#I should be the only one. buy me an engagement ring Now >:(

[noroi1000]

Can request of Gojo and Geto propose marriage to y/n. And I want to see the entire process from the engagement to the honeymoon and is your option if they move in together after or before.

Rings on fingers

Paring: Husband Gojo x wife reader x Husband Geto

words:5k

Warnings: NSFW (oral sex, anal sex), pervert Gojo

Summary: Your boys have arranged a very nice evening for you. You didn't expect there was more to it. You didn't know until they got down on their knees in front of you with the box in their hand.

The last thing you expected was your boyfriends asking you out on a fancy date.

You already had trouble choosing clothes to go to such a thing, but you managed.

They thought you looked beautiful.

And they looked really handsome in their black suits, too.

You wondered why Satoru wanted to go on such a dry date so much, when he always preferred to go to a restaurant to eat all those spiced and delicious treats that you can eat while you go. He loved food that he could get quickly and then eat. Even better when it's really tasty.

Suguru did not like large groups of people, as he was easily annoyed by the chaos and noise caused by people. And he hated jostling, too.

Therefore, for him, home-cooked food was the best, or ordering something. But he did not disdain going out to restaurants.

Besides, where they took you was beyond your expectations.

You didn't even know where you were going.

However, you were satisfied, regardless of the price they paid to get there.

It was very pleasant for you to watch how they, handsome-looking men smiled at you all the time.

Satoru with his bangs slightly swept to the side to make him look more combed. His narrow rectangular glasses on his nose as he looked at you with a smile.

Suguru with his man bun made of bangs and long black hair on his back.

Could they have looked prettier?

They dragged you to the observation deck when it was just you.

And suddenly Satoru stood in front of you, pressing your hips against the fence behind you.

He kissed you passionately. But that didn't make him forget that there was another man here who, seeing this, also became thirsty for your lips.

When the white-haired man pulled away, he let his friend do the same to you.

"Don't be shy. There's no one here but us." He said in your ear as he hugged you.

"I know. But I'm not used to us kissing in a place like this." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Besides, is there any special occasion that you brought me here?"

They were quiet and smiled slightly at you.

"I don't remember today being December 7th or February 3rd being your birthday. Also, today is not my birthday either. If it's our relationship anniversary, I'm sorry... I forgot..."

"That's not it, baby." Satoru placed his fingers on your cheek, running his fingers over your skin.

"So what is it? something special? Should I prepare something too?" You asked. You were sad that you forgot something. After all, they prepared for you so much and you don't even know what occasion.

Or was there no chance at all?

You should be used to them spending money on unexpected things they want to do.

This is mostly what Satoru does, who is able to buy anything he thought he would like.

Also when it comes to grocery shopping.

In fact, this is the case with all your purchases.

However, there has never been a time when they have done so much for you.

You never wanted them to buy everything for you out of boredom. It was nice, but the simplest days with them were also like that.

However, that wasn't enough for them.

They wanted their girlfriend around all the time.

Because now you were their girlfriend. Both of them.

They've always wanted more.

"You shouldn't prepare anything." Suguru said as he pulled away from you.

"Everything that needed preparation is already prepared. You don't have to worry about that." Satoru added. "There's only one thing left for us to prepare."

"What?"

Suddenly you saw them both kneeling in front of you on one knee.

"We need to prepare something to be on your hand. Prepare our future together." Suguru said as he showed you the black shiny box that had been in his pants pocket before.

You stared at them with wide eyes.

"Will you be our wife?"

You looked at Satoru who said those words.

When you didn't answer, he started to smile.

"I wish I could call you wifey." He chuckled closing his eyes charmingly.

"You can't be serious. This is your next prank, right?"

"You think I'd play pranks on you? I know Satoru once proposed to you with an onion ring, but I'm not like him." The dark haired man laughed, opening the box in front of you.

Satoru's hands gripped yours.

"We didn't know if we should buy you two engagement rings or this one will be enough... But after all you are to be our wife..." He sent you a warm smile.

"You planned this from the beginning, didn't you?" muttered quietly.

"It's hard to create an ideal situation where neither of us feel awkward. And Satoru wanted it to be special."

"So what's the answer?"

The white-haired man's hand grabbed the ring in the box, and he pulled it out.

If he accidentally drops it, he would be able to use all his techniques to catch it.

You looked to the side, but Suguru's hand tugging yours lightly made you look at him.

A small, kind smile on his handsome face.

"I'll ask again, baby. Will you be our wife?"

            At this moment, a cool precious metal has been slid onto your finger.

Decorating your hand.

One ring symbolizing that there will be rings on your fingers that will connect you as more than boys and girls.

Your happiness with them will never end.

Because they want to continue being with you. May you always be together. As they are used to it. To never lose you. To never be apart. To always believe in yourself and trust that you are in your space. Side by side, in love. Ensuring that no one will take away this connection from you.

Life in marriage will be different for you than you have lived before.

But it will be just as happy.

You will be closer.

You will wake up in the same bed as you wake up together every day.

You will fall asleep in each other's arms.

You will spend time together.

Do everything together.

Live together.

As it was before.

However, with one big difference.

You will no longer be their girlfriend.

You will be their wife.

Everything will be the same.

But also everything will change so much.

A passage that turns to create a completely different road.

However, walking after that, you still feel the same.

However, there will be one change.

Rings will appear on your fingers.

"At 12am we go to choose decorations. At 4p.m. we have a cake tasting. And later..." said Suguru, standing at the table as he flicked through his phone where he had written appointments. "Why should we taste cakes? Can't we just pick our favorite?"

"I want to eat cake." Satoru laughed as he laid his head on your lap.

You were sitting on the couch with him. Well, now he was on the couch using your thighs as a pillow.

"We can buy a cake if you want."

"Each of us has a different taste. So I thought a cake tasting would be the perfect thing!" He said happily. "Each of us will choose our favorite. Maybe we can buy three?"

"Admit that you want to go there to eat cakes of various flavors with impunity." You patted his head smiling.

"A bit like that. I'm curious how they will taste. Besides, I want the best cake at my wedding. That's why I want to taste it, not choose blindly."

"...Fine." Your second fiancé muttered, looking further into his phone. "Tomorrow, the restaurant's food choices, as well as the guest list... Ugh..."

"I've booked a visit to the clothing store for the wedding." Your fiancé, who was lying on top of you, spoke up.

"When?"

"When did I order or when is it?"

"both."

"I called there yesterday and the deadline is after tomorrow."

"Okay, at least that won't be a problem. (y/n), do you want Shoko and the others to come with you? To help you choose?"

"I thought you'd come with me. Of course I would like the bridesmaids to be there when choosing a dress, especially since Mei really wanted it. But I would prefer you. This is going to be our wedding, so you guys help me choose." You gave him a small smile.

You looked at your hand with your engagement ring on it. The hand that was on the head of one of your fiancées.

"How about the suits for us, Satoru?"

"The same shop."

"Fine. What time?"

"1pm."

"It suits."

"Preparing to leave?" He asked.

The dark haired man looked at the white haired man.

He looked at the clock.

he sighed.

"Yeah... We're about to go. How I don't like spending all day in the city..."

Once you managed to get out from under Satoru, you walked over to him, wrapping the ends of his hair around your fingers.

"Don't worry. In a few days, these preparations will be over." You cuddled up to his arm.

Suddenly, he gently grabbed your jaw and his face appeared in front of yours.

Lips separated from yours by a thin space.

"You'll be my wife soon. In a few days this pretty face will be smiling as she stands in her dress to say "my husband" to me..."

"You forgot about me?"

Satoru suddenly appeared next to you, who was just as close to you.

His cheek touched yours.

Suguru's lips connected to yours and Satoru unexpectedly joined his. Which surprised both of you.

"what? We will have a wedding. How are you going to kiss without me?" He laughed.

Laughing softly with a small blush, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.

To do the same with both of them later.

Satoru was kissing the right side of your mouth while Suguru was kissing the left side as well. And you too, you tried to kiss them properly.

Even though it was a bit difficult. But it was nice and fun to try.

You knew it would. You couldn't decide what you wanted your wedding to look like...

Of course, bright colors were chosen, mostly white with light blue. And the flowers that are supposed to be decorations are purple lilies.

You wanted your wedding to be associated with your future husbands. That's why you wanted these colors.

White and blue tablecloths, dishes and napkins, as well as small elements such as vases, and purple flowers that will be the color of Suguru's eyes. Light, not intense purple.

The lilies were chosen because they liked them.

Not so distinctive ornaments, you didn't mean to just show it off. You didn't want a rush. That's why you chose the best deals that matched it.

Besides, it took you so long that you had to rush to make it to your cake tasting date that Satoru wanted so badly.

It took so long because the company you went to had a very large selection of decorations. As well as different types of tables and chairs.

Your ceremony is supposed to be outdoors anyway, in a large gazebo.

That's why you didn't want something so sophisticated.

Besides, there won't be that many people there. It is for your enjoyment and for those who are close to you.

Suguru was strangely calm as he drove his car through the crowded streets at this hour in Tokyo.

Perhaps because Satoru was sitting in the back seat and you were sitting next to him in the front?

He didn't have to change gear when he was driving, not now, because he was driving at a constant speed the entire time. That's why his hand was placed on your knee.

And Satoru would sometimes reach out to play with your hair.

Tiny acts of tenderness that you couldn't magnify while driving.

When you arrived at the building where you were supposed to eat only cakes, you were immediately taken to a table where an employee gave you tiny pieces of cake prepared for this tasting.

Satoru clearly said that there will be three people, which is why you saw miniature cakes on the table nearby, each with a different flavor. And the worker was dividing it into three parts to give you.

These miniature cakes are cute, but Satoru certainly wouldn't want them. He prefers a big cake.

Especially that these miniatures are a few centimeters long, and they serve only to taste it.

As expected, everyone took turns tasting Satoru.

It was all good, however you had your favourites.

And for Suguru, some were too sweet.

You have different opinions about flavors.

Satoru is addicted to sugar and anything sweet is good for him.

Suguru doesn't mind sweets, but he likes less sweet food more.

They had one thing in common. That Satoru finally said no. And Suguru said he liked one cake, even if it was sweet.

You were all supposed to agree on the cake, so you didn't choose it.

Especially since Satoru was against it, and he will be the main person who will eat this cake.

That's why he didn't like the alcohol-based custard cake.

Suguru didn't care, even if he liked it.

So he didn't mind that his friend rejected it right away.

You ended up being forced to eat more cakes by Satoru because Suguru said he didn't want any more sweet.

That's why his portion was given to the white-haired man who was pushing the cake into you.

Until finally, after a long time of forcing yourself to taste the cake, you chose.

You ended up eating only a small piece and Satoru ate the rest for you.

But when you gave a piece to Suguru to ask him if he agreed, it was over.

Everything else was eaten by Satoru.

And he was pleased.

You chose, ordered a cake for the date, and of course you got an invitation to the food tasting, which will also be here.

You'll go with them here, but there's no way you're going to eat everything. You let them choose.

Because they are your gluttons.

"You were supposed to help me choose..." you groaned as you looked at yourself in the mirror as you stood there in the dress.

They both looked at you but didn't say anything.

They were supposed to help you!

But no, they preferred to stare at your body every time you changed your dress to see what it looked like.

But maybe it would be better to sit here with your bridesmaids and ask them for their opinion...

Because your fiancés are probably too perverted to even say anything. They just prefer to look at you instead of advising you.

"Satoru, I see you looking at my ass..." you muttered knowing how your white haired man's eyes were lower than they should have been.

When he heard that, he laughed.

"Can you help me choose?" You asked with your hands on your hips.

It's starting to annoy you.

Especially because they promised to help you.

You helped them choose suits, but they don't help you choose dresses.

"My eyes are here." He said to both of them as their eyes slid down your body again.

"I can't concentrate..." Suguru muttered, placing his hand over his face.

"Honey, you're constantly undressing and dressing. So don't expect us to think of anything other than you."

"Suguru at least helps him put it on...! And you're a pervert who's just waiting for me to undress and undress."

"I liked the last one." He said as if ignoring you.

"..." You rolled your eyes and put on the one you've been thinking about all along.

You walked over to Suguru to fasten a small zipper on your back.

"So? Do you like this?"

"It's your outfit. We were only supposed to advise you."

"Suguru..." you moaned, feeling his hands massage your shoulders gently.

You looked at Satoru.

"I'm just waiting to see you in it and then take it off you~." He stuck out his tongue. Your white-haired fiancé was acting like a pervert today...

"Satoru –." you growled.

"Shall I help you choose?"

A woman entered.

You all looked at her at once.

"I'm sorry, however there may be an assistant, bridesmaids or fiancé in the fitting room. I wish there weren't two men in the women's room," she said.

"I'm sorry but they are with me to help me."

"Rules are rules. Only the groom could enter this room while the bride is inside."

"We're both grooms." Satoru said, sitting lazily on a soft bench.

The woman looked at you.

"They are. Thank you, but we don't need any more help. We choose this dress." You said, feeling Suguru's hand on your waist.

"Marriage is two people, not three." She said, looking at you. "You can't make jokes about what a wedding is supposed to be like."

"I'm not joking." You said.

"You shouldn't have two grooms. Do you want two husbands? One won't be enough for you?"

"But it-."

"As if you couldn't decide on one of them. The other would make an equally good life. Besides, relationships of this kind are illegal in the country. You can plan, but no one will agree to it. I sell clothes to normal people. So now I should kick you out of here for trying to change the world for you. I don't think they like being here for you."

"I thought you ran this store to make money off people who wanted to buy wedding clothes here. Then why are you so desperate to get rid of customers?"

She looked almost frightened at the dark-haired man towering over her.

"Such people remind people of what they cannot, even though internally they still care about not losing customers." Satoru added, also getting up to stand next to you. "Besides, we dragged her here to choose what she likes."

"Are you sure about this dress?" Suguru asked you.

It was pretty. You really enjoyed it.

But this woman made you lose all confidence in this wedding.

What if she was right?

Are you too selfish? Because you will have two husbands?

Is it selfish?

They've been with you for some time, and they planned everything to make even the proposal beautiful...

You nodded and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

More practical, ignoring the saleswoman, you disguised yourself behind the curtain. And the dress you wanted was packed, and so were their suits.

You were already leaving the store when Satoru decided to annoy the annoying woman.

And also comfort you.

He grabbed your face, arching your head so you were looking up, and put his mouth on yours as he stood behind you.

You tightened your fingers on his sleeves as he held your jaw to keep your head up as he used your height difference to kiss you like that.

He lecherously stuck out his tongue as he took it from your mouth, leaving you with a huge blush.

"I'm so glad you're finally going to be our wife."

  You wanted to run when you saw them standing in front of a small, decorated gazebo, dressed the same.

Looking at you with a smile.

People standing nearby, dressed as elegantly as you.

Satoru's students, their friends. Everyone they thought of as someone closer. Your family.

You only felt Shoko pushing you out of the corridor of the building that is intended for this ceremony.

Everyone waiting for you?

How are you supposed to show up there so suddenly...?

There are so many people there...

You want to sit there and cry. You want to go out there, but at the same time you are so afraid.

Because your life will change after all this.

You're afraid you'll do something wrong, and you'll ruin something they've been planning so hard.

From the proposal to this moment. And also already to the honeymoon.

Everything was already planned by them.

Because they knew from the beginning that you would agree to be their wife.

So why are you so scared now?

You are so happy that you want to cry.

However, your fear is justified.

You're afraid to ruin the perfect moment where you'll be closer than you've always been.

They were waiting for you.

"If you're afraid of messing something up, (y/n), Gojo would mess it up more." You looked to the side to see Megumi standing there.

"Did you guess?" you laughed softly.

"Don't cry yet! We didn't try so hard to get the make-up you wanted so that it's all flowing down your face now!" Shoko said, fanning your face with her hand so that nothing gets damaged.

"Sorry." You smiled apologetically.

"Megumi, do they even think that something might go wrong?"

"I'm sure the only setback you'll have at the wedding is if Gojo does something unexpected. In the style of dancing on the table."

You saw his little smile.

You laughed quietly.

"Thank you." You hugged him gently before Shoko dragged you outside.

Where were you in plain sight for them.

Right away, without any warning, they just walked over to you, putting their hands on your back and waist, guiding you.

You had the impression for a moment that they were leading you there so that you wouldn't run away from your nerves...

But at some point you were already standing in front of them, looking at their sparkling eyes.

"I promise I will always be with you."

  It all happened almost so naturally.

You don't even know when, but there was a ring on your finger just like theirs.

