#and let’s be real honest here I’m not wrong. food IS the best way to negotiate peace and love with Ryan.

[dbnightingale24]

The Dog House Isn’t The Best, But It Can Still Be Our Home

Final installment to 'Pavlov's Dog'

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Part 3

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I told you guys I'd post it at some point 🥴 I'm honestly so sorry this took so long to post, but last year got really dark for me and everything just kind of took a backseat. Thank you so much for your patience, and thank you to all of you who checked up on me. It means more than I'll ever be able to express. Thank you @fuckingbye for being an amazing friend, and for also making this amazing moodboard. You are a saint and I love to the ends of the earth. Without further ado, here's the final chapter!

Word Count: 71,942 (yes, you read that correctly)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Public Sex, Semi Public Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Angst, Heartbreak, Mild Violence, FLUFF, Lying, Betrayal...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Will You Take Me Back In The Morning If I Promise To Never Act This Way Again?

I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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“You can’t keep going on like this, babe,” Daisy sighs sympathetically as she takes a seat next to the bathtub.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you take a drag of your cigarette, “none of it fucking matters.”

“Babe, it’s been two weeks. You do the same thing every day. You get up, eat the smallest bit of food, you sit out on your back deck and smoke until you decide to start drinking, then you draw yourself a bath and drink and smoke in it until you decide it’s too cold, or I come and get you. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I don’t even have a reason to be mad at him, do I?” you scoff incredulously before taking a drag from your cigarette, “it’s not like he lied. He didn’t even know, so I have no reason to be this upset, do I?”

“He was a complete and total asshole,” she states firmly, “and you have every reason to be upset with his actions. Yeah, it was a shit show, but he definitely could’ve handled it better.”

“The shit he said right in front of that child, even if it isn’t his, were so fucking cruel! No child deserves to be spoken to like that, and he of all people should know that!”

“Babe-”

“After everything we talked about on that trip...it’s like it didn’t even matter to him. He didn’t even care.”

“I’m sure he was just shocked-”

“That’s not an excuse, Dais.”

“I never said it was, but c’mon: it’s Ransom. You really think he was thinking clearly? Linda and Marta were there and I’m more than sure he was afraid of losing you, then Marta drops a fucking bomb on him, and it sounds like she did it on purpose, if I’m honest. Just to fuck him over.”

“Daisy, I just-”

“BABY, PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR AND TALK TO ME!” Ransom calls desperately as he bangs on your front door.

Like clockwork.

“Why can’t he understand that I need time? I don’t owe him shit,” you start to sniffle as your tears fall, and you grab the bottle of tequila that lives by the bathtub now, and take a long drink from it.

“I’ll get rid of him, just please...please get up and do something,” Daisy begs desperately.

“Ya know, you’re wrong,” you say as she reaches the doorway, finally looking at her, “I put on makeup today,” you smile weakly.

She lets out a humorless laugh before disappearing and you hear her footsteps quickly making their way downstairs.

Since everything that took place on his doorstep, you haven’t spoken to or seen him. You don’t know what to say or how to handle the situation. He’s been calling and texting non-stop since it all happened, and every two days he comes by to visit, and Daisy tells him to leave you alone every time.

But you can’t keep avoiding him.

No, you don’t know what the right thing to do is, but you know that avoiding him is the wrong thing, and you can’t keep letting Daisy handle these issues for you. You have to at least speak to him, but say what? Do what? It’s not like you have any real right to be mad at him. It’s not like he cheated on Marta with you, he didn’t cheat on you with her, he clearly didn’t know he had a child so he didn’t keep it from you, and he did defend you to Linda. However, that doesn’t change the things he said to that child.

Possibly his child.

“He’s not my son and this isn’t fucking funny!”

“We can take a test if you want, but he is your son!”

“Well, I don’t want him! You wait...however many years to tell me about him, and you sure as shit don’t need any money, so why now?!”

“He deserves to know who his Father is, Ransom! He’s a Drysdale and-”

“Watch it,” Ransom warns with a foreboding tone.”

God, how could he be so cruel to a child, after all of the talks you two have had? He’s always cruel though, isn’t he? To you, to Marta, his own son (the resemblance is too strong for that boy to not to be his child), and fuck it, even Jack. He can’t ever seem to control his temper and, if he can’t do that, what chance do you two have together?

Still, he owns your heart and you don’t know how to get it back at this point. You don’t know and you don’t wanna know.

“Ransom, you have to stop coming around!” you hear Daisy yell, and you sigh before taking another drink from the bottle.

“You can’t stop me from me seeing her, Daisy! She’s my girlfriend!” 

“Bullshit! You two never made it official-”

“Daisy, stay out of it! Let me see her!”

“No! She’s not ready to see you and you can’t force-”

“I’m not forcing anything-”

“What do you think this is?! Showing up because she won’t answer your calls or texts, and demanding to see her?! Leave her alone!”

“You can’t stop me-”

“Let him in!” you call, lighting a cigarette as you use your tip toes to turn the water back on, and heat up your water just a bit.

Who the hell knows how this is gonna go?

You hear the both of them speedily stomping up the steps, but Daisy get there first and says, “are you sure? You don’t have to-”

“I can’t keep letting you fight my battles,” you smile weakly at her as you turn the water off.

“Babe-”

“I have to deal with this at some point. I can do this,” you all but mumble not believing yourself as you take a drag of your cigarette.

“I’ll be in the room over,” she sighs softly before turning, “fuck you Drysdale!”

“Fuck you!”

You hear her slap him and shake your head. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?

“Sweet Thing, please-” he starts as soon as he makes his way into your bathroom.

“Ransom...don’t,” you quickly interrupt. “This isn’t just some small disagreement.”

“I didn’t even know I had a child!”

“I could’ve dealt with that, Ransom! It would’ve taken some time, but I honestly could’ve dealt with that! It’s the way you spoke about him in front of him!”

“I don’t want him!”

“You didn’t have to say it in front of him! Jesus, it’s not his fault that you’re a selfish bastard! He didn’t ask to be born, and Marta-”

“She did this out of spite! Not because she wants me to be apart the child’s-”

“Be that as it may, he didn’t do anything! Basically telling her that she has no right calling him a Drysdale, when he is in fact a Drysdale! Ransom, I know you’re rough around the edges, but for fucks sake! All the talks we’ve had about our own fucked up childhoods and you do this?! You just...I don't fucking get it with you, Ransom!”

“What is there to get?! We fucking talked about this, Y/N! I’m not-”

“That’s no excuse for this! You took it too far and I...Ransom, I can’t-”

“Don’t you fucking say it,” he warns as his eyes start welling up with tears. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”

“Ransom...I love you, but I can’t be the only good thing in your life. The only person you like,” you sob, sitting up and ashing your cigarette in the ash tray resting on the little table near by.

“WHY NOT?!”

“It’s too much fucking pressure! It’s too much pressure, and I can’t keep watching you be terrible to people because you had a rough childhood! You having a rough go of it doesn’t mean you get to walk all over people for the rest of your life!”

“Listen, give it a few days and you’ll see-”

“No, Ransom. This is done. I can’t do this with you anymore. You have to grow up at some point, and I refuse to mother you.”

“Y/N...you’ll see...you don’t mean it. You always say you’re done and you come back-”

“I can’t anymore. All of this just hurts too much. You keep finding new ways to hurt me, even when you don’t mean to, and I just...you’re cruel, Ransom. You’re cruel, you’re a bully, and you will hurt anyone by doing anything. I know there’s good in you, because you’ve let me see it time and time again, but you refuse to let others in, even in the slightest and I just...please don’t call me anymore,” you sob pathetically. “Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come by...we’re done.”

“You don’t mean this-”

“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, please. Just let me go,” you beg softly as you wipe your eyes.

“You’ll see. In a week or so, you’ll see and I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait and everything will be as it should, again,” he smiles weakly, wiping his own eyes.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll call you in a few weeks, okay, Sweet Thing,” he promises, making his way over to the bathtub. “I love you and I’ll talk to you.”

He cups your face and kisses you passionately and you’re so tempted to pull him into the tub with you, but you know you’ve got to stop. You left one toxic relationship just to jump into a different type of toxic relationship.

“Ransom,” you breathe once you two break apart, “please-”

“I’ll talk to you in a few weeks,” he promises with a sniffle before standing up and walking out.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he repeats, his voice cracking as he continues on his way out.

Daisy is back inside and by your side instantly, climbing into the tub and holding you close as you cry uncontrollably, as you try to come to terms with the choice you’ve just made. Yeah, he’s right in saying that you always come back, but that’s not the case this time.

You need to stay away from him for good.

The fact that he has it in his head that all of this will be sorted out in a few weeks, lets you know that this is only the calm before the storm. As both you and Daisy lean back into the tub, and she holds you close while you cry into her shoulder, there’s only one question going through your head:

How the hell are you supposed to quit the love of your life?

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4 Years Later...

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Tubbo: I wanna patch the bridges! Sam: Some bridges when they burn are meant to remain that way. Tubbo: What did I even do to you? You're more in the wrong than I am, surely. Sam: No, you did lock me up in there. Tubbo: Yeah but you CLEARLY could get out. Sam: Well that's only because I discovered a way out. Tubbo: You didn't discover! Let's be real, you knew it was there from the beginning! Sam: No, I didn't. I didn't think I was gonna be able to get out. Tubbo: Come on let's patch things up! Sam: You never even came to see if I was alright in there. Tubbo: Why would I do that? I put you there. Sam: Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah. But we should definitely "patch things up". Who brought the food to me in the cell? Tubbo: I thought it was automatic? Sam: Well, only if someone is there to run the machine. Tubbo: Oh, shoot, well, sorry, that’s actually kinda messed up of me. Did I starve you a bit? Sam: Yeah. Tubbo: Well, how long did it take you to get out? How long were you there? Sam: A long time. Tubbo: How long? Sam: Long enough. Tubbo: Dude. It was, like, three days wasn't it? Be honest with me! Sam: It was months. Tubbo: How many months? Sam: Multiple months. Tubbo: You still kidnapped my child. Sam: If anything, I gave Michael one of the best experiences he’s had ever. Tubbo: Mmm… Sam: Oh, yeah, cause he’s still locked up in the attic. I’m sure he didn’t enjoy going for a boat ride across the sea— Tubbo: —Okay that might have been quite nice— Sam: —Getting to see the nighttime stars. Getting to see the dolphins jump around us, on both sides of us. Getting to run his hand through the water while the fish came up to see us. Tubbo: Okay, okay! Sam: But oh, yes, I’m the bad guy! Tubbo: Okay, okay, I see where you're coming from—! Sam: You know what being locked in a room is probably a lot like, Tubbo? Tubbo: No. Sam: It’s probably like being locked in prison, isn’t it? Tubbo: Damn, you make a good point. You’re so good at points. I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to lock you up. I didn't mean, ahh, well, that's not true, I did. Sam: Look, Tubbo. Here's what I'm saying. This must remain hashed. This can't be un-hashed. Tubbo: But I don't—I wanna, I wanna unhash—DAMN IT! He left!

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c!Tubbo and c!Sam's conversation kicked me in the guts c!sam is such an atrocious and bitter little man

#tubbo #awesamdude #dsmp #i wanted to write the convo down for reference #i find it really interesting #just a note c!tubbo was just in a 'forgiving mood' that day and wanted to patch things up with some people #c!sam--being the lil asshat he is--wasn't having it #AS IF C!TUBBO IS THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE AISDAINSDNAISD #C!RANBOO IS STILL DEAD WHEEZ E

[cevansbrat0007]

Taking the Blame

Summary: The Reader and Andy end up having their first fight at one of Andy’s office parties. But the real question is, who’s right and who’s wrong. Andy Barber x Black!Reader 

*Warnings: Jealous Andy Barber, Apologetic Andy Barber, Confident Reader, Smut, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Cursing, Office Sex, Rough Sex, Pet Names, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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The first real fight you’d ever had with Andy had been entirely unexpected. You had been approximately six months into your relationship. Up until that point everything had been wonderful. He had treated you like a queen at every opportunity, and you had tried to spoil him at every chance you’d gotten as well. He always won. You always tried your best, but Andy Barber was a special kind of beast, in all of the best ways possible. 

Now, you’d only received two additional, eh, spankings from him since the one after your car had been stolen. One for a pretty egregious speeding ticket, and the other for skipping meals. You weren’t sure why, but the one you’d received regarding the whole forgetting to eat business had been worse than the one you’d gotten for the ticket.

Flashback You’d been at his house, nestled together on the couch while you waited for your dinner to arrive. Your bodies intertwined, with his head resting atop yours, which was snuggled up against his chest. 

You’d been trying to find something to watch on Netflix when your stomach had growled. Loudly. “Sorry about that.” You’d mumbled. “Guess I’m a little hungrier than I thought.” 

He’d chuckled. “Aw, it’s okay. Daddy knows he needs to feed his baby.” He’d pressed a kiss to your forehead, just in time for your stomach to rumble yet again. That time you’d giggled too. 

And then you’d screwed up. “Guess that’s what I get for not eating today.” You’d mused, more to yourself than him. Nevertheless, you’d felt him stiffen against you. Surprised, you’d looked up at him in confusion. “Andy, what’s wrong?” 

“What do you mean you didn’t eat today?” He’d looked down at you, his voice gruff. “Uhh…” You’d stammered. 

“Y/N, when was the last time you put something in that little tummy?” You’d looked around nervously at that point, trying to come up with an answer that would appease him. Even if it meant you had to fudge the truth a bit. His grip had tightened on you then. “And don’t you dare think about lying to me, young lady. Because I will know.” 

‘Oh, just bite the bullet and be honest. What’s the worst that could happen?’ You’d thought to yourself. Famous. Last. Words. “Uh, I had a cup of coffee and a boiled egg for breakfast…yesterday morning.” 

