, what… Buns?"

Opening her robe so he could read her shirt, she laughed when his eyes widened. I've Got Two Buns in the Oven.

"Twins?" he whispered, gulping.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Positive. Two little dots on the ultrasound, two heartbeats." She pressed her lips together, needing him to do more than stare at her as though she had told him she were an alien high priestess.

"Twins," he breathed.

"Are we happy about this? Or are you just still in shock?" she asked.

"Definitely shock. I knew you were pregnant, but not with twins—"

"You knew?!"

"Yeah, I figured it out last week. When Nick pointed out I only put on a few pounds when you get pregnant. I looked at the calendar and had to do some math, and…" He grinned, sheepish. "I've been waiting for you to tell me."

"Is this why you've been smothering me?"

"Yeah…" He rubbed the back of his neck. Then his grin widened and he tossed the t-shirt onto the table, reaching to pull her to him. "We're happy about this."

"Absolutely," she agreed.

"How far along are you?"

"About ten weeks."

He was silent for a long moment, then pulled back, grinning. "The basement."

"No! The closet."

"Are you sure? Because the basement was hotter."

"But the closet was almost poetic," she murmured, leaning to kiss his cheek. "Making two babies while our kids were rattling the door…"

"It was hurried and you got a cramp in your leg," he grumbled. He wrapped his arms tighter around her.

"Yeah but it was still great."

"It's always great."

"Yeah, it's always great," she agreed. A giggle bubbled up when he leaned into her for a deep kiss.

"Two more," he whispered a few moments later. Resting his forehead against hers, he sighed.

"Yeah," she murmured. "Thanks for that."

"I'm so sorry."

"This is it," she said. "Four is more than enough."

"Good thing we're moving into a big house."

"New business, new house, new babies…" Shayna couldn't help but grin. "Nobody can say we do anything half-assed."

"Nope, we are definitely whole-assed."

"I love you, by the way."

"Love you too," he sighed, squeezing her close.

"Love you more."

"Love you most."

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jeonchan26 · 4 years

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Hold Me Close (Park Seonghwa)

Theme; Angst & Fluff Member: Seonghwa x female reader Resquested; No Summary: You thought your love story was coming to an end but in reality Seonghwa had a surprise for you.

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Looking back at the memories, you would have never thought it would end in a blink of an eye. You remember when you first met, you first kiss, the first I love you’s, and the first time you gave yourself to him. You couldn’t believe that a 2-year relationship was coming to an end and you felt like there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening.

Today was a beautiful day, the past days it has been nothing but rainy and clouding days. Today the sun was out and about, mother nature let out a nice cold breeze, dressing up in your favorite outside you packed your favorite book, headphones and a small basket of food and made your way to the park across the street from your house.

You set the blanket down putting the basket on top, taking your book you sat on the blanket and began to read. You were so into your book you didn’t notice the dog running your way or his owner calling out for him. Next thing you knew you had a big dog sitting down next to you waiting for a treat, when you looked up you laugh at the adorable animal.

“Well who might you be?” You said petting his head. “Where is your owner” you started looking around when you notice a tall handsome guy with black hair running up to you.

“Buddy, I told you to stay why don’t you listen” He panted trying to catch his breath as he stopped in front of you both. The dog looked back and whimpered before paying attention to you, wiggling his tail in excitement.

“Im guessing he ran away from you? You must of done something to scare him off like that?” You giggled playing with the dog.

“I mean I wouldn’t say I scared him off but when he sees a beautiful girl, he can’t help it” He smiled, and you thought it was the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. This guy was drop dead gorgeous, making you blushed at his comment.

“I don’t think it was the beautiful girl that made him come to me but the basket of treats that she has” you giggled tearing your eyes away from him feeling flustered from starring at him for too long.

“I’ll beg a differ. Are you here with anybody?” he said looking around to make sure no angry looking guy was stalking your way to beat him up.

“Nope, just me. Today seemed like a nice day to go out and enjoy the fresh air. Are you umm with anybody?” You smiled looking up at him still petty his dog, who had seemed to grow fond of you and laid his head down on your lap enjoying your fingers on his hair.

“No, I also came to enjoy the day. Decided to take Buddy out on a walk but as you can tell he ran away and now is enjoy your company more than mind.” He pouted cutely before chuckling.

“Well you are more than welcome to join me, that is if you don’t mind. I brought enough food for two people” you smiled glancing at the spot next to you.

You saw him smile before sitting down next to you. “Seonghwa,” He said extending his hand out for you. “Hi Seonghwa, I’m (Y/N)” you smiled taking his hand and giving it a friendly shake.

Do you remember ever reading or watching how when you touch someone, you felt the electricity run up your arm? You weren’t one to believe in love at first sight but with Seonghwa it felt different, a good different. You blushed pulling your hand away after a while before opening the basket taking out the food. This made Buddy sit up in excitement but was sad when Seonghwa told him he couldn’t have any food. And that is how your first picture with him happened, Buddy sitting between you and Seonghwa while he took a picture of you three.

Putting the picture back in the box, picking up another picture you noticed it was a from your first date.

You remember how nervous you felt when you were getting ready, your best friend helped you picked out the perfect outfit, did you hair and make-up. When Seonghwa picked you up he was speechless, you looked so beautiful that there were no words that could describe how beautiful you looked. Give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers he grabbed you hand walking you towards his car before opening the door for you. Seongwha was a complete gentleman that day, it was so easy to hold a conversation with him. You had a nice dinner and a small walk under the city lights, the date couldn’t have been more than perfect. It ended with a goodnight kiss and a second date for the following day.

You giggled at the memory, remember how the next date was at the arcade and you kicked his in a few games, but you did get a cute little stuff bunny to remember how perfect the day was. Looking through the box of memories it only brought you pain because you knew that Seonghwa was planning to break up with you or at least he was giving you the signs that your relationship was coming to end.

The past 2 weeks he has been coming home late, ignoring your texts and calls when he answers it is a short reply with, “I got to go” and him hanging up on you. Whenever you ask him about going out on small dates, he always says he is busy and leave to go hang out with the boys.

You hear the front door open and you quickly wipe your tears and hide the box under your bed. You quickly made your way to fix your make up, tonight he asked you out to go out with him and you said yes in a heartbeat. You decided to wear Seonghwa favorite dress on you, you figure at least after you had something to remind you off him.

“(Y/N)? Baby, where are you? Are you ready to go?” He said walking into the room taking in your appearance. “Wow baby you look beautiful as always” He said wrapping his hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. You smiled and lean into him letting out a sigh when you felt him kiss the top of you head.

“Come on we don’t want to be late” He whispered pulling away taking your hand and walking towards the door and out the front door towards your date.

“Where are we going?” You asked looking up at him, even with heels you had to look up at him but he always found your shortness cute.

“That is a surprise that I cannot tell you yet” He said opening the car door for you inside you noticed the bouquet of your favorite flowers, he picked them up and handed them you. “Flowers for the most beautiful girl in my world” You couldn’t help but blushed at him taking the flowers from him and getting in the car. Closing the door behind you he took out his phone and sent a text message before getting in the car.

“I need you to put this on you” He said taking out a blindfold. “Why?” You said confused before letting out a laugh.

“I told you it’s a surprise and I don’t want it to get ruined” He laughed as you turn to face the window allowing him to put the blindfold on you carefully not to ruin your hair or make-up.

“You’re not going to kill me and dump me somewhere” you joked fidgeting with the hem of your dress. He took you hand in his as he started to drive and bring your hand to his lips giving it a small kiss making you smile. After a while you felt the car come to a stop and Seonghwa getting out the car making his way towards you, hearing you door open you felt him grab you hand helping out of the car.

“Watch your step” You heard him say, you felt the butterflies getting bigger in your stomach. You stopped walking and felt Seonghwa behind you taking the blindfold slowly, once it was off you looked around noticing the heart shape candlelight are you. You looked confused but noticed the boys with big smile on their faces sitting down a few feet away from you and Seonghwa. Looking up at him you noticed the shaky breath he let out.

“2 years ago, I met the most beautiful girl right at this spot thanks to Buddy. Ever since I met that girl I knew she was the one, she made me feel like love at first sight existed and made me realized that everything I everything I ever wanted was right in front of my eyes. I fell in love with the girl that loves me for me and not for Seonghwa from Ateez. I can be myself around her, she makes me smile, makes my heart skip a beat every time she is near me. My love for you gets stronger and stronger every day and I can’t seem to stop myself, but I don’t want too.” At this point you were in tears but seeing him getting in one knee in front of you made your tears start coming out faster. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I don’t want to spend the rest of my live with anybody else but you, would you make me the happiest man alive and become my partner in life, my peanut butter to my jelly, my wife?”

You gasped hearing the words coming out of his mouth, but you nodded quickly as you couldn’t find the words at the moment. You heard the boys cheer before Seonghwa slipped a ring on your ring finger, not caring about what I looked like you pulled him into a kiss, he picked you up and kissed you back. “I love you so much Seonghwa, you don’t even know” you whispered when you pulled away from him still in his arms.

“I honestly thought you were going to break up with me” you giggled making him look at you confused. “Why did you think that? Oh, wait don’t answer that” he said remembering the past last two weeks. “I’m sorry but I was so nervous, and you know I can’t keep a secret even if my life depend on it. But I’m sorry for making you feel like I was going to break up with you.” He said kissing your forehead.

“Forever?”

“And Always” He said with a smiled before the boys came and pulled you guys apart to congratulate you both.

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calypsoff2 · 3 years

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Two.

It’s crazy because Tianna hasn’t actually spoken to Robyn since, she comes to me for everything, and Robyn said she will just not say anything. Robyn is taking it bad though and I feel for her, she just left it as I sleep in the bed with the kids and she sleeps with Mel, but we need to discuss what the fuck we going to do, I know the family is thinking what the fuck is happening with us, Robyn is so upset. It’s hurtful to know your child is feeling that way and on top of that they aren’t speaking to you either, it’s so sad and I hate that my girls are like this “y’all going to be good with uncle Rajad?” I asked, the girls are watching TV and are quiet “where you going?” Tianna asked “nowhere far, just upstairs oh look Gran Gran is here” Monica is awake “ok” turning away to go upstairs “aye, what happened yesterday. The whole reason why I had to take her to McDonalds?” Rorrey asked me “oh yeah” looking behind me “long story short, Tianna cried outside. She feels Robyn doesn’t love her as much as she does Imani and Rylee, she has picked up on Rylee being called Robyn’ twin and she is taking hard saying what is wrong with her that she doesn’t get that, she is wanting to be that. She feels Rylee gets more love and that people treat her different, that in school they call Rylee Rihanna over there, I didn’t know any of this. She is taking it hard, and I needed to speak to Robyn because she turned around and said I don’t want to speak to mom, she doesn’t love me like that so that is why I did that, thank you for taking her out” hitting his arm lightly “oh shit, no way? I didn’t know, oh my god. Not my niece, wow. I didn’t think she was feeling that she was so calm about things with me. We had a laugh, no. I am so sad about that” nodding my head “same, just keep it to us. I don’t think she wants people to know so they treat her different, you know?” Rorrey looks really upset about this, I don’t blame him because we all are feeling that.

Mel’ bedroom door is open, so I know they are in Robyn’ bedroom, knocking on the door lightly as I opened it “just me” poking my head around “come in, come in” Robyn said, I sighed out “I cried” Mel said, closing the door behind me “I know, it’s hurtful” I mumbled “hurtful? It’s broken my heart, I remember saying this to Robyn what if you have more daughters and they feel they don’t amount to you, what if they be in your shadow, shit is happening” Mel said, you can tell she is hurt “it’s something we need to act on without her really knowing because she doesn’t want a pity party, I know she doesn’t want that. Tianna is clever as hell, she will know. It’s hard when your mother is Rihanna, you know. I just wish I knew when this started, but I don’t know but yeah. We are supposed to go shopping today, she asked where I was going but I am of course taking her, but Robyn needs to get involved” Mel nodded her head “I just threw an idea in, Robyn agrees. Robyn said about you both going shopping together, she goes she is going to ask Tianna if she could come, I goes if she said no then what?” stuffing my hands in my pockets “that is the issue, if she does then what but I think she won’t” pacing the room “then I said we are in London, France isn’t far. You both take her away, if she agrees which I think she will then Robyn will say France has better stores and you both take her, nice little weekend away. Spend time with her, Rylee and Imani have us, I mean I will have to take Rylee out because she asked me” that sounds good “Rylee isn’t going to like that, she likes to be involved you know that? Tianna doesn’t want to be in a room with Rylee either, so we need to change that” Mel cringed “she is growing, Rylee needs to accept it. Ignore her, Tianna needs time with Robyn” nodding my head agreeing.

