#and thought he was gonna win the calendar over him

[hauntedpearl]

nov 5 is anniversary dinner at the winchester household but it's like..no one talks about it. everyone gets together but they pretend like it's because it's just. you know. a regular coincidence! we're just hanging out! we didn't even look at the calendar! they're all laughing too loud and forcing jokes and being overly casual about it.

dean gets real quiet when there's a break in conversation or when he's alone. cas gets this look in his eyes like he's not where he is. if they can't bear to be separated on the day, well. no one has to know. or even if they do, no one mentions it. so they eat one handed and they hold hands under the table until their knuckles are turning white and they're just standing pressed together when they're supposed to be doing the dishes and they DON'T talk because they still can't figure out how to sometimes and today is definitely the day that is sometimes. and if they get hugged extra tight when everyone leaves, well. they don't mention it. they're grateful but they don't talk about it.

the first year, it's almost a wake in the house. well, there was no house then, but there was the bunker, and it was home. but yes. it was almost a wake, disguised as a celebration. they'd all crowded around the map table, sitting in chairs and on the surface and trading stupid stories and playing boardgames and throwing scrabble tiles at each other because that's not a fucking word, dean and then even when they'd tired of the act, they just sort of sat together and drank and said nothing like it was agreed upon beforehand that they weren't gonna let dean and cas be alone and dean had been so grateful he didn't know what to do with it. it was like this grief wasn't supposed to be there, you know? but it was. it was. and there was no ignoring it. but you couldn't let it drown you so you did what you could.

the year after that is more of the same, though the house had emptied before midnight . and yes there was a house by then. and a porch swing and deck chairs and kitchen windows and her gardens and retirement, even though dean didn't think he'd ever get used to the taste of that word in his mouth. dean woke up that year with a pit in his stomach and he'd panicked because cas wasn't there, cas wasn't touching him, cas was gone , gone, gone, but then he'd blinked his eyes open to see that cas had just curled away from him in the night, was still here, sleeping, soft and open mouthed, and dean could touch him without straightening the bend in his elbow and he did and he tugged until they were pressed together again and he'd closed his eyes and sighed. cas went somewhere far away during the day, and dean thought he was going to suffocate in the house because he didn't know how to bring him back, to make him aware of the ground under his feet. but then his family was there, filing into the house somewhere around noon, in groups of twos and threes. they brought food and wine and movies and they pulled at the arms of the men who'd turned hollow-eyed until something like light slipped back into them.

it's the third year now, and the dishes are drying on the rack and the house is emptied of its guests and the quiet is just a little bit more bearable than it was the year before but somehow that feels like enough, because dean's not drowning and neither is cas, even if the water pulls at their legs, and that's a damn win in his book. dean checks the locks on the doors and the windows of his house and brings cas an afghan, drapes it over his shoulders, pulls him close until he's lying back against dean's chest on the couch. and they turn on the tv and it's the kind of shitty programming that comes on when it's after halloween and not yet christmas and it's pushing 2 am on the oven clock, but it's good white noise, and sometimes cas laughs and dean feels it against his chest, in his bones, and he thinks that's all it's about anyway. that laugh's kind of the point of everything. so he sighs and hooks his chin on Cas' shoulder and doesn't say how scared he is, sometimes, even now, or how he doesn't want to close his eyes tonight, because he's not sure what he'll wake up to tomorrow and doesn't say that there's something stinging the back of his eye even if there's no reason for it. instead he just slips his fingers through Cas' and buries his nose in cas ' hair and breathes. and well, isn't that a miracle.

#nov 5th FEELINGS POSTING #is this fic it's not it's a headcano. #headcanon #destiel #IM SORRY #doe is talking again #IM SORRY BC IDK WHAT IM DOING

[woneuntonzz]

ᯓ★ 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

💿 ; uh-oh... did he really forget your special day?

ot7 idol!riize x afab!reader ( 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 .ᐟ )

📨 requested by anon !! ≈

contains: fluff, cussing, vv light-hearted (i think), some are funny —i tried

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shotaro - “the cold never bothered me anyway~”

When he got home from dance practice, he was exhausted like he'd always be after a long day of work, dragging himself along the considerable space of your apartment, and letting his body fall into the sheets. “Get up, your sweat is getting all over my sheets! I just changed that!” Your passive aggressiveness wasn't so passive anymore, and he'd bring himself to stand up. He just stood there, eyeing your figure pacing around the room. You finally looked into his lost eyes, “I'll change them for you.” he says.  You thought he had texted you earlier that day that he'll see you that night because he had a surprise, but his behavior could say otherwise. “Jerk.” “Wait, what did I do?” he tried to reach for your wrist, your soft hand. “Lovely?” Thankfully, the calendar was hung by the door, and when you slammed it with all the force you had, the calendar would fall. He picked it up and hung it back, then he saw the date. Shit. It even had a doodle of a little birthday cake on it. Your body was slumped on the couch, and suddenly you'd feel a pair of arms snaking down your body, both of which you pushed away but he persisted. “I'm sorry lovely, please let me make it up to you.” he had his face buried in your neck from behind, he left a little kiss, and an electrifying feeling.  The night would end up with the two of you in bed, getting all comfy and cuddled up, and for good measure, you made sure he wore the thing —the thing he seemed to despise so much and swore you'd never catch him wearing, ever— whilst you had a studio ghibli movie marathon, and of course before that you had to have a little photoshoot. “Pose for the camera Queen Elsa!” “This dress is a little itchy, did you even wash it?” “Did you even remember my birthday?” “Okay, sorry. You win." Still, he gives you the sweetest smile he could pull out, and at the end of the day you'd be all cuddled up in bed, the zipper of the dress he wore opened all the way so he could comfortably lie himself, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. He'd let you bury yourself into his warm embrace, placing a tender kiss on your forehead that lingered for long until he softly uttered, “I'm really sorry lovely, I shouldn't have forgotten, happy birthday.” “It's okay, I know you have a lot on your mind, you have a come back to prepare for after all.” Even with your serene voice, he'd still feel guilty for having forgotten your special day, and it would be the sweet sounds of your lips moving against each other in the same rhythm that'll relieve you both of the negativity.

eunseok - “open the door.”

He was feeling uneasy all day, but he had to hide it since he was in a fan meet —well, meeting fans. Behind all his smiles and heart poses, there was an itch in his brain he couldn't quite pick up on. Oh, right, my girlfriend's gonna be here —he'd skillfully and discreetly search for you within the crowds of fans. He knew he would have spotted you easily for being so fond of you, but you weren't there. Odd, he figured he should just wait for you to pop up next to one of his fansites. But the day has already ended and he still hasn't seen you.  Finally he got to check his phone. He'd finally caught up to the ant that crawled around in his mind. He tried messaging you a little, hi birthday girl —and with a cheeky expression on his face, he'd add, you're hotter than the flames on your birthday candles —you left him on read.  It was easy for him to explain that he had work, and you knew, because you said you were going to be in that fan meet. But unlike the last time where he greeted you happy birthday first thing in the morning, you pretty much concluded that he forgot. He did have plenty of time to greet you before the fan meet, so why didn't he? When they got back to the dorms, he made sure to call you as soon as he had locked himself up in his room. “I'm really sorry princess, I wish I could've seen you today, why didn't you come?” “I did… oh my God you don't love me anymore.” “NO, there's no way… I'm really sorry, step on me, use me, abuse me—” “I forgive you, stop.” Your laughter, filled his ears, and it was all he needed to hear. “And how bold of you to assume I had a birthday cake.” He'd laugh for a bit, then suddenly he'd reply with a stern voice. “Open the door.” “Are you outside?” He kept himself eerily quiet on the other side of the line. “Eunseok?” “No. But I got a cake delivered for you.” —it was a cake of your favorite character, and a little note was stuck to it, see? you're definitely hotter than your birthday candles (there's actually no candles lol the shop ran out :D).

sungchan - “good morning, baby.”

You were already used to your boyfriend's frequent absence, he is an idol after all, and despite that fact, your love for each other is inevitable. He was out of the country for a music video shooting, he had told you the full details, given you updates, and even promised to call you so in some way you could be with him whilst he explored around the tourist spots with his other group members.  It's 11:50 pm where you're at, where he was, he's probably working. You sighed, you had about ten minutes left before your birthday ended.  You sat on your bed, body pressed against your thighs, resting your head on your knees whilst you hugged them. You were all alone with your tiny projector, rewatching the episodes of the netflix series you had started with him, and promised to finish with him. You could almost feel his arms around you as you reminisced of the times when you two would just huddle against each other, him whispering sweet little nothings as you watched your shared favorite series. You'd never move onto the next episode without him, so before that new episode could start, you turned it off. You went back to your spot, still sitting up, blankly staring at the white space of your wall. His presence, his touch, his voice, it would all remain a wish as your eyes slowly shut themselves, filling your vision with darkness and guiding you to dreamland.  “...miss you… I love you so much… sorry…” —the sound of his voice, it was very close to your ears, but it sounded faint. You longed so much for him that you slept through it, thinking it was your dreams, because if it was you wouldn't want to wake up for a while.  Waking up, you'd feel trapped, trapped in… “Good morning, baby.” his arms.  You stared into his eyes, they were tired, but still they displayed affection, only for you.  You gently moved his arm, and as his hold on you loosened, you sat up to check the time, 12:00 pm. “Bambi? what are you doing here?” “We finished filming earlier yesterday.” he'd sit up too, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, very gently, he'd lay your head against his beating heart. “I kind of —forgot about your birthday.” he'd start caressing your hair. “I meant to call you before we got to the airport, but then I checked the time, you were already asleep.” You shifted yourself, laying your side against him. He'd trap you in his arms once again, holding you so close and tightly like he'd never want to let go of you.  You look up at him, unable to hold himself back, his lips would fall into yours, the warm sensations taking over as you drowned yourselves in each other's fervor. 

wonbin - “i forgot to feed my cat.”

“You give me the rest of your ice cream if he forgot.” “Bet.”  It was a music show day for RIIZE, work, as usual. Anton and Sohee bickering wasn't anything new, but them betting over something? Wonbin knew he'd fallen victim. “What are you two betting on?” The youngest two just stared at him, Anton bit his lip, holding back a smile. “Say Binnie, what day is it today?” “Tuesday?” —Sohee's mouth formed a little 'o' whilst Anton rolled his eyes, shoulders drooping down dramatically. “What? it's Tuesday.” “Wow, she should really stop with the princess treatment.” Wonbin only laughs at Anton's retort. “Happy Birthday Y/n.” Wonbin panicked at the mention of your name around staff, mainly his worry was at that, then, he realized. “Birthday?” “Aww, Binnie forgot.” Wonbin's mouth went agape, dismissing Sohee's teasing.  Wonbin shook his head, grabbing his phone that rested beside him on the waiting room sofa, he messages you, meet at the vending machine? :> You'd meet him by the vending machine, you had to bring along one of your own group members so as to not raise suspicion, while also pretending to be there for nothing more than a refresher.  “Happy birthday.” he quietly utters, as he reaches down to grab the soda from the dispensing slot. He'd give you the soda, and it had a little note on it.

i love you, i hope you never forget, like how i forgot your birthday :3 You saw him suppressing his laughter, he was lucky he's adorable, and you could never get mad at him since you were in the same line of work, it was easy for you to understand. But of course, being the best girlfriend you are, you'd give your fans a little tmi in your birthday live. “How's my pet cat? Well, Binnie forgot about my birthday, kinda hurts, but pets are pets. You don't feed them, they forget.” —he was watching when you said that, let's just say Sohee and Anton didn't keep very quiet.

seunghan - “i ate shinchan twice, wink, wink.”

The bright wave of sunlight was enough for you to tell that this day was going to be the best day of your life, and it would be for as long as your friends were around. They'd throw you a surprise birthday party and you'd spend the next twelve hours playing cards against humanity and being unhinged young adults trying your damndest not to get a noise complaint from your apartment neighbors. Despite the effects of your friends' urging to continue the night with some drinking, you'd refuse because you were expecting company later that night, him.  You hadn't changed from your birthday fit, it was in your favorite colors too. You kept it on, wanting to show it off to your boyfriend.  You expected a smiley Seunghan, running up to the couch to pick you up and spin you around, peppering kisses all over your face, but when he walked through the door, his head hung low. When he looked up and met your eyes, he could only let out a frail smile. You could see his exhaustion through his eyes.  He sat down on the couch, next to you, and laid his head atop of the couch's backrest, and his eyes fell on you, then on your lips. You knew what he needed, and so you planted a soft kiss on his lips, that would later turn into a heated one. You'd straddle his hips, “What were you up to today babe? you're looking a little too beautiful right now.” he uttered against your lips.  Your giggle would cause a ruckus in his heart. It was so delightful, yet he didn't foresee it. “What are you laughing at?” “My friends got me a shinchan cake, they told me to keep it all for myself, but I want to share it with you.” his slightly furrowed eyebrows would soon soften.  “Oh fuck, sorry, happy birthday babe.” he gives you another quick kiss. “I forgot I was supposed to buy you something.” “Well, what is it babe?” “Can't say, it's a surprise.” “What if…” you leaned in closer to his ear. “... you save that gift for my next birthday and give me something else tonight?” Seunghan was late to practice the next day. 

sohee - “birthday, yes. happy, never.”

Sohee woke up in a haze, not to be that kind of person, but he definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He still had his special mc duties though, so he was up and went on about his day. Well of course, every morning would never be complete without messaging his girlfriend, good morning bub :D But before you could reply, another message would follow shortly,

gonna be vv busy with m countdown todei, but i'll talk to u again as soon as i get off!! —you smiled. This alone was already the sweetest birthday present of all.  The thing is, it wasn't meant to be anything more than just the usual for Sohee. He'd proceed with his job, beaming at everyone and the cameras, elated, but only because he was looking forward to hearing your voice again towards the end of the day.  “I filmed a TikTok with Taeyong, I'm so happy.” —finally, he was able to talk to you again.  “I can tell.” you chuckled, looking at his smile through your phone screen.  You were happy too, but he seemed to have forgotten something.  “I filmed a TikTok too, do you want to see it?” “Yes! Is that even a question?” you shook your head, chuckling once more.  You showed him the video using your laptop. You held your phone close enough, flipping Sohee's view to the back cam, and he'd watch your TikTok wide-eyed. When the video was done, you flipped it back to the front cam, showing him your brazen smile. “Happy birthday bub, you're so hot.” You laughed. “You didn't forget, right?” “No, no!” You kept laughing, he definitely didn't forget, he's definitely not sweating buckets because you've caught him. “Okay, maybe I did —but you said in the video 'happy, never', you're happy, right? I can take a quick run to you right now.”  “I'm happy, I had fun with my friends today.” “That's so emo of you though, suddenly you beat me at my lip sync game, lip syncing to some emo ass audio, you can't even sing the lyrics to our songs.” “Excuse me?”  “Just kidding hehe, I love you and you're so hot.” He took that quick run to your place, and you'd add another video into your TikTok drafts. 

anton - “i'll ra-pa-pa-punch your face.”