He’d pursed his lips and nodded before sitting up with you in his arms. “So you’re telling me that you haven’t eaten anything other than a miserable little boiled egg since yesterday morning? Is that right? Okay.” He’d pulled out his phone to check on the delivery status of your food. “Looks like we still have twenty-five minutes to go. That should be enough time.”

You’d shrank back a little at that. “Enough…enough time for what?”

“Enough time for you and I to have a very important, bottoms-up discussion about how you need to make sure you’re eating properly every damned day.” With that, he’d effortlessly maneuvered you face down over his lap. “Andy, wait!” You’d started to struggle, which had then prompted him to throw one of his heavy legs over your own. 

“Nope. Don’t want to. You’ve gotta learn, baby girl. Daddy is serious about taking care of every single part of you. Now these will be hard and fast, so I won’t make you count. And when we’re done, the food should be here, and you can curl up on my lap while we eat and I’ll even let you pick the movie.” You blushed when you felt him lower your sleep shorts, revealing your bare backside to the cool air. “Daddy, let’s just talk about this please!”

“Talk all you want.” You cry out when his palm comes down hard again, and again, and then again. “You’ve got my full attention.”

End Flashback      

He’d made you feel so good afterwards, so loved and safe and wanted…you’d almost forgotten about the pain of your spanking. Keyword being almost. So as payback, you’d picked a horror film. And not just any horror film, but The Conjuring, parts one and two. It felt good to feel such a big, strong man jump in terror underneath you. That’s what you get buddy.   

Tonight, you’d agreed to join him at a company party at his law firm. They were celebrating an important expansion, and everyone was thrilled. Especially Andy. For your look for the evening, you were rocking a skintight, dark blue dress that came to just above the knee. It hit every curve just right, in your mind, without being too much. You had even paired it with some navy pumps, matching earrings, and a sparkling choker necklace. 

Unsure of your look, you’d sent a couple pictures off to some friends, wanting their opinions. And their various responses had been everything from “yes, girl!”, to “goddamned is that man lucky as hell!, and even one much appreciated “Va Va Voom!”. So, in their words, no it wasn’t too much. They all knew where you were headed tonight, a couple of them had even helped you choose the damned thing. But when you wanted to look perfect, you had to make sure. 

Andy Bear: Baby, I’m pulling up in five. You ready?

You spritz yourself with a little perfume that you know will last you awhile. It was one of your favorites, and if your boyfriend happened to like it too…win win. 

You: Of course! Can’t wait to see you, baby. It’s been four days…

Andy Bear: I know. See you in a moment.

Purse in hand, you find yourself anxiously waiting by the door. Watching through the window for him to pull up. When he does you let out a can’t help but let out a little squeak. When your phone rings you decide that is your cue to step out the door, locking it as you do.

You whip around just in time to see Andy’s long legs striding up the stairs. God, to say the man looked good would be a major understatement. His hair is slicked back, his beard is freshly trimmed. The fabric of his black button down shirt clinging seductively to his well-muscled body.

When he reaches you, he takes you into his strong arms, prompting you to nuzzle your face into his chest. Of course the man smelled fabulous. 

His big, strong hands go to wrap themselves around you. They squeeze your arms, your waist, your ass, all the way down to your thighs. You can tell that he wants to lift you up so that you can wrap your legs around his hips so that he can take you back inside to make up for the 96 hour absence between you two. 

You had no idea the kind of thoughts that had been plaguing his mind over the course of that time. Had you needed him and he hadn’t been there? No, you would have called him. Wouldn’t you have? He was Daddy…

“I missed you. Things have just been so busy, I’m so sorry that we’ve barely been able to speak.” He whispers in your ear, his minty breath carefully wafting over face.

 “I missed you too, baby.” You pull away. The sincerity and emotion in his eyes has you positively melting where you stand. 

“Andy, it’s okay. I understand. Things got a little crazy and oof-”

Andy takes your mouth, his soft lips swooping in to take your own under their control. When you don’t immediately open up, his tongue brushes over your bottom lip once, twice. “You’re gonna mess up my lip gloss.” You mumble into the kiss. 

“Don’t care.” He growls. “You wore it for me, didn’t you? So let me in, baby.” Which you do, and you give him everything. At least until the waiting driver yells out something about how you both needed to hurry up, otherwise you were going to be extra late. Reluctantly, you let go of each other. 

“To be continued?” You whisper.

“Yes, honey. You can count on that shit.” He growls back before ushering you down the steps and inside the vehicle. 

“Ya know, baby. A lot of this could have been avoided if you finally decided to accept the inevitable and just move in with me. Then we could see each other all the time. Sleep in the same bed every night. All the good stuff.” You elbow him as you climb into the car without answering.

You get settled in your seat before Andy leans over to fasten your seatbelt for you. You flash him an exasperated look, opening your mouth to remind him that you were a big girl. Only to be cut off when his face lets you know that he doesn’t care. 

“We’ve been over this, Andy. I have a lease. Now tell me about your week.” He levels you with a hard stare, his face letting you know that once again he’s not happy with your answer. 

Thankfully, he chooses to move beyond it and launches into a conversation about his unexpectedly hectic week. And like the doting lover he was, he also makes sure to ask about yours. Along with whether or not you’d been eating, how you’d been sleeping, as well as a quiet question about whether or not you had missed him.

You snuggle into his broad chest as much as your seatbelt will allow. “Of course I missed you. You’re my Daddy.” His face breaks out into a satisfied grin. “You’re going to take me home and cuddle with me after all this is over, right?”

“Oh Y/N, honey. You and I are going to go back to my place and do so much more than cuddle.” His big hand reaches over to stroke your face before dragging your mouth back to his. You spend the rest of the ride making out like teenagers, your poor driver be damned. You needed to reconnect with your man.

And clearly your Andy Barber, Mr. District Attorney, felt the same.  

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An Hour and Some Change Later…

Woo. You loved your man, yes you did, but when Andrew Barber went into attorney mode, heaven help you. And that is exactly what he’d done almost from the moment you both arrived. He’d introduced you, allowed you to make a little bit of small talk, and then he had taken over. And part of you understood, truly. This was his world. Your world was a little different.

But deep down you also knew that if he ever came with you to one of your Marketing & PR events, you’d make it a point to try to include him into at least some aspects of whatever conversation you were having, regardless of who you were having it with. Granted, you could argue that your particular occupation was a little more fun than his, but when attorneys like him screwed up, who’d they call to help save face with the public? Oh that’s right. Folks like you. 

Well, maybe not you specifically. Mostly because if it involved Andrew, and someone had something bad to say about him, you’d take your shoe to his or her head immediately. And then read your prepared media statement. 

Anyway, protectiveness aside, you were tired of being nothing but a piece of evening arm candy. It was boring. So after a certain point, you lean over to kiss Andy’s shoulder and murmur something about going to grab another drink from the bar. To your surprise he just smiles and nods, without so much as even glancing your way.

‘Okay, no big deal.’ You think to yourself. ‘I get it. He’s busy. But I’m not helpless, so I’m going to find a way to occupy myself.’ So you slink away to the bar to order another drink, or two. And that’s where you meet a man named Jameson.

Were you interested in him? Oh, absolutely not. Not when you had that fine, intelligent, slightly obtuse ass hunk waiting for you. But you were bored and he wanted to have a conversation. Turned out you found him to be engaging and kind of funny, so once you’d started talking, you’d just let the conversion ride. Nothing inappropriate, nothing sneaky…just a flipping conversation. 

And once you’d started talking, things had just flowed naturally. He’d asked you about your job, your clients, new projects you were working on, and more. Jameson had also told you about himself as well. How he’d been around just a couple years less than Andy (because yes, you’d made it clear from the beginning that you were with Andy), and how he’d worked his way up. 

You were just beginning to discuss his favorite case when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “Was wondering where you ran off to, sweetheart. Thought you might have left.” Hey there, Andy. Boy, you don’t sound happy.

You glance down at your phone to see how much time had elapsed since you’d sat down at the bar for a drink. Forty-five minutes. 

“Hi James.” Andy says softly, but the disdain in his tone is hard to miss. “I see you’ve met my lady.”

The other man coughs nervously. “She’s a lovely woman. You’re very lucky.” 

“I know that. In fact, I’m more than just lucky, this woman right here colors my whole goddamn world. Are you done, Y/N?” 

You turn to look up at him in confusion. Was that…jealousy you heard in his tone? It couldn’t be…

“No, I’m not Andrew. As you can see, your colleague and I were in the middle of a nice conversation and my drink is still full so…” You smile and shrug in an effort to diffuse whatever was happening here.  

“I think it’s time that James went and found someone else to talk to.” The smile he gives the other man isn’t so much encouraging as it is intimidating. “Plus, I’d like to show my girl here the newest artwork I just had installed in my office.” 

Huh?

“Uh…” James looks down. “I’m going to go, but it was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“It was nice meeting you too. Hopefully we can talk again some time.” You give his hand an affectionate squeeze, which Andy does not like.  

You go to take a sip of your drink, unsure of how to appropriately process what just went down, when it is suddenly stolen from your hand. You watch as Andy eagerly downs the remainder of your Amaretto Sour. 

“Hey, that was mine!” Placing the empty glass down, he gently hauls you out of your seat. 

“Excuse me! Andrew! What the fu–hell was that all about?” He begins to lead you towards his office, just like he said he would. “Stop it!” You hiss, digging your heels into the carpeted floor. 

“No.” He growls. “Gonna show you my artwork, baby girl. All my artwork. Just like I promised.”

“Did you even ask me if I wanted to see it? You are such a freaking ogre!” He laughs darkly. “Is this about James? Because I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” You huff. Andy keeps going, occasionally nodding at people from time to time. You find yourself being all but dragged down the damned hall. Motherfucking Asshat. 

When the two of you finally reach his office, Andy all but tosses you inside before following you in. What the fuck had him in such a foul mood? He shuts the door behind him. And then if you’re not mistaken, you hear the click of a lock. 

“You planning to turn on the lights, Andrew, so I can see this all of this so-called artwork? Or should I start working on developing night vision?” You’re starting to get pissed. You hadn’t seen this man in days, and now he wanted to sully the night like this?

“Andy.”

No response. 

“Andrew!” You bark. “Turn on the lights!” 

“No.” He snarls softly. “You want to flirt with other men? You want to forget who you belong to? What, just because we’ve been apart for a few days? I’m not okay with that, and even more importantly, I’m not having it.”

Thankful for the presence of a little moonlight, you lean over and turn on his desk lamp. “What the hell are you talking about?” You can finally make out the dangerous gleam in his eyes. “That was not my fault. I was literally just having a conversation after had I stood with you for over an hour where all I did was smile and fucking nod.” Andy continues to stare you down with a snarl on his gorgeous lips.

“Do you know how much fun that was for me? I was freaking bored out of my skull, honey!”

“So you went and talked to James.” He takes a step towards you. “The one man who can’t stand me. The one man who, if he had his way, would replace me as DA in a heartbeat.” Okay, wow.

“Andy, I went to the bar like I said I was going to. He happened to be there and – and that’s not even on me, damn it! You know why? Because I had never met him and you had never mentioned him. I didn’t know a thing about that guy. I had no idea that you two had that kind of bad blood between you. I. Did. Not. Know.”

Still not satisfied, he takes another menacing step in your direction.

“Thank you for expecting me to know something that there is no way I could have known without you telling me. It’s totally fair for you to be upset with me right now. Yep, super fair.” You throw your arms up. And men loved complaining about how women always expected *them* to be psychic.

“Y/N…” He grimaces as reason and logic finally begin to kick in. “It’s just that you were gone so long, and then I find you two all chummy. I just...”

“No. No. No. Is that why you came over and felt the need to whip your dick out? It wasn’t because you missed me. It was because you didn’t want another man to enjoy my company, right?” Needing to calm yourself, you grab his stapler and begin methodically clicking it over and over again, watching as the unused staples fall out and onto the ground. 

“At this point, I think I’ve shown you time and time again that I’m yours in every way possible. I don’t want anyone else, you exceptionally talented ignoramus. I’m not looking for another fucking man. You are the only one I want.” You keep clicking the stapler. 

"Then what’s stopping you from moving in with me? Why do you keep denying me your sweet presence in my home? You calm me, baby. Do you - do you not want me the way I want you?” Hands in his pockets, his eyes stray to the floor.

Your eyes stray to the paperweight on his desk. No, you couldn’t brain him with it, as much as you might have liked to. Instead you choose to close the distance between your bodies. 

“Andrew Barber, look at me damn you.” You wait until he complies before continuing. “Listen to me. I have a lease. That I pay. Monthly. It is not breakable at this time. You want to discuss moving in together five months from now when it is up, then let’s do it. I’m all ears.” You press your mouth to his, groaning when you feel his big, hard body finally yield against your own. 

You pull away. “I don’t want to argue with you anymore. I know how possessive you feel over me, how much you want me. I feel possessive over you, too. All of the time. Whenever I see you on television, every time, my brain screams ‘That’s my man right there! That’s my baby doing his damn thing! And boy, is he fine!’ You brush your nose against his. 

“Really?” His deep voice breathes out. 

“Yes, you ridiculous man! You want to possess me, baby? You want to own me so no one like Jameson ever has even a chance of touching me? Is that what you want?” Andy nods against as his hand goes to cup cheek. “Then take me right here. Take me right here in your office so you can smell me, smell us, any time you want.” You bite his lip before tugging it into your mouth and sucking on it, making him moan. “Any time you need it, Daddy.”

He looks down at you as something feral takes over his features. His large, rough hands go to the top of your dress. “Ah, ah, big guy. Don’t you dare rip this dress. Not here. At home is fine, okay? I’ll give you a one time pass.” You couldn’t believe you were actively volunteering your clothing for the shredder pile…

Andy picks you up immediately, slamming you back against a nearby wall. His hand goes to cup the back of your head to cushion the impact. The skirt of your dress is rucked up your hips, with your help. One of your heels heels flies off, not that you care. “Yes, Daddy.” You purr, licking his cheek. “Take your pussy the way you need.”

