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hearts4golbach · 1 month

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could you write something about reader and johnnie related to the line 'he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts' from the song yummy? ty 💕💕

Tease.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warnings: use of ma, baby, mama, love, babe, slut, cheating, rough sex, unprotected sex (please use protection lol), overstimulation, implied hair pulling.

third person.

Johnnie had never thought of you as anything more than his best friend. maybe he had thought about you late at night, biting his tongue so as not to wake up jake in the room over, but never past that. he had always shooed away the thought, anyway.

ever since his past girlfriend, he had refused to ever think of another person romantically. although, he had acknowledged from time to time how funny, kind, and beautiful you were. he admired you in a friend way, he told himself.

although, whenever you had posted a selfie laying in your bed in the cutest outfit he had ever seen, it made him rethink your relationship.

he thought about the way your face lit up brighter than the sun when you saw him and the way your hand would purposefully graze him every chance you got. how could he be so oblivious? he began to think as his feelings for you grew.

you never seemed to mention other guys until you did. it was late at night whenever you had walked into johnnies room and asked him for advice. you wanted to know how to respond to a flirty text some random guy on instagram had sent, you explained. You thought he was cute and lived just a city over. this infuriated johnnie, as his feelings had been brewing for about 3 months now.

it didn't help that he got to see you every day, not that he was complaining, but it was torture. he frequently thought of you in your booty shorts and oversized band t-shirt early in the morning, making breakfast. or the slutty dresses youd wear to parties every other weekend. dont even get him started on the rhinestone belts you incorporated into every outfit. you had one in every different color, and he believed it was the cutest thing, your little addiction to them. it became too much to bear, and he frequently considered pouring his heart out to you. but he never did. things were going well with the other guy, and all he wanted was for you to be happy.

first person.

"Why are we even hanging all of this up? everyone is gonna be too drunk to notice, anyway." i complained, my arms beginning to ache as i held the decorations of choice to the wall while johnnie pinned them.

he shrugged, his eyes trailing down my body as i stretched. "cause were cool."

"i guess," i sighed, "im so worried, the guy I've been talking to is coming tonight." truth was, i could give a fuck less about that guy. yeah, he was sweet, but he wasn't johnnie. he wasn't anywhere close to being as prefect as johnnie was.

i looked into his eyes, praying he would beg me to uninvite him and be his, but that didn't happen. "Don't be, you'll be good," he responded nonchalantly before turning away to go put up valuables in the house that could be broken.

i stared at him for a moment before turning around and tending to my own work.

"Do you think this dress is okay?" i asked frantically.

"y/n, people are about to start showing up, and you're still trying to get dressed -" johnnie began to scold as he turned around.

his face flushed as he admired me in the dress. his eyes hesitated, staring at the slit in the dress that revealed my thigh and how the cut of the dress complimented my cleavage. he stayed silent.

"...so?" i asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"yeah, its whatever. its good." he brushed me off, going to unlock the door.

i hated how much he acted like he didn't care. i rolled my eyes and walked back to my room to put my shoes on. even though it was my own house, i didn't want anyone looking at my feet, of course. i put on my comfiest pair of heels and went to grab the drinks from the kitchen. i organized them on the table, setting out the plastic cups. i felt an arm wrap around my waist as a presence moved next to me.

"hey, its good to see you." the guy from instagram whispered in my ear. i leaned into his touch, ignoring the growing ache in my heart. "you look stunning."

"Thank you," i smile, "it's good to see you, too." This was only the second time we had ever seen each other in person.

i heard johnnie laughing behind me, presumably speaking to jake. i glanced behind me to see him leaning on the counter. he looked at me at the exact same time. He held his breath as his eyes ran over every part of me before turning his attention back to jake.

i sighed, "you wanna go dance?" i asked, hoping he'd say yes and hoping johnnie would hate it.

his eyes shined with lust, "Of course."

i grabbed his hand and dragged him into the other room, making sure we were still in johnnies vision. the guys hands moved to my hips immediately, pulling me onto him. my eye twitched with anger. i hoped it would work. i hoped and prayed johnnie would give in and make me his, so i had a reason to end this situationship. distractions weren't working anymore.

i kept my eyes on johnnie as he turned to watch. his eyebrows scrunched together whenever he saw the way i was pressed into the guy. his hand gripped the cup tighter, his knuckles turning white. i held eye contact the whole time, my gaze never leaving his as our movements became more sexual.

johnnie turned back to jake, saying something before setting his cup down and walking over to me. "can i steal you for a second?"

"Sure, bro," the guy said, taking his hands off of me and letting me walk away with johnnie.

"what, johnnie?" i groan, "im just trying to have fun."

he pushed me into my room and shut the door behind us and locked it. "what the fuck do you think youre doing?"

"what do you mean?" my heart raced.