Mel left the room, it’s sad to know this. I feel like the whole house is becoming so sad “I can’t do my makeup, I just can’t do it” Robyn threw something to the side “I can’t do my makeup, it’s driving me crazy” walking around the bed and towards her “then don’t, I prefer you without makeup anyways” Robyn looked at me “look at me, I just barely slept. Just thinking, I hate that I am not the mother I thought I would be you know? How can my own daughter feel that way, I have always been worried about it and up until now I thought I was doing good. I can’t do this, if I tell my mother she will be like let me take her to Barbados, her end all is Barbados, like it fixes anything. She thinks I can’t deal with the kids already; I just feel it’s a mess” placing my hands at the side of her face “stop panicking, this can be fixed ok? We can fix it, just stop worrying. You are a good mother; our daughters are growing and as they grow they see things. I just think we need to take the phone off them, they are seeing too much on there also. We just need to concentrate on the kids first ok?” Robyn nodded her head “I love you; all parents make mistakes. We aren’t the first and not the last, trust me. We aren’t the worst either so just relax, we can deal with it. But we need to split Rylee and Tianna up, I think maybe she is trying to find herself?” I don’t know but I think maybe she is, Robyn sighed out “how did our kids grow up so quick caring about what the world thinks already, I hate social media” that mobile will be taken from them, social media is evil.

Robyn has given up on doing makeup, I am glad she has given up because she wasn’t getting far with it. She kept crying so we just come downstairs, it is better we just get on with it because if we do go France then we can go now “I will get Tianna and you just come in” I said opening the living room door “Tianna, baby come here. Mamacita, not you” Imani looked at me, but she didn’t move, she seems so calm with Monica, and I understand why, Monica ain’t the one to play with “I am going to miss my show!” Tianna said laughing “I know baby, come” opening the door wider “are we going out now?” she asked, she hasn’t forgotten “yeah, sshhh now” closing the door “come with me, to the kitchen. I need some food, I am hungry and then we can go” Tianna skipped off into the kitchen “come here” picking her up and placing her atop of the kitchen counter “you look so pretty, I like this dress. Who dressed you?” I said smirking “you did!!” she spat, I laughed “I got taste huh, give me kiss” she kissed my cheek “I don’t know what to eat baby, what should I eat?” she shrugged “peanut butter jelly?” pulling a face but that could be a good idea “hey” let’s see if Robyn’ acting skills are good, Tianna got ever so quiet seeing Robyn “why are you laughing Chris? You’re annoying” I can’t help it “my bad, what do you want anyways? Tianna and I are going shopping” Robyn’ eyes widened “oh wow, and where is my invite?” I shrugged “I didn’t organize it, Tianna did. She said she is spending daddy money and arranged it” Tianna looked at me with puppy dog eyes, she is so adorable looking all sad “did I not get the invite?” Robyn asked, “mommy is asking Tianna” she looked away from me and at Robyn “can mommy not come shopping with you?” Robyn asked but Tianna is ever so quiet, not a word coming out of her “but then Rylee comes” oh Tianna is talking “if mommy comes, she knows all the best places and we can both make daddy spend more money. I know the best things, daddy doesn’t. And I promise no Rylee, if I can come” Tianna looked at me “don’t ask me, this is your decision baby” she is asking me like this is not her decision “yes, daddy said you can” she is such a liar, I chuckled “I am really excited to go shopping Tianna” Robyn said smiling wide, licking my lips feeling a little joy that my daughter is speaking to Robyn.

I ended up just making a jelly sandwich, a nigga can’t be bothered to be doing anything else “nice?” I asked Tianna, she nodded her head smiling “this is when daddy is lazy and can’t be bothered” I laughed “Tianna, I was thinking” Robyn came back into the kitchen, she took her time “yes mommy” my heart right now, oh god she just wants her mom “you know where I think we should go, there have so many nice shops there and we should spend a lot of daddy money yes?” Tianna nodded her head “eh, ladies? You trying to make me broke” I said laughing “shall we go France? Just us three” her eyes lit up and then got confused “I went there before?” she asked “you have, ages ago. You remember that trip?” clearly she does “well I think we should go there, I think it will be exciting and we can see all the fancy stores. And it has Disneyland there, shall we visit Mickey too” Tianna nodded her head “please, oh yes!” she spat, Robyn got teary eyed “we will do that” Robyn wants to cry, I know she is hurting so much “we will sit down with the other two, just tell them” nodding my head, I think Rylee will be the issue.

Robyn took both Imani and Rylee up the stairs; I am just following behind. Tianna is so excited, just to see her smiling so much is making me smile “mom, Imani bit me today” Imani does that a lot “mamacita, what we said about you biting?” we reached the top of the steps and she ran off “you can run but you can’t hide Imani, we don’t bite” Robyn said, she can be so silly sometimes “mom I am so happy you’re home, everyone is running wild at home” Rylee is such a liar “why are you being a liar, I have done nothing but love you girls so much” walking into the bedroom, Robyn let go of Rylee’ hand and went straight to Imani that was nonchalant, she does not care “Imani come here” Robyn got down onto her knees “come here now, let me talk to you” Imani knows she done bad, she looked at me as she went to Robyn and crossed her arms across her chest “I did nothing” Robyn placed her hands at the side of Imani to hold her still “why did you bite your sister? Where did this biting come from, look at me now” she is looking at everyone but Robyn “talk to me, why are you biting people? I heard you bit daddy, that is not nice now. Being naughty is not nice” she huffed “sorry” she apologised “don’t say sorry to me, you say sorry to Rylee and daddy but you need to tell me why you are biting?” she shrugged “Rylee annoying” Robyn shook her head “that is not good, if she is annoying you then you tell me” Robyn said “you not here though you always far” Robyn went ever so silent just staring at Imani saying those words “just say sorry to Rylee” Robyn said, these girls have missed Robyn so much.

Robyn composed herself, she is really getting it in the neck with the kids and I know she is feeling awful about everything “Imani sit still” I know my daughter she wants to go “I sit here” she pointed at Robyn’ lap “ok you can, so girls. Me and daddy are going away just for a few days, don’t give me that face. It will be only a few days, you will have Mel, Jah, Rorrey, Rajad and Grandma Monica! And they will all look after you, Mel also is taking you out, but mommy and daddy need to go away but we will be back” Rylee looked at me “where is Ti?” she asked “she is coming with us” Rylee gasped “but that is not fair, I want to come” slowly making my way towards Robyn, I want to support my wife “and we both said you are staying here did we not? Rylee I want you to be a big girl now and just listen to what we say, Tianna is coming with us and I do not want you to start playing up either” Rylee is really not happy, she is mean mugging now “is it because you missed Ti birthday? Why can’t I come?” she is trying to figure out why “doesn’t matter what, all I want from you is to be good while we are gone, I don’t want you to start crying either because we are taking Tianna, and then we will be back ok?” she shrugged “whatever” shaking my head “don’t whatever us Rylee or then Mel won’t take you out either, you can sit here” that made her face change, her mouth hung open “you’re being nasty, that is so unfair mom. You said we was going to go out together if I be good, fine. Can I go now” she looked at me “go” she knows I guess but she is hard work “Imani do you care?” she hasn’t said a word “I go toilet” rolling my eyes “come” she makes me laugh so much this girl, picking her up to take her.

We packed our stuff and are ready to go, Rich and Frank are here “where are you both going?” Monica said confused “oh I am taking care of the kids, it’s ok” Mel said getting involved “I know but I am here too, you both just reunited” Robyn is here finally “erm, we are just taking Tianna to France, her birthday was missed by Robyn so just a little something for her” I mean she doesn’t know the truth “awww ok, that is so sweet my TT will love that, won’t you. Give me a hug baby” imagine if Monica knew the truth “I am spending daddy money” Tianna hugged Monica “awww baby, you spend it all on you. You deserve it, I will see you back here, I will be waiting” smiling at both Monica and Tianna “I love you; I can buy you something too” Monica moved back from a hug “you buy me something pretty baby, well have fun then. Robyn just didn’t mention it” nodding my head smiling awkwardly, Rylee made her way over to us and then held Monica’ hand “bye Ti�� she said, she is still not happy that we are going “mom is going to get you presents for missing your day Ti” looking at Robyn “shall we go then” I said, I just want to leave “I am going to miss you, but mom the most because I just seen her after all this time” I just want to go because Rylee is going to keep us waiting “mommy” now Imani has started “all this time? I thought Robyn was coming and going?” Monica said, Imani ran to Robyn so she can hold her.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Fanfiction

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lovelyrhink · 4 years

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i’ll try everything once

a few years after graduating college, rhett and link explore an everlasting playfulness through their mid-twenties. it’s late into the evening, at house party down the street, when rhett starts giving link eyes like he’s never before.

they’re roommates in a ‘burban house with two other guys, but as they sit across from each other now, they’re surrounded by a ring of ten. music pulses low under the hum of drunken murmurings, and the space feels loose and comfortable like it does when men treat each other like brothers. link sips his ~nth beer, sets his gaze on rhett, and studies him in a manner anything but.

he’s laughing, nudging the guys next to him. his thighs are splashed with beer and link admires how pink his face gets when he’s pissed, sloppy-happy. all but link slip into a curious and slurry dialogue, and he stays quiet as the guys start talking about drugs. someone asks if anyone’s tried coke, or acid, and some of link’s friends titter a positive, offering their stories. it goes like that, guys telling each other what and what not to take, planning dates for mushroom trips.

the party teases into the night, bypassing a drunken truth-or-dare with a biting, we’re not teenage girls! someone rolls a joint, and after two rounds of puff-n-pass, one of the twelve asks another question. link likes him. noah, he thinks, the noah that’s nice and a little bit shy. when he asks, “would you ever suck a dick for drugs? or money?” link’s belly lurches.

that’s when rhett says it. he pipes up, “i’ll try everything once,” and over-emphasizes a wink. the two on his sides shove him, but a few of the other laughing boys nod or shrug. rhett’s laughing, too, a beautiful sound to match the pretty of his face. his cute little teeth flash an unabashed confidence, but then he fixes his eyes on link. he sits up goes a little softer in the brows.

link’s breath catches at the strange mischief in his face, but it’s his cock that twitches when rhett wraps his lips on the head of his beer, unwavering stare. he lingers as he sips, keeping his eyes on link as heat floods through the boy at the receiving end. rhett finishes his bottle and alerts the boys for another round, leaving link fizzling. link swallows the lump in his throat and blinks, stupid.

after the party, link offers the tipsy confession that rhett had charmed everyone at the kickback. you had everyone whipped, link says, and you look good. he always looks good in red, link thinks. matches the redness of his lips. rhett grins, slaps a thank you into link’s shoulder. they’re too drunk to say anything else as they stumble the streets under a warm june night, back to their house and straight into bed. link doesn’t dream, but thinks rhett’s mouth one.

fortunately, their hangover isn’t as bad as it should be, and they recover quickly and return to work. they go off independently in the morning, but when they’re both back in the house after five, rhett starts acting... weird. he sidles up to link in the kitchen and hip-checks him. he buys them beer for no reason and starts playin’ like he’s got an inside joke with himself. he’s cheeky, sneaky, and link catches his eyes go soft and dark like they do often over the following days.

rhett says naught else, but gives link the same weird look when they meet at the fridge at midnight and he goes for a frozen butterfinger. again, link’s body flushes with confused heat, simmering into the tingles he’s felt for rhett all his life. he grabs a pint of peanut butter chunk ice cream and makes his escape as he mutters, “why are you looking at me like that?” knowing for sure rhett won’t answer. it’s another few days before rhett does it again. with a banana.

link huffs. he hates this, even if his body doesn’t. rhett’s a joker, a prankster, and link can’t let his lifelong crush drown him in lust just cuz rhett’s lips look really good when he puts them on something. link ignores him, but the time after that, rhett’s insistent. he leans in the doorway of link’s bedroom, tells him that richard and gregg are still out at the show, and gives link the look™

“okay,” link grunts. the teasing has made him tense and just a bit irked. rhett’s put something in him that he can’t jerk out, and it eats him up.

rhett cocks his head, admires link’s devotion to his magazine. it goes quiet, and rhett comes farther into the room and shuts the door. link’s feet are up on his desk, but his eyes are down. he can’t look at rhett anymore, not when his hips are swaggering like that, eyes on link. he’ll dent his magazine if he does.

“stay curious,” rhett states. “that’s what i say. i consider myself a pretty curious guy, you know that.” goddamn his sexy smirk. “and i’m always up for a challenge. if i could take on every unanswered question of the universe, i would, even if i had to make up the solution. i’m pretty flexible that way.”

link says nothing, so rhett pouts and kicks him. link snarls and sets his magazine aside. rhett’s arms are folded so link mirrors him. “what are you even talking about? leave me alone.”

rhett shrugs, twist in his hips, and link takes his feet off the desk. he goes far from rhett at the other side of the room, but rhett follows. he’s got something in mind, link’s body knows it, but link’s slow and keyed-up and again, stupid. he turns and lets rhett consume him with his handsome features and indiscernible expression. rhett looks like he needs to say something, so link prompts, “well?”

“you know how kasey dumped me a few weeks ago?”

“sure.”