He snatches off your panties, quickly bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply. “These belong to me now.” He growls. “Just like my baby.”

“Yes, Andy. Yes - oooh!” He enters you in one swift, solid thrust. Somehow your thighs end up dangling helplessly over his biceps, which allows him to go deep. Deeper than any man has ever been. The way he fucks you, the way his hips piston in and out of you, Andrew Barber is like an animal unleashed. “My pussy.” He snarls against the heated skin of your throat. “My girl!”

“Yes, Andy. Yes. Daddy.” You can’t help but sob with each rough thrust. “Shiiiit! Take me how you need it.” He keeps going, angling his hips and circling them in just the right way so he can find your spot. “Ooooh…ungh!”

When he finally makes contact with that special spongy spot inside of you, you damn near lose it. So much in fact that he’s forced to gag you with your own panties while he works you over. Because he doesn’t slow down, oh no. 

“That’s right, baby girl.” He growls in your ear, before biting the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, which makes you let out a garbled moan through the fabric in your mouth. “Daddy knows he’s fucking you rough.” He gives you two hard thrusts for emphasis. “I know.” Your arms remain wrapped tight around his thick neck as you mewl and whine with every bounce on his dick. “I swear when I get you home tonight, I’ll take you nice and slow, baby. I’ll love all over you.” 

You cry out through your gag, your nails raking over his back. Your own face buries itself in the crook his neck as you sob out your cries of pleasure. Daddy always made you feel so good.

“Cum for me, baby. Daddy knows how close you are. Cum for me please.” You cry out again, feeling as your walls clench around him and your toes curl. He rips the panties from your mouth. “Be my good girl and do it.” He orders. 

“Da-daddy I - ohh nngh mutherfucking fuck!” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you. Wave after fucking wave. It only intensifies when you feel and hear Andy follow. His hot, wet spend fills you up, making him shake with every uncontrolled jerk of his hips.

You remain in position for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath. Finally, you take it upon yourself to lean down and kiss his cheek before whispering: “I love you, Daddy. But can we please go home now?”   

“Yes, baby girl. I think Daddy has some serious apologizing to do.” Without setting you down, Andy repositions you so that you’re tucked securely in his arms. “I’m going to take us out the back, baby.”

Fully sated, you begin to drift off. “And please never forget that I love you too.” He whispers into your hair. “I have from the moment we met. And I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

“Likewise.” You respond with a drowsy mumble. “Now home, Andy.”  

END

#Chris Evans #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans smut #andy barber #andy barber smut #andy barber black reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans imagines #chis evans fanfic #andy barber imagines #andy barber fanfic

[taliskermortem]

okay on to episode 9

again under the cut so as not to bore you all

MINSEONG AND HYEONGJOON DATE:

the cuddling. its back. i’m still not over it.

minseong not impressed he’s been abandoned

oh my god. he made a list. i’m in love with him.

hyeongjoon’s driving terrifies me and minseong willingly got back in the car with him behind the wheel that’s some serious bravery

ah my hyeongjoon he’s so shy and awkward

why are they the only ones doing a proper activity

also they did not wear warm enough coats for this… oh never mind they did bring better coats thank god

why is hyeongjoon like this, he’s such a mess and its adorable… at least its an excuse to hold hands i guess

HOT PACKS AS A LANGUAGE OF LOVE I GUESS

(side not again… okay i never used to understand why so many koreans hate cucumber because where im from its really not that strong of a taste but that was before i had a korean cumcumber and now i undersand completely i don’t know whats wrong with them )

COUPLE RINGS I'M DEAD MINSEONG-AH WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE THEY’RE HIDEOUS

i’ve just ealised this is minseong’s first proper date bless him (no that one with junseong did not count that was just friends hanging out)

also how does hyeongjoon make those slits in his eyebrow disappear so thoroughly

ah communication. we love it.

they’re so cute together

JEONGWOOK AND HYEONGJIN DATE:

aah jeongwook i wish you weren’t so hung up on yoonghee

glad he’s enjoying himself though and he seems more relaxed with hyeongjin than i expected

oh my god imagine if hyeongjin didn’t like dogs this would have been a disaster

i too would focus on the dog and not the date can’t really blame you for that one

no no if he’s going to serenade i’m out of here i can’t deal with that i’m sorry even if you have the best voice in the world i cant hack it

WHY A CHRISTMAS SONG WHAT IS GOING ON GET ME OUT OF HERE

okay i’m sure he has a lovely voice but i think i died of embarrassment hyeongjin you truly are stronger man than me

okay it’s nice that jeongwook is opening up and showing more of himself but this is not really feeling like a date at all and if i were hyeongjin i would feel so incredible awkward right now

ah jeongwook don’t cry noooo this poor guy, he seems to really be struggling i hope he’s okay

THE EVENING:

not the dates coming home in order of how successful they were (from least to most in my personal opinion)

minseong following hyeongjoon to his room even though they’ve spent all day together already

JUNSEONG AND SEONGHO FIRST TO LEAVE LAST TO RETURN TAKE FROM THAT WHAT YOU WILL

yoonghee and junseong’s friendship is important to me okay

seonwoo literally could not answer a question directly even if his life depended on it

oh wow he’s really just going to sit there and stare at junseong and seongho in the kitchen what the hell dude

wow this isn’t awkward at all what are you trying to achieve here other than making everyone uncomfortable

let’s be honest the real final couple from this show is hyeongjoon and food

they talked for SEVEN HOURS HAHAHA I’M FINE (also still sitting together at the table it’s the little things okay)

AH I'M WEAK – hyeongjin wanting to talk to junseong and junseong taking seongho with him with that soft arm on his shoulders yes hi ive died had to rewind like five times to catch what they were saying because i was too distracted watching them… oh my god seongho’s ‘im going with you’ look im totally fine

GREY SPORTSWEAR FAMILY

seongho abandoning them to all the dishes he created just to hang out with junseong some more

okay im glad they had the same reaction as me to taking him to his house

THE HEAD ON THE LAP/SHIN SEONGHO PLEASE

“a very personal song” it was a christmas song bro

sensible seongho – go talk to jeongwook not them

poor jeongwook i feel like he’s been totally confused this whole day and to be honest i cant blame him there was a much simpler and susinct way for hyeongjin to get his point across without sounding kind of like an asshole and hurting people’s feelings

hyeongjin, my dude, stop. he get’s it, you misunderstood. let’s just let it rest and say you had a good time but you don’t have feelings

i understand hyeongjin not wanting there to be a misunderstanding but also jeongwook is right why he’s saying it like this is weird and hurtful

right i knew this conversation was going to go down the toilet but i didn’t think it would be this bad

unnecessary drama is all im saying

VOICEMAIL AND PHONE CALL TIME:

ha seonwoo no message from seongho or yoonghee this is what happens when you act the nice guy and have no follow through

seonwoo to seongho – awkward phone call and the first thing he brings up is seongho’s date with junseong this guy is a joke he literally said the other day they should just focus on each other not on junseong but he cannot let it go

two messages for junseong i’m living for this he deserves it

his face when he heard yoonghee that was priceless oh my god he’s so sweet and yeah i just love their friendship

love the silent pause before the second message like junseong and literally everyone else is holding their breath in anticipation

JUNSEONG-AH DID YOU WAIT LONG I'M SOBBING

also i’m pretty sure junseong has his eyes closed like he can’t quite believe it

AND THE PREVIEW:

look i don’t really want to talk about this i’ve been mad about it all day and will be for the next week

but also

from the voice mails we now know:

junseong – seongho

seongho – junseong

yoonghee – junseong

seonwoo – seongho

hyeongjin – seonwoo

minseong – hyeongjin

so the only one we don’t know is jeongwook, which means he definitely doesn’t have any messages and unless he sent a message to hyeongjoon (which is definitely possible) hyeongjoon also won’t have any messages

i kind of wish minseong had told hyeongjoon beforehand that he hadn’t sent him a message just so hyeongjoon isn’t expecting it and it’s not going to ruin his evening after the date they had

ugh it’s still such a mess i’m just going to try and forget about everything that isn’t junseong and seongho being soft

#his man 2 #so to conclude #junseong and seongho - yes #minseong and hyeongjoon - yes #yoonghee i want to take you out of there and find you someone worthy of you #the rest meh

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Wɪᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴏʟʏ Nɪɢʜᴛ - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 : Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1) - Sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs

A collection of random lines compiled from the game Witch on the Holy Night (Mahōtsukai no Yoru ,also known as Mahoyo) Feel free to change the pronouns in order to better suit the parts involved. Warning: some crude language

❝ Would you look at that. ❞

❝ Times-a-wastin'! Let's eat! ❞

❝ … It kind of tastes like dirt. ❞

❝ 'So what'?! Were you born in hell?! ❞

❝ Look at what? What do you mean? ❞

❝ … Is that a good thing or a bad thing ? ❞

❝ You've got it all wrong, but that's okay. ❞

❝ It's okay to turn them down, you know. ❞

❝ Tell me what happened a year ago first. ❞

❝ I'm trying to compliment you, you idiot. ❞

❝ But what happened next is the juicy part. ❞

❝ It's salmon. I would never eat grasshopper. ❞

❝ Huh? Isn't that ancient history at this point? ❞

❝ Which do you prefer, running or swimming? ❞

❝ I don't understand. Why would that happen? ❞

❝ He/She said he/she likes me…for no reason? ❞

❝ This is extortion, or blackmail, or something! ❞

❝ They were all a bunch of losers if you ask me. ❞

❝ Take that back. I'm more clever than you think. ❞

❝ … And what exactly is that supposed to mean? ❞

❝ A mosquito would offer better company, so no. ❞

❝ I get the feeling you're not telling me everything. ❞

❝ You've got some nerve. Am I a mosquito to you? ❞

❝ Don't worry. I value my life, so I'll shut my mouth. ❞

❝ As much as emotional arguments can make sense. ❞

❝ Because I like what I like and dislike what I don't like. ❞

❝ Ugh, well, I guess it's true that love knows no reason. ❞

❝ Now you get it. It's what a joyless existence tastes like. ❞

❝ It came to be known as the Bloody Town Hall Incident. ❞

❝ Stop trying to lead this good soul over to the dark side! ❞

❝ The way he/she acts reminds me of someone I despise. ❞

❝ I'm always civil -- just not when you're in the same room. ❞

❝ So, you just wanted to brag about how close you two are? ❞

❝ Anybody that never lies can't really be considered human. ❞

❝ Barging into our classroom to lecture us on table manners! ❞

❝ … I kind of get it now. I think I know why I don't like him/her. ❞

❝ But whatever the reason, I believe his/her concern is genuine. ❞

❝ Consider this revenge for saying I was worse than a mosquito. ❞

❝ Having one wolf in sheep's clothing around here is bad enough. ❞

❝ Don't even go there. Even thinking about it give me the creeps. ❞

❝ Just take it from me -- his/her standards are anything but normal. ❞

❝ Okay. I'm not one to gossip, but for you I'm making an exception. ❞

❝ Huh? You grew up in the mountains, and you're still afraid of dogs? ❞

❝ Your pride's never allowed you to give anything less than your best. ❞

❝ Always trying to smooth things over with that silver tongue of yours. ❞

❝ Damn! It! All! I cant believe you of all people pulled one over on me! ❞

❝ I wouldn't say there's no reason for it. I can think of one at least. ❞

❝ No wonder you can't get a boy/girlfriend. Do I have your attention now? ❞

❝ I thought he/she was beautiful the moment I first laid eyes on him/her. ❞

❝ It is kind of strange, to be honest. I don't even know him/her that well. ❞

❝ All I know is that nothing good will come out of either of these choices. ❞

❝ What could he/she have done to have earned the attention of such royalty? ❞

❝ The law of the city…means someone will deal out punishment eventually … ❞

❝ Get your butt over here! It's the long-awaited Canned Food Festival today! ❞

❝ Maybe he/she secretly wishes he/she could ignore me when we pass each other. ❞

❝ I see what you're saying, _ , but being a dog isn't exactly a good thing. ❞

❝ … No, I just meant that our dreams are something we take hold of ourselves. ❞

❝ The real question is what the hell qualifies as company to you, but whatever. ❞

❝ I bet you also told him/her all the nasty rumors floating about me, too, huh. ❞

❝ At least I'm trying. It's like you stopped bothering to be civil two years ago. ❞

❝ So that's how it is. You're still upset with me for what happened, aren't you? ❞

#Mahoutsukai no Yoru #mahoyo #type moon #Witch on the Holy Night #rp meme #roleplay meme #roleplay ask meme #rp ask meme #ask meme #sentence starters #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #visual novel #original

[brienneoftarth1989]

Undercover part 10

Miranda Hilmarson x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: Miranda finally convinces you to hand yourself in. You were going to be caught either way and you were fed up of running.

Warnings: gangs

Requests open

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The cops received your little gift a couple of days ago and would you believe they fulfilled your demands no questions asked. Now you had enough food to last you at least a couple more days but you had no idea how long this was going to last for.

You were starting to get frustrated and so were your crew. There was only so much time people could spend together with no escape. Raphael died from the injuries. Did you feel bad? Slightly but the dude had it coming.

He may have been looking out for you once upon a time but the day he decided to slag you off was his last day on earth. The only problem that you had now was that you had nowhere to dispose of the body which meant the cops would eventually find it.

In the meantime you kept his body in the freezer trying your best to prevent the body from smelling. You were once again sitting in your office trying your best to get time to go by quickly. The rest of your crew were just chilling downstairs while you and a few others were playing card games.