(For the safety of the psyche of the children who attended your wedding, without a deep kiss.) - Utahime's order.

You'll have time to make up for it over the next few years.

Your face was pressed into them as they hugged you after everything that had happened.

So you can later see Satoru lying on the table after drinking one too many glasses of wine. (He only drank one)

After eating most of the cake that was on the table, and eating what was on your table, they squashed you, holding you between their chests as they danced.

Let Satoru who has had a drink into the place where the music is. I'm sure he'll want to dance with you.

To touch you a little.

But mainly to have you close.

Just as they both wanted.

Because today your life has changed.

Because on your fingers now there are rings binding you by oath.

"Uughhh.... I'm hot...."

"I turned on the air conditioning. Besides, it's not that hot, don't whine. You just finished swimming in the pool." You said, laughing at the sight of one of your husbands lying in boxers on the huge bed.

That they wanted to spend your honeymoon in a luxury hotel, renting one luxury cottage that they had up their sleeve is one thing.

This is an island and your cottage is further away from people.

There aren't that many people here, even though it's so good here.

You are to spend a month in luxury. Pools, hot tubs, food you can't beat, service you want.

And all this while you can spend time together.

He knelt on the bed next to him, and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Rest if you feel like it. It's not that hot." You said ruffling his hair.

"I'm still hot." He said keeping his hand on your bare thigh as you walked around in your underwear and bathrobe.

"Would you like some ice cream?" You asked, stroking his arm.

"Put it on my dick."

"NO. I suggest you a normal ice cream." You laughed, trying to avoid the suggestive joke.

You know what he was getting at.

For what every day.

To sex that lasts so long with them.

"I'll be right back." You pecked his lips before getting off the bed. But suddenly you felt a grab on your wrist. Which only meant that he wanted to pull you back into bed.

You gave in and let him do it.

You were lying on his chest as he kissed you, his hands positioning your legs on either side of his hips.

You fumbled with one hand to untie the knot of your bathrobe.

And meanwhile he pulled down your panties to encourage you to take it off.

So you got up for a moment and threw your underwear on the floor.

Same thing happened with your bathrobe.

He spat on his hand and reached behind you, probably smearing his cock with his saliva because moments later he lifted your hips and guided his hand between your legs.

He left the remnants of his saliva on your entrance and smeared some on the head of his cock before pulling your hips down.

He let go of his length, inviting you to fall on top of him.

Holding the base of it, you began to slowly sink into it, letting it stretch you inch by inch deeper.

You held your breath until you put your hips completely on top of him.

Feeling his cock find a nice spot right under your belly. Or even there.

You licked your finger, wetting your clit.

To make it easier to move around when you're wetter.

He needs a lot of slippery to slide into you so smoothly.

That's why you make it so easy for him, and you manage to take him easily. Because with them you always get wet quickly.

But this time he didn't wait. And he pulled you to lie on his chest.

Grabbing your buttocks, he bent his knees to make it very easy for him to move his hips.

And then he gently pulled out of you to push himself inside just as gently.

He repeated very gentle and nice movements until he felt you tremble. And also his dick entered you very easily.

Then, unexpectedly, he thrust upwards, slamming hard against your hips. To get the sound out of your mouth.

He began to accelerate, without fear of whether you could take him.

You are always so wonderful and you take it so well.

His wonderful wife.

Yes, you did it well.

He was smiling with a tiny blush on his cheeks from the fall that now reigned over your skins.

He didn't let you move on your own. He knew what your body needed and how it needed to move.

And thrusting deep into you always worked to get the sweetest moans out of you.

"Are you having fun without me? Geez... I only came in for a second to come back and see you fucking our wife." He laughed.

You looked over at Sugeru who was standing in the doorway in his looser camisole.

"You're back!" Satoru sang. "Her pussy is so eager you know? Just like on her wedding night!"

"Really? Let me check it out."

He came up behind you and took off his shirt.

He also unhooked your bra by the way.

He lifted your hips until his friend's cock fell out of your wet hole.

All wet with your juices.

"Really. Such a good girl. We have such a lovely wife." he laughed before guiding his cock into your quivering hole and pushing your hips down so that you lay down on Satoru's chest, lower half of your body stuffed.

Taking off his shorts, Geto tugged at his friend's ankles to lower him onto the bed. Just to have more headroom.

"You could have said I would have moved myself." He laughed.

"You've got a dick in her, so I doubt you'd do it." he replied.

He walked over to one side of him, and knelt down so your face was tall enough for him.

"We could have turned her around." The white haired man said with a smile as he intentionally thrust himself into you hard to make you let out sweet moans.

"There's no need to. Besides, you like to watch her suck cock anyway."

Your hand grabbed his cock without asking and you started stroking it to harden it.

Enduring pleasurable torture over your hole.

When you got tired of moaning into Satoru's chest, you put Suguru's broad tip in your mouth to gag yourself a bit. And you let him push your hips gently back and forth, pinching your lips as you sucked on him.

You held the rest in your hand.

"I said you like to watch her suck dick."

"I have nothing else to look at. Besides, it's hot." He said, still ramming into your poor pussy which is going to be sore after all the honeymoon you're having.

You looked at your hand with the ring holding its base.

It looked so lascivious because that ring was new and you were already holding a dick in your hand.

You suddenly pulled it out of your mouth, staring at it as your mouth was connected to it by saliva.

"Suguru, fuck me?" You asked innocently, and leaned in to stick your ass out to him.

"How can I refuse my wife when she asks so sweetly?" He asked with a smile.

He walked around you and positioned himself between his friend's knees.

He wasn't sure if you wanted him to go inside your pussy too, or if you wanted him to go up your ass.

As he understood it, so he did.

Besides, he didn't want to force himself inside your little pussy to rip you apart.

You're not ready for this yet. But you will be. And one day they will both fuck you in the pussy.

Dripping his fingers, he inserted one into you and then the other, stretching you out.

There's a reason you left so much saliva on it.

But he spat on your ass anyway, spreading your buttocks, and put a drop of his saliva inside you with the tip. Deep inside you slowly. By listening to your body's reactions.

But your legs spread even more on either side of Satoru's body.

Your body fell softly against him, lying motionless. Trembling as they overstretch you.

You are the only one for your two husbands with big dicks.

His hand stroked your back reassuringly, and the other reached between your stomach and Satoru's. And he found a quick way to your clitoris to rub his fingers on you.

The first ascent is always the hardest. He made your journey through the first stretching enjoyable. Even though you might have gotten used to it the last time you had sex with them.

You have three holes and you take two dicks. In fact, they were surprised that you agreed so easily to let one of them penetrate your ass.

But it was just as nice with them as if they were fucking your pussy.

Weird, but just as fun.

When he reached the end, he moved the tip of the bundle of nerves that made your toes curl up. And you came with a soft whine on Gojo's shoulder.

Soaking the length of your white haired lover with a small stream of your juices flowing out of you.

"She likes it... Yeah, baby?" He kissed your forehead. "You're doing well. It's nice, isn't it?"

"...Move..." you groaned, letting out shuddering moans as they simultaneously backed away and slammed into your body at the same time.

And the coolness of the rings on their fingers as they held your body was so nice.

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[uluvjay]

List two prompt 26 with Vince Dunn please!?

26. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it

Vince Dunn x Established relationship fem reader!

Warnings?; SMUT, slight exhibition kink, teasing, dirty talk, degrading, p in v, unprotected sex( don’t be silly, wrap ur willy), breeding kink…, talk of getting reader pregnant..

I hope you enjoy anon and thank you so much for requesting! I apologize for any errors

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You knew better and he knew that you knew better then to act up a team event so he was confused as to why you thought it was a good idea to flirt with other guys at His team event.

“I just don’t get why my fiancé is going around letting random businessmen and donators buy her drinks” he scolded you in the hotel elevator.

The team had rented out enough hotel rooms for all the players incase they were to drunk and didn’t want to get an Uber home, Vince was perfectly capable of driving you both home after only have two drinks at the beginning of the night, but he couldn’t wait to make it home to teach you a lesson.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was talking with Amanda when that one guy came over and offered to buy me a drink” you tried defending yourself even though you did flirt and you did it to get this exact reaction out of your fiancé.

“Oh and you just decided to except it!?”

“He’s one of the biggest donors to the team! I didn’t want one wrong thing to make him feel some kind of way, and he even complemented my ring! He knew I was engaged” you tried

“That’s because it’s a damn Rock Y/n! It’s not hard to miss” he grumbled as he unlocked the hotel room door.

as you walked in you noticed the floor to ceiling windows and Vince getting undressed.

“Take your dress off and go wait by the windows” he instructed you.

He was getting ready to scold you as you walked over to him but when you tuned around and moved your hair out of the way he realized you needed him to unzip your dress and that he needed to take a deep breath.

You gave him a light thank you before doing as told, you laid your expensive dress on the bed before taking your heels off and walking over to the windows. The view of Seattle was absolutely stunning and you could see all of the strip that the hotel was located on.

You felt his presence behind you before he even made a move on you, “beautiful isn’t it?” He asked to which you only nodded in response.

He pulled you into him so that your back was pressed up against his chest as he began to kiss down your neck. “I wanna fuck you right here against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” he whispered in your ear making your breath hitch.

“Now go be good for once and press yourself up against the glass” he told you giving you a slight push.

You did as told and soon felt his hands running around your body, starting from your thighs and all the way up to your breast as he gripped them and pinched your nipples making you moan out.

“Gonna be a good girl for me? Let everyone watch you get fucked and put in your place?” He asked.

“Yes sir” you told him finally deciding to drop your scheme and submit to him.

“Good girl” he said before pushing your front completely against the glass and running his fingers through your folds.

“All this for me? Or did you get this wet talking to that old bastard?”

“All for you V, promise your the only one that can get me this wet” you moaned as he slipped a finger inside you, getting you ready for his cock.

“Yeah? Only a slut for me?” He asked laying a slap on your plump ass.

“Yes!” You moaned as he added a second finger and sped up.

He worked you close to the edge before pulling his fingers out and putting them in his mouth, moaning at how you taste. You let out a gasp as you felt the head of his bare cock run through your folds.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant eh? That way everyone will know that you’re taken, since that fat ass rock on your finger doesn’t do it.”

You moaned at the thought of him getting you pregnant, kids had been in the talks for a while but you were in the process of planning a wedding.

“Yeah? Would you like that? Being all round and full with my baby in your belly?” He asked.

“Yes! I want your babies Vince, so bad” you moaned out to him and your confession making him moan as well.

That was all he needed to hear before he slipped inside you with one harsh thrust that took your breath away and allowed him to let out a deep groan.

He gave you a second to get used to the girth and length of his cock before he began moving again. You felt his hand in the middle of your back pushing you a little more forward and pulling your hips out as he fucked you.

“Fuck!” you let out as he began to slap your ass.

“Such a slut for me, letting me fuck you against windows for the whole city to see how desperate you are” he groaned as his thrust were now deep and slow making you cry out at the new pace.

“Ohh shit v” you moaned as you felt his tip hitting your cervix.

You began to thrust yourself back onto his dick the best that you could from the position he had you in. “Yeah that’s it baby” he encouraged and he began to speed up again.

You felt his body lean over yours and a arm hood around your stomach making him go even deeper somehow.

“Holy shit!” You called out in a cloud of immense pleasure.

His balls were slapping against you as he fucked you hard, letting out louder groans then usual, you loved when he got possessive and jealous.

“Vince! I’m gonna cum! Please can I cum?” You began to beg.

“Go ahead baby, I’m right behind you” he moaned out as you started to clench him even harder.

Your orgasm helped push him over the edge and he came deep inside of you. He stood up and let go of your hair before slowly pulling out as you moaned at the sensitivity.

He helped you find your balance before turning you around to find that your mascara had ran due to tears of pleasure and hair was matted to your face.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss, “you know I love you right? And that I don’t want anyone else? I only excepted that guys drink to get you going and I never even took a sip. I’m really sorry” you apologized to your beautiful fiancé.

He smiled at you before giving you a quick kiss on the head and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not mad honey, I figured you were just trying to get my wound up” he told you.

“Are you serious about wanting to get me pregnant though?” You asked pulling away enough to look in his eyes.

“I mean I know we should probably wait till after the wedding, especially since you already picked your dress but if it happens I’d be very happy” he explained to you.

“Me too, I want all your babies Vince” you teased him.

“All of em?” He asked as his hands began to move down to your thighs

“Every single one” you confirmed before a squeal left you as he picked you up and ran towards the bed for round two.

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#vince dunn #vince dunn imagine #vince dunn smut #seattle kraken #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #uluvejay request week

[bidisasterevankinard]

Inspirational Saturday

hi everyone, I was barely active cause mental health is a bitch and I wasn't writing for days, but today i finally broke this block and started a new wip I named "please, stop twisting knife(never wanted to cause your pain)" where Eddie is going to be engaged to a wrong guy for a moment and date this guy for longer moment, not seeing how he destroys his and Buck's friendship (Buck's insecurities and Eddie the king of denial Diaz are gonna be in the fic for long time) I was tagged today by @monsterrae1 <33 meet the moodboard and 966 words of angst I wrote cause I wasn't posted for a moment

“I still don't know how I can help choose the ring for the guy I met like …,” Buck tries to remember all the situations he was with Alec at least in one room,  “3 times? And let's not forget he is not my biggest fan,” Buck says, trying to sound casual. But everyone in the shop, except Eddie, looks strange at him. “Don’t you think Chris, Pepa, Hen, Karen, Chim or Maddie, Bobby or Athena, hell even Ravi, could be a better choice? They at least know him.” 

“And he would not be angry with you for spending time with them. Them not me,” is left unspoken, but Buck has to bite his lip hard not to let it slip from him.

Buck turns away from Eddie, who looks so beautiful and joyful admiring rings. His face has this pure happiness and smile, Buck would be drinking like crazy, like the most thirsty man alive, seeing the purest water, if it wasn’t the face Eddie has because he wants to marry someone else. The guy who made them strangers. Even if Eddie keeps trying to deny it. 

They are not family. They do not have movie nights or dinners, or even fucking calls and texts between them. Buck, thank god to Chris’ stubbornness, has it only with a boy. Mostly calls or texts, of course, because dinners or movies are barely even possible in between Buck’s shifts, Chris' school and social life. Plus to it Eddie and Alec’s attempt to create a family by constantly having family activities, and Buck left behind so easily. 

He is just a memory now. And he always would remember who he was all those years. Temporarily replacement of a missing part for the third member of Diaz household, while Eddie was getting ready to find someone to be permanent. While he was getting ready to let someone take this place to never leave again. 

Really, Buck is not even surprised he was so easily replaced. Just some words from Alec about him wanting Eddie to spend less time with Buck, Buck saying yes man, no problem, and now they are here. Him being not even a friend for Eddie. But just a guy who he still works with. 

Eddie can deny it how he wants, but they are not friends anymore. They are closer to being strangers than friends. 

Isn’t it the most painful of all of this situation?

Buck thought he had Eddie on his side forever, but he lost him too fast. He couldn’t even say a word because Eddie is happy. And why shouldn't he be? 

He has an amazing partner and the best teenager in the world as a family. They are adopting the cat soon. Eddie and Alec want to buy a house together because they started to talk about a new kid in the future, and they just want more space for their family. Family where Buck would not have any place because he is not wanting here by big part. And he wouldn’t even try to make Alec angry trying to be here. 

Just the thought that he knows all about Eddie’s plans for the future from someone, not from him, makes Buck sick, like someone twisting the knife into his guts, so he tries to concentrate on the rings the seller shows them. 

At least about the engagement he found out from Eddie. 

But Buck wishes to hear it from anyone else. Seeing Eddie’s face today, when the knocks on his door was too long and too exciting, almost screaming in Buck’s face how he needed to find the perfect ring right now and Buck should help him, destroyed part of his heart he considered dead for weeks, maybe even months, to never be recovered ever again.

He felt and still feels the sharp blade opening his back, cutting out his lungs to get to his heart, sticking and leaving the knife in his almost non-beating organ.

Buck can’t stop thinking, if he would be staying alive a little longer after lighting, would it feel the same, or would a heartbreak by the man who had your heart in his hands for years be way worse? Should Buck buy the suit for his funeral and not Eddie’s wedding?

“Yeah, I could ask them, but it would make no sense to buy the ring with them as they are not my best friend and not gonna be my best man,” Eddie grins at him sheepishly and Buck just forces the smile he perfected for years, making people believe he is fine. 

He never used it with Eddie.