“she said i was distracted. like i got bored of her and didn’t want her.”

link doesn’t respond. he hates this whole conversation. rhett waits, then commands him silently. link sighs, defeated. “did you?”

rhett shrugs again.

ugh! this man is infuriating! link’s body temp rises and he breathes through his nose in frustration. without a clue of what’s to come, link closes his eyes and grunts, “do you need somethin’ from me, or...?”

“wanna try suckin’ a dick. actually, wanna try suckin’ your dick.”

critical hit! link stumbles back and bumps into the foot of the bed. his whole body goes red-hot, and he flutters his eyes as he replays the last few seconds, rhett’s filthy little grin and the pop of tongue in his cheek. link swallows the tightness in his throat, yet it does nothing as he squeaks out a, “what?!”

“you heard me.” the teasing flirtation in his face twists into a deepening lust, and he takes a few steps towards link.

link stays fixed, trying to un-hear what his dick is throbbing to live out. rhett comes close enough for link feel his warmth and he backs into whatever is behind him, hot and trembling, effectively wigging out. rhett puts his mouth close to link’s ear but doesn’t touch him. “can i suck you? please?”

attraction thrumming in a huge rolling wave of heat, link’s body cries out for him, “yes!” and rhett grabs him by the waist.

rhett kisses link’s mouth once to try it, then pulls back and does the same to every inch of him. a smooch everywhere there’s never been one, from link’s neck to his pecs and ribs, over his soft t-shirt and down his belly, nuzzling into his torso. link’s dumbstruck, gripping onto the foot of the bed behind him, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on his breathing, calm and shallow.

when rhett yoinks link’s shirt up and does the same to his bare skin, scraping his beardy mouth along link’s clavicle, link fizzles and his knees go weak. rhett makes quick work of suckin’ on his nipples and link eeks out a helpless, whimpery noise. he moves down to gnaw sloppy kisses on link’s jutting hipbones, and link’s cock weeps. the feeling overwhelms - the scrappy beard that rhett’s been growing out, his soft and plush little mouth, his teasing tongue. wanting to be admired, rhett taps link’s hip to get his attention.

rhett’s hunched over to get his mouth near link’s belly and his eyes are darker than they’ve ever been. his cheeks are stained rose pink and his eyebrows are creased like he’s withholding something deeply aroused inside. link’s mouth is dry at the sight: rhett’s handsome face next to the tautest erection he’s ever had. wasting no time, rhett tugs at link’s basketball shorts and reveals it.

link winces at the feeling of himself exposed, but keeps his gaze down as rhett looks at it with those same soft eyes, then grabs it with little fear and starts workin’ it and jerkin’ it however he pleases. link digs his nails into his wooden lifeline and leans all his weight. his thighs trembling into numbness, his whole body hot and weak and wanting. bold now, he watches rhett and snaps,

“come on, put it in your mouth.”

rhett chuckles, “you want it,” and obeys his roommate’s gruff demand.

“fuck!” link shouts when rhett sinks his mouth. he sucks the pink head of link’s cock into his even pinker mouth, pillowy lips parting in a round ‘O’ around the thickness. he’s gone, but then lust sends him to hell when rhett grabs him by the hips, pins him back against the bed frame behind him, and starts suckin’.

eyes squeezed shut once again, link lets rhett learn everything he can from his cock. how to cup his balls and bite his thighs, how to tease the head with his pointy tongue, and how to hollow his gaunt cheeks, really sucking on link for all he has. delirious, link doesn’t know how long rhett’s been on him. he’s sweaty in his crumpled shirt and his thighs are prickled with gooseflesh, he’s overly warm and the hot wet suction on his cock sending shivers through every nerve.

when rhett pulls off, his words sound thick with cream. “look at me.”

link looks, and rhett’s eyes shine like the devil’s pool of tar. his perfect brows are knit and his cheeks are flush. the beard is slick and his posture has curled in on itself, one hand disappearing between his legs. he looks horny, feels needy on link’s cock, and link ventures one trembling hand to cup his face.

“thanks for lettin’ me do this,” he purrs. “been achin’ for awhile.” link pushes his thumb into rhett’s lip as he sinks his perfect mouth again, finishing him off.

#rhink #headcanons #hnnnng more playful!rhett #and more of his mouth #this is giving me appa's 'experiments' vibes #love bein inspired by this fandom

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jamielea81 · 5 years

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Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 3

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Warnings: Cursing and Drinking

Word Count: About 3,000

A/N: This story is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome. Tag list is open, please send me an ask.

Internal thoughts are in italics.

Read chapter 2 here

Another week on set had passed as quickly as the last. There weren’t any late night meetings with either leading man, which was fine by you. Sure, you had worked with both actors throughout the week, but mostly on set, or a quick drop by in your office.

Since set life was pretty busy, your social life was suffering quite a bit. You hadn’t seen Joanna since the weekend before you started with the studio and she was pretty pissed.

“I work for fucking Sony, Y/N, and I make time for your ass,” she said flatly in the phone.

“Well, you like my ass. I mean, it’s pretty nice if I do say so myself.”

“You’re lucky you’re funny,” she added.

“Mhm.”

“Anyway…I’m picking you up in an hour.”

“Jooo,” you whined. “Sleeping in my bed sounds better. I just want to be lazy and watch a movie.”

“Too bad. I haven’t seen my best friend in weeks and we need to catch up. Besides, I have news for you.”

“Alright, you’ve piqued my interest. See you soon loser.”

Crawling out of bed and shimming out of your sweats, you dragged yourself into the bathroom to take a shower. Joanna’s idea of getting together usually involved alcohol, so you at least needed to look presentable.

Slipping on a cotton white dress with navy stripes and a pair of short brown boots, you called it good. The dress was comfortable and cute without much effort. You kept your makeup light, not only because you were feeling lazy, even after a long shower, but also because you were short on time. Running a quick hand through your hair a couple of times, your phone was buzzing with text messages.

Jo: I’m here!!!!

You let out a chuckle at her enthusiasm and tossed your phone in your bag.

Joanna parked her SUV on the side of a street that was lined with boutique shops. It definitely wasn’t your normal area to drink or even shop, but who were you to argue? With work being as busy as it was and not to mention being the new girl, you had been pretty distant as of late.

“I just want to pop into this shop really quick, then we’ll grab some tea afterwards,” Joanna said.

Tea?

The two of you enter a cozy shop that you didn’t catch the name of as it was etched in the glass with curly letters. Your tired mind couldn’t decipher quite what it said. Inside is cozy whites, pinks, blues, and yellows. Your mind finally catches up when you see a row of baby strollers.

We’re in a baby store?

Joanna floats around the shop, squeezing stuffed animals, burp clothes, and blankets. Pretty much everything with texture. You follow behind her like a puppy, wondering why she needs to pick up something here. She eventually stops her searching at a table full of onesies. She picks up two, one in each hand. They are both white in color, but one has a giraffe on it while the other has a bunny.

“Okay. What gives?” you ask.

Still holding the onesies in both hands, she looks at you with wide eyes. “What?” she asks playfully.

Her eyes give her away and you can tell she’s messing with you. Raising your eyes brows in return, you cross your arms and pop a hip out.

“I probably shouldn’t say anything because it’s really early, but you’re my best friend and I need to tell someone.” She pauses for a moment and again your tired mind is just not following. “I’m pregnant!” she squeals. She drops the onesies on the table and shakes her hands in the air.

You stare at her contemplating what she just said. Pregnant. The word sounds funny in your mouth.

“Oh my god. You’re pregnant? You’re pregnant!”

She chuckles at your enthusiasm as you start to jump up and down. You pull her into a hug and then pull back slightly, not wanting to hurt her.

“You can’t break me,” she said.

“Shush,” you say, and pull her back in your arms. “Guess I’ll need to find new friends to drink with.”

Joanna smacks you on the butt. “Someone needs to drink with Ian.”

Filming was on schedule which was surprising. Generally, a film of this size would be behind, especially early in the shooting schedule. Granted, this was the largest project you had been a part of. Credit was due to the awesome director. He was amazing at communication with everyone including you. He often asked for your notes between scenes and sought out both Monica’s and your opinions. Both Chris and Keanu were amazing, often getting the scene with one to two takes. There were only seven more shooting days before a week and a half break, then off to the cold of Vancouver.

Your cellphone buzzed with a text, but that was nothing new between Monica, David, and the writing staff calling or texting all the time. Pushing away your laptop, you picked up the phone from your desk and leaned back in your chair.

Unknown number: Chocolate chip or peanut butter

“What?” you mumbled to yourself.

Y/N: Who is this?

Before you can even set your phone down, it buzzes again.

Unknow number: Just answer the question

“Who the fuck is this?” Apparently talking to yourself was your new thing.

Y/N: I need context here mysterious one.

Y/N: Ice cream, cookies, protein bars?

Unknown number: Cookies, obviously. This is serious.

You sighed and decided to play along with the dealer of sweet treats.

Y/N: Chocolate chip of course. But if frosted sugar cookies come into play, that wins.

Your phone rang not a second later with the unknown number.

“Hello?” you said.

“Sugar cookies?! Y/N, come on. No. Just no.”

“Who is this?”

“Chris,” he said.

“Chris...?”

“Seriously?” he questions. “Evans.”

“Oh fuck. Sorry. I’m sorry Chris.”

“You should be. Sugar cookies,” he scoffed. “Come on!”

You let out a giggle. “I like what I like.”

“So, chocolate chip?” he questions.

“Yeah. What are you up to anyway?”

I’m stealing a box from Craft Services,” he says it like it’s something he always does. Like it’s just normal to call you up and ask what you like.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Next question.”

“Shoot.”

“How’d you get my number?”

“I asked Monica. Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

This was something you had to get used to apparently. Chris Evans has your number and you now have his too. Not that you would call him.

You hummed in response.

“See you soon,” he said before disconnecting the call.

Chris is coming to your office. No big deal, he’s been here before, on your first day and one other time. This is fine. You can be normal.

You straightened up your small office. There wasn’t much to clean. Mr. Fern was thriving, although you’d have to find a babysitter for him when you were in Canada. You had no pictures or artwork on your walls, but you did have a framed photo of your friend group sitting on your desk, along with a jar of pens in various colors and styles. There were three sizes of notepads, one in a beautiful rose tone with thick aged looking paper. The other two were lined like the type you would use in school. You were a minimalist at work, what could you say?

Twenty minutes later there’s a knock at your door.

“It’s open,” you shout, just loud enough for the person to hear.

You knew Chris would be coming by, so you had time to mentally prepare, but he still makes you a little nervous. The man is attractive and he’s so personable. You’re nervous with Keanu too, but he’s so much more serious. When the two of you do chat, which isn’t a lot, it’s about national issues, who’s your favorite poet, have you tried this or that brand of green label coffee? Okay, that last one is pretty low key, but still.

“I bring peace and good tidings, but most importantly cookies.” Huge grin on his face.

In his hand, wrapped in a napkin, are three chocolate chip cookies. His hand is outstretched for you to take the cookies, but you don’t. Eyes looking from his hand to his face and back again.

“This isn’t a box of cookies. I expected a box of cookies.” You shake your head for added effect. “And not even a frosted sugar cookie insight.”

“Sugar cookie,” he says with such disgust. “Y/N. I brought you chocolate. You should be thanking me!��

The smart ass in you, despite the newness with him, can’t help but come out.

“You can leave them there,” you say pointing to a free space on your desk. Eyes fixed on your laptop, not bothering him a glance.

He huffs out a laugh and plops himself down on the extra stationary chair next to your desk. He sets the cookies down, but picks one back up and takes a large bite out of it.

You swivel in your chair to face him and roll your eyes. “Aren’t those mine?”

“You complained.” He shrugs his shoulders taking a second bite.

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to your laptop.

“This is new,” he said.

Sparing him a glance, he’s picked up your framed five by seven group shot. It’s from last New Year’s Eve. Jemma had just moved into a new apartment, free of her roommate from hell as she liked to call her. You all brought booze and she invited a few guys she knew and some ladies from her work. It was a good time and you ended up crashing in her bathroom. It wasn’t the best night’s sleep you’ve had.

“Yeah, those are my best friends.” A smile appears on your face.

He smiles and nods his head, eyes scanning over the faces. “Who’s who?” He angles the photo so that you both can see.

“Well, this here, with her lips attached to my cheek, is my very best friend Joanna.” You let out a giggle and he grins. “Next to her is her husband Ian. The gorgeous blonde is Jemma. And that’s Travis.” You rush through the last one, remembering you told Chris your fiancé’s name was Travis. Maybe he forgot. Hopefully.

“Travis? As in your fiancé Travis?”

“Mhm.” Tight smile on your face.

Moving the picture closer to his face, he hums. “Good looking guy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you reply.

“Looks kind of young though.”

Really? He is, but why bring that up?

“Are you calling me old?” you scoff, fake agitation in your voice.

“What?! Of course not. You make a lovely couple. Really,” he pleads. A sincere smile on his face.