"You know exactly what you're doing." he whispered in my ear, his pale arms snaked around me and grabbed my hips. "You've been teasing me for so long."

he pulled me closer. i pressed my hands against his chest. "really? what makes you say that?" i taunted.

"Those tiny jean shorts you wear around the house. you never wear them out, so i know they're for me. and those studded belts you always wear that somehow make your body even sexier than it already is." his hands slid down my thighs and pulled up my dress. it bunched around my waist as he squeezed my ass. "you really think i dont notice all the slutty little things you do?"

i bit my lip, feeling his nails digging into my flesh. "i was hoping you did. ive wanted you for so long."

"me too, mama." he replied before crashing his lips onto mine.

the kiss was rough and needy. he pressed me against the wall, his hands dragging up my body to my tits. he squeezed and pawed at them, not bothering to be gentle. i let out a soft moan on his lips. i felt him grow harder through his jeans as he pressed into me. i began to pull off of his shirt, immediately returning to the kiss as it landed on the floor. he wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing gently. our teeth occasionally clashed as we tried to take as much of each other as possible.

he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist before bringing me to the bed. he tossed me down on my back before crawling on top of me. his mouth found the soft spot on my neck, biting and sucking until dark hickeys covered my neck and chest. he pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my bare chest.

he hummed, "god, you're so beautiful." he murmured before taking my nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirled over the bud, sucking gently. i moaned and arched my back, grinding onto his buldge.

"fuck, johnnie, let me have you." i pleaded, beginning to unbuckle his pants.

"Yes, ma'am." he complied, pulling his pants and boxers down around his ankles. his hard dick sprung out of his jeans.

i hissed, "shit."

johnnie slipped his middle and ring finger in my mouth. "Spit, baby." i did as he told, licking his fingers before spitting on them. my gaze never left his. i watched as lust overtook his eyes. "Good girl."

he rubbed my spit on his cock, wincing slightly as the friction. his slender fingers slipped through the lace strap of my underwear, pulling them down. i choked out curses as the cold air hit my pussy.

"god, youre fucking soaked." he smriked, "youre going to do so good for me, ma."

he gripped my hips, aligning his tip with my entrance before slowly sliding his cock inside of me. my mouth fell ajar as a soft moan escaped my lips. he bottomed out, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. my walls squeezed his cock, sending shivers through my body.

"fuck," he choked out, "are you okay?" he checked, running his hand over my cheek and pulling on my bottom lip.

i nodded quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist. his fingers intertwined with mine, putting one hand above my head. his other stayed on my hip, gripping so tightly i figured there'd be bruises in the morning. he began to thrust slowly, taking his time with me.

"I've wanted to feel you for so long," he muttered on my lips before kissing me softly. "god, youre so perfect. do you think you can take me, babe?"

i hesitated before nodding. "yes, oh my- please."

he moved his hand, so he had a firm hold on my hips. speeding up his pace, he whispered sweet nothings under his breath. "That's it, baby." his hand flew to my clit, rubbing circles.

my back arched slightly as i threw my head back. he took that to his advantage, his cock driving further into me. "Oh, shit." i moaned, placing my hand on his chest. "johnnie, i-i can't.."

"Yes, you can, love. i believe in you." his eyebrows furrowed. "im not done with you, yet."

i nodded, letting pleasure take over my body. moans and curses flowed out of my mouth. his pace was relentless. my mind was fuzzy, and i couldn't form any words besides his name. i moaned his name loud, forgetting other people could hear.

"you arent worried about your little boyfriend hearing you?" he chuckled in between pants, "youre such a slut, i love it."

"only you," i repeated, "only for you."

"That's my girl," he slammed my g-spot over and over as a knot began to form in my stomach. "youre mine."

i nodded eagerly, "'m gonna cum, baby."

"Me too, where do you want me?" he asked breathlessly. his thrusts became sloppy.

"inside. im on the pill," i moaned out, louder than i was expecting.

"i fucking love you." his raspy voice responded. "cum with me, mama."

his thumb met my clit again as my walls milked his cock, taking every last drop of his cum inside. my orgasm took over my body, making me go limp.

he kissed my forehead. "god, you're amazing," he flipped me over so i was bending over the bed, "give me one more."

all i could do was nod as i was still recovering from my previous orgasm. without warning, he was inside of me again, his quick pace never faltering.

my moans became high-pitched. the overstimulation was a mix of pain and pleasure. his fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my head down into the bed as he hit a different angle inside of me. his other hand gripped my ass as low whimpers slipped from his lips.

"fuck, i love you so much." his sweet words contradicting his actions. i tried to say it back, but it came out unintelligible. he stopped thrusting, balls deep inside of me. "use your words, baby."

"fuck, i love you." i grinded my ass into his hips, "i love you so much."

his cock began to drill into me again as i felt the knot in my stomach tighten again. "You close?" i moaned out in agreement. "Me too,"

my second orgasm hit me like a truck at the same time his did. johnnie collapsed onto the bed next to me. "we'll go shower when everyone leaves." he said breathlessly. i nodded in agreement. i laid my head on his chest and knocked the fuck out.