He'd be woken up by Sungchan saying, “'Ton, we have a recording today, get up.” He'd groan softly, somehow still so worn out even after passing out for nearly eleven hours.  He sat up, still groggy. He checked for his phone, and the time, Already 9:00 am? —he'd go on about his morning routine, like usual. He got on the van with the other members, yawning like it was his last when he got it. He'd only be able to displace his drowsiness once he got out of the vehicle, scrolling on his phone. The date, recording day, and —suddenly he was wide awake. The boys were gathered around the control booth, listening to the demo of their next title track. “Oh, and Y/n will be the co-producer for this album.” The members spared Anton a glance, as if checking up on him.  When you got in the studio, you would be warmly welcomed by the boys, all but him. He acted like it was the very first time he'd meet you. To be fair, your relationship was a secret to everyone else, and you couldn't really be open about it at work, but he acted odd. He was a wee bit distant, and a lot more reserved. It wasn't your first time working with RIIZE either, so it was odd to say the least. At some point Wonbin would ask you, “Are you gonna beat up Anton?” because your smile would diminish when it was Anton's turn to record.  When it was time to say goodbye, the boys would greet you happy birthday in chorus, Anton would bow with them, but he didn't speak, even more of a reason for you to avoid his eyes until he left. You didn't want to think much of it, and so you continued to work, staying out late in the studio with the other producers, and you'd keep working till they left —though, they wouldn't leave without wishing you happy birthday and urging you to rest and celebrate at home, but you insisted.  You'd drift asleep, head propped on your fist. You were thinking, thinking of what could've gotten into Anton, why was he acting that way? “Happy Birthday love.” you almost jumped off of your seat, awakened by Anton's voice in the recording booth. “Was the door not locked? how did you get in there?”  “The door was quite unlocked, I'd say.” he uttered to the microphone. “And I kind of forgot your birthday —and the present I bought.” his eyes pointed towards the gift bag that rested on the floor next to you.  “Thank you Tony, but, you could've just told me. It's okay. I was worried about why you were ignoring me…” He rushed to answer when he saw your fleeting smile. “I just felt bad. I'm really sorry, it's stupid. I didn't want to approach you empty handed so I went back to the dorms to grab your present.” Your sudden laughter caught him off-guard. “I know, I know, it's embarrassing.” “No, no. I just can't believe you're still in there.” he was still in the recording booth, talking to you through the microphone input.  “Well, I also wanted to re-record my parts. I couldn't focus earlier because you were boring holes into my soul.” “Well, I'm sorry if YOU forgot my birthday.” “Chill, I was only joking, love.”

well this kinda sucked self-indulgence at its finest (pls don't bully me for almost making anton's into a whole ass fic hehe) ; 💿

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[bedsyandco]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓

✰ PAIRING — fem!reader x jack hughes

✰ SUMMARY — 3 times jack wanted to reach out after the breakup + 1 time he did

✰ WC — 1.16K

⌕ | one

“You coming?” Luke asks, looking over at his brother.

“Yeah, go ahead, I’ll be right there.” Jack says, and Luke gets out of the car, making his way into the restaurant. They were meeting their parents for dinner to celebrate the Devils’ round 1 win over the Rangers.

Jack still couldn’t fully believe what had happened tonight. They were playing in the playoffs, and he just won his first playoff series in their own arena. Against the Rangers of all teams. Jack knew they didn’t win anything big yet, but he couldn’t help but feel like this was still sticking it to those people who were calling him a bust just a season ago. 

Jack shakes his head, reminding himself that the only people whose opinions matter are sitting inside that restaurant right now waiting for him. They were the only people who never doubted him, who always believed in him and would’ve loved him regardless. And you.

And that’s why, despite the win tonight, there was still a little bit of disappointment in his gut. Because you weren’t here. You didn’t kiss him. Good luck before the game. You didn’t wear his jersey and sat in the crowd cheering your lungs out. You didn’t run to him as soon as he got out of the locker room and told him how proud you were of him.

He wasn't even sure if you watched the game at all, and that hurt him a lot more than he thought it would. Jack opens your contact and holds his thumb over the call button. He really wanted to call you, tell you to come home. That you guys could fix this. That he'd try harder and prioritise better. He'd treat you the way you deserve to be treated. 

He really wanted to reach out, but he didn't. 

-

⌕ | two

Jack stands in front of the fridge looking at the calendar. Today's date was circled in red, meaning something important was happening, but he couldn't remember what.

He stood there for a good 20 minutes trying to remember, even checking his phone to see if it's someone's birthday, but there was nothing. Jack just went on with his day, knowing that it would eventually come to mind.

And it did he saw your post on Instagram. There you were, standing in your cap and gown, smiling into the camera. You graduated today, and Jack missed it. Jack curses to himself, locking his phone and running his hand over his face.

If he had remembered sooner, he would've gone to the ceremony. He had already bought you a gift and picked out what suit he was gonna wear. This is exactly why the two of you broke up. Because Jack didn't have time to care about someone else.

All his focus was on himself and his career, and that had led to him neglecting you. Not loving you the way you deserved to be loved, constantly traveling, missing important events. Like this one.

Jack wanted to call you, tell you that he was sorry, that he would've shown up if he had remembered earlier. That he understood how important this was to you and that it was important to him as well. That he was proud of you.

He really wanted to reach out, but he didn't.

-

⌕ | three

Jack sat next to Luke, watching Brady trying to contain his emotions as he said his vows to Emma. It was hard to believe that Brady was getting married.

Jack shifts his attention to his older brother, standing up there, and Jack wonders what he's thinking. If he's thinking about his own wedding, or if he's feeling a bit more pressured to get married now that one of his best friends is.

Jack has never really thought about marriage, but sitting here looking at them, his thoughts were running away with him, and his mind couldn't help but go to you.

What your dress would look like. What color you'd want your bridesmaids dresses to be. What flavor cake you'd want. If you'd want a small or big ceremony. In Jersey or in Michigan. Where you'd go on your honeymoon. If he would cry. If you would cry. If your dad would walk you down the aisle and happily give him your hand in marriage, knowing that Jack would take care of you.

If his mom would cry tears of joy, knowing that you were too good for him and happy that you chose to be with him despite that fact. If he would be worthy of marrying you and be able to make you happy. Or would you end up divorcing in a few years anyway. Splitting your kids between two homes.

The sad thing is that Jack already knows most of those answers. You'd have a big but still intimate ceremony in Michigan. You both would cry, but he would probably cry more. Your bridesmaids' dresses would be red. Red velvet cake. You'd go to Greece on your honeymoon or Italy. Your dad would give Jack his blessing, knowing that you can take care of yourself.

His mom would cry tears of joy that she'd finally gotten the daughter she's always wanted. He would make you happy, and you guys would have a lot of kids and a big family, like he did growing up. Jack wanted to call you, tell you that he missed you, that he wants you back, that he can and will make you happy. But he didn't want to make promises he couldn't keep.

He really wanted to reach out, but he didn't.

-

⌕ | + one (3 years later) 

Jack was sitting on the couch at the lake house, scrolling through socials and listening to Quinn and Luke bicker back and forth about who was winning. He tunes them out completely when he sees your newest post. 

You were on the dock of your parents' lake house, an hour or so away from where he was. In a blue summer dress, long hair hanging down your back. 

Hand clasped in your boyfriends as he was sliding a ring on your finger. You're engaged. And not to him. 

After 3 years, Jack still thought about you often. It was a bit embarrassing how regularly he checked your social media, just to see how you were doing. 

So he knew you had a boyfriend, and he probably should have seen this coming, but for some reason, Jack still believed that the two of you would end up together. Find your way back to each other. 

He waited too long to realise what he wanted and now it was too late. You were marrying someone else. And he had to accept that. If only he had reached out sooner. Try to fix his mistakes. The only consolation he had was that you looked happier than you've ever been. 

Jack opened his messages, hoping you still have the same number and texted you. 

"Congratulations. I'm so happy for you. You deserve nothing but the best. -Jack."

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[leaentries]

headcanons | john marino

SUMMARY: boyfriend!john

WARNINGS: not proofread

more boyfriend!player headcanons

✮. my fav nighttime boyfie! he just screams domestic nights on the couch. like you guys don’t really even have to be doing a whole lot, but doing it with him is a privilege. being able to cuddle and watch a movie or cook dinner together.

✮. loves giving you nicknames! whether they stem from something stupid you did or just because it reminds him of you. will range from the most random of things. from stuff like doll, honey, love, to weird ass names based off of things you like. (for example, if you love to read he might call you “bookie”)

✮. also loves when you give him nicknames. i’ve said this before and i will say it again, he melts anytime you call him johnny. he could be busy doing something and hear the “hey, johnny?” from your room and he’s bolting back there with big doe eyes ready to fall at your feet. gets mad whenever you call him john. and don’t even get me started on what he does when you call him marino. (spoiler: he pouts)

✮. park dates! especially during the fall. john has mentioned how his favorite season is the fall (big boston guy) so he love love loves to take fun walks with you through boston and the surrounding areas while the leaves are falling down around the both of you. bonus points if you “forget” your jacket and you have to wear his.

✮. he loves sweet treats. always bringing you something sweet every time he comes over. you guys have a specific bakery that you always go to, it’s to the point where the owners know you by name and order. but will always have that familiar paper bag in his hand whenever he’s knocking at your door.

✮. board game nights! will not hesitate to beat you in a game of chess. eventually he will let you win because he hates seeing you pouty. although, i feel like he sucks at any type of racing game lowkey. you normally end up having to let him win if you’re playing mario cart.

✮. wants you to teach him how to do your hair! john loves to watch you get ready in the mornings and how you fix your hair, so naturally he wants to know too! will most likely not be very good, but it’s the thought that counts!

✮. loves to find good books and read them with you. you guys are your own mini book club tbh. you decide on a book every month and read a chapter or two together everyday/night before bed. will read with you over the phone if he’s on a roadie.

✮. beach trips to the max during offseason. he’s mentioned that he loves the warm weather and tropical destinations, so you know he’s got his calendar BOOKED with fun tropical vacations for the two of you. always makes sure to bring an extra bag or two with stuff he knows you’re gonna end up forgetting in the rush to leave.

✮. lazy mornings with john > everything else. + if they are during the fore mentioned beach trips. the balcony doors are open, letting in the soft sea breeze while john is placing soft kisses along your body to wake you up. the sheets are all over the place due to the risqué activities you partook in the previous night. 

✮. begging for him endlessly

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★彡[ʜᴀɴᴛᴇɴɢᴜ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇꜱ]彡★

・❥・I match you with the Clones!! Lucky you!! When I was reading your description and when you mentioned you didn’t mind being into a poly relationship I immediately thought of these handsome demons. And also when you said you were extroverted I thought that you would get along with Karaku and Urogi so well! And when you said that you were a shy person when you first meet someone made me think of Aizetsu. And of course Sekido would love your straightforward attitude. So the clones would definitely have their fun with you. And all four of them love you in their own way, and you also love them in your way too. For example you love taking long walks with Aizetsu and you love to baby him the most, you love playing pranks on the other clones with Urogi, with Karaku you love play fighting with him and with Sekido you’ll hold his hands and calm him down whenever he’s angry which is like 24/7. They enjoy protecting what’s theirs and they always make sure to have the house nice and clean since you like it like that. The clones also don’t allow you to walk alone in night time, what if a demon sees you or a demon slayer?! But anyways they are always fighting for your love and attention and that leads them to fight over you. And most of the time you have to break up these fights. But when they aren’t fighting they all get along pretty well with each other.

・❥・I can imagine each clone acting very different with you, Aizetsu of course is the most gentle one with you considering you’re human and he could easily break you in half. Sekido of course is the meanest one, he’s always yelling at you and of course you talk back to him which makes him blow up, but he’s quite impressed that you have guts to speak back to him. Karaku is the most lay back with you and also the most perverted one, he’s always telling you dirty pickup lines and Urogi is the most reckless one with you, he plays around a little too rough and he doesn’t know how to control himself. But you love them all, and they make sure you’re always safe, they don’t want their love one getting hurt. But the clones always take turns with you, they have a calendar saying which days is their turn with you. Yes dating all four of them is crazy but hey four demons as your boyfriends is a complete win.

・❥・Headcanons!!

They always make sure to bring you gifts, they make sure to bring your favorite kind of spicy ramen. And when they do bring it they watch you eat it. They also love bring you sweets! Such as candy…but when they do bring you candy they most likely took it from a child. That child is probably in their stomachs.

Aizetsu is the most thoughtful one on gift giving, one time he surprised you with a new sketchbook and pencils. You don’t know where he got it but you’re very thankful!! He mostly likely slaughtered some poor human for it.

Karaku loves giving you piggy back rides, he loves how close your body is to his, and how he can feel your heart beat on his back. And good luck getting down, he won’t put you down anytime soon.

Urogi enjoys taking you out for midnight flys. He’ll hold you bride style and fly away. And it feels amazing, the fresh air hitting your face. And he can also be a prick and drop you to get a reaction from you. And yes he always catches you.

Sekido always relies on you to calm him down, the other clones always manage to piss him off. So you let him lay his head on your thighs and you just whisper sweet things and play with his hair.

All four of will always protect you!! Okay!! Nothing is gonna hurt you on their watch. For example whenever they go on missions and one of them stays behind with you. They always fighting over that spot.

One time you got a broad game and played with them, which resulted in Aizetsu crying, Sekido pissed off and both Karaku and Urogi laughing.

Cuddles with them is great!! You have so many arms wrapped around you. And of course you cuddle them separately.

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #matchups #matchup #hantengu #hantengu clones #sekido #karaku #aizetsu #urogi #demon slayer headcanons

[pedriswife]

NO NUT NOVEMBER WITH GAVI OR PEDRI PLS

November (smut headcannons)

Pedri:

He was the first to bring it up since the boys talked about it during training once, and he wanted to give it a go, wanting to see if he could go a whole month without having sex

You were somewhat displeased with the idea, sex with Pedri was one of the kind and going without it for a whole month seemed like a massive milestone

You made it your mission to make the month as hard as possible for Pedri, who was keen to win. You teased him relentlessly, grinding your ass up against him every time you had to squeeze past him, his hands immediately making their way to your waist, an audiable hiss on his lips

if he came back from training extra early, you'd endulge him in a makeout session, your lips harshly pressed against his as he struggled to keep his composure, his cheeks already having that familiar tint of red decorating them

Once, you decided to take your teasing to another level, making him watch as you touched yourself, your fingers plunging in and out of you, your moans heard throughout the room as Pedri watched, debating whether he should help out or leave you to it. His boner would be visible, his lip in between his teeth as he struggled to keep his groans in. He had to look away as you came on your fingers, the view being too much for him to handle.