You quirk your mouth to the side and sputter out a laugh. “I’m just fucking with you.”

Quickly covering your mouth with your hand. Can you say fuck to him? It’s so unprofessional.

“Me and my mouth. Sorry,” you say, cringing slightly.

He erupts in a deep belly laugh, head thrown back, eyes closed.

“Oh, my fucking god. You can say fuck all you want around me,” he says through bouts of laughter.

You let out a breath and relax.

“That was hilarious,” he sighs, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Yeah. Real funny,” you reply. “But yes, Travis is a little bit younger than me.”

He holds up his hands defensively. “I promise I’m not calling you a cougar; he just seems young.”

Truthfully, Travis did seem younger than he was. He was the serious film student, but on weekends, he was the eternal frat boy. Even now, seven years later he’s pushing thirty, but you wouldn’t know it.

The next few days brought other unrequested sweet treats to your office. Chris no longer asked what you would like, instead he’d show up with something he thought you’d like, or rather what he liked. One day it was a cheese danish, then caramel corn, and finally a monster bar, which turned out to be a Rice Krispies Treat with extra marshmallows and M&Ms. You started to skip lunch knowing you’d be eating something very unhealthy. The two of you would keep the conversation light, generally about music or movies. You wondered if he was this friendly with other members of the crew.

Washing your hair six times had done nothing. Jemma had promised the new color product she picked up was just temporary, but clearly that had not been true. You had been Jemma’s guinea pig since the day you met her on set of one of the first movies you had worked on. She was a hair stylist and anytime she received a new product, she was trying it out on you. This time it was a semi-permanent purple hair dye. She had assured you it was more semi than permanent, but after washing it too many times, it had only slightly faded. Your only saving grace is the dye was only on the underside of your hair rather than your whole head as Jemma had wanted to do.

Walking into work was a little nerve wracking for you. In the industry, there is a plethora of personalities and styles, so purple hair isn’t out of the ordinary, but it was quite the change for you. You wore your hair the same way every day. You dressed modestly and comfortably. Sneakers were the norm. You saved skinny jeans and cute dresses for your days off. Stepping out in purple hair was saying something.

A few wolf whistles from David and a couple of guys who worked in set design, you made it to your office relatively unscathed.

Today’s scene would have you working side by side with Monica. Most days you were both on set, but usually not for long. The two of you had met in her office most of the day yesterday going over today’s big love scene between Chris’ character William and Maggie’s character Sophia. Chris was a professional and the few scenes that you had watched Maggie in were great. The two of you had no doubt they finish strong, no pun intended. Except you were wrong.

“Cut!” Hugh, the director called.

It was the fourth take and everyone was starting to realize it just wasn’t working. There were no problems with the lines and the actors were both following the stage directions, but something just wasn’t right. The chemistry was just off.

“Y/N.” Hugh called, motioning you over to him. “You know this script better than anyone. What’s missing?”

You let out a long sigh. “It’s the two of them together. Don’t get me wrong, they work well together, but I’m not getting romantic tones from the two of them right now.”

Chris was watching you. His brow furrowed; arms crossed. Maggie was getting her hair touched up. Passionate hair took a lot of work.

“Will you go talk to him please?” he asked.

You nodded, clutching your script, you walked to him. Maggie was now occupied with makeup and Monica was currently speaking to her.

Chris uncrossed his arms and quirked one side of his mouth up. “It’s not working is it?”

“M’fraid not,” you replied.

He nudged his head to the left and took a few steps away from the rest of the crew. “What do you suggest?”

“Well, frankly, you just don’t look like you love her. You barely look like you like her.”

He shrugged his shoulders and gestured with his hand for you to continue.

You licked your lips and moved in closer to him. Lifting up your script, you tapped on a section of the scene. “When it says William looks into Sophia’s eyes passionately, you need to look at her like she’s the one you’ve been waiting for your whole life. Like if you didn’t have her right now, in this moment, you wouldn’t be able to breathe. And when it says he grabs her, don’t grab her by her shoulders.” You looked up from the page to see Chris watching you. “What?” you questioned.

He shook his head and smiled. “Don’t grab her by her shoulders?”

You could feel heat in your cheeks. You looked back down at the script because you had to look away. Him and those fucking eyes. Are these lashes even real?

“Yeah, that comes off more as angry passion, but that’s not what their love story is about. How about you try it with one hand cupping her cheek and one hand on the back of her head? But like, um. But maybe cup her cheek first and brush your thumb against it as well. And with your other hand, slowly slide it to her neck before the kiss.”

He nods his head again, his eyes downcast, thinking it over. “Like this?” he asks.

Suddenly, his hand is on your cheek and he’s staring in your eyes, thumb lightly brushing below your eye. His other hand softly touches the crook of your neck and he ever so softly brushes it to the back of your neck as he starts to lean in. Goosebumps erupt down your arms and you thank the gods you’re wearing a sweatshirt at this very moment so he can’t see it.

“Is this good?” The deep timbers of his voice making you swoon.

You nod slowly, not wanting him to remove his hands at that moment. “Um,” you lick your lips again. “Uh, ye-yeah. That’s exactly what I mean.”

He removes his hand and gives you a gentle closed lipped smile. “I think I got it.” He starts to turn around but then stops and turns back to you again. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “This is cute by the way.”

You give him a smirk and shake your head. “Go!” Crossing your arm, he salutes you with one hand.

Maybe you wouldn’t kill Jemma after all.

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uhhhhyandere · 5 years

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hey! hope it's not too weird to ask this on a yandere blog, but what nice or considerate things (if there are any lmfao) would Light from Orphic do for his s/o? it can be in a headcanon format, but I don't mind either way!!

headcanons??? i have never done them... but i want to so bad bc they always look so much fun to do and i love having fun. also, im sorry this was lost and you’ve had to wait three centuries i really am a terrible person who doesn’t know how to run a blog yet

so after writing my last glorious peace lets have some nice Light Yagami. just nice. considerate??? we’ll see. these turned out more light yagami in general.

anything nice light yagami does is for a greater purpose. nothing is genuine. nothing. he’s 0/10. (love him tho)

♢ So, Light obvi knows that if yall are together he can’t be manipulative, asshole, and bitch all the time, (he needs to hold things over your head and keep his charm so you still at least kinda like him)

♢ So, in this Orphic universe post-canon, he’s all about showmanship. His next step in his plan is building his own name so he can “come out” as Kira, so he kinda becomes like famous like L but everyone knows who he is kinda like Sherlock Holmes a bit

♢Getting that out of the way, Light is going to take you to those expensive ass restaurants and parties where high names are, where he knows he’s going to be seen. You just get to come along (you have to look nice in his eyes. u dont look good enough? get changed) yeah... not very nice

♢At parties as such, he’s all about appearances as a loving, doting boyfriend/fiance to his s/o. his arm is around your waist, he is joking with you, dancing with you, flirting with you like a high schooler, fixing your hair, giving you small kisses, everything

♢because he has to (but they’re nice at the moment)

♢in those restaurants he is pulling out your chair, holding your hand from across the table, smiling at your attempted jokes

♢another not so fancy, elegant, showboat date is shopping!? grocery shopping, clothes shopping, etc. ignore the fact it’s about how he can control what you wear, eat, etc. ,

♢clothes shopping you get to try on outfits while he waits in the waiting area, having you turn and help you zip up a suit or dress, experiment with new clothes, and judgment from the store clerk who wants him away from the changing areas (if you identify as a female in the female locker room, that is)

♢he buys the clothes too

♢grocery shopping is fun too. you get to ask for snacks and he says no. you also get to ask to go out for lunch after and he also says no. it’s quality time???

♢also buys the groceries

♢sometimes he will sneak a cake-like treat in there for you.

♢another outside date I think he’d do is exercise dates. so playing tennis, going for walks/runs, going to the gym. he has to take care of himself to keep up his image, and, if you’re with him, your image as well.

♢but he’s actually nice in these areas bc if you’re not so used to working out often he’s supportive and vocalizes his pride you’re there with him (is it just for show? the world may never know...)

♢late night impromptu dates? you have to drag his ass but he will not have you walking to a grocery store at 3am for ice cream by yourself. With dark circles, he will accompany you and stand half-asleep next to you in the aisle as you decide between peanut butter blast, triple chocolate, or peanut butter triple chocolate with fudge. he’s protective after all. you did run off for four years.

♢more low-key inside the house stuff does happen

♢cooking for you. he always be firing up the stove and trying new recipes. a big headcanon i have for him is being a super good cook given how self-sufficient he is. loves when you tell him it’s good.

♢when he’s uhh “writing” he’ll allow you to rest your head in his lap if he’s doing in on the bed or couch bc your home is hella private. Might use your head as a table though if his arms getting tired.

♢when he’s done he’ll set it aside and run his fingers through your hair while he watches the late news. othertimes he’ll toss your head aside and walk away. it’s always a surprise with him.

♢also reads to you. mostly news and stories about kira from newspapers and scholarly articles. one day you’ll convince him to read you If You Give a Moose a Muffin. One day.

♢showering together! it’s going to be moreso of you washing him. another headcanon i have is he loves being bathed and washed by someone else. makes him feel powerful. especially if they’re your hands. you though? maybe.

♢if it’s a bath, then sure you can slide in between those long legs and lie up against his back. not for long tho. when he gets stiff, he’s pushing you right out of there, but it’s nice while it lasts.

♢movie nights! if you want to have one he better not have work that next morning or you’re SOL. but he will because he knows a lot of times you end up falling asleep and he can go to bed as well.

♢he’s warm under the blankets.

♢if you watch a scary movie and get scared, light will hit you with that “what’s scarier than a god of death?” and all of a sudden clowns aren’t so scary anymore considering who you’re cuddling with.

♢loves when you hide into him. that power he has over you in those moments.

♢speaking of the c-word

♢yes! honestly, okay. on the outside he’s like “bitch you’re disgusting don’t touch me” but on the inside, he loves having control over you. To have you cuddled up to him like he’s protecting you? he’s wanted you like this for so long. he’s going to enjoy it.

♢it’s moreso you wrapping your arms around him and him taking you all in. whether you be on the side, or lying on his chest and listening to his heartbeat.

♢he’s the knife big spoon. always. if you were the big spoon it’s an insult to his pride. he doesn’t need to be coddled. he wants to feel your form against him. focusing on how it feels and nothing else. nothing else but him.

♢in the end, this is light yagami. whether he is yandere or not, he is going to manipulate, put his appearance and yours first, have his facade game strong in public, and when not in public, he does things to remind himself and you that you are his to control, and he is yours to love and devote yourself to. He’ll do what he has to to make sure you know that, no matter if he hates it or not.

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cozycryptidcorner · 5 years

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August the Infected Boyfriend

Hello, everyone! This is a piece commissioned by @severedreamerbeard, a wonderful person who was so patient and understanding about waiting that I bumped him up to the forefront when The Mad Prince began looking like it was going to take just a bit longer than expected. I hope you all enjoy this little break from the longer story!

Tags: Male Infected, Male Reader, Citrus Rating.

You don’t have an alarm clock, not anymore, not with the rickety old generator that once collected sunlight damaged beyond what you can repair. Without it, though, you manage to rise as the day’s first light begins to peak through the treeline. You aren’t certain how exactly you manage this feat time and time again, but it must have something to do with stress. Or, perhaps, just the adaptability of human nature; you need to be up at this exact time to take care of chores, and so your body listens and complies.

This morning is the exact same as many before. You get up, placing your feet on the rickety wood floor, and internally groan as you stand. God, you’re exhausted, despite the reasonable hour you went to sleep. After a moment, you come to the conclusion that the apocalypse just sucks the life right out of your body, suffocating it slowly if it can’t snuff it out like a candle within its first wave. Grinding your teeth as though it will take the edge off the soreness, you get dressed in the worn work clothes that you are certain won’t last the eternity you plan on staying put in your little haven.

As you creep through the house, doing your best to stay silent as to not disturb your sister, you run through your usual list of chores that needs accomplishing in a kind of morning ritual. The dawn’s air outside is crisp, lively, but there is an underlying panic inside of you as you take a deep, cool breath, the slowness of winter gently clawing its roots into the earth in a mockery of what you and Ruby have survived thus far. You know just from watching tv shows and listening to your history teacher drone on in school that winter always has the highest mortality rate than all wars waged, with exposure doing far more damage than guns and men. The fact that you have to sludge through it without central heating or a nearby grocery store? It’s been done, but not within the last couple of decades.

The binoculars around your neck must have been for bird watching, because there is a surplus of bird related books in the cabin, complete with a little sketch journal of animals native to the area. You don’t use them for that, though, and instead stand at the very edge of the water surrounding the little man-made island, lifting them up to your eyes. Out on the opposite side of the coast, there isn’t any concerning activity. A doe bends over the lake’s surface, drinking its fill of water, and a hawk sits up on the top of the tree, staring down at the ground in search of prey. The doe suddenly startles, dashing back into the safety of the trees, and that’s when you see one of them.