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sodadrabbles · 3 years

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hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth.

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

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The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine.

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back.

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team.

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

#mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #request #anon #cc!ranboo x reader #cc!ranboo x you #cc!ranboo x y/n

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angeltears-writing · 4 years

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can i request some angstyyyyy stuff because iM a suCkEr for pAiN me→🤡 how would the brothers (separately) react to their s/o finding out they cheated on her and she breaks up with them and how it goes down and their regrets(?) how/why they cheated and if they did it on purpose and if it meant anything thankkkssyouu🥺

The Brothers cheating on MC

I hope you like this one, I couldn’t do angst for Asmo he doesn’t deserve it!

Lucifer

It’s like his world suddenly turned to ice, his stomach dropped to his feet when he opened his eyes and saw you staring at him.

His words were stuck in his throat as he saw you turn and run away into the crowd.

It had been a stupid dare and he was drunk, Diavolo had dared him to kiss one of the cute witches that were at the party and he had against his better judgment.

Things had heated up with that kiss, her hands looping around his neck and his tongue being pushed down her throat.

His shame hit him like a cold bucket of ice water, waking him from his drunken state.

“MC! Wait!” He raced after you wanting to reach you and tell you it was all a stupid mistake and he didn’t mean any of what happened.

He found you outside in Diavolo’s garden, crying all by yourself in the cold.

Your sobs were like slashes against his heart, he caused this. He did this by being unfaithful to you.

He knew nothing he said to you now would make up for his betrayal and the humiliation he caused you.

He knew it would take some time to win you back after this and he was a patient demon.

He watched you from afar and decided breakfast in bed tomorrow was a good start as any, for now, he’d make sure you had some space while you processed the emotions.

Mammon

It had been constant fighting at the house, mainly between you and him.

He wasn’t sure what had been happening but your relationship was facing a fight after fight, after fight.

You felt sensitive because he wouldn’t stop calling you lowly human and asking you for money constantly. He felt annoyed because it felt like you were getting closer to his brothers and kept taking their side in their fights with him. Both of your insecurities had been bubbling over into passive-aggressive behaviour, snide remarks, and quick bitter arguments. He felt like you didn’t care about him anymore and decided he’d try to stop loving you back.

That’s why he found himself spilling all of his complaints about you to the cute, sweet witch who summoned him. She seemed different than the other times she summoned him, she calmed him down and was nurturing. She also seemed to support his side of the argument which you of lately scarcely did.

So when she moved in on him and kissed him, he didn’t exactly push her away.

When she suggested he spend the night, the next day and The next evening with her he couldn’t say no.

Until he caught her trying to cut him up then this little tryst was over.

He finally returned to the Devildom feeling stupid and angry, when you greeted with tears in your eyes asking where he had vanished to he felt terrible.

You did care about him and there he was returning from his cheating session where he had been bad-mouthing you constantly.

He knew this would turn out badly but he regretted his actions as soon as he saw your face. He came clean.

Your biggest fight yet happened, you shouted, screamed and cried so much you lost your voice and nearly got sick.

He pleaded for forgiveness and tried to explain himself but you were having none of it.

You decided to stay locked up in your room for the rest of the week and were ignoring his calls, bangs at your door and when he tried to talk to you at dinner.

He was broken inside and wished he could turn back time and stop himself from messing up.

Levi

To say your relationship was perfect with Leviathan would be accurate.

You guys respected each other’s interests, you did everything together and you were each other’s hype men and supporters.

So when Levi started a new online RPG game, invited you to play with him and you died immediately every time you restarted he tried to bite his tongue. There were plenty of things you were good at and this just wasn’t one of them.

Soon you said screw it and decided to stop playing altogether, he met a new player who sent him a friend request.

They followed Levi, helping him out during quests and sending him gifts so he sent his Devilcord name. They talked over voice chat while they played and he often forgot you were even in the room.

He was always chatting to his new friend, laughing at their jokes and complimenting them.

You felt like a third wheel and your boyfriend wasn’t making things better when he shouted out that he loved this new friend more than anything in the world after they defeated the mega boss together.

He didn’t even realise you left the room crying, you guys had been together for months now and he had not told you he loved you once.

He told everyone at breakfast that his friend was coming over to visit him that night so they all should stay out of his way.

Levi rushed past you when there was a knock at the door that night and who was waiting there but a pretty succubus in a tight low cut top, her hands were immediately on Levi’s arms and she pressed her body against his.

He didn’t stop her or even blush!

He led her to his room and closed the door, you entered after a few minutes and found her giving him a kiss on the lips after he defeated a boss.

You left slamming the door as you stomped to your room.

Guilt flooded Levi, he didn’t know you were there and didn’t know why the succubus was kissing him.

He pushed her off and told her to get out.