“When do you think this will be over?” One of them asked you. “Hopefully soon, I’m getting so bored and I’m running out of demands to give. At some point they are bound to barge in here but while I’m still torturing Miranda and holding her hostage then they are going to be careful about what they do. One wrong move and the bitch gets it” you laughed which caused the group to laugh as well.

“Speaking of the devil, I should probably go down and give her some food. Don’t have too much fun, I won’t be long” you told them as you stood up before making your way to the kitchen. When you got there you started to make the sandwich you normally do, just plain butter.

However something crossed your mind and before you knew what you were doing you were placing ham inside the sandwich. To be honest at this point it couldn’t really hurt. You then grabbed a glass and filled it with water before making your way over to the white room.

You let yourself in to find Miranda just laying on the floor, clearly bored out of her mind. “I brought you lunch” you told her as you placed the food down and sat at the opposite end of the room. Miranda was quick to sit up hunger starving her body.

She looked down to see the new sandwich. “What’s with the ham in it?” She asked, confused why suddenly now you were giving her special food. “Well if you don’t want it I’m more than happy to take it out of the sandwich” you replied as you started to get up to remove the ham.

Miranda was quick to grab the plate and started eating. “That’s what I thought” you muttered as you sat back down. The two of you sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence before Miranda finally spoke up. “Can I ask you something y/n?” Miranda asked before taking a sip of her water.

“Sure, what’s up?” You asked as you looked up to make eye contact. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?” She asked with fear behind her voice. You thought to yourself for a moment debating if you really wanted to tell the truth. “Do you really want to know?” You asked her. “Yeah I do” Miranda responded.

“Well I could just say it’s because I’m using you as a shield so to speak. As long as I have you then the police are going to tread carefully however that is far from the truth. The real reason I haven’t physically tortured you is because I liked you Miranda” you signed not really sure where to begin.

“When I first saw you come into the warehouse I knew there was something different about you. I felt things that I’ve never felt before when I looked at you. I knew that in that moment I would do anything to protect you. Raphael even warned me to be careful about you but I didn’t listen. I didn’t want to listen” you sighed.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you when you first arrived as well. Showing you how I torture someone. I really should have seen that as my first time. Most people who work for me love to see me in action. I just assumed you would be the same hence why I put on a right show for you. I felt awful when you stormed out and called me a sick person. I was going to make it right to you. I even went out and got us dinner so I could try and talk to you about everything and tell you how I finally felt” you sighed as you could feel your tears building up.

“Oh y/n I didn’t know” Miranda sighed as she got up and sat next to you. “It really doesn’t matter if you knew or not. You’re still a cop at the end of the day and I know deep down how this is going to end” you sighed. “I really didn’t want it to end like this. I have failed my dad and this gang” you muttered as you felt the tears stream down your face.

“Y/n, I think if you really care for me you should let me go. Make the decision for yourself. You know at some point they are just going to storm in anyway so why don’t you save time and get it over with now. I know I would have more respect for you this way. You might even get some time off your sentence by cooperating” she said, trying to comfort you.

“I really doubt that Miranda. You haven’t seen half the things I have done but I will hand myself over for you. I’m tired of fighting and at this point I just want it all to be over with. Can I just ask one more thing before I do this though?” You asked, looking into Miranda’s eyes.

“Sure you can ask me anything” Miranda responded. “You can say no but I really like you and I know I probably won’t ever get to see you again after I get sent away but can I please kiss you?” You asked her.

Miranda thought to herself for a moment before slowly leaning in to give you a kiss. You didn’t think she would even consider it after everything she had been through yet here you both were. You leaned in and you both let your lips connect in a soft and passionate kiss. The two of you sat there just letting the kiss keep going but eventually you reluctantly pulled away.

“Thank you for that Miranda, I really appreciate it and trust me I won’t ever forget it” you smiled at her. Miranda didn’t really know what to say but then again you didn’t blame her. You stood up and just looked at Miranda. “Come on, lets go” you told her as you headed to the door of the white room. Miranda was very quick to follow suit.

You made your way out into the warehouse with Miranda following behind. Everyone just looked confused as to what the hell you were about to do. “Alright listen up. I’m about to hand myself in to the cops. I want to do my best to protect you all so there is something I need to tell you. In my office there is a secret door which will lead you out of here without being detected. If you don’t want to get caught I would get moving now” you shouted.

The crew was quick to make their way to the office while you and Miranda headed to the main entrance. “Alright we are going out there together. I will go first and you will follow straight behind before walking to the side of me. We walk with our hands up in the air so they know we have no weapons. You got that?” you asked Miranda.

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Miranda replied. “Alright let's go then” you said as you slowly opened the main door. You took your first step outside with both of your hands up in the air. Guns were pointed at you as they awaited your next move. Miranda was quick to follow as she then walked alongside you.

The two of you walked about half way before you stopped which caused Miranda to stop. “Keep going and don’t look back” you whispered to her as she kept on walking. You watched as she then ran into the arms of one of her colleagues before breaking down. You felt awful. You got down on the floor as you laid down and put your hands behind your back.

You waited for them to rush over to you and it wasn’t long before you felt officers bundle on you making sure you stayed down while they put handcuffs on your hands. You felt a couple of tears fall down your face wondering if this was the right decision to make.

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #fanfics #constable miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x y/n #miranda hilmarson x reader #miranda hilmarson #top of the lake #top of the lake china girl #police #undercover #undercover series #gangs

[lauravanarendonkbaugh]

A Midwinter Theft

“So the way I figure it, you get into the house and then you use your wizardry to get the letter out of the lockbox.”

Galen suppressed a smile and continued chewing. Beside him, Lisveth tore the brown bread into pieces. “And how does that go, exactly?” she asked.

The man across the table shrugged. “Use your powers to open the box and float the letter over to the window or something. Wizardry.”

She shook her head. “That’s not how these things work.”

Galen glanced across the room, more out of habit and avoidance than anything that drew his eye. It was a typical village public room, populated with farmers and craftsmen, moderately loud with greetings and laughter. No one seemed to be paying particular attention to their table.

“Don’t play dumb with me just to get more pay,” said Rolf. “I’ve made you the best offer I can, and pretending it’s harder won’t get you any more.”

Lisveth sighed and put down the bread. That got Galen’s attention; Lisveth rarely set aside food, especially when someone else was paying for it, as she had insisted this potential client do. It meant she intended to make a particularly disparaging point in her negotiations.

It could also mean she had detected something potentially dangerous and wanted her hands free for casting, just in case. But he did not imagine there were too many threats coming at them in the tavern.

“Look,” Lisveth said with mock patience, “how many sorcerers have you talked with?”

“I’m talking with you right now.”

“Not including me. How many people with real proficiency in magic have you spoken to? Ever?”

Galen guessed where she was going with this; this wasn’t a tiny village, but it was no city to boast regular work for those with skills for magic.

Rolf frowned. “I’ve known a couple of wizards through here.”

“Sorcerers,” Lisveth corrected mildly. “And did you try to hire them for work?”

He waved a hand. “Look, I don’t care how you get the thing. That’s not my problem; I’m paying you so it will be your problem. I just want you to fetch it and bring it safely to me.”

Galen cleared his throat. “Is the letter yours?”

“What?” Rolf looked at him and gave a one-shouldered shrug. “What does that matter?”

“It doesn’t,” Lisveth answered with only a slight glance toward Galen.

“It does matter,” Galen protested. “We’re not thieves.”

Lisveth checked an eyeroll in frustration. “We’re only thieves if we know it doesn’t belong to him. As it stands, he’s asked us to pick something up and deliver it to him, and that does not make us thieves.”

Galen looked at the man across the table. “Will you excuse us a moment?”

The man’s mouth turned down at the corners, but he pushed back from the table. “Got to take a leak anyway.”

Galen turned to Lisveth, who was already starting to argue, and he raised a hand. “We agreed to try it my way for a while,” he said above her protest.

“Your way is complicated and cuts out two-thirds of our potential customers.” She was short, but she had no problem glaring up at him. “And it risks annoying the rest by suggesting they’re dishonest.”

“They may well be dishonest.”

“They’re not going to be persuaded into honesty by you asking them if they’re honest,” Lisveth said irritably. “They’re just going to be offended if they are honest and wary if they’re not. And wary and offended don’t pay so well. Your way is bad for business.”

“It’s also less wrong. Which I know you don’t care about, but it’s also safer. Less legal entanglement.” Galen gestured to the empty space across the table. “If this man really owns this thing, why doesn’t he go to the local magistrate and ask for help in getting it back?”

“Oh, just as you’d go right up to the local sheriff and ask for help?” Lisveth’s skepticism dripped from her consonants. “Surely he’d do the right thing by you? Because you’re not a thief, right?”

“That’s different.”

“Different enough that you’d approach a magistrate without hesitation?”

Galen clenched his jaw, unable to readily answer and hating that she had him so neatly. “Fine. But let’s at least ask him if he owns it.”

“To what point? Do you think he’s going to say no if he doesn’t? And what are you going to do if he does say no?”

“If you’re right, he won’t say no, and we’ll at least have heard him say yes.” It was a feeble compromise, but Galen couldn’t think of anything else to negotiate in the moment.

When Rolf returned, Lisveth set her elbows on the table and put a piece of brown bread into her mouth. “My colleague would like to hear you say that you own the object in question,” she said around the bread.

He looked back and forth between the two of them. “I own it,” he said. “It was stolen. I want you to get it back for me.”

“There, you see?” Lisveth turned from Galen back to the client. “All right, then.”

Galen still wasn’t sure he liked it. But he supposed he had lost considerable moral ground when he’d joined Lisveth on the road the same night she’d robbed his caravan. At least they were taking odd jobs instead of highway robbery, and if some of those jobs were shady, it was still a step above. Mostly.

He wondered what was in this letter they were being hired to retrieve.

***

The house looked typical enough. There were shutters on the windows, but many houses had those without being dens of vice. Rolf’s claims of theft by criminal gang weren’t proven yet.

It was set back from the road, with trees and bushes obscuring the yard and windows, but that could have been a result of neglected pruning as much as desire to conceal. Galen tried to think on Lisveth’s easy assurance that they did not know that the letter did not belong to their client Rolf, and that since he said it had been stolen from him, it was not thievery to steal it back for him. It did not make him feel better.

But they worked their way up the concealing line of bushes and around the side of the house, watching for a possible entry point. At least there was no snow to reflect light, or to show their steps, or to highlight them in the dark, or to crunch underfoot, or to creep down their collars since they’d left their cloaks in their rented room. Cloaks got in the way of wriggling into places and were dangerous liabilities in a fight.

“Why do you need us to break in and get it?” Galen had asked practically. “Since you already know where it is?”

“I saw him put it into the lockbox when he took it,” Rolf answered. “But I’m a chandler, I work with soft wax. I’m not a fighting man. If he comes in while I’m breaking into his lockbox…but you could fight your way out. And bring my letter with you.”

“We’ll hope it’s in the same place,” Lisveth said.

Rolf nodded. “He’d have no reason to move it. He knows I’m not able to come for him. And he’s cocky. Very cocky.”

“Not without reason,” Lisveth observed. “Since no one is going up against him.”

Rolf had ducked his head. “But that’s why I’m hiring you. And he won’t have moved it, because he’s not expecting trouble.”

Crouching against the wall, Galen reached out and touched Lisveth’s arm, and he nodded toward the far corner of the house. A dark figure stood there, mostly concealed by shadow, looking out toward the road. The house was not unguarded.

Lisveth nodded once and they pressed closer to the wall. She looked at the window nearest them. Rolf had said the study was in the northwest of the house, and this was the most efficient entry. It looked as if it wouldn’t be too difficult; the shutters were not fastened, and the glazing was not barred, and Lisveth wriggled a slim metal shim into a joint to unhook the simple latch.

“Cocky,” she breathed.

Galen put his hands against the window. It was wide, boasting of wealth with glass an arm’s-length across. The part which was hinged to swing out was smaller and would be a tight fit, but they should both be able to get through. There was no way to guess if the hinges were well-oiled or noisy, so Galen got his fingers into the gap, flexed the swinging door just enough to test his grip, and then nodded to Lisveth. She tapped his shoulder, once, twice, thrice.

On her third tap a crash sounded from the trees beyond where the guard stood, covering the sound of Galen pulling the casement open. As the guard turned to stare into the darkness, Galen boosted Lisveth into the open window. She writhed through like an eel.

Galen was not nearly so petite or lithe, and after pulling himself up to the chest level opening, he leaned in and twisted to fit his shoulders. His entry was less graceful, but he caught the floor with his hands as he kicked his way through and managed to collapse quietly to the carpeted floor.

The carpet was nice, spread over hardwood that showed little wear. The study was spacious, really spacious, and grander than expected for a merchant in a town like this. Galen’s suspicions increased and his worry eased a little. Whether their client Rolf was honest or not, this Feliks was more than he probably wanted to tangle with.

Galen pulled the window closed, to avoid notice from the outside guard, and then they turned away from each other and began scanning for the lockbox Rolf had described. Feliks had not been thoughtful enough to leave the box conveniently atop his desk, and they crouched in the dark to peer at shelves and squint into cabinets.

Lisveth found it on a lower shelf behind a carved door—too fine for a country merchant, this Feliks was definitely earning more than his legitimate business could support—and she whispered a stream of invective. “Too big to fit out that little casement,” she grumbled. “We’ll have to open it and take only what we came for.”

“Can you pick the lock?”

“Not likely,” she answered with annoyance. “But I can wedge in the right pieces to let a farm boy with pig-throwing muscles leverage it apart.”

“Who throws pigs? You have the oddest ideas of farm work.”

She worked in the metal shims, and Galen was just about to give it a sharp strike when the candle flared.