By the end of November he'd be grumpy af from not having sex or even a wank, he was just in a bad mood. He couldn't wait until he could finally release some pressure once December came. He'd be making sure you pay for all the teasing you subjected him to, many rounds awaiting you.

Gavi:

You were the one to bring it up first, knowing that he would probably not be able to keep his hands off himself or you for a whole month. However, when you said that, he immediately took offence and made a bet with you that he could do it

In the first few days, he would be ok, going to training as normal. However, after a particularly bad match when he couldn't relieve his stress with you, he realised that this would be harder than he thought it would be

Even though he was the one who made the bet, his hands were constantly all over your body, trying to coax you into helping him out. His lips would be on your neck or near your ear as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to you as you pushed him away, pointing to the calendar that had "November" written across it. He would groan in response and pace back to his room, knowing that he had to manage

You decided to make it harder for him by misleading him into thinking he's gonna get some when it was just you teasing. You'd be perched on his lap, grinding over his hard and neglected cock, moans spilling out of your mouth as his hands were on your waist, guiding you. He didn't expect you to suddenly get off, leaving him there with a hard on as you made a feeble excuse of having to go grocery shopping

In the end, he didn't manage to make it all the way through November. In the last week, his patience finally snapped, your teasing driving him insane as he quickly pulled your panties to the side, pumping his sensitive cock as his lips marked your neck, entering you quickly and snapping his hips straight away wanting to reach his orgasm.

Safe to say, you won the bet, and he definitely made sure to make up for the days he went without having sex by having twice as much ;)

A/N: I have 0 motivation to do anything wtf

#pedriswife answers #pedri #fc barca #fc barcelona #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedro gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri smut #gavi #gavi smut #pablo gavira #pablo gavi #gavi x reader #gavi imagine #gavi headcannons #pedri headcannons

[kayforpay]

oh man. would love to see ur take on Karkat arguing that Gamzee should even be allowed to _live_ on Earth C....

It was always awkward to have to ask someone to speak on your behalf. If not for Karkat's wary first approach, Gamzee simply wouldn't have asked at all; what he had done, even if it wasn't entirely under his control, wasn't something he would forgive.

He had liked Nepeta, appreciated Terezi, and tolerated Equius. He wouldn't forgive someone else, even if they didn't have foggy memories of monsters that sounded like his friends, that looked like eels moving under their skin, and the desperate need to eradicate them.

But Karkat was, like usual, better than he was.

Waking up in control of his body was a shock. He had spent days curled on his side, struggling to keep even liquids down and in more pain than he could recognize. How had he detoxed without feeling it? Every nerve in his body was burning for a wipe, and he didn't even try to contact anyone. The fact that he had come through the end of the game wasn't even on his mind until he realized that the hive he was in had windows that didn't have automated shades.

Before that, he had hoped that the entire ordeal was a dayterror.

Then, almost immediately after he was aware enough to realize what had happened, Karkat let himself in. Reddish tears streamed down his face as he collapsed next to Gamzee's pathetic pile, his voice hushed as he gripped Gamzee's horns almost painfully to force him to look up.

"You're alive. Thank the stupid fucking human god. You're alive." He had pressed his forehead to Gamzee's own, had cupped his cheeks, and shook with emotion. "I'm so glad. I was so worried, Gamzee. I was so scared, I thought you were-- I thought you didn't win with us."

Gamzee had put a hand on Karkat's cheek (no way he could have known how warm his skin was in real life, how different it would feel when his body was his own again, how soft) and finally let himself cry.

The next month, since the humans insisted on taking over calendars and the world was more human than troll, consisted of everyone getting their footing again. The ones who had reached god-tier were still there, but he didn't actually know if that counted him or not. He wasn't privy to what he did, in the long gaps when Aranea had smothered his consciousness under a sickening blue blanket. For all he knew, he was faking the entire time, just for her amusement.

After that, once everyone found each other again, since the game had seen fit to mix sessions and revive everyone for, presumably, some kind of fucked-up bonus prize, Gamzee was immediately on the outside. He didn't blame them. Nepeta and Terezi were terrified of him; Equius was disgusted with both Gamzee and himself, and seemed more ashamed than anything when their eyes would meet.

Karkat told him, clearly, that they would start over. That he needed to "get to know the real Gamzee", that they couldn't just step back in now that they weren't wrigglers. It made sense, and Gamzee did his best not to act like they were close (though it was hard, when Karkat would come over and end up in his lap to cuddle). Even so, Karkat tried to defend him.

"The problem wasn't Gamzee. The problem didn't-- He didn't fucking kill anyone until the mind control got to him. Before that, he wasn't hurting people." He said, standing up from the awkward meal they were sharing with Kanaya, her human wife, Vriska and Terezi. "If we're going to punish him for having been mind controlled, are we gonna punish Terezi? Or Vriska, for doing it?"

Gamzee looked at the plate in front of him and swallowed. It was silent, awkward, but Kanaya had brought up the fact that she couldn't blame anyone for being uncomfortable. "Kar, you don't gotta do this. It's okay." He tried to speak more softly than before, not just for privacy, but because he made people flinch when he was too loud.

"It isn't! It isn't fucking okay, Gamzee! I-- I know you! I knew you, and you wouldn't do that. You won't do it again." He turned his entire body, and tried to hold back more tears as he continued. "It isn't fair for just you to be punished. I fucked up too. We all fucked up. Kanaya has a fucking hole in her stomach, Sollux is blind... I don't know what to do about the Beforans."

He moved slowly, putting a hand on Karkat's shoulder. "I'll be okay, bro. I'm okay. I'm just so motherfuckin' happy I got to be in my body again at all." It was a lie, but he was better at lying than Karkat was, and he didn't think anyone noticed.

"I won't." Karkat said, glancing to the table and then back. "I won't be okay without you. I can't do it again. You're not allowed to go before me, so don't be fucking stupid and try it. I'm the mutant, I die first."

Carefully, Kanaya cleared her throat. "I... Don't want to interrupt. But I don't think anything can be decided immediately. Maybe some ground rules?" Her eyes settled on Rose, apparently looking for support.

"I think that would help." Rose said, much more cocksure than most of the humans Gamzee had seen. She seemed like she meant it. "As long as Gamzee can remain sober, and can meet with... Someone, maybe Vriska?" She met Vriska's eyes, and they both nodded. "To make sure that you do, and that Aranea isn't influencing you again, well... That's somewhere to start, isn't it?"

He nodded, and Terezi fake-coughed, loud enough to make Karkat jump. "I mean, I think that's fine. Like Karkat said, we all fucked up. It isn't like we can just let one weird fucking clown go around but not the other. And Gamzee isn't trying to sew anything shut." She cackled, but Gamzee remembered, though it was brief, how she sounded when sincere, and it seemed to match.

Nothing set in stone. Someone probing his mind all the time, but not controlling it, at least. And the chance to be alive, in control, again. That wasn't nothing. That was more than he let himself hope for.

#kay talks a lot #thnks fr th qstns #anon and on and on and on #homestuck #gamkar #karkat vantas #gamzee makara #light angst #my hc of karkat is he is very.... damp. cries a lot and easily. and loves his friends so sososososo much #drabble

[wonwoosthetic]

Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 12 |

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word count - 8.2k

A/N: before anyone comments it: wonwoo and chanyeol haven’t met yet properly, just you wait ;)

"You do remember that I've had you naked on my desk, right?"

Another day, another morning your car decided to betray you and not let you start its engine, explaining why you were, once again, entering the office clearly out of breath. You were still cursing the people pushing you around in the tube and on the bus, trying to wrap your head around the fact that some do this every day. 

Once you had settled down in your office and gotten rid of your jacket, hanging it over your chair, you threw yourself onto it, letting a heavy breath fall from your lips. Your eyes fell on the little post-it notes in front of you, and you reached out, grabbed a pen along the way and wrote down the note you had kept in your head ever since you had to run to the bus station to not be too late to work.

Call car dealership, end lease, find new car.

Done.

You had about another minute of silence when the thought you had been pushing down so much crossed your mind as soon as your eyes fell on the calendar on your desk. 10 am today. The meeting. It was the day Wonwoo, Mingyu, and you would have the pre-trial conversation with their lawyer Lee Jihoon. A day you had been dreading for a while now. Everything just suddenly seemed to hit - the reality of it. The lawsuit was really happening, you'd be in a courtroom with the two CEOs, your lawyer, Chanyeol, and his lawyer as well, and whoever he decides to bring along. How were you going to survive that? That was yet to be thought of because as of right now, your mind could not gift you any possible good outcome of what was going to happen. You just hoped and prayed that there was some way to get out of this mess with the least amount of damage possible. 

You let your eyes scan the room you were in, taking in every piece of furniture while these thoughts kept racing through your brain, trying to make you even more nervous than you already were, and winning you over. Once your head was straight and your line of sight was fixed on the room across from you, you tried to make out the silhouette of the CEO that was supposed to be there, but were met with emptiness, making you frown. Where was he? It was only 9:23... he never leaves his office that early...

"Miss Yoon?" A sudden voice took you aback. You turned your head to the door, where the soft tone came from and were sent a kind smile by one of the office's employees, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, I just have a quick question."

"Yeah, sure," you nodded and motioned for her to come closer, "Come in," before sitting up straighter, noticing the way your body was lounging in the chair.

-

A good 30 minutes later, you were alone in your office again, eyes trained on the clock as you watched the thinnest hand move second by second. 9:55, and still no sight of Wonwoo. He hadn't been in his office ever since you had been there, and it made you wonder - it was very unusual for him to be somewhere other than in his little room. 

Once your colleague had left, you had a few minutes to yourself to think about what was to come. What would you talk about to Lee Jihoon? What questions would he ask you? What would this meeting turn into? It was the fact that you truly didn't know what to expect that made you so unweary. But before you could let all of those questions get to your head, a silhouette walking past your windows brought you out of your trance.

"Hey," Mingyu let his head peek into your office, "How are you?" 

You put on a wide smile after hiding a big gulp, "Yeah... I'm good..." but definitely not hiding how anxious you were.

"You okay?" He wondered, taking a few more steps towards you, stopping in front of your desk. You tried to not but could tell that it must've looked very hesitant, "Yup..." 

The tone of your voice made Mingyu chuckle, "Jihoon's not gonna end your career, he'll save it if anything, so don't be nervous," sending you a reassuring smile and nodding towards the door, "Come on, they're waiting."

"They?!" You quickly shot up and the mention of multiple people, but the co-CEO's laugh calmed you down again,

"Wonwoo and Jihoon." Oh, right. You facepalmed yourself mentally for reacting in such a way, completely realising how you were overthinking every little detail. Then again, you reasoned it with the fact that this was the biggest thing you ever had to deal with in your entire life, and it should not be taken lightly. Mingyu's words continued running through your head. Maybe Jihoon couldn't end your career, but you knew that Chanyeol most definitely could. And that terrified you.

On the way to the meeting room, Mingyu went on to explain a little bit about their lawyer and how they knew him and what he would be talking about - as much as you wanted to actively listen to him, you just couldn't. There was too much going on in that little head of yours to focus on anything outside of it. Thankfully, you reached the conference room quickly and were greeted at the door by the two others you were expecting to see. The man, whose eyes had been on you ever since you had walked around the corner, and the other one, a good head smaller than Wonwoo, who you assumed would be Lee Jihoon. The CEO tapped the lawyer's shoulder and pointed towards you and Mingyu, making him turn around.

"Oh, there you are," he smiled before directing his body towards you, "I'm Jihoon, nice to meet." You accepted his extended hand and shook it politely,

"Y/N, nice to meet you too." As your eyes left him, they focused on the man behind him, greeting him with a soft smile as well, getting a nod in return - still cold.

"Alright," Mingyu didn't even let you get into a conversation as he clapped his hands, "Should we start?" You all nodded in agreement and went ahead to enter the room while Wonwoo kept standing on the side, waiting for the three of you to walk in first. You were behind Jihoon and Mingyu but were stopped by a gentle touch on your arm. By turning your head to the side, you were met with Wonwoo's dark eyes on you, closer than you expected as he had leaned in to whisper to you,

"You don't have to be nervous, you know?"

You shook your head, "I'm not."

The CEO raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on you as his fingers trailed down your arm, sending a comfortable shiver through your body, to grasp your hands and bringing them up. The sudden touch almost made you gasp as you didn't expect him to do this. His eyes changed their focus to your hand in his, making you do the same, coming to sight with the nail polish you had put on perfectly the day before, only for it to now be picked off almost completely. You didn't even realise you had been doing this the entire time.

"Not nervous?" He teased you, to which you just shook your hand out of his touch and shook your head again,

"No." And left him in the hallway to make your way into the room when you caught the deep but quiet chuckle that tumbled from his lips before he followed you inside.

After all four of you had taken a seat, Mingyu and you on one side, while Jihoon and Wonwoo sat opposite from you, the lawyer brought out multiple pieces of paper stacked together and handed out one pack to each one of you.

"This looks like a lot more than it actually is," he started explaining, "These just inform you of everything that you of your rights, what you might face in court, and what could but will not happen." You listened attentively, your heart beating hard against your chest.

"Will not happen because you can help us?" Mingyu wondered, to which Jihoon nodded,

"Exactly. So no worries."

Before you could stop yourself, you let the words fall from your mouth, "How are you so sure?" Raising your head, you felt three pairs of eyes fixed on you, their eyebrows raised at the sudden question, making you nervous. "I-I mean," you stuttered, "Not that I'm questioning your abilities, b-but-"

"I get it," he kindly stopped you with a curl of his lips, "But I'm really going to do my best, I can promise you that. I was just hoping to assure you." You nodded. You understood what he was trying to do and we're more than thankful that he was doing this, but you couldn't help to let your worries continuously run around in circles in your brain.

Wonwoo cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair, the papers in his hands as he flickered through them, "Jihoon is the best in his field. We have nothing to be worried about. The others should be scared."

"You don't know them," you told him, slightly more defensive than you wanted to and watched him carefully as he lifted his head to meet your gaze across the table, a soft chuckle leaving his lips,

"And you do?" His question made you go quiet quickly and put your head back down, trying to put your focus back on the words in front of you. You'd rather not answer his question. You would, once the time was right.

After a few seconds of silence, Jihoon took the word again, going through every single page with you, explaining each paragraph in detail, informing you about everything important that you needed to know. Never would you have ever imagined that sitting in front of a judge would need so much info. Thankfully, he also assured you that you would not have to remember every little thing that was listed on the papers, but that that was his job during the trial. The important thing for you was to know that if they were to catch you lying at any point while in court, this lawsuit could go on for a lot longer, and you would be in a lot more trouble than you already were. So just no lying. And to not let yourself get intimidated. By anyone. 