“Best friends, huh? What I was doing for the last nine months, Eddie? What books have I read? What movies have watched? Who is my celebrity crush of the week? A year ago you would answer easily. Now you don’t even know I’m moving to the house I bought some weeks ago.”

It rushes through his brain, making Buck hate himself for being petty and not staying truthful to his words to always have Eddie’s back, even though he knows for Eddie it means nothing now, but not for him. 

For him it was a vow he takes with him to grave. So he presses his little overgrown nails so deep into the skin of his palm that he almost feels like cutting through the skin, and says, “I’m proud to be your best man. Let’s try to choose the perfect ring.”

Buck swallows blood in his mouth from all the organs being crushed and chopped into bloody soup inside him when Eddie just smiles like he can’t see - and Buck hates that he actually can’t, that Eddie never saw him - how he breaks him and shows Buck two rings he likes the most.

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[stylinsoncity]

This SEL timestamp takes place about a year after the events in Rio and a few months after they've toured the rest of South America. As mentioned in chp 25, they've started traveling to preternatural villages around the world. This covers some of that.

This is sort of integral to stories about vampires, but there's a lot of talk about feeding, etc. Just fyi!

Enjoy!

The Inner Village might be Harry’s favourite of all the preternatural villages they’ve been to. He’s not saying he’s ready to move to New York City and he can’t imagine Louis is either. But there are pockets of the Inner Village that are incredibly wonderfully gay and coming from their close-minded town, it’s a relief. There, they attend a drag show operated entirely by witches. They also meet Kristen and Teo from the Stonewall Coven, a found coven made up of queer witches. Harry has never met or heard of a found coven, at least not in Europe. He has a loving coven of his own, but the idea that there are witches uniting to support and love each other as family nearly makes him cry. Seated at their dimly lit bar table, the emotion is so obvious on Harry’s face, although only Louis catches it. He smiles and gently squeezes Harry’s hand in his own. The two of them garner some attention of their own, although they’re used to it by now. Even here in such a progressive place, a vampire and witch coupling up is rare.

“Like, sex is a different story,” Teo says. “Obviously, we’ve all fucked a vampire.”

Louis lifts his brows, his lips curling. “Are we just a fetish to you?”

Harry sputters, trying to complete a sip of his martini.

“I mean…” Teo shrugs. “I think most vampires would say fucking a witch is a fetish to them. And listen, I’m trans. I have to deal with men fetishizing me for that too. None of it’s ideal. But when it comes to witches and vampires, it’s like fire and water. Anything beyond a hookup is uncharted territory. And no one ever dares to try.”

“You should,” Louis says. “You’ll have more men to pick from. Ones who aren’t dickheads.”

“Well, if you have a twin brother, send him my way,” says Teo, their gaze lingering on Louis for a second longer than Harry likes.

“We were a bit like that at first, fire and water,” Harry cuts in. “But now, nothing makes more sense than this. We’ve just been told for centuries that witches and vampires can’t get on. And it’s not true.”

“And how long have you been dating?” Kristen asks. “Because if you say it’s only been a month or so, I’ll need more proof than that.”

“It’s been a little over a year officially,” Harry says.

“And also,” Louis says, lifting their joined hands from beneath the table, turning their hands so Harry’s ring catches the scarce light in the room. “We’re engaged.”

“Well, fuck,” Kristen says. And when Louis presses a kiss to Harry’s hand a second later, she adds, “Okay, I’m sold.”

It’s not to say that great love only exists between a vampire and a witch. Harry’s parents had a beautiful marriage, exactly the kind he wanted for himself. And Louis’ mum and Perry love each other deeply.

It’s only to say that great love exists in places some might not think to look. Sometimes it starts between rivals. Sometimes it takes years to flourish. Sometimes it feels like the universe is completely opposed. But sometimes it’s there waiting, in the most uncanny places, if you want it badly enough.

†

Every day in New York, they get up to something new. They tour museums and art galleries, including one where Louis buys him a painting and has it shipped to the estate for safekeeping. They dine at restaurants from Michelin-starred rooftop establishments to hole-in-the-wall haunts. They day drink (and night drink) and nap in parks in between. They make the most of their month-long stay. No, they won’t be relocating but Harry already knows they’ll be back. Often.

That day, after brunch and a bit of shopping, they retire to their rental penthouse to escape an incoming thunderstorm. The day isn’t a loss at all. He found the stick and poke kit he wanted so that Louis could attempt to tattoo him. After an order of sushi and a shared shower, they get started.

“Was nice to see Teo and Kristen again last night,” Harry says, mostly to distract himself from the initial shock of pain. “And all their friends too.”

“Yeah, they’re a fun lot,” Louis says. “Fucking crazy too. Crazier than us when we want to be.”

“I think Teo has a tiny crush on you.”

“Yeah, but it’ll go away.”

“Oh, so you agree?”

“When we hugged, their heart did a bit of a thing. That’s all.” Louis looks at him. “Now yours is too.”

“Do you think they’re attractive?”

Louis exhales a small laugh. “They’re objectively good-looking. Haven’t thought about it beyond that.”

“Everyone has a crush on you. It’s annoying,” Harry says.

“Who’s everyone?”

“In every place we’ve been to, there’s always someone who starts to fancy you a little. Isabelle in Argentina, remember? Damien? I think he was in Peru. Oh, when we went to Italy. The twins we met? Justine and Luca? They were both into you.”

“Isabelle was technically into both of us,” Louis says. “And I’ve got a list of my own, love. You’re just a bit better with names than I am. The girl with the pink hair last night? She couldn’t stop looking at you.”

“Venus?”

“Should’ve remembered that, to be fair. But yes.”

Harry doesn’t remember her looking at him, but maybe that’s the point.

“I don’t mind, so long as none of them get too close,” Louis says. “I know you’re all mine.”

Then he glances at Harry. Harry actually feels his heart skip a beat. Louis smiles and refocuses on his work. He’s tattooing a bird to match the one Harry tattooed on him a year ago. It’s just a simple outline and for his first shot at tattooing, it’s looking quite nice already.

“Does it hurt?” Louis asks.

Harry shrugs. “Not too much. You’re gentler than I am when I tattoo myself,” he says. He watches him wipe blood and ink away. A thought strikes him. “Do you feel thirsty doing that?”

Louis’ hand stills momentarily.

“Just a question,” Harry says tentatively.

“I always feel thirsty around you,” Louis says, his gaze focused intently on the tattoo. “I’ve said so before.”

“But not literally.”

“No, literally.”

“So, even after you’ve fed?”

“I’ve said so before,” Louis says again. “Even when I’ve fed, the thirst is still there. Just…quieter or something.”

“So, if you could keep drinking, you would?”

Louis pauses and looks at him, lifting the needle away from Harry’s skin. “I don’t get the question.”

Harry's senses tingle slightly due to a subtle shift in Louis' mood. He tries to choose his words carefully, but no matter how he twists and shapes the sentences in his head nothing really works.

“I’d never hurt you,” Louis says. “It’s impossible for me to hurt you. Because I love you and you’re my mate. And if something were to happen to you and you weren’t here, I wouldn’t want to be either.”

“I know that,” Harry says quietly. And he should leave it there, but— “I don’t know if that fully answers the question.”

“Have you got infinite blood? ‘Cause that’d be news to me. There’s no universe where if I kept drinking, it wouldn’t kill you, is there? So, no. The answer is fuck no.”

“Why are you getting so angry? It’s just a question.”

“Why are you asking me if I want to drain you of blood?” Louis fires back.

“It’s not like it’d kill me, Louis. I’d come back.”

Louis blinks. “What?”

“I can’t die. We’ve established that.”

“But you did die!” Louis says. His voice breaks. His jaw locks. Willow finally appears in the room and curls herself around Louis’ ankle. After a breath, Louis tries again. “Your heart stopped for long enough that you were dead. I know it.”

“Yes, but I came back,” Harry says.

“But you still died, yeah? Whether you came back or not, you’d be dead. So, no, I don’t want to fucking kill you. I don’t think about it. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Okay.”

“Now, explain to me why it sounds like you want me to?” And when Harry doesn’t immediately refute that, Louis’ eyes go wide. He puts the needle down on the sterile tray beside them with the small ink pots and stained tissues. “Are you actually serious right now?”

Harry just wants to be honest. Because truthfully, he never considered these thoughts so egregious, but he also never dared to share them with Louis either. Now, that he mostly has, it feels deceitful to not come out with all of it. And he’s also learned that it’s better to expose the whole truth as uncomfortable and as painful as it may be. Better to do that than spend an eternity keeping this to himself.

“Before, when I thought I’d die from the curse, I thought about it,” Harry says. “But only ‘cause I feel safest with you, and it seemed like the most ideal way to go if I had to go at all.”

Louis laughs. Actually cackles. And stands. “Good thing you didn’t think to ask. I would’ve assumed you’d gone completely insane.” He yanks his latex glove off and tosses it onto the coffee table.

“Where are you going?”

“I need a drink,” Louis says, strolling off towards the kitchen.

Harry puts his face in his palms for a moment. They bicker on occasion, solely because they’re both stubborn, highly opinionated people. But he can’t remember the last time either of them was genuinely cross with the other. He feels Louis’ cloying anger even when they’re in separate rooms.

Willow lingers in the corridor, visibly uncertain about who needs the most comfort. Mentally, Harry sends her to Louis. He could use a drink himself. He loiters there on the couch for a minute or two longer, waiting for Louis to come back. And when he doesn’t, Harry sighs and goes after him.

In the kitchen, Louis has a beer open in front of him while he taps away furiously at his phone.

“Will you please relax?” Harry asks. 

“No, I don’t think so,” Louis says. “Here we are having a nice night and you reveal you’ve got a death kink or whatever it is.”

“I haven’t got a death kink,” Harry says. “For fuck’s sake…”

Louis sets his phone down. “When you had that thought back then, did you also consider what it’d be like for me? To watch you slip away? To be the cause of that?”

“I did, actually. Which is why I didn’t bring it up back then. I knew you wouldn’t do it.”

“Because I can’t.”

“Fine. But you clearly don’t know how it feels for me either. On the receiving end of things. It’s like…euphoric. It feels like I could just sink into it and stay there forever. And I’m sorry if that worries you or whatever. I’m not saying I want to die. I’m not saying I want you to kill me. I’m saying when you feed, if there was a way to feel the way I feel infinitely, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I’m just saying I’ve thought about it. That’s all.”

“But that’s impossible. Without me killing you.”

“Yes, you’ve said. I get it.”

“I could never.”

“You said that too,” Harry says. “There’s the blood curse anyway, so—”

“Even without the blood curse…never.”

“Okay,” Harry says. “I’m sorry I mentioned it at all, alright? Can you finish my tattoo, please? Before you get drunk?”

Louis rolls his eyes and has another swig of his beer.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says again. “Come on, Lou, please?”

Louis looks at him, his eyes slightly narrowed as he thinks. With a shake of his head and a sigh, he says, “Yeah, alright,” and starts back to the living room. Quietly he puts his glove back on and sterilises the needle. Then he starts on the tattoo again.

Harry pushes his fingers through Louis’ fringe. “Are you cross with me?”

“No,” Louis says. “Just let me concentrate. Or I’ll tattoo a penis here and be done with it.”

“I don’t mind a penis, though, do I?”

“A lopsided one,” Louis clarifies. “With very hairy wrinkly balls.”

Harry laughs and relaxes his arm. “Such an arsehole.”

“I can add one of those too.”

When they laugh, the tiny hint of tension left between them is hardly of any consequence at all. And later, when they crawl into bed, Louis draws him into his arm like always. Harry traces his collarbone with his fingertip while listening to Willow scurrying about on the floor. For a cat who can phase silently through the air, she’s making plenty of noise with every move. When she darts up onto the bed and then immediately flings herself to the floor, Louis laughs.

“You wouldn’t think a familiar would get the Zoomies, would you?” Harry says.

“She’s just like any cat, I guess,” Louis says.

“I don’t think she’d like that,” Harry says. “I think she considers herself a very unique, one-of-a-kind cat.”

“Makes sense, considering who she’s bound to.”

“Are you saying I think too highly of myself?”

“No,” Louis says. “You should think highly of yourself. And you’re definitely one of a kind.”

Harry smiles. “So are you. There could never be anyone like you.”

Louis turns and presses a kiss on Harry’s forehead. Harry nestles more comfortably into Louis’ side, his eyes slipping shut.

“I’m sorry I lost it a bit earlier,” Louis says quietly.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t share things with me. Even something like that.”

“I don’t. But if it’s something you’re uncomfortable with, I should be more careful. And I will be.”

Then there’s silence and more inexplicable tension. Harry suddenly feels less sleepy than he did seconds ago. He lifts his head off Louis’ shoulder and looks at him.

“It’s impossible for me to do it, I mean that,” Louis says, meeting his gaze.

“I know, Louis,” Harry says. “And I’m not asking you to.”

“But I am who I am,” Louis goes on. “Or what I am. So it’d be a lie to say I haven’t thought about it.”

Harry hesitates. “About draining…”

Louis pinches his eyelids. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Okay. How would you put it then?”

“There’ve been times after I’ve fed, especially…if we’re fucking at the same time, when I want to drink again or I want to keep drinking, even though I know… And there was a time when I was drunk and it was a little hard to stop.”

As he speaks, he doesn’t look at Harry. As if he’s ashamed. Harry reclines again and takes Louis’ face between his palms.

“Look at me. That’s alright,” Harry says. “I love you. I love how much you want me.”

Louis winces at that. “That makes it sound more innocent than it is.”

“Whatever. I won’t lie and say it’s not…sort of exciting? And like…It’s not that much different from when you choke me a little, is it?”

“It’s completely different.”

“Not to me. Not completely. You say you wouldn’t hurt me but spanking hurts,” Harry says with a laugh. “And I like it.”

“Also, different.”

“If you say so,” Harry says. “I know that for you it’s something you have to control. For me, I know you’re in control, so I don’t worry. I just let go. And it feels nice to let go. I know you’ve got me.”

“I do,” Louis says. “Always.”

“You’re getting enough to drink, though, yeah? Like that’s not the reason you want to keep going, is it?”

“Trust me, it’s not. I get enough,” Louis says.

“You’re just greedy then.”

“I’m a vampire,” Louis says. “Greed is what we’re all about.”

“You’re not like most vampires, though.”

“Maybe not, but there are things that are just biological. Like my bond with you. Can’t do anything about that. And no matter what, if you say something like you said today, offering yourself up like that, there’s a part of me, even if it’s small, that wants to take you up on it. And just…devour you.”

Harry looks at his mouth. “And I’m meant to be afraid of that?”

“Maybe,” Louis says. “Not of me, but the general idea of a vampire wanting you in that way, yeah.”

“You’re the only vampire that matters.”

Louis grins, his ego visibly stroked. Harry can’t take his eyes off of him.

“If it were any other vampire, I’d never say the things I said today. It’s only because it’s you. I trust you. Completely.”

Louis looks at him. He takes Harry’s hand and presses a quick kiss to his palm. “I can’t do it, though.”

“I know,” Harry says. “I thought I lost you that day too, you know? I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And like the world was closing in on me or something. So, I know what it’s like. And I’d never want you to have to go through that again.”

Louis nods. “Me neither.”

Harry looks at his mouth again. “But I think you should feed,” he says. “Right now.”

Louis lifts his brows. With a small exhale, he says, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Literally the opposite. I’m offering you a late-night snack.”

Louis laughs. “You’re definitely that,” he says. He licks his lips. Then, after a second, he leans in and kisses Harry slowly, capturing his jaw between his fingers and his thumb. He kisses him for so long Harry nearly forgets what they were talking about at all. He’s hypnotized by Louis’ tongue against his own. He’s lulled by the comfort of their bodies close.

Their lives are not perfect because no one’s is. They still have occasional worries, especially when they have to decide which parties and gatherings to attend back home when everywhere they go, they’re a topic of discussion or gossip. Returning to Ravenoir even for short periods is often stressful. And like earlier has proven, they can still misunderstand each other.

Life might not be perfect but being with Louis is. There’s nothing questionable or unsatisfactory about this kiss or the way Louis holds him. There’s nothing as sublime as the moment he pulls away suddenly, holds Harry’s jaw firmly and sinks into his jugular.

Harry shudders and digs his fingers into Louis’ bicep. The burst of pain is quickly washed over with warmth that floods his whole body. His head feels light and airy as if he’s floating on a cloud. Weightless and worriless with nothing to fear. With Louis’ need so evident and certain and all-encompassing.