Galen started to spin but there was already a blade over his shoulder, too near his neck. He stopped and slowly raised his hands to shoulder height. Someone grabbed Lisveth by the arm and pulled her away, putting a short knife under her chin.

Galen did not know where the first two had come from, but there was a man emerging from behind the cloaks hanging in a corner, and more were coming through the door, now open. Galen had focused too much on the shelves around the desk and had not even considered searching the room for concealed people—which seemed a ridiculous thing to be wary of, but clearly necessary.

“They said you were magic mercenaries,” a man said with a sneer. He passed a candle to another, who set about lighting the lamps all around the room. Too many lamps, too much oil, too much ostentatious wealth. “But you’re just a couple of ordinary rats trying to pop a lock. You’re not mercenaries, you’re conmen.”

Each of Galen’s arms was held by someone who did not look as if he’d been hired for ledger work. Just one man held Lisveth, but he had the blade too close to risk struggle. His other hand began to drift across her shoulder and chest, and Lisveth grabbed for it. “Watch it!”

“Connor!” snapped the sneering man, and Connor stopped trying. Someone else stepped up and they each took one of Lisveth’s arms, holding her more securely. Galen was both relieved and frustrated at her increased restraint.

He was immobile for now, held by two men and with the short sword still resting on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for that,” the sneering man—probably Feliks—said. “I didn’t tell Connor and the others that this might also be a business meeting. But you see, I wanted to talk with you.”

“You could have come to the public room like everyone else,” Galen said. Then he closed his mouth. Let Lisveth do the talking; she was better at it, and he could watch for an opening. Even the best guards could not stay vigilant in every passing second.

“Then I could not have seen you work,” Feliks said with an expansive smile, turning up his hands to encompass the spacious study. “I wanted to see what you were capable of. Of course, I thought I would see more magic and less window-prying.”

They had been set up. Rolf had baited them. Or, Galen considered, they had been observed meeting with Rolf and the obvious conclusion of hire had been drawn. Either way, they were caught, and it was only a question of whether Rolf had known.

Feliks looked at Galen, who did not answer. Let Lisveth handle him.

After a moment without response, Feliks turned to Lisveth, who was managing to look bored with a knife beside her face. He waited, but she did not speak, either.

He gestured. “Aren’t you curious as to what I mean by a business meeting?”

Lisveth gave the tiniest of sighs. “If you must.”

He scowled. “You’re very cold for a woman whose life hangs by my word.”

“The truth is, I’m not feeling very imperiled,” Lisveth replied patiently. “If you wanted to kill us, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. But since we are, and since you clearly want someone to ask about your proposition, it seems the only way forward is through. So what is it you want, Feliks?”

Galen shifted his eyes to the man on his right. As fun as it could be to watch Lisveth at work, his priority was to get free. The guard on the right was watching Lisveth, but his grip was still tight on Galen’s arm. The guard on the left knew his business and had a fingertip in the nerves. It hurt.

Feliks’s scowl deepened. “I thought I would offer you a job.” He gestured. “I can afford better terms than Rolf, and I could use your skills.”

“Our skills?” Lisveth gave a half-grin. “The ones you were disparaging as common cons just a moment ago? Does this usually work for you, playing down the worth of what you want to buy?”

Feliks’s lips thinned. “You are not in a position to negotiate, nor to be cheeky.”

“You are not in a position to assume.”

That broke his scowl. He looked back and forth between his captives and laughed aloud. “Whatever could you mean, girl?”

Lisveth lifted her chin. “What’s in the letter?”

That surprised him. “What does that have to do with anything here? We’re talking about—“

“What’s in the letter? Or was that just a ruse to get us in here to talk, because you aren’t welcome in the pub?”

Feliks crossed his arms. “I suppose Rolf told you it’s a letter of the heart, didn’t he? A tender missive from his lover, precious for its sentimental value? That’s true to a point, I suppose, but his sweet lover included a gift of land with the poetry. Dandles and deeds, that’s what can happen when one pecks above his rank.”

Lisveth made a face.

“You asked, I answered. So Rolf wasn’t wrong to want it back. He can’t claim the land was stolen from him without exposing the affair, so as long as I have the deed, it’s a tidy deal for me, right?”

Galen tried to shift his aching left arm, but the guard was still alert. Apparently he did not find Lisveth’s drama engrossing. Galen looked to the right again.

“If you say so,” Lisveth said.

Feliks stepped forward. “You’re supposed to be the sorceress, right? Why aren’t you using any magic?”

“I thought you were trying to hold me here.” Lisveth gave a little nod toward one of the men holding her. “Did you want me to walk out?”

“I want to know what I’m buying. Can you or can’t you use magic?”

“First off, you can’t buy what isn’t for sale to you,” Lisveth corrected firmly. “And then you haven’t exactly been a welcoming business partner, what with calling me a rat and all. And finally, you’ve got brutes on my arms, and don’t you know a sorceress needs her hands to work her magic?”

“Is that so?” Feliks smirked. “Well, we’re not letting you go to show us, if that’s what you were after.”

“Do you think I would have told you so plainly if that’s what mattered to me?” Lisveth’s voice dripped with disdain. “There are other things than me you should be more worried about.”

“We’ve got your red boy right here.” He pointed a thumb at Galen, who felt himself grow uncomfortably warm. It galled him, first that the man had called him red and then that the word could bother him even in such a serious situation. His hair color was hardly their chief concern while there was still a sword resting on his shoulder.

Lisveth gave a dismissive shake of her head. “Right now, how many guards are outside this house?”

“What? None.”

Her face suggested rolling her eyes was more effort than this conversation deserved. “Again, do you think being insulting actually helps your business offers?”

He gave a little shrug. “Two.”

“Two.” She shook her head. “Again, wrong answer.”

“I said—“

There was a muffled scream from outside, distant but audible. Galen smothered a smile; Lisveth did sometimes like her drama.

“I’m sorry, I spoke too soon,” Lisveth drawled as Feliks jerked around to look toward the open window. “Now two is a wrong answer.”

“What’s—you came alone, you didn’t hire anyone in town.”

Lisveth shook her head as horrific snarls reached them. Someone outside made a protesting cry. “No. But your first answer, no guards, is about to become truth.”

Feliks closed on her and took the knife from Connor’s hand, pressing it close to her jaw himself. “Stop it. Stop whatever you’re doing, or I’ll kill you now.”

“Oh, yes, kill its master, that will probably make nice with it right away,” Lisveth said evenly, tipping her head up to hold his eyes. “Certainly it won’t come in looking for me, and it surely won’t be upset. Good plan.”

“What is it?” Feliks demanded. “What is it?”

The scream at the window interrupted him, and he turned to stare as a man’s arm came through the open window, grasping for aid. Galen tensed. But before the guard could climb inside, a dark shape leapt through the window, shattering glass and bearing him to the carpet to savage him. Galen had only a quick impression of dark, coarse fur before he struck away the sword and stomped his foot into the knee of the transfixed henchman.

Feliks and the others recoiled from the grisly scene, and the beast raised its head to glare about the room, ragged cloth dangling from its teeth. Galen ignored it as he took the sword and swung the blade to clear back the others.

But they were less concerned with him. Some bolted for the study door, making for the only escape. At the other side of the room, Lisveth put out a foot and tripped Feliks as he rushed from the beast. He rolled, and she kicked him twice before bending for the keys at his waist.

Galen ran to her, jabbing the sword toward Connor, but Connor hesitated, looking at his boss growling and scrabbling on the floor. Feliks grabbed for Lisveth, but she twisted out of his grip and stomped once more, catching him in the groin.

Connor made a little lunge for Lisveth, and Galen ran to intercept. The great beast roared and leapt, faster than Galen, and Connor flinched back as the monster soared at him. Galen struck Connor hard, bearing him to the ground, and punched with the sword pommel as Connor gibbered and coiled into a ball. At the third blow, he went quiet.

Galen got up and turned to see Lisveth working at the lockbox. “It’s got to be this one,” she muttered. “It’s really stuck—oh, fair night, just take the thing. Rolf can sort it.”

“It won’t fit out the window—“

“Break it.”

Galen heaved the lockbox toward the shattered window, and it sailed through the open gap with an incongruous crash of breaking glass. Lisveth snatched a cloak from a hanging peg and bunched it over the sill, blunting the shards as they climbed out.

“Careful,” Galen cautioned. The ground outside was littered with broken glass. “I suppose they’re going to see the window was broken outward.”

“They’ll figure it out when they’re short a few corpses, too,” Lisveth said. “So let’s not wait for it. And there are still two guards out here, unless they’ve gone inside by another route, so keep an eye out.”

Galen hefted the lockbox on his shoulder, and they hurried on through the dark.

***

The following afternoon Rolf was waiting for them at the public room as planned, which probably meant he had not been merely a front for Feliks’s ham-fisted attempt at recruitment. Still, there remained a chance that he had knowingly sent them into a trap, so when Galen thumped the lockbox down on the table hard enough to make the man jump in his chair, he remained standing close behind him, keeping him in his seat.

Lisveth slid into the opposite chair and leaned across the table. “Did you know?”

Rolf was staring at the lockbox. “You brought the whole thing?”

“The lock was stuck. Did you know?”

“Now he’ll know it was taken—now he’ll know everything was taken. He’ll say we stole it all. He’ll—“

“We did steal it all, and that’s not your chief worry right now.” Lisveth’s hand began to smoke on the table, little flickers of flame slipping between her fingers. “Did you know he was waiting? Did you set us up?”

“He was—“ Rolf stopped as his eyes went wide, and Galen had to admit that if he was acting, he was pretty good. “Oh. Oh, no. I told my brother I had talked to you…”

Lisveth’s mouth twisted. “Probably time to have a family talk.”

“I’m so sorry.” Rolf seemed to be struggling for words, trying to apologize even as he realized the betrayal. “I hope…I hope it did not make too much trouble for you…”

Galen moved away from the chair and took a seat. He did not speak. He did not think about brothers or betrayal.

Lisveth did not look at Galen as she opened the lockbox’s lid. “You can take one item. Choose carefully.”

Rolf did not hesitate and did not browse among the bundled papers, going straight for a single packet with a broken seal. “Thank you,” he said.

But she snatched the letter from his hand. “Half a moment.”

Rolf nodded jerkily. “Of course, your payment.”

He opened a pouch of coins, and Lisveth unfolded the paper. He gave a little sound of protest when he saw, but she leaned back with her eyes on the letter. “So there was a land deed involved. I’d wondered why Feliks cared so much about a love letter. And—oh my.” She raised her eyes. “Spicy.”

Rolf’s cheeks and neck were apple-red. “I did not hire you to mock my private affairs.”

“You did not hire us to spend time arguing with a local goat who thinks he’s an ox because he’s in a little pen, either.”

“Next time, keep your plans to yourself until the hired work is done,” Galen said. “It makes our job easier. And less expensive.”

Rolf’s face fell. “I can pay a little more.” He put a stack of coins on the table, and then two additional coins beside it.

Lisveth gave him a flat look. “He put blades to our necks.”

Rolf added a coin.

“And his man made a grab for my chest.”

Rolf hesitated, and then he added one more coin.

Galen scooped the stacks into his palm before Lisveth could continue. “Feliks knows you have it back. If you want to keep that land, you should probably find a way to claim it publicly soon.”

“I can’t…I promised not to let anyone know we are…” Rolf looked at the table. His neck was still red.

“Then you inherited a windfall from a cousin in another town and bought it. Something.” Galen pushed his chair back.

“Wait, what about the rest of this? It’s not mine, and I don’t want it.” Rolf pushed at the lockbox.

That was good thinking. Feliks would not let that go lightly. And it was good that Rolf had said so aloud and plainly.

Galen nodded and half-turned toward the door. Connor was there, not far inside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Galen beckoned him with a small gesture.

Rolf’s face tightened. “I hired you so there wouldn’t be this trouble.”

“There’s not going to be trouble,” Galen assured him, keeping his eyes on Connor’s purpled face.

Lisveth nodded. “Connor here knows you could have taken anything you wanted, but you took only your own. Connor will relay that to Feliks. Connor knows that taking only your own is a courtesy that should be returned. Connor knows everything in that box will reach Feliks, or Connor is going to wake up with all his fingers eaten off by rats.”

Connor was scowling through his bruises. “You lied to us. You didn’t have any beast. It was all magical fakery. You didn’t kill anyone.”

Lisveth fixed him with a disappointed glare. “Are you really complaining to my face that I should have killed you instead of minimizing the blood on Feliks’s expensive carpet?”

Connor hesitated, and that was enough time for Lisveth to make a dismissive gesture at the lockbox. “Take this back to your master, and if you make sure it all makes it back intact, with nothing misplaced in your own pocket, then he’s had nothing stolen from him and all accounts are settled.”

“Except for the window you broke.” Connor seemed desperate for a rebuttal after the killing argument.

“Except for the window, right. Which wouldn’t have been damaged if you hadn’t grabbed us, so let’s not quibble.”

“This lock’s broken.”

“Feliks should keep it in better condition. Oh, but that reminds me.” She tossed the keyring onto the far end of the table, beyond the lockbox. “There.”

Connor gave her a baleful glance, but he turned and picked up the box and keys. Then he paused to glare at Rolf.

“All accounts settled,” Galen repeated, and Connor huffed but moved back toward the door.

Rolf let out a long breath. “You weren’t supposed to make trouble. You were supposed to get the letter out without Feliks knowing.”

“You weren’t supposed to tell anyone who could alert Feliks we were coming,” Lisveth retorted, “so maybe it’s time to lie in the ditches we’ve dug. And I’m tired of arguing over them.” She raised a hand to catch the attention of a young serving man across the room and held up two fingers. “Unless you’re staying for dinner?”

“You’ll only make me buy it all,” Rolf muttered. He pushed back from the table. “Good night.”

Galen sat down again. “I don’t think he’ll be recommending us to his friends here,” he said to Lisveth.