He pounded on your door begging you to let him explain, the door flew open and he was met with your tear-streaked face.

It was like he was stunned, you told him the kiss was just the tip of the iceberg of his cheating, he had not just cheated on you physically but emotionally too.

After being cussed out by you, he went to his room and locked himself in there, not playing a single game or checking out any new anime’s. He felt he didn’t deserve to after what he did to you.

He wallowed in his self-pity and stopped coming out to eat meals because he couldn’t face you.

Satan

He had high standards and lately, it seemed you weren’t measuring up.

Things you did he once called cutely were not apparently embarrassing for him.

He called you from RAD and said, unfortunately, he had to cancel your date to the art museum that night, for the fourth time this month. He said he had to go to the human world for an event.

Well you decided you could go to the art museum without Satan, so when you arrived and saw a tall blonde demon with his arm draped around the waist of some curvy succubus, you tried to brush off your suspicions.

That is until you heard his familiar laugh. You decided to spy on him for a bit.

He led her around the museum, laughing at her jokes, telling her that she was more beautiful than the art on the wall.

You felt like crying but when you saw her go to the bathroom you decided to confront him.

“Hey what the hell is wrong with you? You canceled our dates to hang out with her!” You were going to let him have it.

“Oh MC, well I guess my messages have not been getting through to you, MC I’m sorry you caught me like this but things haven’t been working out between us and I found someone I’d rather spend my time with.”

He seemed slightly annoyed and embarrassed when you started crying.

“I guess I’ll see you at The House of Lamentation, MC.” He marched off and joined his date leaving you alone.

Enjoying the night without you.

Asmo

The Avatar of Lust was someone who you did not expect to be monogamous but he said he’d give it a shot for you.

That promise lasted 3 weeks.

You came home and followed to the loud moans and screams of delight to his room and walked in on him in the midst of an orgy.

When he spotted you he didn’t even seem embarrassed, he just smiled and gestured for you to join.

Instead, you ran to your room and stayed locked in there for hours.

You heard a knock at the door and saw it slowly open, Asmo stood in his nightgown and held two face masks and a pleading guilty smile.

“MC-“He started but you turned so your back was to him. He let out a low giggle.

“Look, I love you MC, I have a great time with you. You understand me and make me feel special. You’re supportive and kind and I just love everything about you. But I can’t be in a closed relationship, I only having romantic feelings for you my love but as the Avatar of Lust, I need to be sexual with others. I hope you understand and we can make this work. If you want to continue and talk I’ll be in my room.”

He left the face mask on your bedside and closed your room door after he left.

Would you be able to share him with others in such an intimate way?

He did make you feel special, loved, supported and he was always taking you as his plus 1 to every event. He gave you special beauty treatments, took you shopping for anything you wanted from clothes, jewelry, and desserts. You were a permanent feature on his Devilgram none of his love-making buddies made it on thereafter he was done with them.

You looked at the face mask and made up your mind.

Beel

It was your anniversary at Devils Kitchen, Beel had been raving about this steak he was eating, he practically inhaled the thing.

He said he’d never tasted something like that before it was like his dream meal.

So when the waiter dropped off complimentary desserts from the chef who made Beel’s steak and was told the chef wanted to meet Beel after he was done, you tried to brush off your feelings of jealousy.

When you met the cute succubus who seemed to instantly connect with Beel, you swallowed your words and plastered on a smile.

The next day when you were meant to hit the gym with Beel you found him in the kitchen with the Chef, they were laughing together making chocolate truffles and feeding it to each other.

“Ah, what’s going on here Beel?’ you said interrupting their giggling session.

“Oh MC! You’ll never believe it, my new friend here just invited me to this great food tasting event in the next town. I’ll be away for a week” The “new friend” gave you a cold fake smile that told you exactly what you needed to know about their intentions.

Well you trusted Beel and wished him well on the trip, I mean it took him a while to open up with you and a place filled with food would mean he wouldn’t be interested in this succubus.

On his second night, you got a call, it was Beel. His voice sounded depressed and strangled.

“MC, I’m sorry. I messed up, I didn’t mean for this to happen! It was an accident I swear.”

Tears pricked your eyes, “Please tell me you ate all the food at the event.” You managed to push out.

“Oh MC…I’m sorry we were getting along and it was late. Suddenly we were kissing. It didn’t mean anything though I only want you-”

You hung up, you hoped that he would stay away for the rest of the week so you could cry in peace.

You tore up your couple pictures and sobbed yourself to sleep.

He came back home the next day but you pretended not to hear or see him.

He was aching inside he wanted to make it up to you, show you it was just a mistake. He didn’t mean it.

Belphie

He had been colder towards you recently, Lilith’s birthday was soon and all of his human phobic feelings were coming back up.

He had been trying to provoke you and hurt you, taking out his frustrations on you.

Nothing had made you break though, you just kept telling yourself and him that you’d be there for him and support him whenever he wanted to talk or just be held.