Louis pulls away with a deep breath and kisses him again. Now that Harry can move, he moves with purpose, shoving Louis' pyjamas down past his waist, wrestling with his own.

“Thought I was only getting a late-night snack,” Louis says.

“It’s more like a late-night buffet,” Harry says. “All you can eat.”

Louis laughs as he sinks down Harry’s body, leaving kisses all along his chest and abs. “Mm, I do like the sound of that,” he says.

Harry will have to blame it on all the pent-up tension, good and bad, but when Louis deepthroats his cock, he thinks he could come with just another second more of that pressure. Then Louis pulls off, smiling as if he knows it, and licks a few times along the length of his cock instead. Because as he’s clarified thoroughly today, Louis is a vampire. Vampires like to toy with and tease their prey. And Harry knows Louis doesn’t think of him as prey, but sometimes Harry feels like he is. And he doesn’t mind at all.

The truth is that Harry would bare every part of himself to Louis without hesitation or fear. He would accept whatever Louis wanted to give or take from him. Maybe if it were another vampire, that sort of thinking would be insane. But it’s solely this vampire who matters. No other would do.

He often likes to hold Louis atop him after they’ve come to prolong the closeness. He likes the weight of him. He likes running his fingers through his hair until Louis drifts off. "Louis?"

"Hm?"

“It’s not difficult, is it? Feeling thirsty all the time?” Harry asks quietly. Because the thought is on his mind and if he doesn’t ask, he’ll just stay awake worrying about it.

“No,” Louis says sleepily. “Not at all."

"You're sure?"

"I promise," Louis says. He draws a breath. "Thirst is tied to emotion. Like lust and love… And you’re a triple threat, that’s all. You’re hot. You taste incredible. Can’t help that. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Harry smiles. "Makes sense..." He listens to Louis’ breathing evening out. He feels his limbs loosening further. “Wait, what’s the third thing?”

“What?”

“You said triple threat.”

“Oh,” Louis says. “You’re hot. You taste incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Just tell me,” Harry pleads.

“You’re the love of my life, Harry,” Louis says. “I reckon that’s the biggest one of all.”

It’s not the first time Louis has said so, but it’s also impossible to get used to something like that. Hearing the person he loves most affirm the inverse is true will never cease to amaze him. So, he feels his eyes prickle slightly, but he doesn’t actually burst into tears or anything. He simply wraps his arms more tightly around his fiance. “And you’re mine.”

“I know,” Louis says. “Can I sleep now, babe?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Good night.”

“Night,” Louis says.

“I love you so much.”

“Harry.”

“Okay. Sleep well.”

“You too,” Louis says. And then after a second, he whispers, “I love you.”

Willow hops up onto the bed in the midst of their laughter at which point, they mutually decide to turn their love on her. Because great love is also infinite, which means there’s plenty to spare.

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[stylesharrys]

complicated

summary: harry's moved on and it's killing you to keep watching.

word count: 1,307

a/n: here's a new little piece for you. i do apologise for not putting much out, pregnancy is really taking it out of me alongside working full-time still and redecorating. anyway, enjoy this little angsty fic

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You shouldn’t be surprised, not one bit. And yet, you can’t help the slack in your jaw or the bewildered state in your eyes.

You blink. Once. Twice.

You’re sure you’ve heard him right but part of you wonders if you’ve mistaken the news.

Yes, he’s smitten with her. Completely and utterly head over heels, and this is Harry we’re talking about, someone who very much believes in love at first sight and living in the moment.

He’s just never done anything quite like this before. Sure, taking girls to meet his family after a week of dating, or buying them bank-breaking expensive jewellery before even getting out of the taking stage.

And there’s been a time or two when he’s very prematurely asked girls to move in with him in the first month or so of the relationship. But this? This takes it to a whole new level.

Harry is engaged.

You don’t ignore the aching pang in your heart when you remind yourself what he’s just announced. How can you? Nothing with Harry has ever come easy since you split a couple years back. Reason being that Harry rushed things too quickly and you wanted to take your time to grow and get to know each other.

Yet, hearing the news brings nothing but bile and jealousy to the brim of your throat. That should be you. Two years wouldn’t be a bad time to propose to someone, not after being with them for 4 months and friends for two more years prior.

You could be living together by now, adoring that no doubt blinding ring. But you’re not. Instead, you’re bitter. Bitter that some random girl he’s known for three months is engaged to the love of your life. Bitter that Harry can’t seem to take his time and wait. Bitter that Harry couldn’t wait for you to be ready.

“Wow.”

It comes out as more of a petty whisper than anything else. And Harry notices. The gleam in his eyes turns from proud to sheepish and you hate you’ve made him feel that way.

You never meant to take his happiness away like that. You clear your throat, blinking away the selfish things you’re feeling and mustering up the most convincing smile you possibly can.

“This is huge, H. Congratulations.”

His shoulders seem to sag in relief just a little, and he turns just enough to face another friend in the group. Your heart can’t stop the consistent pangs. It’s a horrible thing to watch, to understand.

Harry is so desperate for love, to find it and keep it, that he blinds himself from common sense and functionality.

It hurts to know that he hasn’t thought this through, or maybe it hurts more that there’s a possibility he has.

Has he?

Has he thought about what this means? That not only will she have his last name but also his fortune, too? That this will be the woman he spends the rest of his life with, has he realised that? Is that what he wants?

What about Christmas’ and New Years? How that’ll be split between his family and hers. And what about children? Will they have any? Have they spoken about that? About starting a family?

Your lungs feel as though they’re crushing in on themselves, or maybe like they’re drowning in tears you’re yet to cry. You can’t breathe, not the more you think. The more you assume.

Why does Harry want all of this with her? Why couldn’t he just wait a little longer to have it with you?

As he speaks with another, you make your quick escape to the kitchen, desperate for something stronger than the bottled water he offered when you arrived at his home. Though as you stare into the fridge, you can’t see a damn thing.

Your vision is completely blurred by salty tears that threaten to spill over, you can barely make out the shape of the eggs that sit in the door of the refrigerator no matter how hard you try to focus.

Everything hurts and you’re sure your knees are going to buckle at any given moment, and when you hear that voice - his voice, telling you there’s white wine in the bottom drawer, you crumble.

Spinning on your heels, you face him.

There’s an anger in your features, he can see it, sense it. A lump forms in Harry’s throat as he takes your state in. He’s not dumb, he knows it has everything to do with his recent news of engagement.

It’s selfish, he knows, but Harry was hoping you’d be okay with it. That you wouldn’t get upset and cry and ask all the questions he knows you’re about to. He doesn’t want to face it, but you don’t exactly give him a choice.

“Four months? Four months and you propose?”

Harry swallows but doesn’t say anything. He knows you need to speak, to get out what you need to say.

You take a step closer.

“Four months of knowing her and you propose?”

Silence.

It only makes your anger grow. You shake your head, arms flailing at your side.

“Do you know her? Or have you just jumped into this like every other time? Why are you so desperate to do these things so quickly, Harry? What if this doesn’t work like everyone before?”

Harry has tears in his eyes and you can’t figure out why. Are you upsetting him with the facts, or is it something else? Did he just not want to hear it?

“How do you do it, H?” your voice is much gentler this time, it catches him off guard.

Harry expects you to shout and scream, not huff and shrug in defeat after a few sentences, he knows you have so much more to say than that.

“Do what?” he finally croaks.

“How do you move on so fucking fast? How do you forget everything we had so quickly? How do you forget me?”

He waits a beat, staring at the tears that fall. Your skin is growing clammy, heart thumping against your ribcage.

Forget you? How could he ever?

“Why do you always have to rush into things? Why couldn’t you have just waited for me?”

Harry doesn’t know what to say, your final words knock him sideways.

“Wait for you?” he asks, brows pinched. “I thought we agreed we were better as friends?”

You scoff, head rolled back in disbelief.

“You wanted me to move in with you after three months, H. I wasn’t ready for that. Then, you wanted to get me a goddamn promise ring. I wasn’t ready for that, either. We were together for four months, Harry. I wanted to take my time with you, get to know you and enjoy the stages of what we were.”

The confession sends ringing through Harry’s ears. He remembers the conversation, where you told him things were moving too fast, that you thought you’d be better as friends.

He takes a deep breath.

“You couldn’t have waited another few months to ask me to move in with you? You couldn’t have waited a month or so after that to get me a promise ring? And a few more again to propose?”

That’s when it hits him. You’re not over Harry, you never were. And all the times since the breakup, that he’s introduced new girls and milestones, you’ve sat there wondering why the hell he couldn’t have just waited and had it all with you.

“Why couldn’t you wait for me, Harry? Why wasn’t I enough?”

He shakes his head, fast.

“You were never not enough, Y/N.”

It’s your turn to shake your head profusely and step back when he inches closer.

“If I was enough, you would’ve waited. And that ring would be on my finger, not some strangers.”

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The Great Gatsby Incorrect Quotes #1

Jordan: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

Nick: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

Jordan: The fourth sentence-

Nick: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

Jordan: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

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Y/N: I can't believe you've done this.....

Gatsby: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Y/N, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

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Nick: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Murderer: Any last words?

Jordan: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

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Jordan: I have a bad feeling about this, guys.

Y/N: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine.

Gatsby: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?

Jordan, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

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Nick: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Gatsby: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Nick: So you’re dating Y/N?

Gatsby: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Nick: That’s literally a wedding ring.

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Gatsby: You don't know anything about me!

Nick: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!

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Gatsby: Say no to drugs.

Nick: Say yes to drugs.

Jordan: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. then you're on drugs.

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Nick: Why are you drinking?

Gatsby: I drink when I'm depressed.

Nick: But you're always drinking?

Gatsby: *smug grin*

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Nick: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Tom: What changed your mind?

Nick: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

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*Gatsby comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Y/N’s bedroom.*

Y/N: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Gatsby: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Gatsby: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep*

Y/N: ...

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Nick: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Gatsby: You’re too young to have enemies.

Nick: You don’t even know.

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Tom: *sneaking in through their window*

Y/N: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Tom: I was with Daisy?

Daisy: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

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Nick: Tom has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them.

Daisy: That can't be true!

Nick: Watch this.

Nick: Hey Tom, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Tom: *Throws themself out a window*

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Tom: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Nick: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Tom: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Nick: Somehow that's worse.

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Tom: They say that the most valuable things cost nothing.

Y/N: They also say that being cheap is an annoying trait, so don’t overuse that excuse.

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Y/N: Come on, Nick. Nobody actually believes that Gatsby is in love with me.

Nick, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Gatsby is helplessly in love with Y/N

*Everyone raises their hand*

Y/N: Gatsby, put your hand down.

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Daisy: What did Tom do this time?

Nick: More like WHO did Tom do this time?

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Gatsby: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?

Y/N: Yes?

Gatsby: We’re in too deep.

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[at-wicks-end]

burnout ; jw

john wick / reader 672 words ; angst other tags: mutual pining, right person wrong time, john and reader are in their 30s <3 pls do not repost!!

It shouldn’t be like this, John thinks to himself, feeling sick to the stomach. Still, he keeps his expression pleasant. He is your friend. He should be happy. He should be supportive. You look radiant.

“He proposed last Friday,” you grin, holding your hand out to show him the ring. It’s not ugly, but John would’ve chosen something different. It just doesn’t capture your personality, but he keeps his thoughts to himself. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn’t want to do it over the phone since it’s pretty big news.”

You stare at the ring with a small smile in your face, but John can tell that you’re lost in thought. The unreadable look in your eyes is the only thing that pushes him to ask. “Are you happy?” He says carefully. You blink in surprise, the strange look in your eyes giving way to confusion. 

“Are you happy?” John repeats, and the smile in your face falters.

“What do you mean?” You laugh lightly, but he doesn’t buy it. “I’ve just gotten engaged, John. Of course I am.”

The noise from the rest of the coffee shop seems to disappear as he looks into your eyes, searching. You look put-together, like you always are, but there is a weariness in your posture. You alternate between fidgeting with your mug and your ring, and your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Suddenly, that look in your eyes isn’t as unreadable as he thought.

“You look unsure,” he says softly. 

“I look tired,” you correct. “I couldn’t sleep last night. I was working through some stuff.”

Another lie. John decides to let it slide this once. “So when’s the wedding?” He changes the topic, and your posture relaxes marginally. 

“Matt wants it to be a summer wedding, somewhere with a beach, maybe?” You say brightly, and John already knows you’re overcompensating. “I wanted it to be in either spring or—”

“Fall,” John finishes, taking a sip of his coffee. “I thought you hated the idea of a summer wedding, much less one at a beach. What changed?”

“Well, Matt really likes the idea, so I guess it’s not that bad?” You shrug, and John can feel his free hand clench underneath the table. 

“You don’t seem that excited,” he points out, and you grimace. It tells him what he needs to know.

He wants to grab your shoulders and shake you so you can come to your senses. He wants to tell you that it should be him instead. He wants. 

Instead, John reminds himself of his reality: he is an assassin and you are a civilian. Being with him is a death sentence, and this is the best possible situation he could ask for. You are safe and away from him, with someone to care for you. John can keep tabs on you from afar, and everyone is happy.

That is the lie John must tell himself.

“For what it’s worth, congratulations,” he says sincerely. “I wish you two the best.”

For a moment, nothing is said. The two of you lock eyes, and his heart lurches at the way his own yearning is mirrored in your eyes. He toys with the idea of being the one to marry you instead—to be standing by the altar with you by his side, to exchange rings and vows with you, to spend the rest of his life with you. He considers confessing now, considers telling you how much he loves you so he can whisk you away from that idiot who can’t be bothered to learn what you like. 

The moment passes.

“Thank you, John.” Your voice is warm but resolute. He knows—you know—that this is the end. 

It should have been me, John thinks to himself. It could have been me.

The sunlight catches on your ring, and John rips out the seedling of hope you had planted in his heart. When the two of you part ways, he leaves his dreams of a quiet life with you.

hello!!! first jw fic here hehe hope you guys enjoy!! this is actually the alternate ending of a much larger fic i'm currently writing, so if you liked this, maybe keep an eye out for that one <3 i'll be crossposting this on ao3 as well.

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[bagopucks]

A. Matthews - Para Siempre

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Auston Matthews x Reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning(s): None?

Spanish Translations, in order of occurrence;

Por siempre y para siempre - forever and always

mamá ahora no - mom not now

Puedes proponer - you can propose

No en tu playa sexual - not at your sex beach

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“When your father proposed to me…”

Auston hadn’t been expecting the story of the century. Meaning, that his mother took as long as a century to tell it.

“It was extravagant!”

Auston had planned to propose in Arizona. When he invited Hudson and I home with him, I was only under the influence that I was going to meet his parents and enjoy a short vacation. Nothing more.

I also had little to no suspicion of any ulterior motive when he asked me to go to the store and get a few groceries for dinner. And I certainly didn’t expect anything when Hudson bounced along with me. Though perhaps I should have. Because Hudson hated grocery shopping.

“He had flowers everywhere! Oh and Auston- the ring!” Ema spoke as if Auston hadn’t seen it millions of times. His own mother’s engagement ring. Of course he knew what it looked like. “It has to be something she’ll love. Something that makes sense for her.” Dainty and beautiful. Sparkly. Auston stole a glance at his mother’s ring. Definitely not as big as hers. His lover wasn’t quite that extravagant. He already had the ring anyway. Stuffed away in an old hockey duffel in his closet. The safest place he thought to hide it.

“He took me out to one of the lake beaches way after dark, where we spent the night together.” Her brows lifted in a suggestive manner, and it caused all three of her kids to groan and whine in complaint.

Alexandria and Breyana only joined their brother and mother in the kitchen when they picked up on the marriage conversion. In true sisterly fashion, they wanted the details. As it turns out, they got too many unwanted details.

“That’s actually,” Ema set her glass of water down, “where you were conceived.” She pointed a finger at Alexandria.

“Mama!” The eldest daughter scolded for the lack of filter, while Auston snickered.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s life. And yours was created on that beach. Right after your father proposed.” Breyana’s head fell into her hands. When their mother grew older, all three feared the things that may come from her mouth.

“Oh quit complaining.” Ema rolled her eyes.

“The proposal, mom.” Auston swiftly guided her back on track. “Please.”

“Right. Well.. we ate.. then swam for a bit, laid down.. and eventually he pulled this ring out. He never bothered to get on one knee- but we were already laying down, so I figured it was close enough. And he opened the ring box, and I just couldn’t contain my joy.” Ema hugged herself as a smile formed on her lips. “And do you know what he said?”