“I don’t think I want to stay here,” she answered, her eyes tracking their dinners across the room. “You country folk can be so petty.”

Galen rested his chin on his hand. “You want to go pick up some city work?”

“There’d be city food, at least.” She sat back as two bowls of grain and pickled greens in broth were set on the table, sloshing. “Country fare is overrated when it’s the same single vegetable every time.”

“You’re a difficult woman to please.”

“I just like having my standards met.” She began eating as if she didn’t really mind the repetitive fare.

Galen picked up his own spoon. Lisveth had a point; the broth was too salty and the greens too sour. But the town was too small to offer much competition to the public room’s kitchen, he supposed.

Lisveth beckoned a passing servant. “Look, I don’t like to complain, but these greens were pickled in the tears of a jilted lover. What’s the best you have tonight?”

The young man frowned. “I’m sorry, I just fetched those jars from the cellar and—“

“I’m sure it’s not your fault in carrying them. Just tell me, what do you have instead?”

“There’s a kid roasting. But Mistress Megana says it’s for when the merchants come through tonight. It’s caravan day, you know.”

“Is it, now,” Lisveth answered flatly. She leaned forward. “What say you go carve off part of that kid and bring it out to us? They won’t miss a haunch, and you can stretch the rest with some greens if you have to.”

He shook his head. “Mistress Megana would charge a right pair of shiny coins for it, I’m sure. She likes to—“

Lisveth thumped a small pouch onto the table. “Would you like to make Mistress Megana’s day with a triple price for the kid? And with you having the pleasure of knowing that Connor fellow is paying for it?”

The servant quieted, his eyes on the pouch.

“I saw him shoulder-check you when he came in,” Lisveth said, more quietly. “And I saw how the others working here tried to avoid going by him.”

He did not look up. ���He’s not a favorite here.”

“Bit grabby with the girls, too, I’d guess?”

He nodded.

Lisveth put her hands behind her neck and stretched. “Well, that’s not my purse, and my friend here”—she jerked her head toward Galen—“is an awful stickler about me taking things that aren’t mine, so I’m going to leave it when I go. But I am awfully hungry just now.”

Galen shrugged. “She’s right. I will make such a fuss if she keeps it.”

The servant put his hand out and rested it on the pouch. “Mistress Megana won’t mind if you pay for it before the caravan comes in, not if I keep back the best loin for the seller she’s sweet on. And the rest of us here will think of you kindly and send a prayer after you.”

“It can float up on the smoke of that pouch,” Lisveth said significantly. “He can recognize that better than coins. He’s got his hands full of lockbox, but in forty minutes or so he’ll get to the house and set it down, and then he might realize something’s missing.”

He nodded, and the coin pouch disappeared into the cleaning rag tucked at his waist. “I’ll be just a moment.” He disappeared toward the kitchen.

Galen leaned on his elbows. “When you made him turn for the keys?”

“So you didn’t see me, either?” Lisveth smiled a pleased little cat smile.

“You know I said accounts were settled.”

“He’s got a problem with his hands. Now accounts are settled.” She gestured across the public room and the people in it. “For the serving folk here, too. I didn’t like how they looked when he came in.”

Galen blew out his breath. “I’ll bet that roasted kid will taste good.”

She grinned. “It’ll taste like settled accounts.”

The meat came with hot root vegetables in butter and a fresh loaf of crusty bread, and they burned themselves tucking into it so quickly. But the food was too tasty to let cool, and anyway they had to finish before Connor could discover his loss and return. Galen wasn’t going to leave anything behind.

In the city, there would be more work, and more questionable work. But they would go together. And for now, that was enough.

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aaannnd it's day twenty three of the tea prompts challenge! deets and whatnot are here for this.

today's ficlet (or fic since i went a bit over my wordcount) is a direct continuation of "yesterday's" ficlet, so dean and cas are continuing their date. it both does and doesn't go well.

(also a brief tw today -- there's a bit of heavy petting that eventually starts to hit cas the wrong way in this installment. it ends ok, but it may hit some people wrong and i'd like folks to know that going in)

today's flavor is virgo.

“Winchester, not everyone is as afraid of flavor as you are,” a woman materializes next to Castiel, leans over the bar to leave a smacking kiss on Benny’s cheek, and then waltzes back off towards a four top in the back.

“Lovely to see you too, Andrea,” Dean says, sucking his teeth. Castiel hides a smile. Dean’s cute when he’s grumpy.

“So,” Benny says, drawing Dean’s attention back from where he’d been drilling holes with his eyes in Andrea’s back. “You boys wanna sit at the bar?”

Dean gives one of his tight smiles that doesn’t meet his eyes. Castiel think this one means that Dean’s really unhappy but doesn’t want anyone to know. He hasn’t been around Dean long enough to know for sure, but he does know that he hates to see the creeping tightness around Dean’s green eyes.

“It’s up to Dean,” Castiel says, rocking on his heels and burying his nervous hands in his pockets, “but I’ll sit anywhere if you let me try your Hanoverian burger.”

Both Dean and Benny blink at Castiel for a moment.

Castiel desperately tries to keep playing it cool. “What? You think I wouldn’t at least check this place out on Instagram before taking a date here?”

Things even out, after that. Benny’s clearly still not sold on Castiel, but the tension’s gone at least. The food is amazing enough on its own that it makes the dinner worthwhile. While they’re deciding on dessert, Castiel almost steps in it again by admitting that his original reservation had been at La Petite Saucisson.

“What — Sammy told you the place was too exclusive for the likes of me?” Dean says, trying to play real hurt off like a joke.

“No,” Castiel says. He watches Dean for a moment, registers that both Benny and Andrea are once again shamelessly eavesdropping on their conversation, and decides to just be honest. “Your brother probably guessed by the name alone that it was French food done by a guy who thought he could cook better than the French without ever going France and that you deserve better.”

Dean blinks.

“Damn, brother,” Benny drawls, placing a piece of chess pie in front of Castiel and a slice of apple pie in front of Dean, “if it was that bad, why’d you plan on taking Dean there in the first place?”

“Even though the atmosphere is a little…” Castiel pauses, eyes focusing on a far off point, trying to come up with an adjective.

“Intense?” Benny offers.

Castiel hums in agreement. “Even though the atmosphere is a little starched shirt, the martinis really are some of the best in the area and I have a standing biweekly dinner there with a friend that has an incurable crush on the bartender. I don’t really eat out much and I prefer to know that my dates will at least have a decent time wherever I bring them.” Castiel makes himself stop. Sometimes his childhood habit of over explaining his motivations to people comes back to bite him.

“Somebody likes Crowley?” Benny asks, eyebrows at his hairline.

“Balt’s a good friend,” Castiel says, digging into his pie. It really is as good as the picture made it look. “There’s no accounting for taste, though.”

Dean snorts quietly into his own piece of pie.

//

They hold hands on the drive home. Dean’s half curled up in his seat, watching Castiel drive. Castiel does his best to focus on the road but it’s hard to do with Dean looking at him like that.

Dean flips Castiel’s hand over in his and traces what Castiel thinks is his lifeline across his palm.

“I’m an Aquarius, you know,” he says, like it’s both sexy and has a hidden meaning. Castiel blinks. Dean didn’t strike him as someone who would buy into that astrology stuff.

Castiel’s put up with weirder for crushes though so he says, “I think I’m a Virgo?”

Dean laughs and kisses Castiel’s palm. “Not big on astrology huh?”

“My sister loves it,” Castiel says, thinking with a sudden pang that he desperately needs to call his sister soon. “But I don’t really understand it.”

//

Castiel walks Dean to his door and leans forward to place a kiss on Dean’s cheek. Dean’s not having it, though. He turns his face at just the right moment and their lips collide. Castiel sinks into it, lets Dean reel him in close by the collar of his shirt while Dean presses his tongue against the seam of Castiel’s lips. Dean tastes like apples and cinnamon.

Castiel doesn’t know how long they stand there or how he winds up pushing Dean against his apartment door but when Dean pulls away long enough to say “you’re coming inside, sunshine,” all Castiel can do is nod.

Then they’re halfway across Dean’s living room and Dean’s shirt is somehow already off. Castiel’s shirt is also somehow half unbuttoned and Dean’s sliding down his front to mouth at the tent in Castiel’s jeans. He presses what would be a chaste kiss against Castiel’s crotch and looks up at Castiel through his lashes. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Dean’s suddenly standing again and he’s leading Castiel through the back hallway and towards his bedroom. He’s swaying his hips and nibbling at his kiss swollen lips and this is all too fast and so, so wrong and Dean’s stopped being Dean and he’s performing again and Castiel doesn’t know how to stop it. Castiel bounces when his back hits Dean’s bed and suddenly he’s

looking up at Dean as Dean’s crawls on top of him.

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Dean breathes, pressing a kiss against Castiel’s sternum.

Castiel’s quiet for just a beat too long. Dean pulls away and a light clicks on somewhere to Castiel’s left.

“Is it going to be like this every fucking time with you?” Dean voice is angry, through and through, but Castiel can see in his face just how hurt he is. “What do I have to do here? Every time you blow hot and then you blow cold and then you say this shit —“

“I like you, Dean.” Castiel sits up, tries to right his shirt, fails miserably and gives up and just takes the damn thing off.

“Fuck you,” Dean snaps, voice at a half yell and turning around to hide his face from Castiel. “I want you to leave.”

“I like you, Dean,” Castiel says, refusing to back down. “I want to be with you.”

“I don’t know what the fuck that even means,” Dean says, spinning back around. “How do you make me feel so wanted and unwanted at the same time?”

Castiel kisses him but he keeps it gentle, soft. It’s hot, because it’s them and they apparently don’t have any other setting, but he tries to convey with the press of his lips that they’re kissing right now, not getting ready for something else. Dean tenses for a minute and then melts into it, mouth softening under Castiel’s.

They stay there for a few minutes, taking soft breathes of air in between kisses. Eventually Castiel pulls away. Dean stays where Castiel left him and presses his lips together, his eyes opening slowly.

“What do you want from me?” He says, barely above a whisper.

“I just want to be with you,” Castiel says and pulls Dean into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down Dean’s back while Dean burrows into Castiel’s shoulder. “I want you to feel like you can always be yourself with me, that you don’t feel the need to perform, to play a part to get me to stay.”

Dean tenses. Castiel gives him a squeeze and then pulls back so he can see Dean’s face. Dean won’t meet Castiel’s eyes.

“Look at me, Dean?” Castiel says, making sure that he doesn’t command it. When Dean finally drags his eyes up to meet Castiel’s, he says, “I want you. I want you with every fiber in my being, but tonight I just want to hold you. I’m not ready for more, right now. But when we’re both ready —“ Castiel palms Dean through his jeans, rubs his thumb across Dean’s crotch just so and watches heat flood Dean’s face as his lashes flutter, “you won’t be able to think about anything else but where our bodies touch and how good it feels.” Castiel slides his hand back up Dean’s side and cups his face.

“Tease,” Dean says, voice hoarse.

“Maybe,” Castiel says, blushing a bit at his own daring for a second. “But I promise I’ll be worth it.”

Dean kisses him.

#this one and the new hampshire one are starting to feel like they'll eventually get made in Real Fics when this is over #but we'll see #also i have no idea if they ever gave cas a canon birthday #but for today's purposes #his birthday is august 23rd :) #because i had to make a cheesy astrology joke lmao #my fic #spn #tea prompts

[randomlyritchie]

Notes on Fasting

Sooo, one night I was praying & venting out my frustrations to God. When I was done, I opened up my phone & saw a man talking about fasting. Let me just be very honest & tell you that your girl right here is not all about fasting. It has nothing to do with a lack a food. Fasting is not always about giving up food. It’s just about giving up something & committing that time to God. When I was younger, our church used to have a fast that we would call P.U.S.H. This stood for ‘Pray Until Something Happens.’ This is where I first learned that fasting does not always mean turning down your plate. We were required to give up something that we liked & replace it with time with God.

I think what lead me away from fasting was the fact that I started to feel like I would fail at it. I can remember reading this book in my early 20s about fasting from dating (I mean, it wasn’t really a fast as I just wasn’t dating anyway). But it was like you were supposed to close yourself down for 6 months & be ‘under construction’ in an attempt to be rebuilt & ready for your husband. Even writing this makes me cringe. Not because I don’t think that some of that principle is true. But me, my friend, & I’m sure many other Christian women thought this was just going to bring us our Prince. The author was on Oprah, so it was pretty big. I just don’t really care for single books all that much anymore. I just don’t think that women should be sooo focused on seeking out a man. You have to wait for God’s timing…& no one really knows when this is. It’s been about 20 years now…& I’m still not married. At the time, 6 months just seemed like too long to do what I felt was required. I honestly think it was that experience that made me feel like I was bad at fasting. Because looking back, I fasted a couple of times after that. But every time I think about fasting, I always go back to that time period in my mind & don’t want to do it.

The thing is, I want to grow more with God. I decided that instead of taking on some huge fasting goal, I would start small. I decided to fast from my phone for 1 hour. In this time, I had to be praying, reading my Bible, or writing to God. If I went longer than an hour, that was fine. It just had to be an hour at the very least. Last night, I fell asleep before eating dinner, so I decided that this morning would be perfect. No food & no phone until I did an hour with God. I’m proud to say that I did it. And I want you to know that in the midst of it, something even went haywire at my place. It just made me feel like it was the forces of darkness trying to come for me because I was winning the fasting battle. I had to stop to make a call to report the issue… but I still prayed through it all. I still made my hour. I think it’s important to spend time with God to really seek him on life. Because this life can be one big illusion & it’s so easy to get caught up in the wrong way of thinking.