"Do you know who they're having as a lawyer?" Wonwoo wondered once the subject came up.

The younger one shook his head, "Sadly not. They're revealing the other names a few hours before the trial on the same day, so you can't prepare yourself for something specific, you know?"

The CEOs nodded, "Makes sense." How they were able to keep their cool about this whole situation was still a mystery to you.

An unexpected touch on your foot made you jolt up and look straight ahead, meeting Wonwoo's gaze that drifted down, looking at something in front of you quickly before coming back up again. You lowered your focus, finding your fingers that were, once again, picking at the leftover nail polish. You pushed your hands apart and placed them on your laps, hiding them from everyone at the table.

"Okay," Jihoon's voice rang through the room, "Now that we're done with the bureaucratic stuff, there's still a bit for me personally. A few things I need to know."

"Like?" Mingyu questioned him, putting down the pieces of paper and crossing his arms.

The lawyer took a notebook and a pen, clicking it once, "Basic info. Mostly about the day."

"But we already told you about that," the man next to you told him.

"Yeah, you, but I haven't talked to Y/N yet."

"Hm?" You raised your head at the mention of your name, but it was overheard by the two men that were involved in a conversation.

"What else can she tell-"

"She can speak for herself," Wonwoo interrupted Mingyu with one quick sentence, keeping his eyes on the papers, not even caring about looking up, knowing his words were enough to make everyone go quiet. As the room was muted for a little too long, the CEO lifted his gaze to find you and nodded, "Go on."

"Em..." you started, turning your attention towards Jihoon, "What exactly do you need?" Rubbing your hands over your thighs, realising how clammy they had gotten.

He shrugged, "Just some small things. Like, when did Mister Park show up?" His gaze was fixed on you, waiting for you to respond, "Oh, and," he added, "Please try to remember it as accurately as possible. No lies. If there's any kind of wrong information it could really get us into a bad place during the trial."

You nodded in understanding, but had to wait for a few more seconds, trying to remember everything that happened on that day, "I... ehm... it was shortly before our lunch break, so... a few minutes before 12 pm."

Jihoon accepted your answer, "Okay...," and noted down a few words, "And in the letter, it said that he had discussed it with you beforehand, is that true?" You nodded, so he continued, "Alright, and what did he say exactly?" There were quite a few things you'd rather forget when it comes to Chanyeol, and that day was definitely up on that list as well.

"He..." you thought again.

 “I ask you how you are. I think it’s only fair for you to also ask me. Don’t you think so, darling?”

“Well, you see… there’s one thing I really don’t appreciate.”

"He said that he didn't appreciate stealing something from other companies." A simple and truthful answer. A chuckle rang through your ears, making you turn your head to the man it came from, seeing Wonwoo put away the papers and shaking his head, seemingly amused by what you had said.

"Okay," Jihoon continued writing down in his notebook, "Did you know what he was talking about right away?"

"No," you were quick to shake your head, "Absolutely not because, I mean, I didn't spend a lot of time with the other departments, but they never fazed me as employees that would need to steal something. Whether that would be a program or whatever else."

"Because they didn't," Wonwoo commented with a sigh, "I don't know what that Park dude's problem is."

"But now we're sued, so something's clearly up," Mingyu spoke up, slightly annoyed at the mindset of his best friend because unlike him, Wonwoo was much more relaxed and clearly unfazed by everything that was happening - Mingyu was taking it much more serious.

The CEO shrugged, "Maybe he was just bored, who knows."

Before the younger one could argue back, Jihoon raised a hand, "Guys, please," sending a glare to both of them, "I'm trying to do my job here and maybe he said something to Y/N that will make us find out what his issue." The two others got quiet, deciding to let the lawyer do more of the talking as he turned his head back towards you, "Did he say anything else?" YOu gulped.

“You know I don’t like it when women curse like that.”

“I’m going to sue you. Well, not you directly. Oksan & Co. Just wanted to give you a head start,"

You shook away the memory of the sound of his voice, "No," and answered Jihoon, "Not much else. He just said he wanted to give me a head start before officially sending the lawsuit on paper."

The lawyer nodded, directing his pen down to the notebook but stopped shortly before it, scrunching his eyebrows, "Giving YOU a head start? Not the company in general, but you personally? Or you as in you in general? Like, you all, everyone here."

An unwanted nervous chuckle tumbled from your lips as you rubbed your hands together, "M-me personally?"

"Why would he mean that to her personally?" Wonwoo threw in a question, switching his gaze back and forth between you and his friend.

Jihoon shrugged, "I don't know, it could be," and raised his head, meeting your eyes, "Do you know him? Have you ever met him before?"

Have you ever met him before?

Have I? Oh, god... sadly, you have...

Met might be the wrong word though...

You immediately lowered your head to look down at your nails that were hardly covered by nail polish anymore. You shouldn't lie, you knew that. And the time now had come, where you had to let them know. Even though you were convinced that your relation to him had nothing to do with this case - or so you tried to convince yourself - the multiple conversations you had with Binna were still engraved in your brain, reminding you just how wrong you might be.

"Y/N?" You looked back up once you were addressed, meeting the wondering gazes of the three men.

"I-," you stopped yourself, letting the correct way of responding go through your head one more time, "We...," taking another deep breath for looking at the table, trying to avoid their eyes, "We used to be together..." You were afraid that your voice may had been too quiet, but were proven wrong only a second later once the reactions hit you. 

"What?!"

"Huh?!"

You could feel how the atmosphere changed immediately. With just those few words, you managed to create the most uneasy surrounding you could've ever imagined. That's how you knew you messed up...

While the two CEOs exclaimed their surprised reaction, Jihoon stayed quiet, but his eyebrows shot up as soon as those words left your lips. His mouth formed a thin line, and with a hesitant nod, he put his pen onto his notebook, not commenting on it any further.

"Wait what?" Mingyu wondered out loud, letting himself fall deeper into the chair, turning his head to look at you, who greeted him with a worried facial expression.

"He's my ex," you commented again, your voice still just quiet enough to be heard in a silent room.

A grunt from in front of you erupted, "We understood that." But you didn't even dare to turn your head.

"Oh wow..." Mingyu ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.

You straightened your back when the realisation of the situation hit you, almost sending a shiver down your spine. "But I don't see how my past relationship with him has anything to do with this," you explained, hoping to prove your point, when deep down you knew, you were most likely wrong.

Jihoon had put the pen down and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Who knows, you know? It's important that I'm informed about this, but... I obviously don't know how much it's going to affect the lawsuit." He took another breath before continuing, feeling the thickness of the air around you, "It does happen from time to time that exes try to revenge their past partners, so we shouldn't ignore that. I'm not going to focus on this solely, but I'm definitely gonna keep it in mind, and you all should too," he pointed a strict finger at each one of you at the table. "Especially you, Y/N. He will listen to every single word you say and since his lawyer probably also knows about your past, he'll definitely try to lead you onto something. Pick you apart psychologically or try to get something out of you. Be careful, alright?" To which you nodded.

"Why didn't you mention that earlier?" Mingyu asked you, looking straight at you with those kind eyes of his, hoping to show you his genuineness. You thought about that earlier because truth be told, you didn't know. If he were to ask Binna that question, she would tell him that you were too scared to face the truth. To face your past again. And she may or may not just be right about that, but you weren't ready to admit that yet. That man was haunting and taunting you again - the last thing you needed was to take a look into the past.

You shrugged slightly, "I didn't think it was that important."

A very deep sigh echoed through the quiet room before the CEO spoke up for the first time in a while, "Are we done?"

Jihoon looked up at him surprised, as Wonwoo had already stood up, not waiting for an answer, "I mean-"

"Great." He nodded and left the room without even thinking about gracing you with another word. You let your eyes follow his silhouette until it disappeared around the corner, which was when you went to eye the two men at the table again, who seemed to exchange a nod of their heads, making you frown.

Jihoon started packing his stuff back into his bag, "Well then," and sighed, "Let's end this here. I'm gonna send you a few more things within the next few days." He directed his attention toward you, "I got your e-mail address from Wonwoo, I hope that's okay," to which you nodded and he continued, "Please check your mails, guys. I'm also going to create a timetable for the day of the trial. There are still a few things I'd like to talk to you about. But let's do that on the day of." After he stood up, Mingyu and you followed his actions, already taking a few steps towards the door. The two of you escorted him to the elevators, where the co-CEO thanked his friend for his visit and shook his hand. The lawyer extended his hand in front of you, which you accepted gladly, smiling at him, "Thank you for your help."

Jihoon nodded, "Of course. You're welcome. Good luck until then." He was quick to leave once the elevator arrived, leaving Mingyu and you alone in the entrance hall.

-

The day had finally come to an end after you had put in a few extra hours for the project that was brought into your office three hours prior, analysing it and helping other employees with their ideas. And, of course, it had started raining. Because destiny loved you so much, it decided to let it pour down, while you remembered you were going to have to take public transport again, or opt for a taxi for your ride home. The second option seemed much more appealing, but you couldn't find any in the app on your phone, making you sigh and shake your head. Of course...

One quick look around your office also let you know of the fact that you didn't have an umbrella there anymore after having taken it home a few weeks ago. 

Just as you were about to leave, you wanted to say goodbye to the only person left on the floor, but one peek into his office confirmed his absence. He had been less and less in his office throughout the entire day... You shook the thought off, packed your things together and made your way downstairs, praying for finding an empty taxi on the street. As you walked through the foyer, you wished the security guards and other employees a good night before facing the heavy rain outside. As soon as you opened the door, your ears were filled with the loud noises of the drops hitting the ground and small puddles they had already formed. The fact that it was also already rather dark, it was hard to make out any specific cars on the road, and you knew that you probably had already let taxis past you. There was no way that you would be catching one. Every person that was on the pavement either was carrying an umbrella above their head or was getting into a car on the side of the street. And there were you, with your bag on the top of your head, hoping to keep at least some spots of your body dry.

With a sigh, you stopped at the crosswalk to get to the other side where the subway station would be if you were to walk a few hundred metres ahead. Once you got to the other side, you made your way forward, passing the people that were walking next to you, all in a hassle to get somewhere drier. 

Only after a few steps, you could've sworn you heard your name being called out, making you turn around, only to see nothing but people bumping into you by accident at your sudden halt. You went on with your walk, cursing in your head when the sound of thunder rang through your ears. It was just, once again, not your day. Stupid car, stupid public transport, stupid weather, stupid-

Two big hands on your shoulders made you jump suddenly, and a screech left your lips. In shock, you had lost the grip you had on your bag, making it almost drop to the floor, but only almost, as the person behind you caught it, bringing it up above your head immediately. Once you finally managed to look up, your heart still pounding heavily in your chest, you were met with the familiar dark eyes you had been missing most of the day.

"Wonwoo?" You wondered out loud, but the man didn't let you say any more words, just mumbling a quiet,

"Let's go," as he pushed you gently to move your body towards the side of the street, where a car was parked - a car you had definitely seen before. He opened the door quickly, motioning for you to get in, before closing the door and jogging towards the other side. Wonwoo got comfortable in the driver seat and managed to make his way back onto the street, entering the late hour traffic, coming to a halt only a few moments later due to a red light. That gave you the time to finally realise what had happened. Only seconds ago, you were getting drained in dirty rainwater, and now you were sitting in a heated seat in the car you never thought you'd ever be in ever again. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his hand reaching forward to push a few buttons on the middle part of the console.

"You scared the shit out of me," you let your head turn gently to the side, stopping for a second to see him raising the temperature inside of the car, before eyeing his side profile. Wonwoo kept his stone-cold expression, leaning his head on his hand of the arm that was prompt up against the window. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

"No thank you for saving my ass from the pouring rain?"

"I was on my to the subway station, so I would've been alright," you answered him back, intertwining your hands in your lap, not giving into the question he spat at you. His voice was laced with something you couldn't put your finger on exactly.

After he took a deep breath in and pushed the gas down to drive, he spoke up again, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to do that," his voice still icy cold.

You nodded, ignoring the tone, "Thank you for pushing me into your car and making everyone around us think you were probably kidnapping me." Even though he didn't say anything, you could see the slight shake of his head after your comment, making you smile softly, but quickly got yourself together again and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Then, silence filled the vehicle. But not the comfortable kind of silence you had shared with him before. This was the type of silence you had dreaded to come across with him again. Just quietness, where you could feel almost every muscle in your body tense up. A silence that was so quiet, you were too scared to breathe and break it with that. But you would've rather suffered through that more than to start a new conversation with the question he broke it with.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He caught you off guard, making you wonder,

"Tell you about what?"

He sighed, "That lovely little boyfriend of yours, Park Chanyeol."

"Don't," you quickly stopped him, straightening down the invisible wrinkles on your pants, "Don't call him that. We were together. Now we're not, and that's it. I don't want to hear the word lovely in the same sentence as his name."

"But why did you keep it a secret?" Wonwoo kept on nagging, making you direct your gaze from the window, back to his side profile.

"Because, like I said, I didn't think it was that important. We broke up like... two... three years ago."

The CEO shook his head again, "You seriously didn't think it would be important to know that you used to be with-"

"No, alright?!" You snapped, wanting to get the subject out of the way as quickly as possible, "No. No, I did not. And I know that it was a mistake, okay?! Can we drop this, please? Jesus..." a heavy sigh tumbled from your lips as you mumbled the last words, "Why do you keep on pushing this..."

"I keep on pushing it because it would've been nice to know in advance and not find out in front of Mingyu and Jihoon," he explained, keeping his voice down, but he couldn't surprise the tension of his body, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

"What's the difference?" You wondered, still clearly annoyed at him not stopping with the questions "You know now, and that's it. So, please..."

"You just shouldn't keep any more secrets. Even if you don't think it's necessary, it might be helpful for Jihoon," he stated, not even daring to look at you.

You nodded, "I know, and I won't. I promise."

"Good," he murmured under his breath. "Where's your car?" Wonwoo finally changed the subject, and you could feel your body relax immediately - as if a switch got flipped.

"For now, still in my garage. I hope the mechanics can pick it up tomorrow. Such a piece of metal trash," you cursed, making Wonwoo raise an eyebrow and slightly tilt his head towards you when you came to another stop.

"So you don't have a car right now?" To which you shook your head,

"Nope. I don't know what's broken, but something is and has been for a while, and I don't have the time nor the patience or understanding of what it is and how to get it fixed. I'm gonna have to get a new one soon." Just the mere thought of having to go through all of the bureaucracy of buying a car almost brought you a throbbing headache.