“What?” Alexandria pried.

“He said, Por siempre y para siempre. Forever and always.”

Forever and always.

Auston kept that in the back of his mind. He let it sit. He thought it over. He gave it a good mental discussion. Forever and always was a long time. He had no second thoughts when buying the ring, or talking to Hudson. But cold feet creeps up on everybody at least once when they consider making the lifelong commitment that is to another person.

Two people in Auston’s case.

When I returned from the store, the home was exactly as I had left it. Auston was arguing with Alexandria in the kitchen, while Breyana sat on the couch scrolling through her phone, a smile on her lips the second she heard Hudson shout her name.

“Welcome home, girlie.” Breyana spoke as she wrestled Hudson for a hug. The boy giggled and tried to push her away.

“Hey, Brey. I got these groceries Ema needed.” I held the bag up as I kicked my shoes off.

“In the kitchen. Just be careful. Auston woke one of Alex’s demons.”

Demons. I snorted.

“Got it.” I whisked away, down the hall to peek into the kitchen, having to hold in a laugh at the scene I’d walked into. Alexandria had a tight hold on a lock of Auston’s hair, pulling it taught while he whined and begged for mercy in a language I didn’t fully understand. Perhaps Alex did have a few demons. Ones that could only be provoked by the tedious presence of a baby brother.

“Hope I’m not interrupting any sibling bonding.” I piped up from the doorway, watching the way both startled and stumbled away from one another. Auston whipped around to look at me, cheeks flushed and lips pursed, while Alex kept her back turned. I knew however, that there was a good chance she was smiling to herself.

“I got groceries.” I walked into the kitchen to set them on the counter, a smile spreading across my face the moment Ema came through. Her hands fell upon my shoulders as she passed, a silent expression of thanks before she spoke.

“You should be resting, sweetheart.” Ema suggested as she grabbed one of the handles of the plastic grocery bag and dragged it toward herself. “You’re on vacation. Don’t let my son make you run errands.” She spoke as if she didn’t have a clue why he asked me to go.

“Mom!” Auston protested, though he quieted when he saw the look she shot him from the corner of her eye.

“You know what you need?” Ema asked.

“What could I possibly need?” I sighed out with a smirk.

“A day at the beach.” My brow furrowed in curiosity when I watched Ema eye Auston once again.

“Mamá ahora no.” Auston seemed to scold her.

“Puedes proponer!” I leaned back slightly when Ema gestured to me. Clearly the subject of the unknown conversation.

“No en tu playa sexual!” Auston’s rebuttal had his sister falling into a fit of laughter, and I became increasingly interested when I realized their conversation had to do with something intimate.

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked, smiling nervously.

“Nothing, honey. Auston was just asking about date ideas earlier and I told him the beach was a good one.”

“Scottsdale doesn’t border any oceans.” I mentioned, somewhat confused.

“Lakeside stuff.” Auston swiftly interjected, shrugging. “It’s nice on hot days.”

“We could go.” I looked up at him, watching as he crossed the kitchen to stand by my side.

“As much as I’d love to, my mother ruined that idea for me.”

“What? Why?” I felt his arms snake around my sides.

“It’s not worth explaining.” He took a step backwards, dragging me along with him.

“Where are you taking me?” I reached behind myself to rest my hand on the back of his neck. Auston’s chin immediately fell against my shoulder.

“To my room.” He spoke, as if it was obvious. “It’s the only place we get any privacy here.”

“Oh your family is not that bad.” I laughed softly, following his lead as Auston slowly walked me backwards to the kitchen doorway.

“They’re the worst.” He teased before he pulled away and grabbed my hand.

“Auston Taylour!” I watched his face light up at the sound of his mother’s shout, and in a flash he was dragging me up the steps at such a speed I thought he might pull my arm out of its socket.

“Jesus, Aus!”

There was one thing I had gotten incredibly comfortable with since we arrived at Auston’s childhood home. And it was leaving Hudson alone. There was always somebody he was with. Somebody to keep him company or entertain him. And the girls simply fawned over him. Auston and I had more time to spend together. A little time without having to constantly fret over the kid a few feet away.

By the time we made it safely into his room, Auston had pushed the door shut, both of us heaving for air while he tried to listen for his mother.

“She’s a follower when she’s angry.” He explained.

“You stress her out too much.” I laughed softly, dropping onto his unmade bed. A twin size that I learned barely fit him growing up. The two of us had found multiple odd ways to sleep on it since arriving in Arizona. Most of the time it was just one on top of the other. Though I learned immediately one night that supporting Auston’s weight was a life or death situation, because he was too heavy to breathe under.

“I’m her kid. It’s my job to stress her out.” Auston defended himself with a smile, turning to look at me. I rolled my eyes at him. A mutual silence overtook the room, eyes wandering. Minds wandering.

“What were you and your mother talking about down there?” I watched something shift in Auston’s expression.

“Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

Forever and always.

There was no going back.

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What did forever and always even mean?

“I know you don’t like it Buddy.. just stick with me on this, okay?”

“When can I take it off?”

“After I propose to your mom.” Auston adjusted the bow tie on Hudson’s neck. His little button down and suspenders were nothing short of adorable. An outfit his mother helped pick out. Auston on the other hand, wore black slacks and a button down of his own, the first few buttons undone. Hudson found it unfair.

Forever and always.

Auston glanced at the ring box on the night stand. “Momma doesn’t know you’re proposing?”

“Nope. I asked her to fill the car with gas so we could get ready.” Auston explained.

“Is momma all dressed up?” He fidgeted with his tie while Auston grabbed the velvet box and slipped it into his pocket.

“I didn’t see her before she left. But I’m sure she’s beautiful.”

“What are you gonna say to her?” Hudson looked up at Auston, who adjusted his hair one last time before slipping his dress shoes on.

“Por siempre y para siempre.” Auston spoke, sure as he would ever be.

“What does that mean?”

“Forever and always.”

“What does that mean?” Hudson followed Auston out of the bedroom. The grownup now left trying to find an answer to a question he wasn’t sure how to respond to. Perhaps forever and always meant something different to everybody.

Auston decided not to answer as he walked down the steps, met with the sight of his family waiting patiently in the living room.

“Oh, oh it’s happening.” Ema stopped her pacing by the window when she caught sight of the two boys.

“Hudson you look so handsome!” Breyana cooed, causing a flush to take over the boy’s cheeks. Brian slowly stood from the couch, eyeing his son with a quizzical look before he smirked. He walked over and rested a hand on Auston’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna kill it, kid.” Brian glanced down at Hudson. “And the kid’s support is a pretty good sign.”

“Hey uh.. can I ask you a question?” Auston’s voice softened.

“Always.”

“What’s forever and always mean?”

Loving someone so much that you want to spend your life with them. Loving someone so much that it’s unconditional. Loving someone to the end of time, and loving them always.

When I pulled the car up to the front door, Auston had instructed me to switch seats. We shared a brief kiss as we passed around the hood of the car, and only when I got inside did I notice Hudson’s little outfit. I made a comment on it, but mistook his silence for displeasure. In reality, Hudson was too afraid of giving anything away. So he kept quiet for the whole drive, and it seemed Auston did as well.

Only when we arrived at the restaurant, and Hudson popped out of his car seat to open my door, did the boys start talking.

“You look so beautiful tonight.” Auston made his way around the car, offering his arm for me to hold onto as I climbed out, smiling at him before my gaze turned to little Hudson, holding my car door open like a butler.

“You boys look awful cute too.” I complimented playfully, stepping away from the car so Hudson could shut the door.

“Momma!” Hudson whined.

“Handsome.” I corrected, sharing a look with Auston. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, and I linked my arm with his own. My free hand came up to gently flick the small charm hanging from Auston’s earring.

“The leaves?” I asked softly. Knowingly.

“The leaves.” A pair he had well before we met. Initially bought because the silver hoops held dangling maple leaves that resembled the one on the jerseys his team wore.

“You wear those for luck.” I commented, allowing suspicion to raise in my tone. Auston didn’t respond right away, instead opting for a smile as he and Hudson led me toward the entrance of the restaurant.

“I might need it tonight.” When the words reached my ears, I finally decided to come to terms with the fact that something was going on.

The restaurant Auston chose was a homey little place more on the outskirts of the city. Surrounded by beautiful gardens, with outdoor seating to drink in one’s share of the view. I felt no surprise at all when Auston gave his name to the hostess, and she led us to possibly the best outside seat on the whole property. Hudson pulled my seat out for me, and I couldn’t help but feel like a Queen. The lines began to blur between who had taught Hudson better manners. Myself or the man sitting across from me, ordering my favorite wine from memory. And requesting an extra fancy glass for Hudson and the juice the boy ordered.

I immediately rested my elbows against the table, leaning forward and eyeing Auston through the orange flicker of the candle flame between us.

“You two are up to something.” I commented, my gaze falling to my son only momentarily. Hudson quickly looked away.

“We’re not up to anything. We just wanted to take you out.” Auston could lie all he wanted, but he wasn’t great at it. The guilty smile on his lips raised my suspicions more than Hudson opening my car door, wearing a bow tie, and pulling my seat out.

“You’re such a horrible liar, Aus.” I gently nudged his foot beneath the table.

“I am not!” His defensive attitude brought a quiet laugh from my lips. I felt his foot push my own away.

“Momma!” Hudson whined, “you gotta let it go.” He waved his hand dismissively at me, astonishment flashing across both mine and Auston’s faces.

“Well then,” I feigned offense, leaning back. “Suppose I will let it go then.” I folded my arms across my chest.

“Oh come on now.” Auston reached for me, but stopped short when the waitress came by with an opened bottle of wine, three glasses, and a bottle of orange juice.

“Just pour me a glass, Matthews.” I let him off the hook with a smirk, reaching for Hudson’s orange juice. I twisted the cap off and poured it into his own fancy glass, setting the half empty bottle aside and putting the cap back on. Auston busied himself with filling our own glasses, and I had no shame in watching the pools of honey in his eyes as the Arizona sunset lit up the warm dark undertones of his features.

When Auston handed my glass over, I was swift to take a sip, humming happily at the refreshing flavor.

“Perfect?” Auston quizzed.

“Better than perfect.” I assured, taking another sip.

“It’s magnificent.” Hudson chimed in after taking a gulp of his orange juice.

“That’s a big word for you, Hudsy.” Auston teased, and I watched Hudson giggle and stick his tongue out in return.

“Play nice, boys. You might have to live with each other one day.”

The banter between us always came with ease. Something I was always thankful for.

“Oh yeah,” Sarcasm immediately took over Hudson’s tone. “Pfft. Live with Auston. What a crazy idea.” My brow furrowed, amused and confused by his behavior. “Do you hear her?” Hudson looked toward my lover, with a look that practically said, ‘she’s a lunatic.’

“Just drink your orange juice, bud.” Auston scoffed, taking a sip from his own glass.

I wasn’t sure what signal I had missed, but I knew it was something. Hudson quickly relaxed after the exchange, and the topic of living together was long forgotten. We ordered and ate, I couldn’t remember how many times I thanked Auston for the dinner and the view. Hudson chimed in a few times asking for a thanks of his own. And I granted it with ease.

The boys had outdone themselves. I just hadn’t been able to figure out why until we were on the last leg of the large slice of chocolate cake Auston and I shared. Hudson had his own piece. I was dreading having to deal with his sugar rush on the way home.

“I didn’t know Arizona was so good at making ice cream.” I commented as I slipped a piece of the chocolate cake into my mouth, swiftly scooping a piece of vanilla ice cream off the plate to go with it.

“Guess they kinda have to. With all the warm weather.” Auston flashed me a toothy grin. We’d given each other far more fleeting looks and admirable glances than I cared to admit. I peered back down at the small chunk of cake left, losing myself in my thoughts before I heard Auston’s fork hit the glass. I looked back up. He licked his lips and reached for his napkin, wiping his spotless mouth. Tense. Anxious?

“Aus?”

“Oh.. oh!” Hudson kicked his feet excitedly the second Auston reached beneath the table. Hudson quickly clasped a hand over his mouth to stay quiet.

“Auston.” The use of his full name brought his eyes to my own, but in the slight darkness of the almost set sun, I could see him still shuffling beneath the table.

“Just trust me, okay?” Auston spoke quietly, leaning forward before his movement stopped.

“I always do.”

Forever and always.

It’s answering last minute calls for a woman who’s in desperate need of assistance. It’s being open minded to a situation you didn’t expect. It’s keeping an eye on that kid in the park, and offering the pretty mother your number. Forever was in sickness and in health. Taking care of a mother and her son when they’re both ill. It’s about still showing up to be a dad, even after that second round knock out takes the shit out of you. Always was in the way you still loved somebody, even at their worst. The way you still wanted what was best for a kid kicking screaming and crying. Teaching a kid when they’re stubborn, being patient with a woman when she’s learning to trust again.

Forever and always was about finding his forever, and sticking to it always.

Auston found it with one woman from the park, and her lively son.

A gasp fell from my lips when Auston stepped aside from the table and got down on one knee. His mother may have said his father didn’t, but Auston thought I deserved tradition and nothing less. I reached out to touch his shoulder, tears brimming both of our eyes, before he could even speak. And then he did.

“Por siempre y para siempre.”

“Aus,” he knew I didn’t understand. And I knew I didn’t have to tell him.

“Forever and always.” His voice quivered, the smile on his lips faltering only due to the exhaustion of his muscles. The tears in our eyes were of pure joy. The excitement written in our slightly quivering bodies.

“Will you marry me?” I finally shot out of my seat, launching myself forward into Auston’s arms. Somewhat kneeling to match his height. His arms wrapped so tightly around me that I thought for a moment I might snap in half.

“Absolutely! Auston yes! I’ll marry you.” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I pressed a hard kiss to his shoulder. I heard him let out a sound between a laugh and a sob. I even heard the soft sniffles from the boy still seated at our table.

Then it seemed, simultaneously, we both remembered the ring. Auston had to peel me from his body, and I cooed at the sight of wetness on his cheeks. Our hands almost collided as we tried to wipe the tracks of joyful tears off one another’s faces. Then Auston snatched my left hand, giving a quick squeeze before he lowered it toward his thigh. My face hurt from the smiling as Auston slipped the ring from the velvet box, then carefully placed it onto my ring finger. My heart stuttered.

“It’s so beautiful.” No words could describe how I felt, and I chose not to try to use them either. When our eyes met, my hands rested on Auston’s cheeks and I pulled him in for a kiss. The feeling of a ring on my finger was foreign, but welcomed. The kiss barely lasted long between our smiles and euphoric giggles of laughter.

“You make me so happy.” Auston whispered against my lips.

When I pulled away, I felt the weight of a tiny hand on my back. Peeking toward my side, I spotted Hudson with a sheepish smile and teary eyes.

“Oh honey.” I wiped his tears too.

“You’re happy, momma?”

“Oh I’m the happiest.” I promised. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I glanced at Auston, reaching for his hand. He held my own with such tenderness, I felt like a piece of fine China. “This is my family right here. I couldn’t possibly be any happier.” I sniffed, shaking my head in disbelief. Hudson hugged me, and I felt my heart completely melt. “This is my perfect little family.” I clarified, more for Auston than anybody else. And it was my family. A little unconventional, but a family nonetheless. It was the one I wanted.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” I reiterated sternly.

Forever and always.

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[idlerin]

MONEY MONEY MONEY

sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader arranged marriage au

rings that don’t fit series

+ word count: 1.2k

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI’s idea of a relaxing afternoon was to indulge himself in paperwork as he took a break from training, he is puzzled as to why rummaging around piles of clothes and trying them out multiple times could be seen as relaxing, usually, he wouldn’t bother to go to a clothing store to buy clothes, he could easily send over a seamstress to his home or ask someone to shop for him, it was a chore. But it was what you apparently liked to do, so he would suffice and suffer through this chore.

He didn’t know why he let himself get dragged into this sense of camaraderie you insist on happening between the two of you. You could easily survive this arrangement without bothering with him much and merely playing along until he finds a way to break off the engagement, so why? He could only guess it was because your parents were forcing you to, but then again that didn’t make sense, he didn’t think you were the type to be easily ordered around, despite the current predicament between the two of you caused by being ordered around. His perception of you was different.

Then again, he wasn’t always right either, you weren’t as unbearable as he thought his fiancé would be, you were unbearable in a different way.