I know that what I am fasting for right now is wisdom & strength. I feel like we are going into a new year & I just want to know how to proceed. There are also questions that I don’t necessarily have the answers for. I need God to show me what the right decision is. I need God’s strength just to get through my life. To have better faith. To be able to do the things He wants me to do. To have a greater discernment. I’m kind of at this place where I don’t exactly know what to pray for, or what to want. What’s real & what is illusion? I just need to know how to move forward. I’m not saying that I will fast everyday. But I definitely at least want to strive for once a week. I just want to get the most out of my life as I can. I just want God to get all the use out of me that He’s supposed to. So, I hope this can help me. For me, a lot of what I do is just to be able to complete the journey before me. These spiritual practices are to strengthen me to be my best self. If you would like to try fasting, start small. I would also say to come from a pure place as well. There are many places where people are made to feel like they need to have this transactional relationship with God. I’m not gonna say, it’s not about getting something from Him. But having a pure, surrendered heart will make it easier to see where you are truly supposed to be. 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

[desafinado]

Hello!! I just came across your blog and I really love it here. Congrats on your 50-follower milestone!! That’s amazing! I would like to request HC pls!

I’m a bi INFJ, I am 167 cm tall and quite active. On the outside, I am someone who always appears as outspoken but I just enjoy making people feel comfortable around me and I am quite quiet to outsiders. I tend to be socially anxious and worry about how I come across to others.

I am not someone who trusts others easily and I am extremely private about personal matters. There’s only less than a handful of friends that I openly express how much they mean to me and give the friendship my all and a lot of my attention. I am also an emotional person who is very passionate about things I’m into, like genshin, volleyball, martial arts, books, anime, stars etc.

My love languages are physical affection, quality time and acts of service. In a relationship I look for people who are honest, and don’t beat around the bush when it comes to issues as I don’t like drama and having to guess what I did wrong. I also prefer if they are kind, considerate, open-minded, empathetic and enjoy helping people like I do.

Thank you and congrats again on reaching 50 followers!!!

thoma ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ﾟ ♡ ﾟ｡

thoma noticed how outspoken you were and was very much impressed with it, but the moment someone actually approached you, you sorta just faltered.

he took it upon himself to make you feel comfortable like how you make those around you feel comfortable. will also def be the type to praise you!!

the softest cuddles with him… and all the dogs and cats he’s made friends with.

also absolutely cannot put up with drama, because his life is chaotic as it is. he’ll tell you some gossip now and then that’s hes overheard in the city, but only lighthearted ones.

will bake you your favorite pastries or cook your favorite whenever he notices you being a bit down. is just generally very good at reading your emotions.

you also teaching him martial arts, because what’s cooler than a malewife girlboss head servant that also kicks ass (its really just for self-defense but the former is good).

beach picnic dates with said pastries and food, as well as a few rounds of volleyball (he insists he’s letting you win, but he’s never won so now what).

you can absolutely trust him with your secrets/private matters and even trust him even more to give very sound and genuinely helpful advice! and if he can’t, you can count on the company and comfort he provides.

will also tell you quite honestly, but gently, if he feels like you could do something more!

he only wants to see you become the best version of yourself, whether that’s with or without him. he obviously hopes he’s apart, but you have his loyalty either way.

50 followers celebration rules here!!

note: i have nothing to say, thoma, my love. thoma is just truly one of the best partner (realistically sjfsdkfjd) i love him sm, i wish he was real he'd be such a cool dude. hope you enjoyed!

#thoma #airi.celebrates50! #my love fr #id love to be his friend irl #also his eng va #all the filo vas i love them actly

[f1nalboys]

Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized! 

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[edenmemes]

ghost of tsushima starters

❝ promise you’ll remain the good man i know. ❞   ❝ only fools have no fear of death. ❞   ❝ i am very much alive. but my patience is dying. ❞   ❝ i’ll make sure you are remembered. as a great warrior...a wise leader. ❞   ❝ the strength we need is all around us. ❞   ❝ the past cannot hurt you. ❞   ❝ this whole journey, and i never asked your name. ❞   ❝ fear drives you to be stronger. fight harder. ❞ ❝ sometimes...our only choice is to walk away from everything we know ❞ ❝ we do what we must. that is why you and i are both survivors. ❞ ❝ i can do good! i just...need practice. ❞ ❝ may your next life be more peaceful than this one. ❞ ❝ i knew it was too good to be true. ❞ ❝ i'll see what i can do. but if you’re lying to me... ❞ ❝ you’re too comfortable with that power. ❞ ❝ don’t ever try to kill me again. ❞ ❝ turn your back on a foe...and you will die with a sword stuck in it. ❞ ❝ youre not slipping away that easily. ❞ ❝ just stay closed. keep your sword sheathed. and let me do the talking. ❞ ❝ the things i saw still haunt my nightmares. ❞ ❝ i dont even know if you're real. ❞ ❝ victories don’t have to feel good. ❞   ❝ killing your own family...it’s harder than you could ever imagine. ❞   ❝ it’s safer for everyone if i just disappear. ❞   ❝ next time, leave some glory for the rest of us. ❞   ❝ peace doesn’t always come quietly. ❞   ❝ some people respond to kindness. others require a glimpse of steel. ❞ ❝ i am nothing if not honest. ❞ ❝ stop using people, and start thinking about how you can help them. ❞ ❝ you’ve had your vengeance. don’t stand in the way of mine. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do it alone. ❞ ❝ not all words need to be spoken. ❞   ❝ there is time yet for revenge. i will savour their cries of pain when that time comes. ❞ ❝ i have learned to love the cool, damp dark. ❞ ❝ the last thing i saw was faces filled with hatred, rage... ❞ ❝ you didn’t think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you? ❞ ❝ we will celebrate when this is all over. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with you? one moment we stand shoulder-to-shoulder, the next you’re ready to cross blades. ❞ ❝ a warrior learns from their mistakes, or they are buried by them. ❞ ❝ remember your training...and never leave my side. ❞ ❝ well...i guess this is goodbye. ❞ ❝ your visions will grow worse, driving you to madness and death. ❞ ❝ i can only pretend for so much longer. i’m not like these people and never will be. ❞ ❝ i loved you all my life, but i could never work up the courage to tell you. ❞ ❝ the proud do not last, and the mightiest of us perish like dust before the wind. ❞ ❝ you’re a vision of mercy. ❞ ❝ not bad, but only half-good. ❞ ❝ we make a good team, don’t we? ❞ ❝ an archer’s aim relies not on eyes...but on body, mind, and spirit. ❞ ❝ this is my fight. i don’t need your weapon. ❞ ❝ being right doesn’t always make things better. ❞ ❝ there is nothing easier than to prey upon the vanity of ambitious men. ❞ ❝ you weren’t looking so good. i let you rest. ❞ ❝ your intentions this time were...better than usual. ❞ ❝ what are you not telling me? ❞ ❝ trouble sticks to you like shit on rice. ❞ ❝ it’s strange being back after so many years...everywhere i look brings back memories. ❞ ❝ only a child expects perfection of their elders. ❞ ❝ when this is all over, what will you do? ❞ ❝ you are ruled by your emotion. ❞ ❝ is this how you want to be remembered? ❞ ❝ perhaps great men share all the aspects of their lessers, but more. great wisdom, but even greater cruelty. ❞ ❝ i cannot imagine the burden a leader like you must bear. ❞ ❝ our greatest enemies are the greatest teachers. ❞ ❝ death’s shadow embraces me. hand in hand we walk. ❞ ❝ breathe. you can’t fight if you hold your breath. ❞ ❝ i know you well enough by now, my friend. ❞ ❝ i can’t go back...to what i was. before this. ❞ ❝ i hope you one day forgive me for the choice i made. ❞ ❝ the wounds you dealt my spirit will never heal. ❞ ❝ why did you turn away from me? ❞ ❝ if you can keep moving forward, so can i. ❞ ❝ it’s a bad idea to sneak up on me. ❞ ❝ promise me something. don’t become like me. ❞ ❝ let me undo the damage i’ve done. ❞ ❝ ...and you want me to clean up your mess. ❞ ❝ the path ahead may take a lifetime, but i will walk it with you. always. ❞ ❝ whatever you believe i’ve become, i will always be your family. ❞ ❝ i wouldn’t be here without you. ❞ ❝ i’ll hunt you past the horizon if i must. ❞ ❝ can i count on you to do what needs to be done? ❞ ❝ that’s over now. you’re here. with me. ❞ ❝ i thought i’d lost you, i should’ve known you’d never give up. ❞ ❝ you can’t continue down this path. ❞ ❝ be careful. demons are everywhere and they fear nothing. ❞ ❝ corpses can’t answer questions. ❞ ❝ you deserve greater respect than this. ❞ ❝ it’s just like the stories my father told me. ❞ ❝ what you become tomorrow is your choice. ❞ ❝ just ask the last man who questioned my sincerity. you’ll find his head covered in flies out back. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t have lied. i still would have helped you. ❞ ❝ we came this far. we’re not turning back now. ❞ ❝ how do we survive if we don’t trust each other? ❞ ❝ without my help, the fear and pain will overwhelm you. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, we don’t retreat. ❞ ❝ the stories are true. i’ve never seen anyone fight like you. ❞ ❝ see how the enemy fear you? you are a true warrior. ❞ ❝ you want to share a drink...with me? ❞ ❝ maybe you should’ve just ran away. like you always do. ❞ ❝ good people have nothing to fear from me. ❞ ❝ your promises are just like you. worthless. ❞ ❝ as you wish, since you asked so sweetly. ❞ ❝ i know better than to argue. ❞ ❝ i hope i can find quiet places like this one, untouched by war. ❞ ❝ we grew up together, but you threw it all away. ❞ ❝ it was so chaotic. i felt you grip my wrist and then nothing. ❞ ❝ desperation can bring out the demon in the best of men. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to leave without you, but...i can’t stay. i hope you understand. ❞ ❝ a grown man, and you still can barely sit still. ❞ ❝ and i heard you had no sense of humor! ❞ ❝ knowing and doing are different. ❞ ❝ trouble follows me everywhere. ❞ ❝ indulging violence weakens the warrior...like too much food or drink. ❞ ❝ i can always tell when you want to ask me something. out with it. ❞ ❝ i am proud to fight beside you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t nurse you back to health to watch you throw your life away. ❞ ❝ all i want...all i need is to start a new life. ❞ ❝ look twice and shoot once. ❞ ❝ i think they’re afraid of you. you can be...intimidating.. ❞ ❝ you don’t even try to hear me. it’s like talking to a stone. ❞ ❝ so you try to kill me? have you lost your mind? ❞ ❝ you’ve sacrificed everything. for revenge. ❞ ❝ we can’t let anger consume us. or blind us to our friends. ❞ ❝ there is only one way this ends. ❞ ❝ i gave you everything. and you threw it away. ❞ ❝ do not question my integrity again. ❞ ❝ your father would be proud. ❞ ❝ the worst one can do is take advantage of their own people. ❞ ❝ you follow trouble. you should ask yourself why.  ❞ ❝ some of my favourite memories happened at this place. ❞ ❝ i told you this was a bad idea! ❞ ❝ keep fighting. we need people like you. ❞ ❝ are you the one who finally kills me? ❞ ❝ a warrior’s most important weapon is themself. lose control, and you risk defeat. ❞ ❝ first, get some rest. this is killing you. ❞ ❝ see that? i told you. there’s always hope. ❞ ❝ i hope the skills i gained through hardship can be of use to the people here. ❞ ❝ you have skill...but you nearly died rushing into battle. ❞ ❝ in the midst of battle, true leaders must stay rooted, stand firm. ❞ ❝ every time i get in a mess like this, i’m as scared as the time before. ❞ ❝ don’t be the next to disappoint me. ❞ ❝ save what we can, but know that everything passes away. ❞ ❝ i hope you understand, this is just a job. ❞ ❝ that’s a sad way to look at the world. ❞ ❝ seeing you like that...i’m still shaken up. ❞ ❝ sit with me a moment. ❞ ❝ doubt and indecision have destroyed armies. ❞ ❝ it’s so painful to...see you weighed down by sadness. ❞ ❝ on the slim chance some good comes of this...lead the way. ❞ ❝ you fought well, but we’re finished. ❞ ❝ the warrior’s mind is quiet but alive, like rustling bamboo. ❞ ❝ i’ve trained with a blade since i could walk. ❞ ❝ the visions...they’re still happening. ❞ ❝ in our world, being intimidating isn’t a bad thing. ❞ ❝ you have a talent. it’s time you use it, for the sake of our land. ❞ ❝ i've tried to teach you all i know...but you act more like a poet than a warrior. ❞ ❝ your path leads to madness and death. ❞ ❝ that’s twice you saved my life. ❞ ❝ these people stay because they believe in you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t choose this life. it was my only option. ❞ ❝ you came at me like i was your mortal enemy. almost broke my arm! ❞ ❝ i could use your help...in the fight ahead. ❞ ❝ you can be a little rough, but you have a good heart. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to kill you, stop! ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? afraid i’ll get more famous than you? ❞ ❝ war brings out who we truly are. ❞ ❝ take care where you place your faith. ❞ ❝ you seem lost in thought. ❞ ❝ i was getting tired of waiting for you. ❞ ❝ without my wisdom, you will lose your soul to madness. ❞ ❝ peace is an unattainable dream...but a dream worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ i’ve killed a thousand men. every death was sweet. ❞ ❝ what is the point of prayer when we are doomed? ❞ ❝ you’re like your father in more ways than you know. ❞ ❝ if you want my respect, earn it. ❞ ❝ and how many wars have you fought? ❞ ❝ you’re quite the butcher with that sword. ❞ ❝ people who sow chaos must be punished. ❞ ❝ i can’t help but wonder if you enjoy the violence. ❞ ❝ i kill only to protect our people. i think about that every time i reach for my sword. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry if my lack of skill offends. ❞ ❝ it’s the first time in days i haven’t felt like i was about to die. ❞ ❝ you fought like an animal...or a demon! ❞ ❝ there’s nothing more painful to me than a perfect bow...ineptly used. ❞ ❝ victory is won by warriors, not weapons. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t leave you to die. ❞ ❝ i made my choices. even knowing what they’ve cost me, i’d make them again. ❞ ❝ when’s the last time you slept or ate? ❞ ❝ you don’t get to give up. this land needs you. ❞ ❝ oh you pretend we are different, but we fight for the same thing. ❞ ❝ there are still places of beauty to remind us of what truly matters. ❞ ❝ true mastery begins where individual ego ends. ❞ ❝ a warrior faces danger with courage and resolve. this is how they endure. ❞ ❝ those stories...they're not entirely true. ❞ ❝ even the youngest warrior needs a full belly and a rested sword-arm. ❞ ❝ bad men are good at hiding their true natures. ❞ ❝ there is nothing left for me here. my hope is lost. ❞ ❝ i did what i had to. for you. ❞ ❝ forgive my manners. i spent all my time alone. ❞ ❝ is that any way to greet a visitor? ❞ ❝ if you continue down this path...you’ll be no better than the enemy. ❞ ❝ i am grateful for the times we share...but, i always want more. ❞ ❝ you lived your life in a castle. it made you soft. ❞ ❝ i used to know what i fought for... ❞ ❝ face them as a warrior with honour. not a monster. ❞ ❝ i don’t take lives, but i am not a coward. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i’ve crossed a line. ❞ ❝ you can’t expect everyone to understand what you’re doing, or why. ❞ ❝ your methods were brutal...impulsive...without honour. ❞ ❝ there’s plenty to fear without worrying about folktales. ❞ ❝ i hope you’ll find peace again soon. ❞ ❝ you do what you need to survive. and yet you despise others for doing the same. ❞ ❝ is that your excuse? your reason to kill? ❞ ❝ we have to keep pushing. even if it costs us our lives. ❞ ❝ cowards without honour deserve no mercy. ❞ ❝ i’ll fight beside you until the end. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, your forgiveness won’t change who i am. ❞ ❝ why should we settle for scraps when we deserve to be legends? ❞ ❝ only cowards strike from the shadows. ❞ ❝ the proud do not endure. the greatest of us fall in the end. ❞ ❝ perhaps some good will come of this. ❞   ❝ you will see nothing but death to the end of your days. ❞ ❝ legacy is more than a name. ❞ ❝ im sorry. i know what it means to lose family. ❞ ❝ one day we'll escape the endless wheel of suffering. ❞ ❝ is that a 'thank you'? ❞ ❝ i know what it means to be hunted. ❞ ❝ you personify fury and regret. ❞ ❝ that's all right. i want to hear you dig your own grave. ❞ ❝ either way, we’ve got nothing to lose. ❞ ❝ i’ve done what i can. the rest is up to you. ❞ ❝ forgive me, but you look fatigued. have you endured much hardship? ❞    ❝ i hope you find true honour in your next life. ❞ ❝ you deserve nothing less than death. ❞ ❝ this is foolish. surrender, and you can live. ❞ ❝ i too have pride in family. and i know what it’s like to live in their shadow. ❞ ❝ you were gone so long, i knew you were in trouble. ❞ ❝ so many of us here owe you our lives. ❞ ❝ what's wrong? what did they do to you? ❞   ❝ you’re lucky to be alive. ❞ ❝ i know your language. your traditions. your beliefs. which village to tame and which to burn. ❞   ❝ i cannot lose you again. ❞   ❝ i don’t seek revenge. but i will fight for peace. ❞   ❝ we will meet again soon. until then...travel safely. ❞   ❝ this is war --- not a test. ❞ ❝ we can save our home together. it doesn’t have to be like this. ❞ ❝ fear is a weapon. don’t let them use it against you. ❞