"Do you need someone to pick you up tomorrow?" His voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head,

"No, no. I'll take the bus and subway again."

"You do remember that I have a driver that could pick you up, right?" Wonwoo asked you, coming to another halt with his car.

You smiled, "Yes, I do remember him, and I don't want him to pick me up. Thank you, though." One quick look outside let you know that you had arrived home already - the car ride didn't feel that long eventually. Just as you were about to turn your head to thank the CEO for the lift, he had gotten out of his vehicle and rounded it to end up at your door, opening it and waiting for you to get outside, holding an opened umbrella.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that," you told him, suddenly getting the feeling that your cheeks may have started to heat up, but you chose to ignore it as you hoped the rain covered some of it.

"It's alright," he assured you, getting a hold of your hand and bringing it up, so you were grasping the handle of the umbrella tightly. "Keep it until you get inside," he patted your hands before walking away, making his way to the driver's side again. You had so many questions to ask, but everything happened quicker than you wanted it to, and before you knew it, he was already getting into the car, after shouting a, "See you tomorrow!" over the loud noise of the rain. He didn't drive away just yet, but you took this as a sign to head towards your apartment building, and as soon as you closed the umbrella and walked through the entrance doors, you heard the engine of the vehicle fading into the darkness of the night.

-

Great, just great. As if having to use the public transport system wasn't worrying enough for you already, being late certainly was it. You didn't know where your head had been the night before, but for some reason, you hadn't managed to put your alarm clock on at the right time, explaining why you were now rushing through your apartment, putting on a blouse, trying to close the buttons while also making sure they were the right ones. You decided there was no time for make-up but that you'd have to do that in the bathroom of the office, nor was there any minute left to spare for your hair, so a ponytail will have to do. And, of course, since we have established that destiny was not your friend, the bell to your door had to ring, making you groan out loud. You were happy to see the deliveryman every other day of the week, but not when you were already running extremely late. 

With hasty steps, you crossed the floor, steadying yourself against the wall, before pressing the button to activate the speaker, "Hi, please leave the package with a neighbour, I'm sorry, but I'm alre-"

"Hate to break it to you, but I don't have a package for you. But I do have a car that's waiting for you here." The familiar deep voice of the man you had only just seen the night before rang through the speaker, making you frown.

"Wonwoo?" You wondered out loud, "What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up, what do you think? Believe it or not, it's not exactly my hobby to just wait at other people's doorsteps," he answered you, to which you rolled your eyes at the sarcastic commentary of his.

"You know what I meant."

"I know, but I'd also like to remind you that if you don't come down within the next few minutes, you're gonna be even later than you already are," he reminded you of the time - of course, you knew how late it already was.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming!" You don't know if he said anything after that as your finger left the button, and you went back to getting everything ready to leave.

Make-Up was packed into your bag with everything else you might need, you had your clothes on, hair was done, and socks were on. Great. Then, only the shoes were missing, which you quickly put on before grabbing your jacket and heading out the door before you could worry any more about what you may have forgotten. On the way down in the elevator, you suddenly started your heart pumping a little harder against your chest again, making you reach up to touch it. This was getting annoying... 

The doors opened, and you got out, only to be greeted immediately with Wonwoo's frame already waiting for you behind the glass entrance doors, still waiting where he had rung your bell only a minute ago. When he saw you approaching the door, he took a step back and waited for you to come out.

"What are you doing here?" You didn't even open the door all the way when the words fell from your lips. He held onto the door and opened it more, letting you be able to drop your grip on the handle.

"I think what you meant to say was thank you for driving me to work," he smirked at you, his hands hidden in his pockets after he let the doors fall closed again.

"No, because I said yesterday that I don't need you to pick me up today," you crossed your arms, locking gazes with him as you noticed that he took a few steps closer.

"No," he smiled, "You said you didn't want my driver to pick you up." His statement made you glare at him, squinting your eyes before groaning out loud,

"Ugh, you're just like Binna," shaking your head afterwards.

Wonwoo frowned, "Binna?"

"My best friend," you mumbled, still in the thought of comparing the two with their statements.

He nodded, "Well, I mean, I'd love to keep on talking, but we've got an office to be at in," and looked down at the watch on his wrist, "hm... twenty minutes ago?"

"Twenty minutes already?!" You exclaimed, quickly getting ready to jog towards Wonwoo's car, but he didn't seem to want to stress himself in any way, so you turned around to face him again, "Are you gonna hurry up?" But he casually and slowly made his way towards you, keeping his hands in his pockets. Once he passed you, you could've sworn you heard a small chuckle that came from him, but you weren't sure and decided to let it slide, continuing to eye him confused as he kept up his slow walk towards the vehicle.

Both of you put on your seatbelts before he started the car, making sure that no other car was close so he could hit the streets. You were about to lean back and relax for the ride when you remembered something - you weren't wearing any make-up. Oh god, you totally forgot about that. You leaned forward to let your fingers hastily look for your little cosmetic bag, trying to fish it out. When you finally had it in your hands, you pushed down the sun cover on your side, praying it would have a mirror, which it thankfully did, and got to work right away.

Wonwoo saw what you wear doing out of the corner of his eye, "Why are you putting on make-up now?"

"Because I didn't have time earlier," you answered him, looking for the next make-up item, "And I wanted to do it in the office, but if I have time now, I might as well do it here."

He just nodded.

Another few moments passed in silence, this time a comfortable silence. A truly comfortable silence that you were able to enjoy. Or maybe you just told yourself that because you had other things to focus on anyway. 

Just when you were about to finish your routine, the peace of the small space was interrupted by Wonwoo,

"You buttoned your blouse wrong." His comment made you turn your head towards him, before looking down, only to realise that you in fact did. How did you not see that back at home?! You even checked, didn't you?

You couldn't help but to let a few curse words fall from your lips as you put the makeup away to free your fingers, so they could get to work on your top. But that's when it hit you what you were doing, just out in the open pretty much, so you turned to the side a little bit,

"Don't look," and warned Wonwoo of any intention he may have had, making him chuckle right as he turned on the indicator before he took a left.

"You do remember that I've had you naked on my desk, right?" He smirked at you. You gasped and turned your head to glare at him, but he didn't even care to change his facial expression, keeping up the smug grin of his.

"You-" you started, but cut yourself off with a shake of your head, "Unbelievable."

He shrugged, "It's the truth." To which you fished a Q-tip out of your cosmetic bag and threw it at him,

"Stop," to warn him, but it only made him chuckle again.

For some reason, this scene felt... nice. Comfortable in a way. It was just the two of you and even though you were in quite a compact space, it didn't feel like it at all. You didn't feel restricted or uncomfortable. Hearing Wonwoo laugh like this next to you was something you didn't want to leave as a one-time-only experience.

-

The time passed too quickly and suddenly, within the blink of an eye, you were standing in front of the courtroom. Your legs were shaking, your arms were quivering, and you didn't even trust your voice to let any steady words out. There was too much going on - too much you weren't prepared for. Even with the help and preparation of Jihoon, you couldn't push down the anxiety that was rushing through your body faster than the speed limit on highways.

Some people had already filled some seats in the room, but you couldn't even bring yourself to peek inside, scared that you might actually have to throw up right then and there. Jihoon, Wonwoo, and Mingyu were sitting at the designated desk right in front of the judge, but you had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and hadn't brought yourself to go back in yet. The other party that was to blame for this all hadn't shown up yet, and you were more than thankful for that - the weird looks of the people passing you were enough for now.

For the sixth time already, you straightened every inch of your dress, even though you knew it wouldn't do much but you needed to keep your hands occupied while your legs were taking you around the hallway. With your head down, you didn't see the chest you were about to bump into when it was already too late. You jumped at the sudden contact, but the hands on your shoulders steadied you. The grip felt comforting and more familiar than you'd like to admit and looking up, you were greeted with the eyes you were expecting. Wonwoo's dark orbs had interlocked with yours, not breaking the gaze. The only thing in your way were the glasses he was wearing - you had never seen him in these ever before, but you were most definitely not complaining.

"Are you okay?" He wondered, his eyes filled with concern as he had watched you walk up and down the hallway for longer than he'd let anyone ever know.

You rubbed your hands together, feeling the lump in your throat already forming, "I-I don't know..."

"We're all a bit nervous, it's okay," he tried to assure you, unsure of how much he could help you in this situation, knowing that it was never him that was good whenever it came to feelings. He ran his hands gently up and down your upper arms, hoping it would comfort you in some way.

You shook your head, "But I don't think I'm just a bit nervous," your voice immediately became quieter and as soon as you dropped your head down again, Wonwoo pushed you softly to the side, making you lean against the wall.

"What are you nervous about? We're all here together. Nothing's gonna happen," he spoke to you, and as much as his words should have helped you, your worries took over.

"How is nothing going to happen? So much is about to happen in this little room," you pointed toward the door harshly, "I know Chanyeol. I know him so fucking well. And I know he won't let us go that easily." 

You didn't notice the arm he had swung around in the middle of your rant until he spoke again, "We have Jihoon with us. He's gonna help us in every way he can, don't worry."

"I know he'll help us. And I'm not questioning his abilities to do so," you gulped, "I just... I know what that man is capable of, and that worries me." 

Wonwoo let a few seconds of silence pass before directing your conversation in a different direction, "Jihoon knows who the other lawyer is, by the way. And it's kind of funny because-" but before he was able to finish his statement, another voice stopped him.

"Guys," Mingyu let his head peek out from the door, "They want to start." 

"Without the others?" The CEO wondered, to which his friend just shrugged his shoulders,

"I don't know, they said they'll be here any second." Before disappearing again.

"Alright, well then," Wonwoo pushed himself off the wall, stopping to stand in front of you, sending you a somewhat sad smile, "Are you ready?"

"No," you answered truthfully, "How could I be?" Your voice was as small as it had never been before.

Without even hesitating, he reached out to get a hold of your hand, waiting for you to push him away, but when he noticed you not reacting negatively, he brought you in closer.

"You can do this. We'll go through it together, alright?"

You let your body do its own thing, as you leaned into his arm slightly, resting the side of your head on his shoulder and nodding hesitantly. That's all he needed to take a few steps forward, waiting for you to do the same, before entering the room together. You raised your head again and walked in, holding your head up high, just like Jihoon told you to do.

After taking a seat right, with Jihoon to your right and Wonwoo to your left, the lawyer let you know about some last-minute details, reminding you of the most important info you'd need for the day. In the middle of your conversation, you were 'finally' graced with the presence of the other party.

Chanyeol had entered the room, just like he usually would - his chin so high that his nose almost touched the ceiling, a proud smirk on his lips. The smirk that once made you swoon, now made you want to throw up. The sudden feeling of a hand on your legs made you turn your head to the left. Wonwoo had placed his to stop your limp from shaking, and you thanked him with a tight smile on your lips. But his eyes were glaring at the man that had just walked in.

"Good morning, ladies and gents," Chanyeol greeted you as soon as he was on the same level as the four of you, nodding to each one of you with a shit-eating grin decorating his face as if he didn't put you in this misery. He was followed by non-other than his trusty little friend, and lapdog Sehun - a man you had also gotten to know quite well over the years. You used to like him. He was a good friend of yours. That's right, he was.

"Hi Y/N," he smiled at you, sending you a small wave before also greeting the CEOs next to you, slightly more politely. You could tell he was much more nervous than Chanyeol was. He had always been that type of guy. Slightly more careful and... caring. Like he actually had a heart. Unlike his asshole of a best friend.

You weren't scared of him. If anything, he was probably more scared of you at that moment, and especially of the men by your side. Who did scare you though, was the third man that trailed behind them. A man you knew too well. So well, you'd call him family, because... he was.

"Jeonghan?" You exclaimed out loud as soon as he was next to Jihoon.

"Oh, Y/N. Hi!" He smiled, "To say that it's a surprise to see you here would be a lie, I'm sure you're aware of that," the salty chuckle made you want to punch him, "But it's still nice to see you again. And greetings to the gentlemen as well." You blocked out the other words that came from his mouth as you positioned yourself to look straight ahead to where the judge would later sit, in trance from what had just happened.

Jeong... Jeonghan... was their lawyer. That's how you knew just how screwed you were.

A gentle shake on your shoulders brought you back, "Y/N?" Wonwoo called out for you quietly.

"Hm?"

"You know him?" His eyes landed on the lawyer of the other team that had taken his seat, still smiling just like his client.

You nodded, "Sadly..."

"How?" That time, it was Jihoon questioning you.

You let your gaze fall to the man in question, keeping it on him for a second before shutting your eyes in disbelief, and taking a deep breath in. You opened them again, but then found the table to be much more interesting, brushed a hand through your hair, and finally gave them the answer they were waiting for with a deep sigh as you had to admit with a heavy heart,

"He's my cousin."

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[astarab1aze]

"You know, Asuka - I heard from Cedric. He's sold nearly all your paintings. It sounds to me like you may have to paint something new for him; You can't always and only ever take up mural work. I know it pays well, but your success is important to me, sweetheart, and I don't want you to fall behind in your best work."

"Oh, did he? Good fer him - and 'm gonna have to agree to disagree, mom. My murals pay the bills an' get posted on instagram. My boyfriend is a photographer--"

"Mm, don't remind me. Unless you want a lecture."

"You're already lecturin' me. Go crazy, have fun with it. Throw some confetti. I'll call your boyfriend an' we can throw a whole shindig about it since he'll jus' lecture me too."

"Boyfriend? Is that what you think he is? Your sarcasm is adorable, my love, but one little dance does hardly a romance make, delightfully charming as he was-- Oh, very clever, chickadee. I see what you're doing."

"Woop- Ya caught me! But it's only because you're so damn obvious. Ya put on the dress when ya invited him to that work thing - the really nice, lacy one that made ya look so elegant and soft but also terrifyin' 'cause ya kinda are... Hehe, everyone was impressed. Hani and I thought we mighta had to scrape his jaw off the floor when he saw you. Even sent that picture I took to Ed and Viri and those two were just as hopeless."

"Oh, stop it, sweetheart - You're just trying to get out of having a serious conversation with me by buttering me up with obvious statements. I see right through you and I cannot be fooled twice."

"Ya say that, but no one knows ya like I do - you already have the next work party marked on your calendar, and I know you're gonna ask him next time ya see him. Jokes on you, momma, guess who can't be fooled either? You raised me, after all."

"What a cheeky little shit you've turned out to be."

"Pfft, please. As if ya weren't fifty-times worse when ya were my age. Tsubasa told me allllllll your stories, dad too. You were diabolical. Worse than Hanma. Worse than Tsubasa. How many times didja sucker what's-his-face into doin' your dirty work, huh?"

"Asuka--"

"--WAIT A MINUTE. Ya cursed just now. Ya never curse."