“What do you think, Kiyoomi?” you twirl in front of him, in a red dress with sleeves that hung over your shoulders and hugged your chest, the length ending just before your knees. How was he supposed to answer? He’s never had to answer a question of ‘what do you think’ pertaining to a woman in a dress– Atsumu has tried, Sakusa refuses to answer to Atsumu’s ridicule questions, Sakusa doesn’t think he could just ignore you or he would only be giving himself a free opening to another nagging session. It would be much easier to answer a question like that if it were context in something much simpler, like which uprising companies to invest in.

“Hello, Kiyoomi, are you still with me?” you wave your hand over his face, he hadn’t realized he zoned out.

“I think you look alright,” was his monotone response, it was an okay reply, he reassures himself. You do look alright, he doesn’t understand why you would ask what he thinks, he knew that you knew you were a gorgeous woman, you would look alright in whatever you wore.

“What can you say about it? Do you think I should buy this dress or the one I tried on before this?” you ask one of your difficult questions again. Sakusa internally groans inside, he visibly frowns instead, why couldn’t you have a less difficult hobby, something that didn’t require his opinion on matters pertaining to what you wear.

“We can buy both,” he says, you already have a bunch of clothes you were planning to buy held on a racket by the saleslady quietly standing by the side, what’s choosing one between two dresses making a difference?

“You’re no help!” you huff irritably, crossing your arms, now the both of you were frowning at each other. He watches as you turn to the lady at the side, “Excuse me miss, what do you think I should get? This dress or this one,” you ask, reaching over to get the dress you had on a few minutes prior, it was a soft pink floral one that reached your ankles.

The saleslady smiles cordially, “This dress hugs your figure in a great way, Ma’am, it accentuates your curves, the other one makes your skin and innocent features stand out, it makes you look like you came out of a fairytale. I think you should buy both as well.”

You smile at the woman, pleased, and turn to him with a frown, “See, she helps me.”

Sakusa’s brows furrowed, he said the same thing! Why was he getting frowned at?

“Ma’am, I think your boyfriend just doesn’t know the right words to say, he probably thinks you look beautiful in the dresses as well,” the saleslady intervenes. Sakusa was glad someone spoke for him, at the same time, who gave them the right to speak for him? He would get irritated if it weren’t for the fact he was too busy being confused because of you.

“Hm,” you pretend to contemplate it, “I guess you’re right! Kiyoomi isn’t that good with words,” you play, going over to him and patting his head lovingly, was this act payback for him not knowing how to react to you? He was now used to you acting like a sweet and innocent fiancé whenever the both of you were out.

You went in the dressing room again before he could have a say, so he was left sitting and waiting for you to show your face. You eventually get out in the clothes you came in, handing over your dresses to the worker. He shifts uncomfortably on the couch he was on, he’s been on it for hours, he wanted to leave.

“I’m guessing you’re now finished?” he asks, still frowning. You nod and bend over to where your bag was to get your wallet, he assumed. Before you could, Kiyoomi already had his card out and was handing it over to the saleslady. The woman politely took it. So you could be over and done with already.

“I will have the clothes ready in a few moments,” the lady bows before leaving the two of you alone in the dressing room.

“If I have to inform you, I’ve had older businessmen hang on to my every word despite them being significantly older, to insinuate that I’m not good with words is–” you had the audacity to cover his mouth with your soft hand.

“I just wanted you to say I looked pretty,” you roll your eyes at him. You were confusing, you were so confusing, one moment you were scowling and trying to start a fight with him, then next you’re like this, acting like you haven’t made a point multiple times that you dislike him, was this a part of your insistence on being civil with each other? He just couldn’t understand you, were women generally this confusing? Yes, paperwork would very much be more relaxing than the stress this is giving him.

“Are we done here with your part of ‘indulging in each other’s hobbies to get along more’ although I do have to point out some flaws within your plan–”

You cut him off again, “What are you talking about? This is only the first store!”

Sakusa stared at you deadpan, you spent three hours in here, you were telling him this was merely the beginning? Why did he agree to this again? Maybe he shouldn’t have paid much attention to his mother’s rambling about hoping he wasn’t too rude to you, he wasn’t.

“Oh and I’ll transfer you the money for the amount you spent on my clothes, they’re all expensive, you didn’t have to,” you say, swinging your bag over your shoulder. He stands up after you, fixing his sleeves.

“Don’t bother, my credit limit is endless,” he ‘tsk’s.

“You sound so stuck up,” you couldn’t help but blurt out.

“And?” Sakusa could care less.

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[fanficforlife]

Chapter Three

A strangled cry left your lips as you shot up, wide awake. Your chest heaved, and sweat covered your palms. It was just a dream. He-he's not here. I'm okay...I'm... You got out of bed, wrapped the quilt around you, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Even though it was only twenty after four in the morning. 

After pouring coffee into a mug, you went out onto the porch and sat down on the stairs. Tears started streaming from your eyes as the dream played through your mind. 

"Violet?" Your hands frantically dried your face while John's oldest son sat down next to you. "What's wrong? And, don't even think about saying nothing because I saw you crying." 

You chewed on your lower lip. 

"Is it your neighbors? Your good-for-nothing piece of shit ex?"

"My...my ex...I just had a bad dream, that's all. It's fine. I'm fine."

"You sitting out here before the suns even up, crying because of a nightmare you had about your ex, isn't fine. He put you through what I'm guessing was hell because you had to run away to get away from him. you've been living in motels, moving to a new one every few days scared that any minute he could burst through the door." You nodded and he reached for your hand. "I'm a pretty good listener and pretty good at keeping secrets. It might help if you unpack some of that baggage, whether it's everything or just about the nightmare."

You chewed on your lower lip before finally nodding. "The nightmare was a memory." After taking a shaky breath you continued. "A few days after we moved into our new house, we met a couple of his friends for drinks, two guys that he grew up with and work with, Tom and Sam. Halfway through the night, they were waiting for the waitress to come around to get them drink number six or whatever it was. It was really busy so I just went up to the bar to get them. When I was up there a guy come over and started flirting with me. I told him I was engaged. He said he was a lucky guy and smiled, I smiled back to be polite, got the drinks, and went back to the table. The rest of the time there was good and we went home." Your fingers started playing with the blanket as your eyes glazed over, taking you back to the past.

"Come here," Nick demanded after appearing in the closet doorway.

You finally got home and all you wanted to do was go to bed. "I want to change first then-"

“No. Now," he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you down to the basement. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

“Find out what?" You asked as you tried to pry his hand off of you. 

"About you flirting with him!"

Fear filled you when you saw the man who had flirted with you at the bar, on his knees and being held in place by your fiancé's friends. "N-Nick, what-"

“You made plans to see him next time I'm off work, didn't you?!"

“No, I didn't." You whimpered when he grabbed your arms, towering over you with a psychotic stare. "I told him I was engaged and came back to the table."

“Don't fucking lie to me! I saw you smile at him before you left."

“She was being polite, that's all." The man who flirted with you insisted. 

“She shouldn't have fucking talked to you in the first place." Nick spat at the man before his fiery gaze came back to you. "I thought you would know that by now."

“Nick, I-I'm sorry. I-"

The back of his hand connected with your cheek before he spun you around. One of his arms wrapped around you, securing your arms against your sides while he crushed you against him. His chest confirmed to your back, his breath hot on your neck. "You should be sorry because now you're going to watch him die."

“What the fuck?!" The innocent man on his knees tried to get free. "All I did was ask if I could buy her a drink?"

“You should have looked at her finger first. The ring that cost a fortune and takes up practically her whole ring finger." Nick nodded to his friends. After they put the scared man's hands behind his head, Tom held them there while Sam went to stand in front of him. His fist connected with the man's face. 

“No!"

“Sam." Your fiancé pushed you into his friend, who took over holding you prisoner. When Sam secured you in his arms Nick went and stood in front of the man who had blood trickling from a cut on his lip. "It's time for me to make you pay for trying to take what's mine." His fists took over for his friend. He kept hitting the man who did nothing wrong, again and again.

“Nick, stop! You're going to kill him. Stop! Stop!"

Nick turned around and stalked towards you, gripping your chin firmly in his blood-spattered hand. "Keep your fucking voice down. We don't want the neighbors to get suspicious." He let out a chuckle. "Not that it would matter because there are three cops here already."

“Just let him go. Nick, please." You begged as tears flowed from your eyes.

“He should have paid attention so he knew you already belonged to someone." His fingers dug into your jaw, "now keep your pretty little mouth shut." After letting your chin go he resumed his attack on the man who was now lying on the floor. 

“No. No. No. No." Sobs cut off your pleas while Nick went from using his fists to his feet. 

Fifteen minutes later, Nick stood over the man he had just killed with a triumphant grin while you crumpled to the floor. Your sobs had stopped, giving way to silent tears. You sat there staring at the growing pool of blood in shock. You didn't notice when Sam and Tom wrapped the body in a tarp and carried it upstairs or when Nick left, returning with a bucket of water and a rag. 

“Now," Nick's hand fisted your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look at him, "clean up this mess."

“W-what?" 

“Clean his blood off of the floor. I'm not going to tell you again." 

With trembling hands, you did what he said. By the time you were done, your hands were stained red. You pushed yourself up off your knees and went to walk towards the stairs but your fiancé stepped in front of you. 

“What are you doing?"

The shock had worn off leaving you angry and disgusted. "You killed him! All he did was ask to buy me a drink and I said I was engaged, that was it. And, you killed him for it! You're insane! I can't-I can't do this-be with you."

He grabbed your upper arms and slammed you against the wall. "I killed him because he tried to take what's mine."

Let me go." You tried to hit him, kick him, you pushed against him, trying to get free. When none of that worked, you tried to go for his face but couldn't reach it. Your fingers clawed at whatever they could and you managed to scratch his neck. 

“Bitch." He seethed before backhanding you, the hard blow sending you to the floor. Before you could get away, he crouched over you and his hands went for your neck. Your foot connected with his shin and you scrambled away. "Where do you think you're going?" He grabbed your ankle and yanked you back. 

“No! Let me go." You begged as he pinned your arms above your head in the same spot he had just murdered someone. Fresh tears started pouring from your eyes. "I hate you. Please let me go. I don't want to be here. Please!"

“You are mine." His knee pried your legs apart and settled between them. "Only mine. And, you will be until the day you die." He reached between you and unzipped his pants. "It looks like I need to remind you of that."

"Fuck." Lee sat there looking at you in shock. 

"I...I shouldn't be here. I need to leave."

"No." Lee grabbed your hand. "Violet, look at me."

"If he finds me here, he'll kill you, all of you."

"No, he won't. We can handle him."

"He's crazy and the best at what he does. He knows how to make it look like an accident or like someone else did it. He-he-" Lee wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly as you cried. "I'm scared. I-I can't go back. I would rather die than be with him again."

"We're the best at what we do. If by some miracle he does find out you're here, he's going to be dead before he knew what happened. I...I don't want to scare you or push you away but Kayce's not the only one who's killed people. When we do, it's to protect the family, the ranch and we don't get caught. I figured you should know what you're gonna be marrying into someday." His eyes suddenly widened. "Shit. I didn't think- with your ex and me bugging you and Kayce all the time-"

"It's okay."

"I knew you liked my mop-haired little brother."

"I umm...I-" you started shaking your head. 

"Violet, look at me." He didn't continue until you met his brown eyes. "From what you've told me about your ex, I can only imagine how scared you are about liking someone again. But, if you do like Kayce, you don't need to be scared. He would never hurt you or force you to do anything you didn't want to do. I'm not saying to rush into anything you aren't ready for. I know it's only been...I don't know when you left him but you've only been here for a month."

"I left December seventeenth. We were supposed to get married a week later, on Christmas Eve."

"Christmas Eve?"

"He and his family picked the date."

He let out an unimpressed huff. "Well, when you and Kayce get married you can pick everything." Blush stained your cheeks and he squeezed your knee. "So, you left the piece of shit three and a half months before you came here. If he's as good as you say he is at being a detective, he would've found you by now." When you didn't respond, he squeezed your knee again causing you to look at him. "You're safe here, Vi. You can relax now because this is your home and you have a ranch full of overprotective people who love you and will stop at nothing to keep you safe."

You finally nodded in agreement and he put his arm around you. "Thank you." 

"No need to thank me. I'm your future big brother, it's my job to be here for you." He chuckled when red crept across your cheeks again. "You know I love you, right?"

"I know. Love you too." Your head rested on his shoulder and sat there in comfortable silence, watching the sun slowly make its way above the mountains. 

*****

"Here you go." You smiled as you handed Tate a plate of cookies that the two of you just finished making. 

His eyes widened with excitement as he looked at the still-warm cookies. "Grandpa, look!" He hurried to the living room as fast as he could while balancing the cookies. "We even made some raisin ones for you!"

"These taste just like the ones my mom used to make," Kayce said after taking a bite of one of the raisin ones from the container sitting on the island. 

"It's her recipe. I was dusting the shelf with all of the cookbooks this morning and found a notebook hiding in the back. It has a bunch of recipes that she wrote down." You swallowed as you placed your hand on the blue notebook sitting by the container full of cookies. "I...I hope it's okay I used it."

Kayce reached across the kitchen island and squeezed your hand. "Of course it's okay. I remember this notebook. Most of the recipes in it have been passed down through the years. The original ones my great, great, great grandma wrote were so tattered mom wrote them in here." He opened the notebook to the back page. "She taped the original ones back here. It's crazy to think of my great, great, great grandma making them here for the first time after they settled here."

"Your great, great, great grandma knew what she was doing." You picked up a raisin cookie and took a bite. 

"That she did." He finished his cookie. "You...you're more than welcome to watch the movie with us. Tate would love it."

The look in his eyes, you knew that he wasn't asking for Tate. I...I can't. "We made a triple batch of cookies so I was actually going to take these out to the bunkhouse."

Disappointed flashed across his face before he put on a smile. "They're going to love them."

"Yeah." You smiled softly before Tate's voice traveled down the hall. 

"Dad! Hurry up!"

A giggle left your lips. His eyes dropped to your mouth when he heard it and you unconsciously licked your lips. "Tate-they're waiting and I should bring these out there. Enjoy your movie."

"I will." He smiled before joining his family in the living room. 

I can't get too close. It's for the best. You pushed away thoughts of how nice it felt when his hand held yours, picked up the container of cookies, and went outside. 

*

You knocked on the door to the bunkhouse and a few seconds later, Rip opened it. "Violet, hi."

"Hi. I made cookies."

He smiled and held the door for you. "Listen up. Violet's here so watch the language."

"It's okay." You giggled before everyone said hi in unison. "Hi, Tate and I made a triple batch of cookies. I thought you might like some."

"Hell yeah." Teeter, a spunky, faded pink-haired Texan and only woman wrangler in the bunch, cheered as you set the container in the middle of the table they were all gathered around. 

Lloyd picked out a raisin one and took a bite. His eyes widened before he took another one and threw it to Rip. "Try it and tell me what ya think."

"Shit." Rip chuckled. "These taste just like the ones Evelyn used to make." Lloyd nodded in agreement. 

"I found her old recipe book. It's her recipe. The chocolate chip ones are the same, Tate and I just switched out the raisins." 

"You normally don't come out here." Lloyd laughed as Ryan and Colby fought over a cookie they both picked up at the same time. "By the looks of it, we're gonna want you to spend every evening with us."

You giggled as Teeter swooped in and took a bite out of the cookie in the two wrangler's hands, who handed it over to her. "Yeah, they're all watching a movie inside and I didn't feel like reading." 

"Sit down, kiddo." The old cowboy ordered with a smile after pulling out an empty chair, the only empty chair around the table. 

"Want me to deal ya in?" Jake, asked as he shuffled a deck of cards. "Poker." 

"I don't know how to play."

"I can teach ya if ya want?" You nodded enthusiastically at Lloyd making him chuckle. 

"Wait. I didn't bring any money out here with me."

"You brought something better." Rip picked up the half-empty container of cookies and set it in front of you. "They're off limits unless she loses 'em."

"I have a feeling they aren't going to have to wait very long to get them back."

Rip looked at Lloyd with a smirk. "I don't know. This old guy's been around for a while so he's played his fair share of poker."

"He's never had to deal with me though." You teased. 

Lloyd chuckled as he squeezed your shoulder. "Deal her in, Jake." 

*

"Have you seen Violet?" Lee asked as he burst through the bunkhouse door. "She's not inside-" the concern left his face when he saw you seated at the table. 

"Sorry. I didn't think I would be out here this long."

"It's okay." The cowboy smiled. "I see you've been busy."

"Violet's a natural." Lloyd grinned proudly as he glanced at the stack of bills in front of you. "She should hit up the casinos in Vegas." 