A few months ago, your stomach would have dropped clean to the floor, but you don’t have the nerves left to actually care anymore. None of them have dared to enter the water, and there have been some instances where they’ve looked you directly in the eye, so you know they know you’re out here. The only guess as to why you and Ruby are still alive and uninfected would be that those things have some kind of aversion to water. There isn’t anything else you can think of, unless they have some sort of deep, terrifying fear of the tomatoes that surround the house. Still, you do your patrol as always, perhaps because the habit of doing so has become a comfort in the chaos the world has turned to.

You blink rapidly, your eyes stinging against the breeze as you turn around, heading straight over to where Morticia steadily chews on whatever old food you threw into the yard the night before. The miracle-goat, you wanted to call her, after finding the animal wandering around by herself, muzzle and neck buried inside a bush as she ate. Morticia, Ruby insisted her name be, has been your sister’s lifeline as whatever food you had managed to collect began to dwindle. Again, you are reminded of the harsh reality of winter, because you briefly imagine a world in which Morticia never managed to escape from her farm, and you and Ruby were left without her milk and company. Maybe death wouldn’t be the exact outcome, but you would wager that the prospects would look pretty grim.

Morticia barely reacts to your hands getting all up in her business, which is a definite change to when you first were trying to figure out the finesse of milking goats. At one point, you were almost certain she fractured your jaw with a hard kick to the face, but there are no x-rays and doctors to look over any injuries you sustain anymore. All you could do was hold your breath and hope the swelling would go down, which it did, thankfully, though now your jaw clicks every time you open your mouth. Better than having no jaw at all, you muse, picking up the tin bucket of milk and carrying it back inside to the kitchen.

You begin pondering what magic you can work for an acceptable breakfast. The pantry is sparse. It wasn’t always this terrifying to look over, when you and Ruby had just arrived, it was stocked with different kind of canned goods, dried pasta, and half a bottle of vodka you might have used a fair bit of when your jaw was threatening to fall off your face. Sure, it wasn’t like accidentally stumbling into an untouched superstore with the shelves still full with merchandise, but at the time it certainly felt like it. Even with your careful attempts to make it last as long as possible, it looks like this is where ‘possible’ ends. You shut the door, taking a step back, glancing over to the fresh pile of vegetables in the hopes it might soothe your worries for the oncoming winter.

But fresh vegetables rot.

Still, whatever you have today can be considered a blessing from whatever spirit or deity has decided to grant you their luck. Ruby has taken a liking to the tomatoes, the big, red, juicy fruit growing in droves over the last bit of summer. You pick up one from the bunch left on the counter last night and set it on the cutting board. Paired with basil, at least, and some vinaigrette found in the pantry, it’s almost like a full meal. And every single calorie counts.

A thunking noise sounds from upstairs, meaning that Ruby is awake. Your immediate instinct is to go investigate, to see if she needs any help, but you stop yourself. If there’s one thing that’s an integral part of her personality for the whole nine years she’s been alive, it’s the fact that she hates being babies. Hates it. So you continue trying to put together a decent looking breakfast, ears wide open to listen for any signs of struggling. She does, at least, call for you if she needs help, though you’re always afraid you might miss her cries if you are too engrossed in whatever you’re doing. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her on the top of the stairs, her arm braced around a cane.

“Are you feeling better today?” You ask, going up the stairs to meet her.

“A lot,” she responds, letting you wrap your arms around her waist, taking most of the weight off her feet. “So I’m going to be gardening today.”

After a moment of pondering over the morning patrol, you offer a quick nod. “It’s a beautiful morning, the fresh air will do you good.”

You help her down the stairs, watching your step just as carefully as you watch hers. As soon as both of you reach the ground floor, you slowly allow your grip to cease, making sure her legs don’t show any signs of weakness against her weight. Nothing today, you observe, which is another small miracle. True to her word, Ruby seems to be able to walk just fine with the cane today, settling herself in the chair with only the slightest bit of difficulty. Her eyes light up when she sees the tomato mess, as though it's a whole chocolate cake for her to eat, and she digs in with an appetite that you haven't seen her use in awhile.

“How’s you sleep, Rhubarb?” You ask, using the nickname you know she hates for just to watch her eyes roll to the back of her head in exasperation.

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” she says, dragging the syllable out for all its worth, quickly shoveling another spoonful of breakfast into her mouth.

You hold your hands up in mock surrender, picking up another tomato from the pile and taking a good bite of it. While you try to hold up the facade of magical nature of food for Ruby, putting together her meals to resemble the decent cuisine from before, you don’t do yourself the same favor. Food is fuel, and you treat it no differently than adding a log to a fire.

Ruby stares you down as you finish the tomato, and you know she’s daring you to eat just a little bit more, so you pick up a cucumber, breaking it in half and taking a bite out of the smaller piece just to satisfy her.

“Protein,” she says, tilting the bowl to get the last bit of food without diggin her fingers into the mess, “We’re both starving for protein.”

You run your fingers through your scalp, mouth pursed in thought. It’s not the first time she’s brought it up, but it’s certainly not something you can fix in the short term. Instead of saying anything in response, you just offer up a nod to show that you’ve heard her but don’t give her a solid answer. The jar of peanut butter that had served as your protein has been scraped clean, though you keep it in the pantry still, as though it might miraculously fill up and save the both of you.

“I’ve been doing some reading,” Ruby adds, picking up her mug and taking a swig of milk, “there has to be some kind of gardening store on the mainland, something we can grow for the protein itself”

You almost snap, but catch yourself, adding some flavor of logic into the situation to try stifling her hopefulness. “And where would this store be?”

“I don’t know, somewhere,” Ruby frowns, lacing her fingers together, “but winter is coming, and we’d be able to hold off the frost by making a greenhouse. That would at least keep the food coming in a little while longer, you know, people in Alaska do it all the time.”

Again frustration fills you up to the brim. “And what materials do we have to make one?”

“We would need some kind of clear plastic or glass- oh! And a wooden frame, we have some boards out in the shed, though we’d need more, and tools… I could use some new fertilizer, and I bet-”

You let her talk, turning around to place her empty bowl in the sink, barely paying any attention to the various things Ruby checks off on her imaginary list. Letting the water run, you try to think of a scenario in which you humor Ruby’s whim. Swim the exhausting length of water that you had only managed prior because of the copious amounts of adrenaline in your system. Maybe you’d somehow manage to hide from the creatures, you think they sleep, so you probably can go in the middle of the night. What then? You don’t know the area. It’s not like you can pull out your phone and search up garden department stores, and there are no maps in the entire house to speak of.

“... and you aren’t even listening to me, are you?”

“I am,” you lie, “I was just thinking about how impossible this plan is.”

“I was figuring it out!” Ruby whines, “You weren’t listening!”

You shake your head. “Any big store that could have those things is probably at least five miles away, Ruby.” God, five miles just a couple of months ago was barely a significant distance. Maybe a twenty minute bus ride, at worst, but now? Most of the cars are gone, and even if you manage to find one with enough gas to make it… that’s basically like lighting a signal flare to any of those things within a ridiculously large radius. A big, shiny object that makes noise? It probably looks like a tantalizing package of candy.

“Bikes exist,” she says, which is actually a decent point, but you don’t want to give it to her.

“How am I supposed to haul everything back?”

“Bike trailers also exist.”

“It’s too risky,” you say, as you always do when you’ve decided that the conversation is over. “It’s not worth it.”

“Oh,” Ruby flips her hair over her shoulder, “and dying of starvation during the winter isn’t at all risky. I understand now.”

“Let’s focus on gardening,” you say, trying to deflect her anger, though you know it’s futile. She’s fuming, you can tell even without turning around, and part of you is afraid that she’s going to try something drastic when you least expect it. If there’s someone you know with enough grit and courage to do something stupid like this, it’s certainly your baby sister. So you make an attempt to clear the tension by saying, “I’ll think it over, Rhubarb, I promise.”

She mutters something under her breath, probably about you being a coward or something similar, and you internally wince. Without asking for help, and in such a way you’re certain that offering would earn you a wack from her cane, she stands, making her way over to the front door. With a frustrated sigh, you follow, keeping a good, cane-length distance from her. After making sure she manages to retrieve her gardening tools with little issue, you go back inside in search of something productive to do.

This day goes by like most, with Ruby and you buried under your respective work. She stays outside for most of the day, while you go over the canning process briefly listed in your only resource of a pocket survivalist book you got off a body in the middle of the street. It only touches on canning briefly, saying that, oh yeah, you definitely need to read a more in-depth book on this, but there are no carefully written recipes about putting sterile food into mason jars laying around the house, and you would know. You’ve already pulled out all the bookshelves away from the walls, open and dug through every single cabinet, moved mattresses, and anything else you could think of doing in the empty months of nothing.

Outside, Ruby chatters about something to herself, though you can’t hear the exact words she says.

After dinner, you manage to scrape together something that Ruby wouldn’t find appalling, though you know she will eat most things either way. She sits at the table, just a little more primly than usual, with an aura of smugness that makes you nervous. With little ceremony, you cut straight to the point. “What are you planning?”

“Who, me?” She looks like the very picture of innocence, her large, doe-like eyes staring up at you like an angel.

“You barely made the swim when we first came out here,” you pinch the bridge of your nose with frustration, “thanks only to regular swim lessons at the Y. But you haven’t been practicing, so you won’t be able to make it again.”

Her legs stop kicking back and forth underneath the table, her gaze darkening ever so slightly. The effect only lasts for a moment, though, because she’s suddenly back to her normal, cheery self. “I’m not going anywhere,” she says, daring you to accuse her of lying, “my friend in the water is.”

That’s… not good, you decide, knowing that Ruby rarely brings up her imaginary friends to anyone but herself. A part of you wants to try to snap her out of it, but Ruby has never reacted kindly to people when they shout. You’re afraid she might pull herself further into whatever bubble she’s making, so you decide to try a far more gentle approach to suit her needs. “And… is your friend in the water going to be looking for some chips, maybe? I could use some junk food right now.”

It looks like your method has worked, at least in the short term, because she looks more perplexed than anything else. Maybe she hadn’t expected you to play along. “No, he’s getting just the important stuff.”

“Oh,” you shrug, turning around to do the dishes, “I see. And what does this friend in the water look like? Are they very nice?”

After a moment of silence, Ruby says, “he is very tall, and his eyes don’t have any color. His teeth are sharp, too, but he says they are for eating food. Oh, I guess he didn’t actually say that, he just mimed eating something when I asked. He can’t talk.”

“Oh,” you say, pretending not to be horrified. This has to be one of her attention-seeking shock tactic tricks, you think, running your tongue over your teeth. You guess that you haven’t been paying her very much attention over the last couple of weeks, it must all be bubbling up into one big mess in her head. “Well, maybe you should invite this friend over for dinner.”

Ruby cocks her head as though she is legitimately considering it, and not as though you just tried calling her bluff. “Maybe once he brings all the stuff for the greenhouse.”

You don’t like the certainty she speaks with, as though this isn’t really an imaginary friend, and someone with razor sharp teeth has been conversing with your little sister while you worked somewhere else, out of sight. “Ruby,” you say carefully, “there hasn’t been any infected activity in the water, right? They’ve all stayed out on the coast?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Ruby,” you say, your hands begin to shake from stress, “the infected haven’t tried coming out into the lake while I was inside, right?”

“No,” she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder with the sassy dismissal only a girl of prebuscense can truly emit.

It doesn’t even occur to you that she could be lying, though it should have. Perhaps even more damning to your fears is that the very next day, there’s an unfamiliar pile of two-by-fours thrown out onto the sandy beach of the island. You run from one end of the coast to the other, rifle in hand, eyes wildly looking around for whoever or whatever it was that crawled up onto the land and left building materials in an easily accessible pile. This doesn’t make any sense, none of this makes any kind of sense, but Ruby’s voice nags in the back of your head while you finish up the search. My friend in the water, she said, and a splash coming from your blind spot almost makes you empty every bullet you have into the water.

When you turn around, though, all you see is the faintest flicker of movement beneath the glassy surface. A fish, you try to say to yourself, wandering away from the shore on your wobbly legs. A fish and nothing more. Mouth pressed together in a firm line, you go back inside the house. Every door needs to be locked, you decide, turning the deadbolt, then checking the windows for good measure. Once all is done, you storm up to Ruby’s room, knocking on the door loud enough to wake her up as you enter.

“Hmfff- what-”

“Ruby, what did you do?” You ask, voice strained with panic.

She sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes, shaking her head in confusion. “What?”

“The wood, Ruby, what did you do?”

It takes her a moment to process what you say, then look out the window to see the pile outside. Her eyes light up, which is the opposite thing you wanted to happen, because now you think you’re going insane. Or maybe she’s going insane. Or, the worst option, the both of you are going insane. With a shaking, deep breath, you ask, “Ruby. Ruby, baby, my sweet little sister, who is the boy in the water?”

“Him.”