#rp meme #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #long post for ts /

[natsukitakama]

Headcanon : From friend to boyfriend

Author note : I’ve got nothing to say I’m fucking loser just enjoy it ♡ For my page setting I got the inspire from two blogs @/tokrev-roses and @/Tokyo-fukushu (go to see them they’re incredible they make such a wonderful jobs ♡ and if you guys saw it well I didn’t mention you because I didn’t want to bother you 👉🏻👈🏻) I didn’t know if it would work but I tried. 

Warning : Swearing - mention of fight - child it might be dangerous to be a thug so don’t do it I guess ?

Masterlist

Manjiro Sano - 佐野 ( さの ) 万次郎

I can see him dating his childhood friend, I mean the man actually likes them protecting them ? He would even get extra attention if he is dating you so why don’t give it a shot ?

Obviously your relationship didn’t start like this (I mean not entirely)

You were living quite close to him I mean like on his neighborhood and one day you just saw him walking around probably getting back from school. A lollipop in his mouth, his hand behind his head the little boy was walking as if he was ruling the city (he might but you haven’t known yet), as a child you were kinda curious to know him since he seemed to be around your own age.

So you walked to start a conversation with him, as expected the little boy was pretty chill about everything so it was easy to talk with. You two talks about everything and anything at the same time until the little boy’s tummy was yelling for foods, laughing at his state you decided to buy him something since he was your very first friends.

After asking him what he wanted you moved into a Konbini

That you discover that his favourite was Taiyaki and Dorayki

You two started to hang on frequently (every day to be honest, each time he saw you leaving school he either ran into you or yelled to go home with him). People sorting to think that you two were in love with each other even though you both claimed that you were friends (even part of the same crew).

You even started to go into the same martial class as Baji, knowing it was his grandfather ruling everything, so you could spend more time with your new friends and get to know him more.

He never failed to amaze you, and took great pleasure of doing so many techniques just to see you getting all impressed.

He also enjoys seeing you working hard to do the same techniques he does previously

Two buddies.

That was your label for a long time until you started to notice your own reaction around him.

It was pretty silly at first. When he was too close to you, you felt your cheeks coloured in red. When he was smiling at you you couldn’t help but smile at him too, you discovered you were weak for his pouty face. Also whenever he was touching you (brushing his hand at yours or even touching like when he is taking your wrist to look at him so he would pout to have his precious Dorayaki he was craving for).

Honestly you just thought that you were starting to be a fan or something which was a little bit embarrassing.

But nothing to be worried about

Then, You’ve started to feel that it was maybe more than just a friendship or at least you were loving him more than you should.

You realized one day that you were in love with him, when he decided to kick your bullies’ ass without telling you. Like you once told him about those teenagers who were bullied you and that you’ll work even more harder so you could kick their ass. But it wasn’t on Mikey’s taste like all he heard was « Y/N is in danger I must protect them » and so did he. He walked into your school looking for those bastards.

Once he found them it was already over for them, he quickly kicked them off and as expected they weren’t as strong as they thought they were just in groups. What he didn’t expect, was you looking at him beating the shit out of your bullies.

The way he was beating each of them, how he was easily taking them down, the way he was fighting for you to protect you. It was the last thing you needed to fall deeply in love with him.

Even if he was still a little boy, his aura was quite something from behind (though he is quite small) he looked like an adult. A true leader.

You couldn’t think more about it because he turns in head into your direction raising his brow « what are you doing ? Let’s go I’m hungry y/n » he then smiled at you.

During your walk into the closest Konbini he was acting as if he didn’t previously fight against teenagers while still being well a little boy. You two were as usual talking about everything and anything until you found the shop, then he proceed to whine about not having money to buy Taiyaki or Dorayki.

Since you couldn’t refuse anything at him when he was all pouting you proceeded to buy his favourite foods

But being the young baby you were you didn’t understand that all the feelings you were feeling, how you cheeks tend to be red around him, how nervous you were when you walked together, how worried you were sometimes when you saw him his covering with some bloods (even though you knew it wasn’t his).

It took you one year to actually understand that you fell in love with him, and that you might screw your relationship because of that.

In fact when you finally aged up to go into junior high school, you started to have other friends than Mikey (it doesn’t mean you didn’t talk to him anymore quite the contrary). And those friends were particularly interested on one thing « crush ».

You’ve never heard about crush before, I mean you were aware of the attraction between two people but as a child you weren’t interested in him especially since your close friends (Mikey for exemple) didn’t give a damn about it, so you did the same.

Talking with those new friends made you realized that you had a crush on your best friends

Things started to get weird between you two

Cause whenever Mikey was around too and a little bit too close to you, you started to freak out afraid that he might discover your secret. So you tried your best to be a little bit distant with him

Which honestly broke his little heart, he kept wondering « why Y/N isn’t walking with me anymore ? » Why aren’t we sharing foods anymore »

It didn’t help that he started to really miss you, and was craving for well, attention from you

He never realized it but he was craving for your praise or approval. Like whenever you were sipping over him being so cool, he couldn’t help but to flex his chest with a smirk looking at Draken (as if he didn’t give a shit about your praise)

Also he was starting to feel a little bit nervous ? Everytime you were riding his bike and put your hand around his chest or waist for support he couldn’t help but feel nervous and relax at the same time.

One time when you were daydreaming as Mike was driving you home after school, you nuzzled your head on the crook on his neck. Smelling his smell, and his warmth you were starting to feel sleepy. You didn’t notice it, but when you put your head on his neck he started to shiver, his ears were a little bit red too, his heart was beating like hell.

He didn’t expect you to get so comfortable around him, but was he concerned ? Absolutely not, he even enjoyed it knowing you were so good with him

But then it happens, he started to dream about you. Every night he didn’t spend on thinking about his brother and what he could do to protect him, prevent his death, his night was decimated to you.

One time you two were driving together talking about everything, on other time you two were sharing some foods on the beach his hand around your waist as you were putting your head on his shoulder.

He even once dreamt about you two kissing, like you were on a picnic date together he did some funny face to make you laugh and just feel it. He wanted to kiss you, and being the blunt guy he is he just put his hand on your cheeks and then kiss you. To his surprise you hug him as one of your hand moved to his hair so you could kiss him more.

He woke up that night his face all read, his index on his lips (as if he could still taste your lips on his).

Those dreamt kept coming again and again

So he knew something was wrong so he talked to Draken who just looked at him as is he was dumbest man of the world « Mikey you’re just in love with Y/n »

What do you mean just in love ? He was the god damn leader of a gang, he was Mikey the invicible and yet he falls in love.

How he wishes his brother was still here to help him

Because he didn’t any idea how to handle this ?

The real issue according to Draken was to know if you were interest in such relationships especially since you two know each other since you were a child. They were a probability according to him that you weren’t interested on him but according to his sister Emma they were a high probability that you were in fact into him. She couldn’t prove it though.

It took him so many days until one day he had enough, he just wanted to talk about it so he could dream peacefully. No one knows about his « weird » dream and honestly he couldn’t take the risk of Draken knowing about it he wouldn’t see the end of it

So one day he just drives into your school and was waiting for you, to be sure that you won’t avoid him pretending of not seeing him. He parks right into of the gate and was making so noise with his bike. Everything so you would notice him.

Of course you saw him, and since he looked straight into your eyes, you knew you will go home with him (not that it bothers you quite contrary but it was starting to be more and more difficult to keep a straight face around him)

So you didn’t try to escape or anything afraid he might be sad or worst angry against you, and you moved behind him on his bike so he could drive you.

Much to your surprise, he wasn’t driving you home, in fact he was driving into that forest where he kissed you in his dream (something told him he must go here to succeed so). Which was starting to confuse you like where were you going ?

Knowing when he got something in mind you couldn’t fight you just decided to wait until he would park to confront him about it.

But again you couldn’t manage to say anything, as soon as he parked his bike he was already walking into that spot the one he saw in his dream to confess. So you had no choice but to follow him knowing you couldn’t get home until he decided so

When you two reached the spot Mikey was looking for, he finally turned into your direction looking right at you.

He looked very serious, he got that face you know ? The one he got when he was ruling a Toman’s meeting. You got Mikey the invisible in front of you, and even if you were used to see him leading you still were surprised (and a little bit scared) when you were confronting the leader and not your childhood friends.

Unconsciously you gulped which Mikey noticed and couldn’t help but chuckled a little bit

« You know it’s not funny to make fun of me Mikey »

« You’re just too tensed it’s funny »

« No it’s not *sigh* you’re just so serious right now what’s happening ? »

« Are you afraid of me y/n ? »

« Uh ? What are you talking about of course not »

« Then why are you avoiding me so much ? »

« I-I’m not I just »

« Don’t lie to me Y/N »

« I’m not I swear I’m not avoiding you Mikey I just got so many things in mind I-i’m sorry if I hurt you in anyway » (of course you couldn't just straightly tell him that you weren't seeing him as much as before because your heart decided to beat like a damn drummer each time you were closed to him)

« Well that’s good then »

« Good ? »

« Yeah I couldn’t scare the person I love it wouldn’t make sense »

« (…) Wait what ? »

Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you’re face was all read you didn’t even notice you high-pitched voice.

All you notice was Mikey holding his stomach with both of his hands, laughing so loudly tears rolling on his chest, his smile was so big.

Damn, I wish I could see him more like this was all you could think at that moment

When he finally calmed himself he just looked at you smiling and proceed to repeat himself « You hear me y/n I’m in love with you »

Before you could even realized, you ran into his chest holding him for dear life. As Mikey didn’t expect you to literally jump into his arm he couldn’t managed to catch and to keep his balance at the same time, so you just ended up laying on the floor, you on the top of him. He didn’t mind though, having you close to him relax him more than he could realize.

As you were mumbling something against his chest, he didn’t have any choice but to stand up a little bit while holding you so you two could be face to face. He then asks you to repeat yourself so he could hear you two.

« I love you too Mikey »

« *chuckle* Guess we’re dating each other now »

He didn’t kiss you that but he promised himself to do things like his dream, he wasn’t worried anymore he got you by his side.

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[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

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[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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