Lee's smile grew into a smirk. "My lovesick little brother could go with her and they can get hitched after."

You rolled your eyes and stood up. When you tried giving the wranglers back the money you won, they refused. "But, all I had were cookies. It's not fair."

"I would gladly play for those cookies any day of the week," Jake said. "I'm pretty sure that doesn't just go for me." 

The other wranglers nodded. "Feel free to come out here anytime, especially if you got them cookies."

"I will." You smiled at Teeter. 

"Warn us though 'cause I'm gonna need to take out some cash. You cleaned me out." Ryan laughed. You went to hand him his money back but he pointed at you. "Don't even think about it."

You picked up the empty cookie container and your winnings before kissing Lloyd's cheek. "Thank you for showing me how to play."

"You're welcome kiddo."

"Don't be a stranger," Rip added while Lee held the door open for you. 

Lee fell in step with you and took the money from your hand. "Two hundred and thirty bucks. Damn, you did good." After handing your winnings back to you his smile faded. "I have a feeling your ex is responsible for you having such a good poker face."

You nodded. "No one knew what he was really like. I covered up the bruises with makeup. If I didn't do a good enough job and people could still see them or my sweater slipped off my shoulder and people saw a bruise in the shape of his hand on my arm, I had to lie. According to his family and his friends, I'm the clumsiest girl on the planet. If the bruise was on my arm, he grabbed me after I tripped and saved me from falling down the stairs or whatever. I...I'm not going to play poker with them anymore. It's not fair."

"Violet, you can't keep letting him control your life. You didn't win every game, there was a lot of money in front of the others too. Plus, you had fun." When you nodded slowly, the oldest Dutton son put his arm around you. "I know it's going to take a while to get used to but you're free. It's probably going to take longer to go back to how you were before you met him; apologizing all the time, being scared, all of it. But, I promise you that you will be you again."

You sniffed back tears and his hold on you tightened. 

"I'll always be here for ya, no matter what. Love ya...future sister-in-law." He added with a grin. 

You giggled and gave him a playful shove. "Wait. When you came into the bunkhouse looking for me you sounded worried."

"You weren't back inside yet after the movie and with the talk we had last week about your nightmare, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You thought he might have found me? I shouldn't have said anything. I don't want you to worry all the time."

"Him finding you crossed my mind even though in the back of my head I know that you're safe here. This was a one-time thing. That dinosaur movie Tate loves kind of creeps me out." 

You laughed. "You do know dinosaurs are long gone, right? Besides, you deal with grizzly bears who want to eat you." 

"Dinosaurs are a hell of a lot meaner than any old bear. If I need to, one shot and the bears down. Have you seen the size of a T-Rex? It would take more bullets than I could carry to bring one of those down. And, where we are, the mountains, they could easily be hiding out here." 

"I'm pretty sure we would know if a dinosaur was hiding out in the mountains. Remember when they put the cow in with the raptors? I think you'd be missing quite a few of your cows. Unless they just go for people now." You continued teasing. "Maybe you should be worried about me. I would hate to be eaten by a dinosaur."

He laughed and draped his arm around your shoulders. "I'm not worried about ya 'cause my idiot brother watches you every chance he can, especially when he's supposed to be working." He chuckled when your cheeks turned red. "I win." A mischievous smile pulled at his lips while you walked into the main house. 

"It looks like you made out pretty well." John smiled from in front of the fireplace. 

"Yeah. Lloyd's a great teacher." You smiled back. "I'm going to head to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Violet."

Lee winked at you. "Goodnight. Make sure you buy something nice with your winnings."

You knew what you wanted to do with the money and after putting the empty container in the kitchen, you went to your room. Just in case. An image of Nick finding you flitted through your head as you put the lid back on the tin where you had been keeping your change. You also took out most of your first paycheque and had it in there in case you had to leave and couldn't risk stopping at a bank to withdraw any money. At least you would have some to last you for a while. You did feel safe here though...safer than you had anywhere else that you've been. But, you couldn't get too comfortable because you knew Nick and you would never be able to truly settle somewhere as long as he was alive. 

"It sounds like you had fun out there." Kayce's voice from the doorway made you jump. "Sorry, I thought you heard me."

"It's okay. And, yeah I did. All of the cookies are gone though. How was your movie?" 

"Jurassic Park for god knows how many times was good. Finally got the kid settled after reading him five stories."

"Let me guess. They were all about dinosaurs." You smiled as you walked over to the door and mindlessly started playing with the doorknob. 

He smiled his perfect smile and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter their wings. "You would be correct. Well, I should get to bed. I'm glad you had a good evening."

"I'm glad you enjoyed your movie. Goodnight, Kayce."

"Goodnight, Letty." When he continued standing there, you took a small step back. 

His smile faded slightly and it made your heart ache. I work here, that's it. Nothing more. You gave him a soft smile. 

The smile that had awakened the butterflies returned though. "Oh, I'm taking Tate with us when we check fences in the morning so you'll at least have half a Saturday to yourself."

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't mind when he's hanging around?"

"I know but still."

You giggled. "Sleep well."

"You too." 

After closing the door, you rested your forehead against the stained wood. I work for him. I'm not- I can't. You buried your ever-growing feelings and focused on getting ready for bed.

#yellowstone #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone imagine #Kayce Dutton #kayce dutton imagine #kayce dutton x reader #kayce dutton fanfic #kayce dutton smut #luke grimes #imagine #fanfic writing #fanfiction writer #fanfic #wattpad fanfiction #writers on tumblr #Wattpad #wattpad writer #writer #female writers #writers #Smut #fluff #romance #romantic #slow burn #rip wheeler #beth dutton #john dutton #teeter #kayce dutton x OC

[possibilistfanfiction]

for the prompt ask: compliments!

a woman sits down next to you at the bar and asks, 'do you know the bartender?'

you're in the corner, out of the way as much as possible, working your way through a collection of essays you've read a few times, always coming back to it when you want something comforting and familiar. nothing is wrong, but the world doesn't always sit right between your shoulders, not all the time. ava has been steadfast, getting you out of bed before noon every day, making sure you eat food you love, kissing you gently in any way you want. she'd made you a cuba libre tonight, even though you don't love them, because it reminds you of when you fell in love with her; it reminds you of when days had been so, so much worse and so, so scary. now you have your life with her, stretching out endlessly, even when things feel loud and overwhelming — even then, she is sacred.

ava's hair is up in a messy bun, long now, a few strands falling around her face, framing it. she chats with a customer quickly, nodding with a smile when she gets their order. it's cooler, tonight, especially by the water, so she has on a pair of your pants — you don't mind, but you don't miss an opportunity to tease her for it anyway — a dark olive, loose and neat, and she cuffs them at the ankles a few times so they're not too long. her long sleeve button up, white linen and expensive and perfect, is tied in a crop, an inch of pale skin between the high waist of her pants and the tie of her shirt. your engagement ring sits on your finger, gorgeous and faithful, and the necklace she has on — a dainty chain and an expensive drop of opal — hits just below the hollow of her throat, which you know smells like her perfume when you kiss there.

'do you know that bartender?'

'hmm?'

when you look up from your book, you notice that the woman sitting next to you is... hot, with short, natural curls, tinted a deep red, and perfect skin, her sneakers new and pristine, wearing a thick cotton t-shirt underneath a denim overshirt, long sleeves perfectly cuffed at the elbows, one forearm covered in winding, beautiful tattoos. 'that bartender, the pretty one,' she clarifies, although she definitely didn't mean to, and you hide a smile. 'do you know her?'

'yes,' you say, 'i do, actually.'

the woman next to you sighs. 'i've come her four or five times, now. she's... incredible.'

it's a little funny, because ava bartends because she likes it, because it makes her happy. you've seen her save the world, more than once, and you know her back glows, that she's the most powerful person on the planet. but when you watch her laugh a little, wink at a customer, and then efficiently make a margarita perfectly, muscle memory and skill, you have to agree. 'she is.'

'do you think i should buy her a drink?'

you definitely could keep this going, but ava is yours, and, for as fun as it can be to know that everyone sees what you do — ava is yours. you are the only one in the world who really knows her in the most intimate kind of ways. it's intoxicating, overwhelming, such a fucking gift.

'ava is my fiancée,' you tell her.

her face goes from hesitantly excited to mortified. 'oh my god.'

you laugh, not unkindly, though. 'she is incredible, i agree with you. don't be embarrassed.'

'i'm sorry, for hitting on her to you.'

you wave her off. 'it really is okay. obviously, i understand.'

she smiles. 'i'm sure you do.' she lifts her drink. 'well, cheers.'

you laugh and clink your glass with hers, touch it gently to the bartop before you take a sip.

'well, let me leave you to it,' she says, slipping from her stool gracefully. ava would've probably loved if she'd flirted with her, but, oh well. some nights you just like to know she's yours. 'and, congrats. you're very lucky.'

'i am,' you say. 'thank you.'

you stay late, all the way until ava closes. usually you don't; usually you have a drink and then go home or meet friends for dinner, but tonight you just want to soak her in. sometimes you have small roots and small leaves and ava is the water and the sun and the air. she smiles at you, when she's finished, and links your hands on your way out.

'were you flirting with that hot woman earlier?'

'she was, in fact, about to buy you a drink when she asked if i knew you.'

ava laughs. 'still got it.'

'you always do.'

she bumps into your side on purpose, kisses your cheek. 'you know i don't have eyes for anyone but you.'

you squeeze her hand. 'the same here.'

you heat up leftover pizza at home and eat on the couch, laughing — it's a normal night, but she is here and you have built a home together. a gratitude beyond words fills you up, and you kiss her gently, let her lie you back against the pillows there and kiss down your throat, your stomach, suck a bruise into your hip, then bury her head between your legs.

#wn #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #theres absolutely no way they dont get flirted with CONSTANTLY both of them #but i like to think after a while they aren't so jealous anymore they're just amused #butch bea 🥺🫡

[mazeofyeni]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] 7ILLIN IN THE DREAM : EP. TWO !

( 🤍 ) ... outfits !!!

"i don't wear sunglasses to block the sunlight , it's for showing my attitude." she laughed. "okay , mr. mysterious." he shoved the girl.

they gathered all the veggies they needed , going through the store. "i want these." she picked up the strawberries. "chenle got some." she looked at jeno , shrugging. "two won't hurt any one." she tossed them in the cart.

"mark is screaming in the store right now." she cringed. "i don't really want to engage in that right now." he grabbed her shoulder. "ah why!" he whined loudly. "mark stop." he shook her. "mark please." she tried to break away.

he finally let her go. "we are not the only ones here." chenle came over, redirecting them all.

"im gonna sneak away." she spoke to herself, making her way around the store. "they can handle that , im here for moral support." she walked down the isle.

"i have what i was looking for." she found the chips. "the choco churro chips." she said. "they have them." she smiled , picking up a bag. "should i get two?" she thought. "why not." she said.

"my phone is ringing." she said , looking at all the foods. "i should answer it." she reached in her jacket pocket , taking out. "it's chenle." she answered, he immediately got to screaming. "where are you?" she looked around. "im looking at candies."

"are you drinking?" she hummed. "sure , beer is fine." he hung up. "what?" she laughed in disbelief. "why would you call and hang up on me." she scoffed. "punk."

she walked around , eventually running back into them. "you get what you wanted." jeno asked , she nodded tossing them into cart. "ciara , what is all that?" chenle looked through. "you don't need two of these." he said. "and three bags of jelly really."

"what if one is for jeno?" jeno laughed. "why are you bringing me in it?" she stared at him. "because i want them, i'll share." he nodded. "she can keep it."

they argued over buying green onions before making their way to the cash register , packing all the food — finally leaving. "i need a nap."

they made their way back to house — she fell asleep in the car. being awaken in the car , she climbed out of the car , disheveled grabbing the bags.

she walked into the house sitting the bags on the table, sitting down , staring off into the air.

"you're back." haechan came down the steps. "what happened to her?" he turned the boys. "she fell asleep in the car." he nodded shaking her. "come on , get up." she yawned. "eh , cover your mouth."

"your hair is a mess." renjun came down the finally acknowledging her. "did you sleep?" she nodded. "i can tell." he smoothed her hair out.

"are we having boiled pork?" she finally got herself together. "yeah, that's fine with you?" she nodded , getting up to get her snack.

"im hungry, i can eat anything."

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#cece (content) #fictional idol addition #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop idol #kpop female oc #nct dream 8th member #nct added member #nct female addition #nct female member #nct addition #kpop female addition #kpop female member #mortal kombat #nct dream female addition #nct dream addition #nct dream female member

[sonicreferencephotos]

Why I Dislike Sonic Speed Simulator

I sometimes see people in the notes of Speed Sim refs saying that maybe they should start playing it/get back into it. I want to ask, for your sakes, that you do not. The only reason I still play it is for this blog. I would love to stop. I keep going so that no one else will have to play to unlock characters for references. I will also be adding a disclaimer to future Speed Sim posts. Maybe this is a bit excessive, but this game is starting to break me.

I understand that some people like the game, and you all control what games you choose to play. In my opinion however, playing Speed Sim is really, really not worth it.

If you want a specific explanation of the problems, you can read it below the cut

Problem 1: Gameplay

The gameplay of SSS is simple, to put it kindly. There are a few different aspects of the game, each of which has only the bare minimum amount to do.

You can run around the world. This lets you collect rings and experience. You can also destroy badniks, which exclusively consists of doing repeated homing attacks until you destroy them. They can technically hit you, but all that does is knock you back.

You can do time trials. Actually somewhat fun. Not much more to say about them.

You can enter races. PvP races which are fine. Fun at first, get boring when you have to grind for race tickets.

You can fight bosses. By "bosses" I of course mean "Eggman" and "Eggman but with more health." It is almost exactly the same fight. You run around breaking shield generators, dodging the same two attacks, and then deal a set amount of damage to him before the shield returns. Repeat. Your prize is spins on (one of) the gacha wheels.

You can complete quests. Actually decent! At least until you run out of quests. Good thing there are daily quests to keep you "entertained" with their repetitive tasks. Also, ignore the fact that the tasks for quests are just engaging with the rest of the mediocre game.

All of the above mechanics grow dull and grind-y very quickly. Soon, every part of the game becomes a chore. The game itself even seems to have realized this, and thus includes an auto-run feature, so you can collect rings and xp without needing to do anything!

I am generally of the opinion that it's a bad sign if a game is un-fun enough it needs to add in the ability to skip the gameplay, but that's just me (that's part of why I stopped playing Star Rail).

Problem 2: Skins

We all know the real reason people play SSS isn't the game itself: it's the cool outfits! 95% of which are only available during limited events and/or by spending actual money. You can also expect to do a lot of boring grinding if you don't spend money. Speaking of spending money...

Problem 3: Microtransactions

Time to talk about the true "heart" of the game: Robux. Now, I will give Speed Sim itself half a pass on this one, as from what I've seen, Roblox as a whole has what I would consider an unsavory emphasis on microtransactions, especially for a game with a playerbase of 50% children aged 12 or under, and another 15% between 13 and 16 (Statista: Roblox user distribution worldwide 2022, by age group). With that being said though, Sonic Speed Simulator doesn't seem to have any qualms about asking for money wherever they can.

I could make a whole other post about all the ways this game offers for you to spend money. You want more spins on the gacha wheels? Spend money! You want to get three gacha eggs for the price of one (certain vending machines only)? Spend money! You want to skip the animation you have to watch every time you buy an egg from said gacha machines? Spend money! You want to do less grinding for xp/race tickets/event objectives/candy/whatever? Money, money, money!!!

The game has a lot of the trademark warning signs for a cash grab gacha game:

Several different kinds of currency, most or all of which can be purchased with premium currency

Many different skins to unlock, using the assorted currencies mentioned above (including ones that are specifically only purchasable with premium currency)

Gacha wheels. Many, many gacha wheels. (Not counting the dozens of vending machines, I can think of at least four)

Grindy gameplay that can largely be skipped by spending money

Again, if a game is un-fun enough to have an option for players to spend real money to skip the gameplay, that's a bad sign.

Problem 4: Crunch

I haven't done much looking into it myself, but I've seen many people say that GameFam (the company that creates Speed Sim) treats its employees very poorly. The game advertises its weekly updates, which requires a lot of crunch in order to get content out quickly. This is obviously bad for the people involved, and also has negative effects on the game.

Many features are clearly rushed, and there's a general lack of polish. From glitching through the map, to races starting several seconds before or after the countdown ends, to untextured models, to many small bugs, it's clear that the developers are not given enough time to clean things up before they have to move on to the next week's content.