You look down to where she’s pointing and feel your stomach drop. There is definitely… something down there, in the shape of a boy, no doubt, but even from the second floor you can see that something is very, very wrong. You clutch the rifle tighter, wishing that there is a limitless supply of bullets instead of the handful you have to last you until the end of time. With your hands trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, you open the window, trying to take aim with the fear that makes your vision fuzzy.

“Wait- what are you doing?” Ruby tires grabbing the barrel.

The image of accidently blasting her fingers off nearly makes you vomit, and you manage to detangle her hand from the trigger. “Ru-knock it off, I need to take care of it-”

“You can’t shoot him!” She wails, trying to grab the rifle again, but you manage to push her away with your knee. Her breath sucks in, though she looks more enraged than hurt. “Friends don’t shoot friends!”

“That’s not our friend, Ruby!” You grit your teeth, eyeing the creature with a panicked, weary gaze, think that any second now, its going to make a run for the door. Then you’ll both be toast. “It’s one of them.”

Ruby glares even harder. “No, he’s my friend, and he brought stuff to help because you’re too much of a coward to do anything!”

You don’t want to admit that her words manage to deal a bit of damage, and you especially don’t want to admit that it hurts that Ruby when looking for help elsewhere, and found it. Now you glare right back at her, then at the creature hanging out on the lawn. It's just… staring, vacantly, up in your general direction, not making even a breath of movement. You wonder what it’s thinking, it it thinks anything. Maybe it’s worried about its safety? The lack of emotions, though, doesn’t give you much to work with, and that might be the most unsettling part of it all.

But Ruby. Oh, Ruby. She doesn’t understand that those things kill and tear and eat people, especially little girls who can’t even keep up with the rest of the kids in her grade. You’ve tried protecting her from seeing the carnage, always sent her back inside when you saw a stray animal limping along the sand, making sure time and time again that she would never lay witness to the bloodbath only perfect predators can make. It seems, though, you’ve done too good a job, and now she doesn’t realize what they are, that they’re dangerous, terrifying, and always hungry, and she’s the one on the menu.

She’s not going to give up, though, you can see it in her eyes. A determination that you’re well familiar with is there, her mouth in a single line, her brow furrowed with frustration. If you don’t try to get control of the situation, she’s going to take it in her own hands and run with it, and god knows what will happen then. So you relent.

“Alright, fine,” you take a deep breath, shaking breath, trying to figure out just how you’re going to do damage control. “We’ll go down there, but I’m keeping the gun loaded and ready.”

“Bu-”

“No buts,” you close your eyes, trying to sort out your frazzled thoughts, “that’s non negotiable, Ruby, do you understand?”

Her lower lip wobbles for the barest second, before she nods.

“Alright,” another deep breath, “alright, let’s go meet your friend.”

You know that Ruby is beyond pissed off at you, especially since she refuses any help going down the stairs. Her cane makes a firm thunk, thunk, thunk against the wood, her eyes on the ground to look over the terrain and purposely ignore you. Without another word once she’s down the stairs with no incident, she heads straight to the front door, opening it wide open as though inviting that thing in to eat you.

Oh, it’s still there. Just chillin’. Standing over the shore with its hand around one of the wooden two-by-fours. You don’t even know what to think, so the parts of your brain that aren’t actively controlling your body movement shut down, your fingers almost spasming around the rifle. There’s no mistaking it, no accidently thinking it could be anything other than a twisted mutation, its wide smile revealing rows and rows of sharpened teeth. Black eyes stare emptily at you, then Ruby, the harsh facial expression softening slightly in the presence of your sister. Not to you, though, you can see its spine stiffen when it notices the very apparent gun in your hands. An immediate dislike, by the look of its expression as it gives you a once-over, though to be fair, you are aiming a weapon of mass destruction at the center of its torso.

Then Ruby walks over and hugs the damn thing, because of course she would do such a thing. The anxiety from merely that thing within biting distance of your sister feels like a hammer wacking at your chest and throat. It lets her go just before you get trigger happy, taking a generous step back as if obnoxiously signalling that it has no intention of harming her. You still don’t think the reassurance is good enough, and you also wish your damn hands would stop shaking.

“So,” god, you hope your voice isn’t wobbling, but you can’t be sure when your heartbeat is roaring in your ears, “how long have you two known each other?”

Ruby smiles a little too smugly for your liking. “A few days.”

“A few days,” you begrudgingly echo.

“Yeah,” she picks up one of the wooden beams, her legs slightly wibbling in a way that makes you worry, “I told him all about what winter is going to be like, I think he understands.”

“You think.” To be fair, the thing did show up with building materials that Ruby has been nagging for, so the fact the creature listened isn’t all that farfetched.

“We could use that plastic food wrap as a temporary fix.” Ruby is already strategizing, looking over what she has to work with. She is, unfortunately, the one who holds all the brain cells in the family, so she has the mental capacity to back up her ideas and plans. Her body trembles with the weight as she tries to lift the wood, but before you can rush to her side, the creature is there first. It takes the two-by-four from her hands in a smooth, fluid motion that doesn’t seem to startle her in the slightest.

“Thanks.” Ruby doesn’t huff or puff at the thing’s help, which would be a point in that thing’s favor if you trusted her judgement. Which, right now at least, seems mildly questionable.

“Ruby,” you let out an exasperated sigh, “you still haven’t had breakfast. Maybe you should eat something before we-” you wince at having to include the creature in your speech, “begin building.”

Ruby purses her lips, which means you’ve already taken the first step at convincing her to send that thing away just for another hour while you try to figure out how to handle this.

“After all, you know how you can get dizzy first thing in the morning when you haven’t had any food.”

She puts down one of the smaller boards she had been trying to pick up. “Alright,” she relents, and you try not to show how excited you are, “I’ll go inside and make breakfast while you two start on the greenhouse.”

Oh, ho ho ho, very clever, Ruby. She just checkmated you into a corner, and now you can’t offer to take her inside without taking eyes off the creature outside, neither of which you really want to do.

“Or,” she offers in an alternative, “my friend can come inside for breakfast.”

If she thinks that you’re just going to allow her to invite the creature into the house you have meticulously cared for just because she’s being difficult… she would be absolutely correct, unfortunately. And that’s how you find yourself sitting on the opposite side of a rectangular table from it. From this distance, you’re almost certain that the creature has baby blue scales brushed alongside a pair of gills that drill deep into his neck, much like a fish. This understandably distresses you, deeply, but you really can’t do anything to voice your worries with Ruby sitting right by your side, munching on some of the berries that grow along the house, chattering nonstop about her plans to turn this place into some high-tech paradise.

To the creature’s credit, it is a good listener. Actually, though, like Ruby had said before, you don’t think it can speak at all. The gash-like strikes in its neck are deep, it must affect its speaking somehow. Still, its nodding along to Ruby’s infinite list of demands, as though it somehow has access to a full hardware store stocked with things like solar panels and gas generators. You highly doubt that any of the stores have much left thanks to any looting that came with the announcement, but you don’t open your mouth to burst Ruby’s bubble. This has to be the most fun and interesting thing that has happened to her for the better part of a year, and you’d be loathed to end it.

You take a deep, calming breath, and drink some water. If only the thing had irises… or pupils, really, anything to tell you what it’s looking at, this might be less nerve-wracking. Every slight movement brings your hand back down to the rifle, so that thing has taken to move so very slowly, almost as if to mock your stress. You grit your teeth, though, and deal with it, because you don’t think its going to try gutting you or Ruby here at the dining table. At least, you certainly hope not. Actually, now that you think about it, do these things even eat humans? Sure, you’ve seen a few twisted infected take down whatever meat they can find, but you’ve never actually seen one of them… hurt a person.

It refuses the food that Ruby offers. Just holds its hand up and gives the lightest shake of the head in refusal, its palish blond hair still wet enough to stick to its head. She doesn’t take any offense, instead shoveling whatever is left into her mouth, and you have to resist reminding her not to talk while she’s chewing. After all, she isn’t a baby anymore, even though it’s difficult to remember that at times, so instead of voicing your opinions, you take a large bite out of tomato.

Ruby kicks you from under the table, and you snap out of your thoughts. She must have asked you something, but you can’t for the life of you remember what.

“Any suggestions?” Ruby says in deliberate slowness, you see that she’s resisting the eye-roll.

“I-” you’re trying to take this seriously, you really are, “not that I can think of at the moment.”

Ruby purses her lips, and gives an exasperated look over to her friend. “I’m sorry, he must be a little tired. My brother can be difficult at times.”

You’re the difficult one, Ruby, you want to clap back, but don’t for the sake of maturity.

But the creature laughs, which almost sends your soul crawling out of your skin. The laughter isn’t like… how someone might giggle if they were told a particularly funny joke, the sound is more like a gentle huff of air being forced out of its lungs. Maybe it isn’t actually laughing, and the lack of human contact outside of your little sister is beginning to drive you absolutely mad. The thing is smiling, though, that’s the kicker. It’s looking at your sister and smiling, and while you aren’t one hundred percent sure how you feel about that, shockingly, there isn’t a lot of suspicion on your part.

Once Ruby finishes eating, everyone just has to go back outside. You suppose that now, with the materials to build such a life-saving building, it must be constructed with all due haste. And you feel the urgency, too, so it’s not just Ruby who is driving everything by herself. Like an ancient, integral part of human instinct that knows winter is coming, even without an accurate calendar on hand, you have it blooming in your chest. Even though you don’t have any building experience, so long as Ruby watches over the project with her unusual gift in architecture, you have a bit of confidence that everything is going to be alright.

You work tirelessly, with Ruby micromanaging every single thing you do. Though, for whatever reason, it doesn’t bother you as much as it might have just a week ago. She is also doing a share of the work she can management hammering together little squares that will separate out the plants, her eyes glazed over with a feverish concentration whenever she isn’t judging your craftsmanship. She’s enjoying this, you think, letting a tense layer of anxiety slip away, she’s only ever had her garden. Human beings, after all, need change and projects to keep happy, and there hasn’t been much variety in the way of daily routines.

Letting your guard down is probably extraordinarily foolish, but you do so anyway. The thing isn’t so bad, you decide, watching the creature while it shows Ruby how to make sure the square is even and balanced, as though it somehow retained the information from whoever it was before the plague. Building the frame is grueling work, and while you begin to breathe a little heavier from the exhaustion biting through your muscles, that thing seems unbothered by it all. That makes sense, you supposed, since what little was known about the creatures before the blackout was that they are awfully strong. And fast. And relentless.

By the time the sun begins to sink beyond the treeline, not too much has been accomplished. It might be because no one but Ruby is giving out instructions, as she is the only one between you that has any prior building experience on account of that tree house she made over a year ago. Still, the haste that has poured into your veins is still there, thrumming beneath your skin, like your body has suddenly awoken from a deep slumber. Now you’re only ready to go, go, go, until everything is finished. Ruby, however, needs to sleep, and as long as you’re up, she’ll be up. So you watch her say goodbye to the creature by giving it a tight hug, before limping back into the house.

Even though you had let your guard down while you were building, you have it back up in full. The rifle is heavy in your hands as you watch it retreat back into the water, your mouth in a firm, thin line. It simply just… walks into the lake, not even bothering to try to keep its pale head above the surface like a fucking salamander or something. While you are thoroughly horrified by that, Ruby thinks it’s fascinating, and that’s her exact word to describe it as you try to put her to bed.

“The infection must mutate them to adjust to their surroundings!” She’s excitedly drinking her warm milk, courtesy of a late call to Morticia that almost got you a black eye. “Or maybe it tries to regress our DNA back to some kind of primeval source, like that Star Trek episode. Or, like- it could, like, bond your body to the nearest animals, though I don’t know how that would happen, just that it could make sense. Maybe-”

“Drink the rest of your milk, Ruby,” you say, feeling a tad bit sick to your stomach just listening to her talk. Not that listening to your sister speak exactly annoys you, no, it’s what she’s talking about that bothers you. Because if the one infected could somehow breath in both the water and land, how many others are like that?

How much danger have you put Ruby in without even knowing it?

You lock the doors, both of them. Place a wall of furniture in front of the ground floor windows. Ruby looks on with a look of half bemusement, half pity, her lips pursed as she takes another drink from her mug. You ignore her, checking once more to make sure that the rifle has enough bullets to… maybe pop off one or two heads with your god awful aim. It’s nothing near what you would hope for, but then again, nothing has been ideal since the city went dark.

Inevitably, you fall asleep on the living room couch, albei lightly. Every slight creak of the house sends you rocketing up, trying to decide in a split second if that dark, shapeless lump is one of the infected, or a pile of Ruby’s laundry that she has yet to put away. Somehow, through grit, determination, and adrenaline, you manage to make it through the night without accidentally blowing anything out of existence. That’s a plus. A downside is that you are absolutely exhausted, and want nothing more than to take the longest nap known to what’s left of humankind.

“You can totally do that,” Ruby says when you mention it at breakfast, “I’ll work on the greenhouse with my friend while you rest.”