He felt like you were provoking him, pushing him to hurt you by responding the way you were.

So he took it further he found some random succubus and called her to dinner in front of everyone. He put her on his lap and would not stop kissing her and complimenting her. He looked right at you when he was doing this.

He had a sickly smile when you left the table in tears but seeing you like that he felt terrible.

He told the succubus to get out and knocked at your door.

He told you to open the door or he’d break it down, you unlocked it and he came inside.

“Look Belphie, I’m on your side. I thought that since we were together we’d work things out together but tonight it was too much. You went too far.”

“MC, I’m sorry I was being an ass for no reason, I tried to hurt you. It seems like I can’t stop hurting you. I’m sorry I should just go.”

He knew he was being stupid and he knew to hurt you was wrong but he did it anyway and for what.

He regretted his choices but decided it was best if he left you alone, he didn’t deserve you anyway.

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restless | c.h.

During restless nights an old book and your soothing voice are the only things that can get Calum to sleep.

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The bed shifts and you hear Calum sigh beside you. He’s been restless for nights on end. You don’t know what’s going through his mind—if it’s good or bad—and can’t bring yourself to ask. He’s always opened up of his own volition, you know when he’s ready you’ll be the first to know. You turn and face him, it coming as no surprise that his eyes are open and his hand is curled into the sheet; his frustration at lack of sleep showing in the harsh grip he keeps and the uneven breaths lifting his chest.

“Can’t sleep again?” It’s less a question and more a statement. You don’t expect him to tell you why and are settled with just the nod of his head.

“Don’t know what to do to fix it,” he admits and you hear the defeat in his tone as he lets out another sigh. “I’ve never struggled like this before.”

His struggles strike an ache through you that sits in the silence and the dark. You bite your lip in contemplation and think about all the nights Calum has helped you when sleep was evasive and thoughts were too loud. An idea slowly forms in your mind as you turn back around, reach a hand out to switch your bedside lamp on and start to rise.

“Where are you going?” Calum asks, his hand gently trailing your arm. “If I’m keeping you up I can go to the spare room.”

“No,” you quickly deny and feel your feet hit the cool wooden floor, eyes darting to the other side of the room where your bag lays on the floor. “I have an idea. It might help.”

Calum doesn’t say anything as you stride for your bag and pull out your favorite book. You’ve been bringing it with you everywhere lately as you reread it. Calum’s taken a vague interest in it at times; it’s the backup he gave you on a night that rain decorated the pages. You climb back into bed and settle into a sitting position with your back against the headboard, opening to the first page.

“Sweetheart,” Calum says and you hear the confusion in his voice.

“I can’t sing or hum you to sleep like you do for me”—you begin and give him a sincere look—“but I can read to you. Just close your eyes.”

“I don’t know,” Calum says and you know the uncertainty stems from too many nights without a cure; how is he to believe something—anything—will work at this point.

“Just try, for me?”

Calum nods but doesn’t close his eyes, keeps his gaze level on you and readjusts his position, arms now open and waiting. “Will you at least come here? I definitely won’t sleep if you’re not where you’re supposed to be.”

You blush at the sentiment, knowing his arms are where you belong, especially in the night. Especially after weeks without his hold. You move down and let his arms wrap around you. You readjust the book and peer at the first sentence.

“Are your eyes closed?” You question and feel him nod against you and you believe it.

Quietly you begin reading, voice as soothing and soft as can be. He makes a few noises as the first chapter comes and goes; showing his interest and that he’s still awake. But as the second chapter begins he goes quiet. By the end he’s been silent and all you can hear is his steady breaths and two heartbeats nearly in sync.

“Cal?” You whisper, just to be sure.

You’re met with no reply and smile just a little as your plan finds success. You close the book and set it on the nightstand as you flick off the lamp. You leave the book there the next morning, wondering if chapter three would be read that night.

When it is and chapter four and five and six also come and go and the end of the book nears Calum finally confides in you about his restless habits.

“I think I’ve just been missing you,” he admits. “Our break was a lot and now I’m back at rehearsals and tour prep and I feel like we never get to spend time together anymore.”

“I’m right by your side all night,” you promise though you know it’s not the same, it’s not what he’s craving and you sympathize with the feeling.

“I know,” he rationalizes. “But it’s nice to hear your voice as I drift off. It’s a good reminder.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise and know the words sound light but the impact is much stronger. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You resolve to make the most of mornings, to wake up a bit earlier to spend more moments together. Have breakfast with one another. Find a rhythm of being back together. To make healing the hairline fractures distance caused a priority.

The next night you finish the book. The night after when uncertainty lingers you reach to the nightstand.

“I got a new book today,” you say. “I think you’ll like it.”

Calum grins and reaches for it. “I think it’s my turn to read to you.”