*

Thank you to anyone who actually read this far. This was a long post, but I wanted to be thorough in my explanation. This is probably the last dedicated post I will make about this, since this is really not what this account is for, but I still think it's an important one.

You are welcome to ask questions about any of this — preferably in the replies so as not to clutter the sonicreferencephotos feed — but otherwise the disclaimers are all I'll be saying on the topic for the foreseeable future. Take care of yourselves.

#not references #sonic speed simulator #roblox #microtransactions

[the-whispers-of-death]

"I love you"

I was thinking about Stone and his variants and their responses to if you said you love him (along with my little comments). It's a little angsty for some of them and for Serial Killer!Stone you get a little more insight on why he thinks loving him always ends in tragedy.

Stone/Canon!Stone: "You do? ...No one has ever loved me before."

(Canon!Stone truly has no idea what to do with someone who loves him, huh?)

Girl Dad!Stone: "Ever since my early adult years, I thought only Saira would be the one to say those words to me. I love you too."

(There's enough room in his heart to love you and Saira.)

Grim Reaper!Stone: "You don't have to pretend to love me. I'm already your weapon to wield."

(Every time I think about him, it hurts. And here I thought Canon!Stone hurt me the most.)

Criminal!Stone: "I love you too. You're the air I breathe."

(Please stop him before he tells you about how you're his entire universe. We get it, you're obsessed with the mafia boss, Criminal!Stone.)

Baker!Stone: "You have no idea how much I love you too. I want to marry you. Please do me the honor of calling myself your husband?"

(Baker!Stone is so soft and sweet. He'll buy you the most expensive engagement and wedding ring he can afford.)

Feral!Stone: "As you should."

(I have no words for this response except for that it somehow fits Feral!Stone so much. Why does he think you should worship the very ground he walks on?? Where did this arrogance come from??)

Serial Killer!Stone: "The last man to love me died in a dirty alleyway with no one around to be with him in his last moments."

(Fun fact, Kali and Serial!Stone were dating and Kali was on his way to propose to Stone when he got mugged. Yes, Kali's death was the preverbal straw that broke the camel's back and got Stone into vigilantism.)

Experiment!Stone: "I didn't think anyone would love me after what the military did to me. But I feel so happy that you love me because I love you too."

(He thinks he's a monster due to the fact that he's half-tiger-half-man now. But you remind him that he still has his humanity.)

Vampire!Stone: "Know that I'd burn in the sun for you if it meant you were safe."

(It's an odd way to say he loves you too, but at least the intention is there.)

Werewolf!Stone: "I don't need a huge pack, I just need you."

(That's his way of saying he wants to bear your pups. I mean, it's his way of saying he loves you.)

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #task force 141 oc #call of duty oc #cod oc #task force 141 oc: stone #call of duty oc: stone #cod oc: stone #girl dad!stone #grim reaper!stone #criminal!stone #baker!stone #feral!stone #serial killer!stone #experiment!Stone #vampire!Stone #werewolf!stone #stone variants #the multiverse of Stone #the Stone multiverse #don't let this flop because my sister came into my room and had to grab my attention write when I wrote Werewolf!Stone's part #I think she saw the “bear your pups” thing and I lowkey am regretting my life decisions #:)

[wannabe-amateur-writer]

Obey Me! Valentines Day 💕

I'm ill and am heavily procrastinating on all of the work I should be catching up on. Instead this is what you gift them and they gift you for Valentines Day...

Includes: Diavolo and Barbatos (sorry I'm too lazy to write the others)

Diavolo:

He would gift you a fking gold mansion if it wasn't for Barbatos' interference (thanks a lot Barbietos, now I'll never have one >:(( )

"What about 7 horses?"

"M'lord where would MC keep them all? Do you really think Lucifer will allow them to house 7 horses in the House of Lamentation?"

"We could have stables in the garden to house them!!"

"..."

Anyways... Once Barbatos crushes that idea too he tries to lightly nudge (shove) Diavolo in the right direction. Key word: tries.

"Maybe a rose gold watch will be a nice gift for Mc."

"Look! They sell engagement rings!!"

"Next shop!"

Finally Diavolo settles on taking you to his private beach for the week. He has Barbatos' approval since the poor butler was about to go into cardiac arrest from this whole ordeal and he now has an entire week to recover. Seriously next Valentines day Barbatos is going to hide out and send Lucifer to help instead.

You get Diavolo a gold heart shaped locket which he ardently adores since he can put a photo of the two of you inside.

You also managed to buy him a customised plushie of Lucifer riding the pink unicorn which has him dying. He will never let anyone see it just in case Lucifer finds out about it.

You guys will be having a lot of dinner dates on your beach getaway and Diavolo may or may not have a certain ring that he bought when Barbatos was distracted.

Barbatos:

He takes you on an evening air balloon ride. I just feel he would do this. (I fking hate heights, no way am I getting on that death trap)

If you're scared of heights he'll somehow convince you to get on (I'd threaten him with a rat!)

The balloon lands on a field where there is a picnic laid out for the two of you. This field has rose bushes dotted around so he may also collect some of them for you.

You get him a toy rat that's designed for cats. Jk, jk. Mc would never do that to Barbatos (or would they...???)

(Imagine how he'd react if you did though 🤣🤣 he may think it's real at first and get into fight stance to kill it but when you burst into laughter he deadpans, realising it was just a dumb toy. He may try kill you instead (you're lucky you two are dating, he may be more merciful) he may also reconsider the whole air balloon and evening picnic plan)

You take him to a tea and biscuit making place that also sells incredibly rare tea leaves. (Obviously this will have to be before the balloon ride or the day after)

You both have some friendly competition to see who could serve the other the best tea with the most delectable biscuits.

You realise immediately how this may backfire on you since he's had thousands of years of practise in his belt.

That doesn't stop you both from having fun though! (As well as potential sabotage???)

"Whoops, didn't see you there", you stifle a laugh upon seeing your boyfriend's shirt now covered in flour.

He blinks in surprise before regaining his composure and facing the counter. "Not to worry, all is well..."

"...Now." He had spun around again and smeared jam over one of your cheeks.

"Hey!" You yell, trying to grab something to retaliate but he only encapsulates your wrists with his own hands, pulling you back to him. He presses a kiss to your forehead before shoving you away from him so he can rush to put his biscuits into the oven before you have the chance to.

"Cheat!!"

"You made me start my batch over by dumping honey into it, I think it's more than deserved."

"I thought it was my bowl, I wasn't intentionally ruining your biscuits!"

"You still haven't apologised."

"And I never will." You cross your arms, facing away from him in mock pettiness. That was a fault on your end though as he sneaks up to you with a handful of flour, ready to piss you off further.

#x reader #obey me #one master to rule them all #demon #obey me devildom #obey me imagines #shall we date otome #devildom #diavolo imagine #obey me diavolo #lord diavolo #obey me barbatos #barbatos headcanons #barbatos x y/n #diavolo x you #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #shall we date obey me #shall we date #barbatos x you #obey me headcanons #om! barbatos #om! diavolo #om! headcanons #om! #shall we date barbatos #shall we date diavolo

[abibliophobiaa]

reader getting hurt and Peter being super protective and worried, thank you so much !!

it is soft saturday again! thank you for your request 🤍. fem!reader. warning: non-con touching.

Music pumped through the crowded bar. Drinks clinking at stools situated around you. All your best friends gathered around to celebrate your last few weeks as an engaged woman.

You hadn’t wanted the typical bachelorette weekend—yet your best friends insisted it was practically a rite of passage.

Go big or go home, one said, or something to that effect.

The slight buzz burning in your system dimmed those earlier conversations, thoughts only now focused on dancing and enjoying the night with your friends, despite the fact you really wanted to be curled up on the couch with Peter…watching a rom-com or something in that vein.

But you continued to move, anyway. Body one with the music as your friends crowded around you. Their voices high over the music in the packed area.

You found yourself separating from the group to head to the bar. Reached into your pocket after ordering water. Smiled at the text message from Peter which read, Have fun! I love you.

Distracted as you typed out a quick reply, you jumped when reaching for your cup and felt your fingertips brush with a man seated at the bar beside you.

You hadn’t seen him before, and imagined his intentions right off the bat weren’t innocent. Not with the curl of his lips and the lascivious way his eyes rolled over your form.

“Hey, beautiful. Mind if I buy you a drink?” He drawled.

“No. Honestly I would prefer if you didn’t—”

“How about one of those pretty smiles then.”

Icy displeasure rolled down your spine. The way his words curled around you. Your stomach twisted within you, fingers nearly slipping around your glass.

“I should really get back to my friends. Thank you for…whatever this was.”

The rest of the night resumed as planned. Your friends moving around you, shouting the lyrics to ‘Dancing Queen’ as it pumped into the bar.

It was perfect. The whole evening perfect. You kept telling yourself that as you later made your way to the bathroom to fix up your appearance in the mirror. Your friends had taken to finally ordering some food, whereas you were honestly ready to head home for the night.

You rolled your ring on your finger. The solitaire diamond glinted up at you. It still shocked you to think in a short while you would be married to the love of your life. Something you’d dreamed about since you were a little girl…now a reality.

Smiling to yourself, with the image of Peter formed in your mind, you exited the bathroom and found the man from earlier standing there against the wall. His jean clad form had kicked one foot out, so you’d have to climb over it to head back toward your friends. His arms crossed against his chest as he moved to push himself apart from the surface. Your back collided with the wall, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

To anyone else, what with his face shrouding you from the eyes of onlookers, it might look like the two of you were caught in an intimate moment. Yet your mind screamed at you to run over and over again until it echoed noisily in your ears in tandem with your heavy breathing.

“I saw the way you were looking at me, baby. Why don’t we get out of here?”

You grunted as his fingers curled at one of your hips. Pinned you further against the wall. Could smell the alcohol on his breath. The hard stubble of his cheek. The firmness of his form against your own.

Two things happened then: one, you brought your knee up between his thighs. And two, your right hand swung out and punched him square in the cheek once his form jackknifed in front of you. His howling drew the attention of the bar to the hallway, his angered shouts racketing above the music.

“You bitch!”

Turning on the heel, you rushed down the hallway. Heard the gasped cries of your friends as they realized what had just occurred.

One of which pulled your hand into your own as you exited the premises of the building and said, “Holy hell, have you been training with Spider-Man or something?”

“Something like that.”

…

The apartment was quiet upon entering. The only sounds coming from the TV playing in your living room.

Wincing as you stretched your already purpling fist, you reached into the freezer as quietly as possible, so as to not draw the attention of your soon-to-be husband, and muffled your moan of pain as you pressed the ice pack to your skin.

“You’re home early,” Peter called from the other room. “Do you mind grabbing me a popsicle.”

You nearly gasped again as a sharp pain stabbed at your hand. Spread through you like a brand.

Gritted your teeth instead and muttered out, “Sure, babe.”

You reached in and plucked the frozen treat for him with your left hand, drawing his attention right away toward the ice resting against your knuckles as you shadowed the doorway.

“What happened?” He asked. Though it sounded sorrowful around the edges.

“Nothing. I fell.”

“I know when you’re lying.”

You frowned. “Pete, I’m okay. I don’t want to talk about it.”

You turned to leave the room just as a fluid-like webbing curled around your unharmed wrist. There was a quick tug and you were pulled into Peter’s lap. His arms coming to wrap around you as they enveloped you in an embrace.

You couldn’t help the first sob which spilled from you. And didn’t even fight the second one—only leaned against Peter’s face as he whispered sweet nothings against your ears, hands rubbing up and down your spine. Soft brushes of kisses into your temple. Your cheek. Your hair.

His attention shifted to your hand as you lifted it dejectedly before him. Earned a sharp gasp as he pulled the ice pack away and took in the mottled skin there. Bruises were already darkening around the bones. Each one a sibling to the one before it. A reminder of the smell of whiskey in your ears and stubble on your skin.

Not Peter. Peter was kind. Gentle. Loving. Careless. Giving. He would do anything and everything for the people he loved. These simple truths rested in your aching chest as he took your hand in his own and inspected it.

“It hurts,” you admitted weakly.

His finger brushed along the skin. You felt your head spin momentarily at the contact against battered flesh. Like chills spilling down your whole form.

“I know, pretty girl. Good news, though: I don’t think your hand is broken. Bad news…it’ll be a few weeks before they heal.”

Not broken. Good.

“Would it help if I said the other guy probably looks worse?” You laugh at the end of your statement in disbelief.

His eyes locked with yours. Those dark eyes growing soft around the edges. “What happened?”

You curled your left hand around his cheek. His face leaned into your palm. “That’s your favorite question today, huh?”

“I’m serious.”

And he is. The concerned furrow of his brow has you shifting in his lap to get more comfortable. Winced as Peter pressed the ice back into your knuckles.

“Just some handsy asshole at the bar tonight. He…sort of crowded me near the bathroom and pushed me into a wall. Asked if I wanted to leave with him.”

Peter’s eyes darkened. You could feel the form beneath you as it tensed. The way his own fists curled, as if he were ready to attack the man himself like he were standing in the room with the two of you that very moment. At the very least, was likely imagining it.

“So I did what you taught me.”

Peter had insisted he taught you some semblance of self defense in the years you had been dating. You understood a lot of his drive in doing so was due in part to watching his beloved Gwen fall to her death at a very young age.

Understood that there could be people who might one day find out his identity and potentially put you at risk. So he’d wanted you prepared.

Had taught you enough basic maneuvers to get out of various situations you might—but would hopefully never—find yourself in. This night with that man at the bar being one of them.

“I kneed him and then punched him right in the face. Just like you trained me.”

He moved to look at your hand once more. Trailed those spidery fingers along the parts of your fist which weren’t turning various shades of purple and black. Heard the sharp inhalation of his breath.

“Hey…hey, Pete, what’s going on?” You cooed, pressing your forehead into his cheek.

“You’re hurt. I wasn’t there and you’re hurt.”

“No, you weren’t. But you won’t always be with me every second of everyday—no matter how much I’m sure we’d both love that. And you prepared me for a situation like this. You’re a hero, Peter Parker, but you’ve taught me I can be my own hero too.”

His head lifted. Those eyes brimming with tears as he took you in. Knew, somewhere deep within yourself, he was reminding himself of the guilt he’d felt over Gwen. Thoughts of what he might have done differently; if anything would have changed the course of things.

You leaned across the space between you and kissed him. Tried to remind him you were very much real. Alive. Okay. Loved. Lifted his palm with your own and pressed it over the curve of your breast. Right over the beating of your heart.

“Look. I’m right here. I’m okay.”

He glanced down at where his flesh met your own. Face still wrought with fear and devastation. Guilt. You gave his hand another squeeze.

“Look at me, Peter Parker.” His eyes met yours. “I’m fine. I love you. We are okay.”

He kissed you once more. A slow, sweet aching brand against your flesh. His own reminder that you were here. Seated on his lap. Flesh and blood and breath in your lungs.

Safe with him…where you were always meant to be. His own safe haven from the outside world. A constant, as steady as the beat of his own heart. An assuredness like the rising of the sun each day.

His home.

…

A few weeks later, on your honeymoon, you woke to Peter playing with your hair. Your cheek had been pressed against his chest. Now healed right hand resting over his abdomen. You winced at the soreness of your muscles as you shifted beside him, leveling your gaze with his before pressing a kiss into his shoulder.

“What are you thinking?” You asked, smirking.

“What makes you think I’m thinking?”

“You have that look on your face. Plus your eyes get all distant. Like you’re here but also not.”

He chuckled. “Was thinking about our last training session.”

Peter had insisted upon more self defense. You allowed him that security in doing so, though every muscle in your body ached as of late. But it was a concession you felt worth making to ease his mind.

“Oh yeah? That was the one where—”

You were cut off at the end of your sentence by lips pressing against your own. The world tilted momentarily on its axis as Peter maneuvered you onto your back.

Fingers pushed the hem of your sleep shirt up as he peppered your skin with his mouth. Sighed as your fingers curled into his rumpled hair. Engagement ring and wedding band now glinting stark against those dark locks.

“You’re amused by this,” you laughed out at the love bite Peter graced upon your hip bone before lifting himself so his face hovered above your own.

“I’m just admiring the image of my wife defending herself.”

“I could show you a move or two.”

The roaming of his hands between the two of you stilled. The still unfamiliar chill of his wedding band settling over your thigh which had curled around his hip in his ministrations.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Mhmm. I have the best teacher, after all.”

He smirked, gaze darkening. “Care to give a demonstration for the class then?”

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