"My darling baby bird--"

"Now I know, beyond a shadow o' a doubt - you're really into him. I can't believe how easy ya are to figure out! Does he know? Oh, I bet he does, if you're this transparent. Man, if I'da known ya liked 'em grumpy and stinkin' of horse, I'da set ya up with my history professor--"

"...I came to talk to you about your work, check in with you, adoringly lecture you, and here you are, making assumptions about the nature of my professional relationship with the Witcher who protects you from mortal harm when your boyfriend cannot--"

"Whatever, mom, don't bring Hani into this jus' 'cause you're-- Jus' go on your dates with him. He's ever so slightly less grumpy after spendin' time with ya, and now ya've got a lil extra pep in your step! An' that's sayin' somethin', since you're all doom an' gloom, but nice an' delicate like a moonflower--"

"You're lucky you're my favorite, chickadee, but if it's as you say...then our Geralt might stand to dethrone you."

"Read. My. Lips. Mom: Good."

"...You are most definitely mine."

"Ya can't help but love me!"

"More than anything in this world and the next - and that's precisely why you ought to whip up some fresh paintings and sketches for Cedric to look over and sell for you! Your future is vitally important, my love, and I won't always be around to pick up the slack when work is slow--"

"Godsdammit, mother! Ya got me..."

"This is my house...and the house always wins, sweetheart."

"Jus' you wait till me an' the stooges start droppin' hints for Geralt..."

"What was that, dear? I couldn't hear you over you having to be responsible for your own finances and maintaining the potency of your talents."

#☿ || Shitpost. #✘ // The Serpent Coiled Around the Crow; Hanma. #✘ // Oh Be Still My Heart - I'm His Forever; Geralt. #gyofukuki #/ it's all just one big shitpost but listen this is exactly what i was telling you and now it's immortalized #/ this is exactly how it goes every time they talk ever at all

[vro0m]

vro0m's rewatch - 173/332

2016 Monaco GP

(Buckle up there’s a lot of gifs in this one)

Well now that Spain made me lose my mind it's only fair for the follow-up to be the dullest race on the calendar. Oh wait actually maybe not? 

It's wet. They're talking of changeable conditions. Also weirdly, it's Ricciardo on pole. Huh. I can only hope this race surprises me. Interestingly, Max crashed in Q1 so he's starting for the pitlane while Daniel is starting from pole. I'm gonna be interested in that dynamic. 

The Mercs have fuel pressure issues if I understand right? Of course we're gonna have a segment on them after what happened in the last race. We see images from Monaco 2014, the controversial quali mistake from Nico. "We're not friends." Lewis leaning on his shoulder and Nico getting away from him. The Belgium 2014 crash. Merc's 2014 title win. Lewis' 2014 title win. China 2015, when Nico thought Lewis backed him into Seb during the race. Monaco 2015, when the team lost Lewis' the race. Merc's 2015 title win. Lewis' 2015 title win. The cap throw. And of course their last crash. 

Johnny interviews Lewis on the truck. He claims Lewis has been grumpy in the past few days. Lewis is surprised, or he feigns to be. He asks how he's been grumpy. Johnny says there's been people saying he doesn't look happy. Johnny hypothesises that it might be frustration because he wanted to be on the front row and it didn't work out. "Okay," Lewis says, half amused. Johnny says that's him still being grumpy with him. Which is insane. Lewis interrupts him. He says he's in a great mood, he's in Monaco, where he lives, and he gets to drive. As he waves to the crowd he points to children from the starlight foundation for hospitalised children. He says to Johnny not to listen to all the noise, "that's the problem with people, they just listen to what other people say." Johnny says in 2008 Lewis won from starting 3rd on the grid, where he's starting that day. Lewis says he got lucky that one time but he'll do what he can and get points.

The journalists are talking team orders now. Apparently Lewis hinted that they might have to rely on that if Nico and himself came together again. Brundle says of course if it turns out the Ferraris or the RedBulls become a threat for the title the team is gonna have to make decisions. 

On the truck Seb says he thinks they have a good car but we also hear him say it got worse and swearing during quali so. Yeah. Not too sure about that. 

Mmh and there's a problem with Max's car. They are hammering something on or off the car. Not good. 

I'm gonna skip Brundle's grid walk because it's never as annoying as in Monaco. 

The grid : Ricciardo, Nico, Lewis, Seb, Hulkenberg, Sainz, Perez, Kvyat, Alonso and Valtteri. 

And it's a safety car start!

It's just that wet. They're all on full wets then of course. Kvyat says his Toro Rosso is stuck on constant speed. He drops down the field even under safety car. He's back in the pits and a lap down. But he goes again. But then he says it still doesn't work. Over radio, Magnussen claims it's time they go racing, the track is ready. Lewis is also calling it. Okay! Safety car in at the end of lap 7. Kvyat is not allowed to unlap himself though which is stupid. 

Here we go! Ricciardo gets away and Lewis is close to Nico. Magnussen pits for inters! Crazy! Meanwhile Lewis almost put it in the wall in the hairpin AND A CAR HAS CRASHED?! Wait, is it on the other side of the wall…? I'm confused. It's Palmer. VSC. What happened? He's out and OK btw. The car is already hooked to the crane and lifted up, the two front wheels hanging pathetically under the car like a warm ball sack. Ohhh okay. Weird. So on the restart we see him coming down the hill with the two wheels already broken. He's just sliding down like it's on skis until it gets into the run off area and bumps against the barriers. Yeah he hit other barriers earlier. A lot of the midfield cars are getting on the inters. 

On lap 10, they go again, AGAIN. And still Ricciardo is ahead while Lewis is sticking to Nico's back. He's looking to overtake for sure. But well. It's Monaco. Jenson sets the fastest lap on inters! Yellow flags… It's Grosjean and Raikkonen into the barriers with minimal to no damage it seems. Ah nevermind Raikkonen just lost his front wing, it's stuck under his car. He's trying to get back to the pit anyway but at the exit of the tunnel it seems impossible and he retires in a run-off area. On the replay we see Raikkonen crashed by himself, then as he went again Massa ran into his back and as he went off into the barriers, Grosjean found himself stuck behind him. Seb pits for inters. More and more of them on inters. What is Merc doing. OH AND WE DIDN'T SEE IT HAPPEN BUT LEWIS IS AHEAD! He has 13 seconds to make up for to catch Daniel though. Oh ho it seems to have been team orders… I mean he immediately put 4 seconds between him and Nico so it's clearly the right call but it’s icky. Seb got ahead of Massa by cutting the chicane unintentionally so he gives the place back. Shortly after Hulkenberg almost collides with his rear in the hairpin. Lewis sets the fastest lap of the race. Still 13 seconds to Ricciardo but Nico lost 2 more seconds on him. 

On lap 20, Lewis is 12.7 seconds behind, then it's Nico, Sainz getting close to him, Perez not far behind, a big gap to Massa, followed by Seb, Hulkenberg, Alonso and Gutierrez still further down. The Merc mechanics are ready with inter tyres. But Lewis doesn't come in, so it'll be Nico. Yep. Out in P5. Massa pits as well. And that's two cars into the barriers! Kvyat and Magnussen, who almost backed away into another car. And Verstappen sets the fastest lap on inters now. Lewis needs to pit. Him and Daniel are the last ones on wets… And Ricciardo pits! And Lewis hasn't pitted?! WHY?! It's stupid af. Now Ricciardo is gaining so fast on him, setting fastest lap after fastest lap, while Ted reports the track is "bone dry". Daniel is less than 0.2 behind him… They think he's trying to go straight to the slicks. 

It's lap 30. Lewis, Daniel +0.7, Nico 26 seconds further down, Perez, Seb, Hulkenberg, Sainz, Alonso, Gutierrez, and Max, who started from the pitlane, is in the points. And Ericsson is the first one to get on the slicks. Perez follows. Then Jenson, Magnussen… Lewis is struggling. HE PITS. Ultrasofts! Do they think he can go to the end on these?! It's 46 laps!!! Everyone is pitting. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. NO FUCKING WAY. Ricciardo came in for the slicks but they weren't ready! The tyres weren't out! What a mistake! He's sitting there… It's a 13.6 stop! Unbelievable! Just as he gets in the pit exit, Lewis flies by at full speed! They are wheel to wheel after the chicane but Lewis gets away fast and he keeps the lead! Is he finally, FINALLY, gonna win his second Monaco GP?! Well there's still half a race to go, and Daniel isn't giving up! He's catching on Lewis! He attacks out of the tunnel, but Lewis defends. It's close, damn. I'm gonna be so stressed out. And he's caught in backmarkers… Seb sets the fastest lap. OH AND MAX IS IN THE BARRIERS! Virtual safety car. Meanwhile Nico is in P6. He's been held up during his pitstop to avoid an unsafe release and he lost a place to Seb. They go again and Daniel tries a move before the tunnel but almost loses it. Then he tries in the tunnel. Lewis cut the chicane! They're wheel to wheel! But again, it's Monaco. On his on-board we see him waving his hands furiously. It's true Lewis defended aggressively. Especially given he'd just made a mistake. Radio : "wtf was that?" Daniel asks. 

Lap 40. Lewis, Daniel +1.380. Perez, Seb, Alonso, Rosberg, Hulkenberg, Sainz, Jenson, Gutierrez. The incident between Lewis and Daniel is under investigation. Ricciardo is losing time slightly. Interestingly, the commentators point out, Perez and Seb are on the softs, not the ultrasofts like Lewis, not the supersofts like Ricciardo. It's pretty clear they can go to the end on these when we're unsure about the ultrasofts. Lewis sets the fastest lap. Ricciardo is gaining again. He's under a second away again. But Lewis responds. No further action for their previous scuffle. Lewis sets the fastest lap again. But Daniel responds! But behind them drivers are picking up the pace as well… Specifically Perez in P3 is faster than them both at this point. 

It's lap 50. Perez sets the fastest lap. Lewis, Ricciardo +0.8, Perez +8.9, Seb +2.3, then Alonso is 30 seconds down, followed by Nico, Hulkenberg, Sainz, Jenson and Massa. And the two Saubers, that we just heard fighting over the radio about team orders, collided! They go again. VSC. One of them pits. VSC ending. Ricciardo is so close… Nasr's Sauber is back in the pits. Ricciardo attacks out of the tunnel again! But Lewis defends again! A few corners later, Daniel locks up. He loses time a bit. We breathe. Lewis sets the fastest lap. Nasr is out of the race. There's a train behind Alonso btw. Nico is still stuck half a second behind Alonso and must be getting as frustrated as Ricciardo. Ericsson, the second Sauber, also retires. Seb sets the fastest lap. 20 laps to go. Even when it's somewhat interesting this race is too long. Daniel picks up the pace but locks up again. 

Lap 60. Lewis, Ricciardo +0.9, Perez +9.1, Seb +2.7, Alonso, Nico, Hulkenberg, Sainz, Jenson, Massa. Ohhh on a replay we see Nico overtook Alonso but then cut the chicane so he gave the place back. There may or may not be rain right at the end of the race… Seb sets the fastest lap again. Ohhh he made a mistake… He lost 2 seconds to Perez because of a lock up. 10 laps to go. Ted says he asked the pirelli guy if Lewis can go to the end on these tyres and the man answered idk I didn't expect them to make it this far so. Yeah. Reassuring. VSC : something has flown on the track apparently from one of the balconies above. It's over really quickly.

Lap 70. Daniel is 2 seconds behind and Perez and Vettel lost out with the VSC, they've fallen back a bit. Alonso, Nico, Hulkenberg, Sainz, Jenson, Massa. Of course it hasn't changed. Alonso reports some raindrops on his visor. Lewis is starting to lap the top 10! He's not under pressure from Daniel either. He's really gonna win Monaco again. 5 laps to go. Holding my breath. He's gonna be so happy about this. Seb is just one second away from the podium… That would be nice… Come on baby. 4 laps to go. Seb is 0.7 seconds away. 3 laps to go. Seb lost a bit of time. 2 laps to go. It's starting to rain, Sainz says. It's too late for it to make a difference, surely. Final lap! 

It's the end of the race! 

LEWIS WINS IN MONACO! And that's his first win in 2016 as well, damn. Somehow Hulkenberg ultimately finished ahead of Nico. He takes his time around the track, Lewis. Crowd pleaser. 

He is so happy he's basically crowd surfing his crew. He receives congratulations from Justin Bieber and it's extremely cringe. He sets down his stuff, puts the cap on and then hugs his crew AGAIN. Goes back to chat with Bieber. Shakes Perez’ hand. Daniel is unhappy. Understandably. Face closed, shaking his head. Lewis gets his trophy. Throws it HIGH!

When Daniel gets his trophy Lewis also shakes his hand, tells him a word or two. Anthem time.

They pose for the photo. 

Lewis gives the champagne to Bieber to taste then generously drowns the mechanics. Ricciardo is not taking part. Checo is hugging his guys. Lewis crouches on his step instead of coming down to talk to Brundle.

He thanks everyone and says he's at a loss for words, he prayed for a time like this and it came.

The stint length was crazy and it was close. He congratulated Daniel for how well he drove all weekend, he calls him one of the best drivers he raced against. He says he's looking forward to many more battles. He knows he's unhappy because it's always disappointing to start one pole and finish second but he should be proud of how well he drove. 

While Ricciardo's interview starts, Perez and Lewis clinks bottles behind his head. The "tink" of the glass is heard loud and clear. 

When they get back to Lewis, Brundle reminds him of the gap in the championship : 26 points. "Game on," he says. Lewis chuckles with a hollow voice.

He says he hasn't even thought about that yet. He says he forgot to congratulate Sergio, who did an amazing job to come up from where he was. He says of course they're still in the battle, there's a long long way to go. "Just when you feel it couldn't get any worse it gets better." You can't ever give up. 

Apparently Horner refuses to give an interview. Toto is beaming though. He still says he's sorry about the RBR boys mishap because you never want this to happen to anybody. I mean. Sure Toto. He says they had issues with brake temperatures on both cars that caused problems every restart but Nico suffered more from it than Lewis. He also confirms Nico letting Lewis ahead was a team order. Simon says the gap is 24, not 26. He's confident for Montréal, but the others are catching up to them for sure. 

Nico says the decision to let Lewis ahead was pretty straight forward. He doesn't make a big deal out of it. It was clear he was off the pace while Lewis still had a chance to win. From the team's point of view it's simple. 

Lewis is asked how this win ranks in his career. He chuckles. It feels like the best race ever but he's had a lot of races and can't remember all of them.