“Not happening.” You don’t even hesitate. “And- look, Ruby, I don’t mean to be an absolute prick or anything-” she snickers at your profanity, and you continue without pausing, “but you can’t go hanging out with it-”

“Him.”

You let out a frustrated breath, but accept the correction just to get the conversation over with. “You can’t go hanging out with him without me.”

“Why not?”

“Because, it- he is dangerous.” You knew she wouldn’t let it go without a fight, but god, you wish she would, just this once. “Ruby, baby-”

“I’m not a baby.”

“Almost teenager.” You resist rolling your eyes, you need to set a good example. “Ruby, the almost teenager, that… that creature isn’t a person anymore. Yeah, he looks kind of human, but you saw him slither down into the water like a snake.”

She just stares at you, unmoving in her stance.

You sigh, the motion filled with frustration. “I just need you to promise me that you aren’t going to visit him without me, alright? That’s all I want. If you see him hanging around outside, get me. If you want to try calling for him or whatever, get me. I promise I’ll say yes every single time, just please, please promise me that you’re going to always remember to tell me that he’s here, alright?”

Her eyes narrow, and for a moment, you think she’s going to put up more of a fuss than she already has, but then she offers up a nod in agreement.

Your body relaxes slightly. “Alright, eat your breakfast, then we can keep working on the greenhouse.”

Ruby’s friend waits out on the porch, almost giving you a panic attack when you notice its slim form sitting on the cement. You don’t say anything, though, hoping that Ruby hadn’t just seen you jump into the ceiling like a startled rabbit, and continue about your morning like everything is one hundred percent normal. After all, it doesn’t look like you can regain control of the situation without allowing the creature too much power. You hope, though, as you cut up tiny pieces of tomatoes, that a creature with some kind of cognitive ability to remember how to properly level a building’s base might also hold the self-restraint required not to eat a family of two. Or, alternatively, it’s just not hungry enough.

Once Ruby finishes eating, she manages to stand with a wobble, wincing as her weight gets set on her legs even with the aid of her cane. That’s not a good sign, not at all, and your worry grows tenfold as you see her eye twitch in a silent admittance of pain.

“Is it bad today?” You ask, glancing down at her twig-like legs as though they could tell you that something is wrong.

“I’m going outside,” Ruby says, her voice hard as iron.

“That isn’t what I asked,” you respond, wishing that she wouldn’t act so stubborn when it came to her health. “Is the pain bad today?”

She shrugs non committedly. “It’s not as bad as it could be.”

Also not an answer, but, you suppose, it’s enough to figure out that her pain is just enough of a bother for her to dodge the question, yet not enough to put her in bed for the rest of the day. “You can come outside to be with your friend while we continue on the greenhouse,” you say, feeling just a tad generous, “but you have to sit the entire time and do nothing strenuous.”

“Fine,” she agrees, maybe a little too quickly, but it’s enough for you. Instead of simply opening the door for her, you pick her up, like a small baby, and carry her out into the yard to avoid straining her weak muscles further. Since she doesn’t offer up any word of protest, the pain must really be bothering her, which is awful. All you have are a few pills of a generic painkiller, but you’re trying to save them for the inevitability that one of you will be getting sick during the winter, so you have to seriously consider giving her a single pill.

Ruby’s little friend shows concern when you pass by him, still carrying her slim frame in your arms. With a tired, defeated voice, Ruby lets out a word in greeting, but doesn’t try explaining why exactly she’s not walking today. When you set her down on the little, cushioned bench overlooking the greenhouse project, she lets out a slight sigh of frustration.

“Rhubarb,” you say, and you hear her groan in exaggerated anger, “you know, when you were doing swim lessons at the Y twice a week, everything seemed better.”

She perks up slightly.

“Maybe,” god, you hate that you’re even suggesting this, especially after meeting with that thing only once before, “maybe your friend can take you out into the shallows for a little bit. The weather is still warm enough for a swim, maybe you’ll improve after a week or two.”

She seems a little too pleased with your idea, and you immediately regret it.

“Not now,” you amend, “only when your friend has earned my trust. That hasn’t happened yet.” Saying all of this while said friend is standing right beside you is a little awkward, but something you still manage to do with a straight face nonetheless.

Then you start working. Today seems a little more grueling than usual, the sun unabashed by clouds, the heavier frames of the greenhouse’s walls just a tad bit more than what you’re used to. Sure, you’re carrying Ruby around whenever her body gives out, but she’s as light as a feather, and the still-damp wood weighs as much as you’d expect hunks of building material would. You carry on, though, working through the fatigue that takes hold of your muscles, letting the creature help out without too much tension on your part. The day’s progress is far more visible than yesterday’s, with two of the walls ready to be placed onto the base.

Ruby had stated sometime before that plastic food wrap stuff might be acceptable in the short term, but you know that glass might be the only thing between you and death in the coming months. The plastic might break with the heavy snowfall, then an entire batch of food would be gone like a snap. Again, you think of canning, but you aren’t sure the progress you made in your first attempt is anywhere near acceptable. Or even food, anymore. So, even though it pains you to do so, you turn to Ruby’s buddy.

“You wouldn’t know how to get books over here without getting them too wet, do you?” You ask, trying to keep your voice from wavering too much, trying to look at him in those cold, empty eyes.

He turns to Ruby, who seems completely overwhelmed by the prospect of more books. “Oh! Oh, do you know Harry Potter? Artemis Fowl? What about Star Wars, the New-”

“Maybe we should focus on getting things like canning books first, Ruby,” you say, interrupting her excited list of all the books she never got to read. “Or construction books, and maybe some gardening books and maybe some more medicine.”

“Oh,” she deflates somewhat, but there’s still that spark in her eye that means this is not the end of the conversation, “I guess that’s a better idea, yeah. Can you get some gardening and canning books, August?”

It takes you a second to realize that she’s talking to the creature. “August?”

“It’s the month of August,” she says as though her reasoning is super obvious, “and he doesn’t remember his name.”

You purse your lips, but don’t argue. The creature doesn’t seem to mind, anyway, not even batting an eye at Ruby’s audaciousness in the slightest. Does he even care? “Alright,” you amend, slowly, “August, would you mind terribly making a brief run to a drugstore?”

He shrugs, the gesture so human that it takes you for a loop.

“That means yes,” Ruby translates.

You take a deep breath. “Alright, then, I suppose we have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow, then.”

A list begins to form in your head, a long one, of all the things you might be able to do now that you have the means. Canning, more extravagant gardening, maybe you can brew some alcohol for disinfecting and cleaning purposes. You don’t even have to worry about the validity of the creature’s supposed promises, because the next morning, he has a backpack full of books that had been sealed away by plastic bags. Which… that means that he’s clever, and that’s literally the exact opposite of what those news announcers had reported before the city went dark. That the infected are predators, sick mutations that have been reduced to the barest form of life, fueled by nothing but bloodlust. Maybe, just maybe, not all of the infected are like that. Maybe August isn’t completely infected, either, maybe the disease only partially spread through his body, twisting his physical form into something else but keeping his mental fortitude as strong as ever. Whatever the case is, you don’t think you can hate him anymore, especially since you might have to attribute you and Ruby’s survival to his help.

The canning books are going to save Ruby’s life, very literally, you think, because there’s a section on how to make sweetened condensed milk, and you are one thousand percent ready to try stocking up Morticia’s milk before she begins to decline in health. August has taken it upon himself to help you with the canning when it’s too dark to continue working on the greenhouse, and Ruby very politely informs you that you don’t get a choice in accepting his aid. So the two of you chug along, using the coal grill outside as a stovetop, boiling what little vegetables you have in order to sterilize them for long-term storage.

The schedule is a strange one over the next couple of days. You build the greenhouse during the day, and when you are either too exhausted to pull any more hours or the light is too dark to see, you begin the canning. August and Ruby both help with the daily tasks, and soon enough you find yourself getting used to the creature’s presence, enough so that you occasionally forget bringing out the rifle when you work. Not that it bothers you when you realize you’ve forgotten it, because August doesn’t at all seem to hold any of the same aggressions as his kindred. Also, with every visit, he brings something else with him that can be used to boost your lifespan. More books, like Ruby asked for, a box of dried pasta that only got marginally wet from the swim, and a fish that you think is probably edible that still wriggles in August’s hands as he holds it out in and offering.

Ruby usually falls asleep during the tailends of the canning sessions, and you honestly don’t blame her. The work as of recently has been rather grueling, and even though you know that exercise is good for her condition, everything has been a little over the moderate suggestion the doctor made at her last appointment, almost a year ago. But it is kind of awkward to have to deal with August on your own, without Ruby’s unending chatter to break his strange silence. You don’t mind, though, you guess that company is rather nice after not having it for as long as you have, even if he is rather stoic in conversation and barely offers up a shrug or nod in response to any questions you might have.

Once you pick your sister up and carry her to her room, August goes ahead and silently excuses himself by walking into the lake. You wonder if he has some kind of home or nest down there, or if he sleeps on the slimy rocks the same way you and Ruby slept on the cold forest floor when the evacuation had first begun. It makes you feel a bit bad for him, even though August seems wholly unbothered by it. Still, after all his help, you decide that you’re going to at least play the part of grateful host and give him another option just as a suggestion.

“So,” you say, once Ruby is tucked away in her bed upstairs, “I know that you, um, live in the water. Or maybe you don’t, and I just making some baseless assumptions here.”

August blinks at you, two clear eyelids sliding sideways.

“Anyways, um, Ruby really likes you a lot.” You feel your face heating up just a bit. “And I’ve come to appreciate your help as well. I’m sorry about waving a gun around in your face.”

He shrugs his shoulders, as if brushing off the apology with understanding. You suppose that’s a sign of forgiveness, or at least, you hope so, and continue on.

“Anyways, I don’t know where exactly you go at night, but I just want you to know that you don’t have to. Go, that is.” You try to wrack your brain for some better wording you can use, because right now everything seems light and fuzzy. “There’s another bedroom you can have, it’s right upstairs next to mine. Or, if you’re an outside person, you can take some blankets and chill out in the yard. Whatever you feel like doing.”

You realize then that August is smiling, his shark-like teeth shining in the moonlight.

“And you don’t have to say yes now, you can decide later if you would rather not go back if we are especially late with the work, so the invitation is open.” You don’t want to maintain eye contact, but you decide to offer up one last reason for him to stay. “And I’d like it if you spend the night, so.”

August places a single hand on your shoulder. Still smiling, he offers up a nod.

“Oh,” you feel a bit of relief bubble up through your body, as well as a different kind of anxiety filling up your veins, “Good. Great. I’ll get your room ready, then.”

He arches his eyebrows.

“Or,” you say, “I guess the alternative is that you share my room. That guest room is kind of drafty, after all, I wouldn’t want to put any guests at risk of… um, a cold-”

August kisses you, and you think your world is about to go black. Or explode. Or something, because this is the best thing that has ever happened to you ever, and the apocalypse can go fuck itself because everything is fine.

“My bedroom it is, then.”

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Seventeen | Trick or Treating ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ Vulgarity ]

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“Is he here yet?”

“No, not yet.” Very carefully, Ryū applies the last of her makeup. Funnily enough, it doesn’t take much. Just some gaunt, dark makeup around her eyes to make them look sunken and ghastly. She doesn’t even need a wig, her white waves straightened to make a foreboding curtain around her face.

“Ugh, I swear that guy manages to be late at every turn…” Scowling, Kakashi descends the stairs. His own costume is...mostly applied. Ryū just needs to finish wrapping his head, the rest of his mummification already complete. He claims the holiday is lame and for kids, but...she totally noticed him spiffing up what she’s already gotten done.

He might claim Obito’s dragging them out, but she knows he’s actually glad his friend asked.

“It’s not that late yet,” she gently retorts, turning her face to look for anything she’s missed. Just a little black lipstick, and she’ll be done! The second hand store had the perfect white dress, which she’s (temporarily) dirtied for effect. Some carefully tacked-on gauze gives her a spooky look, and just like that: she’s a wraith! “Want me to text him?”

“No, I’ll do it.”

Ryū gives him a glance, a brow perked. He’s standing at one of the windows by the front door, clearly keeping watch. That seemed a little...odd. But she soon shrugs it off. “I hope it doesn’t get too cold...it’s gonna ruin our costumes if we have to wear coats…”

“It’s pretty cloudy, we should be fine. You sure you don’t wanna go to Rin’s party? She said you could go.”

“I know...but I can’t let you dorks go anywhere on your own,” she replies, carefully applying her lipstick. “That’s just asking for trouble.”

“...uh huh. Doesn’t have anything to do with Obito going with me?”

“If Obito weren’t going, you wouldn’t be going. So I guess you could say that,” she counters cheekily.

Kakashi scowls, hidden behind the wrappings on his face.

“Besides, they’re all older than me. It’d be weird. Can’t I just go trick or treating with my brother without being interrogated?”

“Okay one, they’re only about a year older than you. And two, Obito and I are their age, so what’s the difference?”