You settle into his hold and revel in the softness of his voice. You both fall asleep with the book laying open on the mattress beside you. And once that book is finished another takes its place and shifts back into your hands and voice. Reading becomes a routine. Nights together are a solace. Restlessness is a thing of the past. You are each other’s way of finding peace.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Lets Make Our Own Christmas Story

Summary- 3k Mike (Me) x You. Christmas time is here and you are all set to throw your party. Mike might also have a surprise that will make it the best Christmas of all.

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Warnings- Smut. Puppy walking in on that moment.

A/N- YEAH I KNOW. I swear this is the last one. Cross my heart. I have been doing this little tiny piece since forever, so Im not holding onto it for a whole year.

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You woke up to feel Mike pressing behind you, nuzzling the back of your neck with the bristles on his chin and his hand massaging your belly. You hid a sleepy smile in the pillow for just a moment, feeling him rock his hips against your back side. His heavy erection grinding into you.

“G’Mornin” His voice raspy in your ear, nipping just below your lobe. “It’s your day off isn’t it?”

You wriggled back into him a bit to make him groan, which he did while dropping his head into the crook of your neck momentarily before going back to teasing along your neck and shoulders once more.

“It is, which means… I should be sleeping in Mike and not being woken at six thirty in the morning.” You peeked at the bedside clock. Mike chuckled while his hand dipped between your thighs, doing lazy rubs on your folds to make you widen your legs more.

“We could sleep afterwards? Go to breakfast, take Max down to that park by Scott's place?” He offered as he let his fingers coat in your slick, dragging it up to your clit and circled, lightly pressing down.

Your head lifted to see where Max was exactly, and the pup was sitting at the end of the bed having heard the two of you waking up, tilting his head to look at the two of you. “Mike…” You shivered a bit, your muscles tightening with desire.

“What Sweetheart?” He went harder, feeling you start to melt into his touch.

“M-max is watching.”

“So? He ain't hurting nothing.” His mouth fondled the curve, biting slightly to tease and you rocked into his fingers.

“I don’t know, it's just weird? Can you just put him in the living room until we're done?” You whined a bit and Mike huffed a bit before pulling his fingers away.

“Be right back.” He pushed off the bed and the puppy started wagging his tail excitedly when Mike scooped him up to tuck him under his arm. When Mike left, you rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to mess your hair into a sexy bedhead instead of a snarl hot mess, at the same time shoving a toothbrush in your mouth real quick.

Heading down the hallway, Mike petted the wriggling pups head. “Okay buddy, just give me like an hour okay? Then I promise a walk where you can piss on every fire hydrant between here and the park. All the damn cookies you can cram in that cute mouth of yours. Just do me this solid, m’kay?” He set Max down and he wagged his tail again, drifting away from Mike heading towards his food and water dish. For good measure, Mike tossed a scoop of food in the bowl, which Max set upon enthusiastically. “Perfect, eat and go take a nap.” Sure that the puppy was occupied for a bit, he hurried back down the hallway to find you lounging back in bed, in which Mike bounced back in his spot, pulling you back in against him. “Ahh, now where were we Pretty Girl?” he paused a moment, taking in your appearance and catching a whiff of toothpaste, making him grin. "Cleaned up for me? I'm flattered. Wait, you want me to go brush my teeth right quick?" He made a move to get off the bed but you pulled him back down.

"No, You started this, let's finish it." You took his hand before it could travel back down to tease you and sucked his fingertips, swirling your tongue around them and you could see those sharp blues widen, his pupils taking over. Pulling off with a pop you wriggle your ass against him once more. “You really going to take me to breakfast?” you asked with mock innocence and Mike snorted, his knee pressing between your thighs and spreading them till your leg hiked over his to hold you open.

“Yea, yea… after this.” His wet fingers massaged a breast, plucking at your nipple while he reached between you two and circled his cock to run along your slit and press against your entrance which drew out a lewd moan while he stretched you.

“Mmhh, this is almost as good.” You whimpered out as he pinched your nipple slightly while burying himself in you. “Okay better…” You clenched around him while he started making shallow thrusts into you.

“Fuck this is way better.” Mike nibbled on your shoulder and rested a hand on your hip to hold you in place while he rutted behind you, the more you squeezed around him, the harder he would move.

A moan escaped you in that early morning love making, making a grab for his hand and pulling it up to cover a breast which he started palming harshly while flushing kisses along your neck and at the hinge of your jaw. Twists of fingers started pulling on your nipples, making you wither against Mike as the pinches excited you.

“Mmmh I know you love when I play with you like this.” Another twisted pull made your chest heave. After a few moments he went to the other, teasing all while he kept fucking you from behind, pausing every now and then to give a dirty grind.

You both are caught up in the moment, Mike rolling you to your stomach to pin you underneath him, his hands covering yours and weaving fingers together, thighs caging yours. Its all a but sloppy, but you don’t care at this point with how good he felt pushing into you at this angle. Then the bedroom door creaked open and there was an pitter patter of feet.