He says this one he feels in his heart he earned. It didn't feel like a stroke of luck, he did the most. He chuckles again. He used every skill he had to stay ahead of Daniel, OH RIGHT. IT'S HIS 44TH WIN. IN MONACO. Ohhh symbols, symbols. He says it feels like a long time he hasn't won. About the call to stay out when everybody was putting for inters he says the mixed conditions are generally his favourite, although he wasn't the fastest in these conditions today, Daniel was, because they had more downforce this weekend. He says he decided to stay out. (Earlier Toto said the pit wall had a whole conversation about it and it was a team decision, Lewis being part of the team.) He says he was told to box and he said no because if he did he'd have to do it again 10-15 laps later given how fast the track was drying.

He says when he came out though it was like driving on ice. He's eager to get back to them and have a drink and enjoy.

The journalist says he said earlier in the weekend the ultrasofts weren't soft enough for him but now they're probably good enough? He says he's glad… He breathes out with this look of wonder he has when he's excited.

He says he had a long way to go on these tyres. The crazy thing is you don't know how long these tyres can go but there's a number of things you can do in the car to try to make them last longer. Daniel was picking up the pace and he was trying to speed up and slow down and "just tryna keep them sweet" but you never know when they'll drop off the cliff. It felt like it went on forever. He says it's a short lap here but 47 laps is a lot. Oh my god. He crosses his hands on his heart, raises his shoulders. "I'm grateful to got them…" He shakes his fist slightly, he's a child. "So happy!" 

And then it's time for the final interview while Lewis is trying to walk through the paddock. For some reason he pushes Johnny away, "Hey get out of here man!" Johnny laughs.

"Good seeing you smile buddy," he says.

I guess Lewis was a bit grumpy after that pre race interview after all. Lewis says he doesn't know how the race looked but it felt incredible. "one of the hardest races." The rain is so tricky and Monaco is horrible in the rain. Johnny says he was under a lot of pressure fighting Ricciardo, the conditions, he must feel so relieved to finally win. He says unfortunately he doesn't feel relieved at all. He says he went out there and took what he needed to get. He doesn't feel lucky or… "No no no but it's been a long time," Johnny says. Lewis is still talking "... Or 'Thank God' , I don't feel like that. Of course it's been a long time but today – thank you man," he interrupts himself to answer a guy congratulating him on the way. "I just feel incredibly proud of the job we did, of the decision I made to stay out, not crashing, you know, with all the opportunities out there I could've for sure crashed but I just feel very proud." Eventually, prompted by Simon this time, he agrees it's been a long time. He says it's one of the hardest races to win. He's again interrupted by someone congratulating him on the way. "Merci," he says. "One of the hardest races to win," he continues. "I mean why is it so damn hard." They chuckle. "But I love it." – "You like hard," Johnny says. Which uh. 🥴 Anyway. They're doing this interview while walking up narrow metallic stairs, it's awful. He says he'll be celebrating with friends that night. He says they'll definitely party, the music is already going.

He looks at the camera. "Blessings to everyone, thanks so much for the support."

A few minutes later we see Merc taking the team photo. As Ted repeats, Nico really offered Lewis this win in a sense. And that's such an interesting thing to point out in their dynamic. 

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2016 #2016 monaco gp

[bee-tee-rus]

Crappy phone sketch but I like to imagine this shipping scenario where Mitch and Meap are ex lovers and they're fighting each other for whatever reason.I dunno, maybe Mitch stole a ship battery and Meap has to intervene. Anyways, they're wrestling and Mitch pins Meap to the ground, above him as he lets out a chuckle and says something like (gonna split the post here cuz I'm kinda embarrassed lol) CW// Slightly Suggestive

"Haha!"

"... Meap?" ((What now, what's so funny?))

"Remember when everyone thought I was your father? It's funny because you used to call me 'Daddy' so they weren't too far off~"

"Meap." ((You're an idiot.))

(I like to imagine Meap was the one who broke it off and I guess he either married someone else or he is single but still says "mother-in-law" since he was so used to referring to Mitch's mom that way (that is obviously not canon, I'm just saying scenarios for fun). Mitch has obviously never gotten over it, I mean he has Meap's pinup calendar hanging inside of his ship lol so there's times when Mitch tried to win Meap back or at least have a little fun with him. Sometimes, Meap will cave and you know... Lol to Meap it's a stress fling when times get tough but Mitch falsely believes that he is a step closer to winning back his ex lover's affections).

#my art #phineas and ferb #meap #big mitch #this ship needs a name #m&m shipping #i dunno lol #slightly suggestive #headcanon

[omg-just-peachy]

soft stevetony rec list

today is soft wednesday for @cap-ironman rec week! my favorite genre and one for which i have many recs to share 💖

anything? by halfasgoodatanything

steve misses tony when he's on a business trip, so he drinks a flask of asgardian liquor, and plays with dum-e. tony comes home early, and confessions and cuddling and cuteness ensues.

i who only love you by talesofsuspense

Steve’s sick on their anniversary, but Tony is adaptable.

quiet worship by sidium

He should let him sleep, really, he knows this. He should go back to sleep, or carefully get up, maybe make a cup of coffee, or a million other things that would allow Steve to stay in the position he’s in, peaceful and dreaming.

bring some peace by blossomsinthemist

Tony is tired, Steve is affectionate, and they spend some time together. Pretty much pure relaxing fluff.

santa won't you bring me the one i really need by quidhitch (i cannot make a rec list without this fic okay? okay)

Although Tony typically makes it a point to avoid anything that could be reasonably classified as Pepper-approved self-betterment, he will be making an exception this year in the form of a list of New Year’s Resolutions. —Well, not so much a list, exactly, it’s more like one very loud, very obvious, very critical proposition. He’s gonna write it down, put it on his calendar, say it to Jesus, and do whatever the fuck normal people do to make these things happen. In fact, even though they’re only halfway through December, it’s already emblazoned in his mind in big, flashing neon letters: STOP SLEEPING WITH EX-HUSBAND.

someone reaching back for me by festiveferret

Steve is sickly, unemployed, broke, and homeless.

All he has left is a business card with a rather hard to get phone number on it.

lovesick by royal_chandler

The depth of the flu aisle in the pharmacy is substantial, overwhelmingly so, and Steve is half-convinced he needs to return to the front and trade his basket for a full-on cart.

the warmth of your cheek against mine by blossomsinthemist

Steve's hurt. Tony looks after him. Established relationship.

teddy bear status by tazziebubbles

In which Tony almost dies (yet again) and a certain supersoldier becomes awfully touchy. Not that he minds.

how to win affection without really trying by annie d

Tony almost dies saving Steve’s life, but that’s just part of being an Avenger. It’s no reason for Steve to get all weird and intense around him afterward.

for this, i am thankful by corsets_and_cardigans

Newly divorced Dad Tony spends Thanksgiving with his attractive new neighbor.

uncharted waters by ironswordstarshield

TL;DR: Tony helps Steve shave off his grief beard (and things are all /wriggly arms).

even iron bends by muscalluna

Steve's been in Washington over a week.

hold me close by naxa1818

Steve gets de-serumed and is insecure about it. Tony makes him feel better.

indoor thoughts by picturecat

Tony is on some very effective painkillers, so he can't really be blamed for freeing some of the thoughts he usually keeps locked away. Maybe they're not so bad, anyway.

i'll turn hours into gardens by nanasekei

Every week, a plant arrives.

you make me wanna slow down by me!

one self rec for the road: Steve starts falling asleep in Tony's workshop.

#stevetony #stony #fic rec #rec list

[quiet-compassion]

OFMD Fluffvember Day 7: First Date

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51547291

“It’s pouring down out there,” Ed says reluctantly, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Stede gives a huff, of acknowledgment or annoyance, or maybe both, and continues packing the picnic basket in front of him. He drops the oranges in with more force and determination than is perhaps necessary. “It’s just a passing shower. I’m sure it will clear up any minute now.”

Ed sighs, crossing over to Stede to place a tentative hand on his back. “It’s been raining all morning, love. And if anything, the clouds are only getting darker.”

Stede shoots an angry glance out the small window to his right before sagging back against Ed in defeat. “Fuck.”

Ed hums sympathetically, wrapping his arm fully around Stede’s shoulder. “There’ll be other days for a picnic. Look, more than likely, we can go tomorrow.”

“But today is our anniversary!” Stede pouts petulantly. “The picnic was going to be our celebration.”

This gives Ed pause; he sorts through his memories and his internal calendar trying to make sense of Stede’s words. “Which anniversary?”

“Well, the first of course!”

“No, I mean, the anniversary of what?”

Stede spins around in Ed’s arms to look at him, face brimming with incredulity. “The anniversary of our first date!”

“Dickfuck, no it’s not.”

“It is!”

“Mate, that was last week!” Ed gives Stede a look as if he’s grown two heads. Stede scoffs.

“Don’t you think I would have remembered that? If it had been last week, we would have already had our picnic!”

Ed growls in frustration, readying his rebuttal, when Stede freezes. There’s a moment of thoughtful silence before he looks back up at Ed and asks, voice laced with suspicion,

“Edward, what do you think our first date was?”

“The day of the lighthouse fuckery,” Ed replies, slowly and deliberately, as if explaining something to an incredibly dense child. “You know, the day we met?”

Stede makes another face. “That was not our first date.”

“Yes, it was! We met, had a conversation getting to know each other. We did fun bonding activities together like swapping clothes and the whole lighthouse thing. Then we fell asleep together, up in the crow’s nest. You brought me breakfast in the morning!” Ed points an accusatory finger in Stede’s direction. He shakes his head.

“Ed, lovely and special as that day was, that was not our first date. I was near delirious from blood loss and incredibly obtuse. I think in order for it to be considered a date, both parties have to know they’re on one.”

It’s a fair point, but Ed’s not gonna admit that. “Uh-huh. And what do you think our first date was then?”

Stede mouth lifts into a small smile. “The night of the French party of course.”

Ed guffaws. Stede glares up at him.

“Why is that funny? We got dressed up to attend a special soirée together. I defended your honor against those pompous dicks. We shared a moment in the moonlight.” As he recounts the memory his tone shifts from indignation to fondness. He’s adorable, and Ed loves him, but he’s so incredibly wrong about this.

“Mmm, yep. Quick question then. If that was a date, why didn’t you kiss me?”

Stede flushes pink. “Okay, fine!” he bites out, hands raising slightly in surrender. “We’re both wrong. So then, let’s figure it out right now, once and for all. What was our first date?”

Both men take a moment to consider the matter seriously.

“The treasure hunt?” Ed suggests.

“You didn’t even want to go!”

That’s fair. But Ed still feels the need to defend himself. “Hey! I had a nice time!”

Stede waves him off. “How about that day at the Republic of Pirates? We had that nice lunch!”

“Oh fine,” Ed remarks sarcastically. “Our first date was the day after we had sex and also the day I dumped you.”

Stede pats his shoulder soothingly. “You didn’t really. But I take your point. Well, if that’s not it, I don’t know what it could be!”

He seems genuinely distressed and Ed’s priority quickly shifts from “win this stupid argument” to “comfort Stede”.

“Hey,” he offers gently, arms coming to rest around Stede’s neck. “It’s okay.”

Stede lets his head drop forward onto Ed’s chest. “It’s not okay, Ed. We never had a first date!”

“Well, we’ve always gone our own way,” he offers lightly. “Not very conventional, the two of us.”

Despite himself, Stede gives a little chuckle. “No, we’re not, are we?” He lifts his head to look at Ed again, eyes wide. “But, if we didn’t have a first date, when do we celebrate? When’s our anniversary?”

“We can celebrate anytime you want, man. There are no rules.”

Stede considers this. “I suppose so…Still, it’s nice to have a day. To commemorate. To, I don’t know, track our progress from.”

Ed nods. “Can count from the day we moved here. The day we decided to stay and build a life together. That can be our anniversary.”

Stede gives him a look of immense fondness, hands sliding up to cup his face. “Oh, that’s beautiful, Ed. Only…” He breaks their gaze, eyes glancing towards the half-packed picnic on the counter. 

“What?”

“It’s just—we’ve only been here a month. So that means our anniversary is still ages away!”

Ed laughs, pulling Stede in for a proper hug. “Tell you what,” he says looking out the window to examine the sky again. “I reckon the rain will be done by dusk. How about we have a night picnic on the shore and celebrate the official establishment of our anniversary?”

Stede gives him a squeeze. “That’s perfect! Yes, of course! Such an important milestone deserves a proper celebration.”

#ofmd #ofmd fluffvember #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #stuff i write

[invisibleraven]

recreating your first/favorite date for Willex

"It's our anniversary next week," Alex remarked after glancing at the calendar.

"You wanna do anything special?" Willie asked, tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he tried valiantly to beat the level of Mario Kart he was on.

"Eh, we don't need to make a big spectacle about it, but it would be nice to do something," Alex answered.

"We could recreate our first date?" Willie suggested.

"Oh yes, let's have you run me over with your skateboard and spend five hours in the ER waiting room to get my sprained wrist and your twisted ankle looked at," Alex snarked.

"That wasn't our first date. Our first date was at the amusement park. I won you a teddy bear and you almost threw up on the Tilt-O-Whirl," Willie recalled with a smirk.

"Ugh, don't remind me," Alex said, turning a little green at the memory. Sure the bear still lived on his nightstand, but he'd sworn off carnival rides ever since."Not my favourite date."

"What was your favourite of our dates?' Willie asked, putting the controller down as his first place win flashed across the screen.

"I kind of liked the pottery studio," Alex admitted. "Even if you were humming Unchained Melody the whole time."

Willie barked a laugh at that. "Oh man, I thought they were gonna kick me out for that! But the vase turned out pretty nice."

Said vase was sitting on their rickety kitchen table, painted a pale blue and filled with daisies, their shared favourite flower. Willie had made a wonky looking bowl that he painted an obnoxious orange, and that stood by the door to hold their keys.

"I'd be cool doing that again. Maybe make a bowl for Reggie to use with Chewie," Willie stated. "Then we could bring some sushi back here, watch Ghost?"

Alex snickered. "Only if you promise not to sing while we throw clay."

"Cross my heart."

But of course, they both burst out in laughter when they got to the pottery studio and there was a large sign on display:

Absolutely No Unchained Melody

Alex glared at Willie who utterly failed at looking innocent. They sat down side by side, joking as they molded their clay. Alex made a decent looking bowl for them to put fruit in, while Willie's dog bowl was still a little wonky. He was sure Reggie would love it regardless.

They left their things to be thrown in the kiln and glazed at another date, and went home, home in hand.

Where Willie could serenade Alex to his heart's content as they swayed to the Righteous Brothers while waiting for their sushi.

Sure it was a bit cliché, and Alex would admit he much preferred Dirty Dancing in terms of Patrick Swayze films, but it had been a great date night regardless.

And the next time they went to the pottery studio to throw some clay? He made a little holder for the engagement ring he had hidden at home, engraved with the word 'Ditto'.

Which is exactly how Willie answered him when he proposed, holding out his own ring.