Ryū turns, pouting. “I’m the odd one out! They all think I’m just a little tagalong. Doesn’t matter that it’s only a year, they still think I’m a twerp. I can tell, they don’t like me…”

Kakashi rolls his eyes. “They like you just fine. You’re just too sensitive.”

“And you’re not sensitive enough!”

It’s then a frantic knock sounds at the door, and they both look to see Obito peeking in the window. “Let me in!” he calls, muffled through the glass.

“About time,” Kakashi mutters under his breath, opening the door. “What took you so long?”

“I had to fix my facepaint, it started melting!” Staggering through the door, Obito arrives in all his zombie glory. Scars left uncovered, he instead has a fake wound on his forehead, and...well, it looks like it’s actually bleeding, given that the paint is indeed starting to ooze.

“Oh, jeez...here, lemme see.” Ryū crosses the gap, a makeup remover napkin in hand. “I can make a new one with some makeup that won’t run. You’ve got it on here way too thick, that’s why it’s being goopy, silly.”

“Uh -?” Not given a chance to refuse, Obito finds himself dragged to the mirror in the main hall, Ryū quickly getting to work. “...you know how to do that?”

“Yeah, duh. We did a workshop on it in theater class, remember?”

“I didn’t do that one, I did props!”

“Well maybe you should have done makeup instead,” she teases, cleaning his forehead. “Now hold still.”

Kakashi, arms crossed, watches the pair with a halfhearted glower. “Hurry up, it’s almost dark. We’re gonna run out of time.”

“It’ll just take me a minute! Obito should get to look the part, too. Have a little patience big bro.”

“Yeah big bro,” Obito echoes, grinning.

“Shut up or I’ll give you a real wound, instead.”

“What crawled up your ass and died, Kakashi?”

He heaves a curt breath, not wanting to admit it. “...nothing. I just want to get this over with since it was all your idea.”

“Says the guy who can’t stop fiddling with his costume to make sure it’s just right,” Ryū retorts. “Admit it, Kakashi - this is gonna be fun! You don’t have to be such a stick in the mud all the time.”

“Trick or treating is for kids.”

“And we’re still kids,” she reminds him, leaning out past Obito to look at him. “Stop trying to grow up so fast! We’re not gonna think any less of you for letting loose and having fun sometimes.”

“...okay maybe I will, but that’s just cuz I have to make fun of you,” Obito offers, pretending to flinch as Ryū lightly baps his arm. “Kidding, kidding!”

Kakashi just rolls his eyes. “Someone around here has to have some sense.”

“Hey, Ryū’s got plenty of sense, and she’s not a jerk!”

Blinking, she flushes a light pink.

“She’s also too easily swayed by your shenanigans, so that doesn’t count,” Kakashi counters dryly.

“Well maybe she just likes to have fun!”

“Okay guys, c’mon, enough arguing,” she cuts in with a sigh. “Obito, how’s that look?”

Not realizing she was done, he leans in toward the mirror. “Whoa! That looks so cool!”

Her pink cheeks get pinker. “Think that’ll work for tonight?”

“Yeah! Thanks!”

“You’re welcome!”

“Okay, now are we ready to go?”

Ryū holds up a hand. “One sec!”

Kakashi groans, head tossing back as she dashes upstairs.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to say you’d go,” Obito offers, crossing the room to stand beside him.

“Ryū wanted to go.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to.”

“Yeah, actually, it does.”

“Why?”

Another grumble. “...cuz I’m her brother. I don’t want her out alone after dark with anybody.”

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“I trust you the least.”

“Aww, why? You know I’d never -!”

“Just nevermind,” Kakashi mutters, edging too close to a rather sensitive topic.

“Okay, back!” Ryū hurries back to the main level. “Here!”

“What’s this?”

“They’re trick or treating bags, duh! Gotta have something to hold all our goodies, right? We made them this week in Home Ec for the elementary school students. I had some extra time, so...I made us all some! They’re based on our costumes.”

“Dude, this is awesome - thanks!” Obito holds out his bag, which sports a felt zombie face on it. “Is there anything you don’t know how to do?”

Kakashi deadpans as she blushes again. “W-well yeah, plenty of things.”

“...okay, anything else, or are we good to go?”

“All right all right, let’s hit the street!” Bag in one hand, Obito holds his aloft, staggering and dragging a foot toward the door.

“Obito, come on! We won’t even make it to the neighbor’s if you go that slow!”

Rather than replying, he just groans.

This is going to be a looong night, Kakashi can’t help but mutter mentally.

Once they get outside, Ryū pushes against Obito’s back to speed him along, earning a laugh as he breaks character. “Save that for when we’re closer to the doors!”

“You don’t like my zombie walk?”

“I like it just fine, but you’re too slow! Kakashi’s right, we don’t have all night. Don’t be a walker, be a runner!”

“What, like...this?!” Spinning around, Obito makes a wild sound, reaching out and making Ryū squeal in surprise as he starts chasing her.

“I’m a ghost, you dork - I don’t have a brain for you to eat!”

“That makes two of you,” Kakashi calls from behind them

“Hey, shut up!”

“Don’t run ahead.”

“First I’m too slow, now I’m too fast. Make up your mind, Kakashi!”

They reach the first house, everyone huddling up on the doorstep as Ryū rings their doorbell. A young couple opens the door, marveling at their costumes before giving them each a heaping handful into their bags.

“Hey, so are we gonna trade each other for stuff we don’t like when we get back?” Obito asks, looking into his bag.

“Maybe, if we have enough time.”

“Kakashi do you even like candy?”

“I like the sour ones. And dark chocolate.”

“I like mint and chocolate!” Ryū pipes up. “Ooh, and peanut butter!”

“Eh, I’m not too picky. Sweet is sweet to me.”

They slowly make their way around the neighborhood, visiting house after house and dodging gaggles of younger kids pursued by their parents. They even manage to cross paths with a few others from their classes.

“See! I told you we’re not too old,” Ryū teases her half brother with a grin.

“Obito and I are still pushing it,” he counters. “Most of our classmates are probably at parties instead.”

“And yet you’re here with the cool kids.”

He snorts. “Debatable.”

They even manage to cross paths with a teacher from the school, his wife helping take their son for a round of trick or treating. Ryū hoists the little blond to her hip, cooing over his fox costume. Naruto is quickly a bundle of giggles at her attentions.

“She’s pretty good with kids, huh?”

Kakashi glances to his friend. “She’s been babysitting for them.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Mhm. It lets her earn a little spending money, and she’s learning some responsibility.”

“And practicing for being a mom.”

The Hatake’s expression sours. “If she wants to be one, sure.”

“She’d be a great mom! She’s super sweet and patient.”

“Good thing, since it lets her put up with you.”

“Hey!”

As the evening ages, the trio decide to call it a night. Each of their bags are rather swollen with goodies, and Ryū digs through her own eagerly.

“Wow, there’s a lot more here than I thought we’d get!”

“Good thing we went down that side street - they had the best haul!” Obito agrees, peering into her bag. “A lot better than my neighborhood. Everyone’s so stingy…”

“So you’re just here to loot ours?” Kakashi asks, brow perking as Obito goes pink.

“No!”

“He’s just teasing,” Ryū assures him, rolling her eyes. “Come on, let’s get back and trade!”

They return to the Hatake household, sitting in a circle on the living room floor. Each dumps out a little candy mountain at their front.

Right off the bat, Kakashi hands over everything but sours and dark chocolates to his sister, who in turn gives hers of his favorites. He’s left with a bit of a small pile, but he doesn’t really care. Sweets aren’t his thing.

“Okay Obito, what can we trade?”

“Uh…” He rummages around. “I’ve got some chocolate and mint stuff. Not much with peanut butter, though.”

“Okay! What do you want that I’ve got?”

They start haggling, Kakashi unwinding the bandages on his face enough to chew some sour Starbursts. He can’t help but be amused at how seriously they take it. Unlike himself, they both sport some pretty hefty sweet teeth.

“But that’s not fair!”

“I don’t want them!”

“Then take some more of these!”

“It’s fine!”

“Ryū, he said he doesn’t want them,” Kakashi cuts in, getting tired of their babble.

“But -!”

“Are we going to watch a scary movie?”

The question acts as the perfect distraction. The other two teens blink. “...are we?”

“Might as well sit and watch something while we eat all this, huh?” Kakashi pops another Starburst.

Obito glances to a clock. “It’s kinda late, though. Should I head home?”

“Aww, already?” Ryū gives Kakashi a pleading look. “Can he stay?”

“What?”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday, it’s not like we need to be up for school! He can just sleep over after the movie. We can put the inflatable mattress in your room!”

A hint of suspicion colors his gaze. “You’re gonna have to make extra breakfast.”

“I don’t mind! Pleeease? We’re having so much fun, I don’t wanna quit yet!”

Ugh, she’s too convincing for her own good. “Fine...I’ll make some popcorn. Go find a movie.”

“Yay!”

...he’s going to regret this, isn’t he?

Throwing a bag of popcorn into the microwave, Kakashi subtly watches into the living room. Ryū and Obito both look over Netflix, trying to find a good movie.

“No, not that one! It’s too scary!”

“I thought that’s the point?”

“I wanna be able to sleep tonight!”

“Nothing to be scared of! Kakashi and I will be here, right?”

“W-well, yeah...but -?”

“Okay, let’s keep looking. Scaredy cat.”

“Am not!”

Obito just chuckles. “How about this?”

“...okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Kakashi just rolls his eyes, splitting the popcorn three ways. “Here.”

Lights turned out, they start the movie.

Like most horror films, it starts out slow. Ryū, wedged between the boys, sinks into her seat and subconsciously munches her popcorn, staring at the screen. And despite his usual boredom with the genre, even Kakashi pays attention.

And then the first jumpscare happens.

“Eep!”

Kakashi flinches as Ryū shrieks, shying back from her slightly as his ear complains. But then he glances over to check on her.

And she’s curled up into Obito’s shoulder.

His eye gives a slight twitch.

Obito, watching wide-eyed, hasn’t really reacted. But a few minutes later, when another shot of the movie’s monster flashes across the screen, he lifts an arm without breaking his stare at the screen to let her closer.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

By the end, neither of them have moved. Only once Kakashi flicks on a light do they both jolt, realizing their positions.

“...time for bed,” Kakashi then mutters. “C’mon Obito, help me set up the air mattress.”

“Uh...right.”

Ryū scurries to the bathroom to brush her teeth, the boys awkwardly heading to Kakashi’s room.

Kakashi doesn’t say a word, letting Obito stew in it for a while.

“So, uh...Ryū really doesn’t like scary movies, huh?”

Here we go. “She likes ones with ghosts. Gore bugs her, though.”

“Really? Doesn’t she want to be a nurse?”

“Mhm.”

“...then -?”

“There’s a difference between real world injuries and overdone movie wounds,” Kakashi sighs as he throws some blankets over the temporary mattress. “If it’s too over the top, it freaks her out. Besides, she’s only sixteen. She’ll get over it before she actually gets into med school.”

“...right.”

More awkward silence.

“Does she, uh…”

“Does she what?”

“Does she...like me?”

Oh brother. “She seems to tolerate you pretty well, yea.”

“That’s not what I mean! I mean does she...like me?”

“How should I know? Ask her if you’re so curious.”

“I can’t just ask her that!”

“Why not?”

“Cuz -!” Okay, he doesn’t really have a reason. “...it would be weird.”

“Weird.”

“Yeah!”

“What are you, twelve? No wonder you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“Maybe I haven’t wanted one!”

Kakashi deadpans. “...do you like her?”

Obito flashes pink. “...I dunno. I...I guess so.” A pause. “...is that...bad?”

“You tell me.”

“I mean, you’re her brother, and…” Something seems to sink in. “...oh…”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’.” Finished, Kakashi just glances to his friend. “...you’re an idiot, but...apparently she’s into that sort of thing.”

“...wait, she -?”

“Yeah. If you weren’t thick as a brick wall, you’d have noticed by now.”

Suddenly Obito is far more nervous. “...are you mad?”

Kakashi sighs. “...no. I just worry. That’s what big brothers do.”

“...sooo…?”

“...so...just don’t fuck it up. Then I won’t have a reason to get mad.”

“Er...right. Okay.”

“Okay guys, bathroom’s free! G’night!”

Obito fumbles for a moment. “G-goodnight!”

“Night,” Kakashi calls back. Once he’s ready for bed, he slips under his covers, hearing Obito do the same.

...well, breakfast is going to be interesting.

Well this is...late and a bit on the short side, but I ran out of time. Today was busy and I ran out of steam =w= But it’s done! Also got to rest run the sub-verse idea of Ryū and Kakashi being related cuz I just like the vibe :3 Anywho, just some silly fluff with out favorite dorks. Makes me sad trick or treating won’t really be a thing this year (if people are smart, anyway). ...I’d say more but I’m tired :’D Thanks for reading!

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #hatake kakashi #best years of your life [ au ]#vulgarity //

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