“Shit-” Mike groaned against your neck, knowing that Max just barged in on them. The puppy sat on the floor by the bed and started barking to get there attention. “Max quiet!” Mike said urgently, knowing earlier you were uneasy with him being in the room.

You arched back into Mike's chest pressing you into the bed, hissing out. “Just ignore him, keep going.”

“That's what I said before.” He groaned above you as he angled himself, having found your sweet spot that made you start squeezing around him and begging him to keep going.

“I know what I said Mike… Fuck right there, I’m so close.” Your noises going from mewls in need to cries as that spiral of pleasure started to tighten in a threat to snap. Max’s barks started to turn into howls as both you and Mike slammed into each other, your orgasm making your walls lock around Mike's cock, and he rocked harshly into you with stuttering jerking hips till he shot his load into you and sunk over you in his own bliss. “Max hush!” Mike said louder and dropped a hand over the edge of the bed to ruffle Max’s ears and thankfully that distracted the puppy to quiet him.

You whined under Mike a bit, twisting a bit to get comfy. “You gotta ease up a little bit Mike…” In which Mike pulled out and eased back a bit, allowing you to turn under him and run your hands along his back. “You know you are better than an alarm clock. Thanks for waiting till my day off for that though. I would have been late.” You chuckled softly, your fingers sliding up and down his back, twirling patterns across the muscles.

Mike scooped Max up onto the bed, where he wriggled in between the two of you, flopped on his back so you could tickle his belly. “Did you forget to close the door?” You teased Mike who shrugged while pushing up to sit, going to grab some clothes from the dresser.

“I was a bit distracted to think about closing the door. Besides, he didn't see anything, did you Bubba?” He grinned as he yanked his boxers on and Max thumped his tail hearing Mike. You nuzzled Max one last time and got up to get dressed too. “So we're still on for breakfast and the park?”

“Sure but I gotta be back tonight to prep food for the party tonight.” You hummed while snapping your bra on and going into the bathroom to finish your routine.

Mike stalled a minute while buckling his belt. “That's tonight?”

“Mike, please don't tell me you forgot about it?” You looked out the bathroom door with a doubtful look and your boyfriend flashed a good natured grin.

“Nah Baby, I got a mind like a steel trap.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes before disappearing back into the bathroom.

"You totally forgot." You retorted and Mike winked at Max while whispering.

"That's what she thinks." He tickled under the pup's chin.

It was later that evening, you had food spread on the counter, Mallory had come over early to help prep. Which was more her supervising and gossiping. You were sure to keep her supplied with plenty of sex on the beach drinks.

"So… what do you think Mike got you this year?" Mallory asked with a knowing smirk. You side eyed her while fixing a veggie platter up, placing a bowl of dip in the middle and setting it on the counter.

"No clue, but seeing you grin, I'm sure you do."

Mallory huffed, going all dramatic on you with a flutter of her hand to her chest and dropping her lips into a o at the accusation. "I know no such thing."

"Yea You do, but it's a surprise. So I don't want any hints Mal." You stressed and she rolled her eyes.

"You take all the fun out of it Y/N" she scowled. "Well what did you get for him?"

You grinned, excited to get to reveal your surprise. "Okay, you know how much of an action buff he is?"

Mallory tsked. "I do. Action just loses the dramatic and romance in writing though, I just don't understand…"

You cut her off before she could continue. "I found an authentic Bruce Willis signed Die Hard poster. I had a few places take a look at it. Then had it framed. I'm going to wrap it up and hang it on the wall Christmas Day before he wakes up."

Mallory nodded with a chuckle. "Damn, he is going to go ballistic."

"I know! I can't wait."

You heard the apartment door opening as well as several voices, so you dropped the conversation, going back to spiking some hot chocolate in the crock pot with peppermint schnapps and putting the lid back on when Mike, Scott, Scott’s boyfriend Neil, Samson and Lyle barged into the apartment, loaded with packages and case of beer, bottles of wine and a excited Max bouncing up and down around on his leash. You went into immediate hostess mode, directing where the presents went under the tree, beers in a cooler, and the wine opened to breathe.

“Mmh, looks good Babe.” Mike wrapped an arm around you, looking over the spread of food on the counter, reaching to grab a cookie and snapped a bite of it between his teeth. “I can't believe you got all this put together, we weren't gone that long.”

“I had help. Mallory was here early.” You grinned and Mallory held up her drink in acknowledgment.

“I will have you know Mikey that I kept her right on track the whole time.”

He snorted in disbelief and grabbed the vodka bottle to top off Mallorys glass as she held it out towards him. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Y/N, reign your boyfriend in please. If I wanted to be insulted I would be at the theater.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he mimicked her.

“He can't be controlled, you know that. You've known him longer then I have.”

Mallory hopped off the stool with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

“Love you to Mal.” Mike piped up while she flipped him off, going over to where the others were arguing who had the biggest present. Scott and Neill wandered over, Max flipped baby style in Scott’s arms, soaking up the attention.