They both said yes, and later that night, agreed that Unchained Melody had to be the first dance at their wedding.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

[ophelia-jones]

"Mom! Your booty call is back!" Remy called out the back door to Adalia that Thursday afternoon. She was in the backyard hanging laundry out to dry.

"Remy Joseph Monroe, I'm going to take away that phone if you're gonna keep talking to me like that!" Adalia returned.

"Whatever," Remy huffed and disappeared into his room, leaving Daryl standing by the open front door in the living room. Jenna and a friend of hers were giggling in the kitchen as they looted the cupboards for snacks.

"Is that your dad?" the friend asked in a not-hushed-enough whisper.

"Naw, he's a friend of my ma's," Jenna replied, both girls staring at him.

"You harassing the company?" Adalia asked Jenna when she returned through the back door and saw them staring.

"No mama. Just getting a snack," Jenna said, but there was a weird emphasis on the way she said snack, and both girls were still giggling loudly as they disappeared back into Jenna's room.

"Hey, there," Adalia greeted Daryl with a soft smile, trying not to fuss over the fact her hair was up in a messy bun and she was walking around barefoot in a pair of gray leggings and a New Orleans Saints t-shirt.

"Hey," he greeted her with a nod and that little smile - the one that seemed a little shy and made every nerve ending in her body light up. "I had a few hours to myself, thought I could take care of that stuff for you if you want."

"I won't complain," She said. "There's plenty to do, what did you have in mind?" she asked, feeling completely off balance with this new aspect of Daryl and their relationship. Suddenly, there was the sound of a chainsaw starting up. Adalia jumped at the sudden noise and leaned to peer out the window at Merle as he began clearing some trees that had fallen in a storm earlier in the year. She and Remy had managed to push them off to the side enough that the driveway wasn't completely blocked, but they were still in the way and an awful eyesore.

"That's a good place to start," she smiled at Daryl, now standing beside her. "Nice of Merle to help."

"He owes me a few favors," Daryl told Adalia with a shrug. She gazed up at him silently for a long moment. "What?" he asked when he realized he was being stared at.

"Why are you doing this, shug? Hmm? Cause you found out I had kids?" she asked, sincerely baffled by the change. Not that she was complaining.

"Naw, it ain't like that," Daryl told her, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down at his feet. "I just, I dunno, I just… wanted to."

"Well. I guess that's as good of a reason as any," Adalia said softly, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Daryl stepped up and put a hand on each of her hips. Adalia's chest hitched in surprise and pleasure. He looked down at her with those blue eyes of his.

"You gotta work tonight?" he asked.

Adalia was scheduled to work, but at that moment she'd have burned the Rendezvous down to its foundation to be able to spend some time with him.

"No, not tonight. If you're planning on winning g the karaoke contest, I'll be sure to be there though," she lied, hoping he might have other plans and that they included her.

"Merle's buddies, the ones we're working with right now, they're planning on lighting a bonfire, having some drinks. If you felt like coming out," he told her, leaning in to kiss her neck and sending sparks flying all through her.

"Let me just check my calendar," she joked, sliding her hands up along Daryl's back. He chuckled and drew back up to look into her eyes again. "Looks like I'm free tonight." she smiled. As they lost themselves in the moment, they hadn't heard the chainsaw stop.

"When you said we were coming here to get wood, that is not what I thought you meant!" Merle grumbled after poking his head in the open door to see what was taking Daryl so long.

"Shut up! I'll be there when I get there," Daryl replied, scowling at his brother.

"Hi Merle," Adalia said playfully, giving him a little wave.

"Hey Betty Boop-oop-oopsie-doop," Merle flirted back. He had started telling her she looked like Betty Boop one night at the bar and would not call her anything else now.

"Go on, I'm right behind ya!" Daryl told him, waving his whole arm at him. Merle laughed as he went back out and started the chainsaw once again.

"You didn't want the wood from that tree, did you? I thought we could take it.." Daryl was saying, and Adalia finished his sentence with him.

"For the bonfire tonight, yeah. It's a good thing you invited me at least," she teased.

"It's not the only reason I came out," Daryl defended himself. "I'm gonna hang that screen door right so it'll stop swinging and slamming all the time, fix the shutter on that back window, and anything else you need to be done."

"Anything?" Adalia asked, biting her lip at him.

"Stop," he said, waving her off and heading outside to get to work. As soon as he joined Merle, Adalia grabbed her phone and called in sick.

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As Daryl and Merle were tossing the firewood into the back of the truck, Remy came stalking up to them, his teenage boy swagger on full show.

"You know she's married, right?" he announced as he came up and leaned on the back of the truck, folding his arms on the edge of the truck bed.

"Who the fuck is this?" Merle asked in his most threatening growl. The boy stared him down without reacting.

"Adalia's boy," Daryl replied, continuing to chuck the wood into the truck bed without stopping to look at the kid.

"You think you got some mighty big balls on you, boy? Walking up on us like you 'as ready for a fight," Merle took off his gloves and started walking toward the kid, ready to teach him a lesson.

"Hey!" Daryl stepped in between them, "Naw, man. He's just a kid." Merle scowled but went back to working on loading the firewood.

"Listen, kid, you don't like me spending time with your mom, I get it.." Daryl started to say, but Remy interrupted.

"No, I don't like you coming here and making yourself right at home," Remy told him sharply.

"It ain't like that."

"Better not be," Remy said.

"You gonna be the man of the house, least you can do is work like it," Merle said, tossing a pair of gloves in the boy's face. Remy scowled but put them on and started helping.

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That night, right about dusk, Daryl showed up in the driveway to pick Adalia up. His presence was declared to all by the rumble of a motorcycle engine. Jenna and her friend looked out the window and giggled madly. Remy even had to look out the window at the beautiful machine he was on.

"All right, Remy is in charge, clean up after yourselves, and don't burn the place down. I've got my keys, so lock up. I'll be home when I get home," she said, hugging Jenna and heading for the door.

When she stepped out, Daryl was still straddling the bike, waiting for her. He looked like something straight out of a teenage dream.

When they got to the party, she was introduced to several men in various states of information and their 'old ladies', the field full of motorcycles of various styles.

"You didn't tell me you were in a biker gang," Adalia whispered in his ear.

"Naw, they're harmless," he assured her. They sat with the others for an hour or so, laughing and chatting. As time went on, the music got louder and louder and it got harder to talk. Daryl stood and grabbed Adalia by the wrist, much like he had the first night they'd met, and led her away from the others.

There was an old barn that looked like it was ready to fall over, and when Daryl gestures to a ladder that went up from the outside to the big, open hayloft Adalia had to think about it for a moment.

"It's safe," he assured her.

Once they were up there, Daryl sat on the edge with his legs hanging over. Adalia sat nearby with her legs crossed, not quite as brave as he was. The moon was orange and full; it hung just above the trees and provided the perfect mood lighting.

"What's his name?" Daryl asked after a few moments of enjoying the moon and the quiet of their hiding spot.

"Who?" Adalia asked, her heart beginning to pound and her eyes searching for a safe way out. It was a reaction honed through years of abuse and jealousy. When Tim had said those words it meant he thought she was cheating on him (which she never had) and it would lead to an argument or a physical fight.

"Your husband. Remy said you weren't divorced." he asked, lighting up a cigarette.

"Oh, Remy." Adalia sighed. "It was hardest on him, I think when we left." she accepted the cigarette when Daryl handed it to her and took a long drag before passing it back.

"He's right though, I haven't filed the papers because Tim would get a copy and that would mean he would have my address."

"He hurt you?" Daryl asked, sitting with his head down, glancing at her sideways rather than looking directly at her.

"Yeah, he did," she admitted. "I just wish I would have wised up sooner."

"It ain't that easy to walk away from family," Daryl said. He stubbed the cigarette out on the boards next to himself. "I don't know what you're looking for, Adalia, and I ain't sure I have it to give. I just want to say that, I can't make you any promises."

Adalia smiled at his honesty, and at how hard it must be for someone as private as Daryl to open himself up like this.

"I'm not looking for a ring, or a new daddy for my kids or anything like that, Daryl Dixon," she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I don't know if I could even do any of that again. All those promises and expectations. I like this, though. I like spending time with you when you have it to spare. I like just knowing there is someone out there that thinks of me fondly from time to time. To think there is someone that smiles when they think of me," she told him.

"Yeah?" he said, wrapping an arm around her.

"Yeah," she assured him. They stared up at the moon for a while longer, then he spoke again.

"We're all done with that demo job. Merle says he's got something lined up for us down in Valdosta. He wants to leave in the morning." he told her eventually.

"So what you're telling me is you ship out tomorrow, Sailor? But we got tonight," she replied, her eyelashes lowered as she looked up at him.

"Yeah," he murmured, looking right back at her.

"That's enough," she told him, and he leaned down to kiss her as he had earlier in the week.

"C'mere," he said, standing and helping her up. A little farther back in the loft, there were some blankets and an air mattress set up, a radio, and a softly lit lantern.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" she teased, and he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close.

"Yeah," he said simply before closing the distance and kissing her again, this time leading with that tongue of his and warming her right up. The music on the radio was slow and sad, and they were practically dancing as they kissed and slowly began undressing each other, running their hands over the curves and planes of each other's bodies until they could probably sculpt a statue of the other with their eyes closed.

Adalia settled onto the bed he had made for them, laying on her back without bothering to cover up with a blanket. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow under her, and Daryl settled gently on top of her, between her legs. He kissed her again and again, one hand holding hers, pinning her arm above her head as the other hand reached down so he could slide two fingers inside of her slowly, the pad of his thumb flicking lightly at her clit. She rocked her hips against his touch. Her free hand was buried in his shaggy hair as he guided himself into her slowly. This was new, and it was so sensual - she was taken by surprise once again by this man. They had fucked several times now, but this? This felt like lovemaking. As he pushed slowly in his breathing started to come quicker as if he was as moved by the intensity of this as she was.

His hand was no longer necessary to help him join their bodies, he took her free hand in it and pinned it above her head as well. Every inch of them seemed to be touching as he moved slowly rocking his hips at a slow but smoldering speed.

Adalia closed her eyes and let the feeling of their bodies join at the center, at their hands, and even their feet were all tangled up. As he needed to move faster, trying desperately to make it last as long as possible, but the need built quickly despite his efforts.

As he rocked his hips and Adalia began to move with him, his face was beside hers, his breath in her ear. Every little gasp and groan from him drove her desire higher, hotter. Adalia opened her legs just a bit wider and the friction from his movements found her clit.

"I'm going to come, Daryl, you feel so god damned good. Don't stop, please don't stop!" her words came faster, louder as her release teased and built some more.

"I could live inside of you…" he murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe. She lifted her hips and spread her legs wide as he buried himself and she felt herself unravel around him, repeating his name over and over as she came. He picked up his pace then and she could feel his arms trembling but he didn't let go of her hands.

"Adalia?" he breathed her name. "say my name again."

She obliged gladly, whimpering his name into his ear letting him feel her breath against his skin, letting him hear her every moan of pleasure at the way he felt inside of her. When he came, she could feel every muscle in his arms and legs tense and flex around her. She closed her eyes and tried to memorize every single moment of this to get her through the lonely nights.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon smut

[khaleesiofalicante]

i did not think i would live to see the day where we have (basically) angst-free mavid. but what a glorious day it is ☀️🙌

and i will most definitely accept this fic as an apology for both fmf and lbaf. i have a feeling i’m gonna migrate back to it after any remotely angsty thing in lbaf v.

ok an extended list of my thoughts, reactions, ramblings, etc.:

max in a suit will forever be my fave

brunch is most definitely a real meal, for adamant breakfast haters like myself

“How on earth could a stupid legal meeting be more important than avocado toast and strawberry mimosas?” david is the realest

david my love, calling him just mr.lightwood and not mr.lightwood-bane is probably losing you some points

the second hand embarrassment is real in this one dani 😩

“He’d like to see anyone else in that family write a dissertation on gender and colonialism in Jane Austen's Mansfield Park” he’s so hot for this

alec being taylor swifts lawyer but supporting her carbon emissions 😔 can’t win them all, folks

david baby, alec is just being jealous, don’t take it so personally pleeeeeaaasseeee

every single mavid scene in here is making me giggle and kick my feet 🥰🤭

i love the subtle netflix slander in all these fics

alec walking in on mavid 😭 david really can’t catch a break

david really is a perfect piece of shit

anjali is the absolute best. the standard, even

“you. always. all the time.” somebody hold me

david “accidentally” ruining the cake, this boy is too sweet

and the apple strudel scene was too funny

the little fbi max???? david is the best boyfriend ever

“You're my lawyer. You have to do as I ask. You can either help me or I will fire you and find someone else who will.” that was very hot

“I do have power over him. You really don’t want to see what I can do with it” this was also very hot

all their little pillow talk scenes make me so soft

seeing mavid elope in every universe is my absolute favorite

“Do not do the shimmy dance. Do not do the shimmy dance!” 😭😭😭

“he is gonna end up in a hospital like he did in Cairo” any mention of other max will be considered foreshadowing, dani

the entirety of chapter 8 was so perfect, i cant-

“sad gay prince and his little choir boyfriend” this is forever how i’m gonna refer to young royals now😤

“I represent all sorts of people,” the other man notes and then winks at David. oh, he is most defintely taylor swifts lawyer, isn’t he?

“Now I’m saying they met because of me,” the man hums. “But one does wonder where the mavid ship would be without the wind that is Jace Herondale.” YOU TELL THEM 😤

“David, you are a like a son to me and I love you very much.” HE FINALLY SAID IT 🎉

taylor swift? the taylor swift???? omg

the whole moment where mavid was singing the lines of “lover” to each other was perfect

i can’t blame david because i would also be in shock if i found myself having a conversation with hozier

david beauchamp, you perfect son of a bitch

Do you think he'll like it and forgive me for all the pain I'm about to put him through in LBAF? 🥺 david might, but i won’t. leave my baby girl alone dani, i beg of you

i think this fic was the best thing that ever happened to me 🤍💙💛

ps: don’t you dare think i missed that lbaf foreshadowing 👀 just cause other max doesn’t have david anymore doesn’t mean he can’t have any love in his life dani 😩 and what is this i hear about disrupting canon events 🤨

pps: if other max can hop dimensions, i’m sure it would be very amusing (and eerie) for him to see that mundane david writes about him so accurately

ppps: i’ve marked my calendar for lbaf v, i am so excited for this (i’m assuming the 18 chapters is the 18 years between lbaf iv v)

Was this angst free tho 👀

I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic and loved the fluff (see? i can write fluff too!!)

The 18 chapters have time skips, so it isn't really one chapter for each year (there are more than a 20 years gap if I'm not wrong - I'm begging yall don't make me do the math)

love u

#best thing ever