“Scott is ready to claim Max as our child and take him home.” Neill grinned while pressing a kiss to Scott’s shoulder. Scott made a whimpering noise and whined out a bit.

“Well look how cute he is, You love Uncle Scott and Neill, right?” Max wriggled in his arms and tackled Scott until he set him down where Max greeted his people, leaning his paws on your knee in a stand begging for a treat.

“I have never seen you get all soft for a dog Scott.” Mike arched a brow and you leaned down to rub on Max’s face, wiggling your nose back at him.

“He’s adorable, how could anyone not fall in love with him? And I'm sure Uncle Scott and Uncle Neil will be happy to have him come stay with them.”

Mike grinned a bit, sharing a look with his best friend who winked back at him. “Oh you know Y/N, anytime, any day. Spoil and give him back right? I can teach him some manners too.”

Neill tipped his head in a laugh and Mike had the dignity to look insulted. “Manners? He's got manners. Max Boy, come over here Bubba.” He beckoned the puppy, who happily followed him. Mike clapped his hands a moment to excite him, then dropped his hands for Max to put his front paws in and dance around the room for a few moments.

Afterward they all gathered around the kitchen counter, snacking on food and talking about upcoming projects they all had going on, debating on when the next bowling tournament was going to take place. You and Mallory started mixing stronger drinks for yourselves, giggling together while snapping pictures with everyone.

Mike watched you from the corner of his eye while you dragged Scott away from the group to dance ridiculously to Santa Baby and finally you crashed on the couch, cuddling with Max for a few moments to cool off when Mike excused himself from the others. Falling on the couch next to you, his arm going around your shoulder and he pressed his lips against your temple.

“Having a good time Babe?”

You happily nod and cuddle in closer, buzzed a bit from the alcohol and happy having your loved ones with you. “It's a great Christmas party, reminds me of the ones I had at home this time of year with my siblings and friends.”

Mike let his fingers brush through your hair a bit, arching a brow. “They were like this gang?” The two of you watched the group shoot popcorn at one another, Samson loudly vocalizing how to properly catch popcorn, Lyle was just shoving handfuls in his mouth, Mallory attempting to prove Samson wrong by flicking them at him as he directed, and Neill effectively shooting them into Scott’s mouth, proving there was more then one method.

“Pretty close. My brother is a professional beer pong player. I used to have the title though.” You bragged a bit and Mike laughed.

“Well how would you like to get the title back? Granted if you beat me that is.” He wiggled a brow and you peeked up at him curiously.

“Oh bring it on, as soon as I save the money for a trip, it's on Mister.”

Mike leaned a bit to reach in his back pocket and pulled out two tickets to hand to you. “How about we go sooner rather than later Y/N?”

You snatched the tickets, looking at the dates. They were for the day after Christmas all the way till after the New Years. Tickets to Boston. Your fingers clutched at the tickets and swallowed a bit to keep the knot of surprise down. “You mean it… were going to go see my family?” You twisted in your seat, holding the tickets at your chest.

“You haven't been home in years Baby, I know you miss them. I already talked to the Head Nurse to give you the time off and I can bring my laptop to work on my script once in a while. I’m almost finished with it, I might be able to get it done before we leave.”

It all sunk in what he was saying and you gave a squeal of excitement, launching yourself into Mike's lap and clutching his face to kiss him fiercely in excitement, babbling. “Baby I don't even know how to thank you. I don't need anything else, this is perfect. Thank you so much, I love it, I love you.”

Mike just listened while rubbing your back as you let it all spill out, Mallory coming up behind the couch and leaning against it so she was level with you two leaning over it. “I see you finally told her you guys are going to Boston. Mikey, I know what you're gonna gettttt…” You reach over and cover Mallorys mouth.

“Don't you dare spill it Mal!”

Mallory jerked back with a wicked grin. Mike was always one to take the bait and he pinned you in his lap. “What? Come on Mallory, drop a hint because Y/N has been holding out on me.”

She winked at the two of you while sipping from her drink. “You’re gonna get lucky Mike, that's what you are gonna get for Christmas.”

You snorted, relieved Mallory didn't spoil your surprise. Giving a shrug, you nodded. “She's not wrong Mike.”

Mike seemed to contemplate what you two were saying when he suddenly bellowed out. “Parties over! Everyone get out.” Which you smacked his chest and shook your head when the group suddenly went quiet in surprise.

“He's kidding, guys!” you call out and they turn back to snacking and talking at the counter.

Mike pulled you in closer, nipping at your earlobe and whispering to you. “No I’m not, I want my Christmas gift now.”

“Mmmh, Later, I promise.” you rub his chest and place a sweet kiss on his lips before moving to a stand and pulling him up with you to rejoin the others. “We can make our own Christmas Story.”

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definitelyseven · 4 years

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deal | nine

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum.

You quickly grabbed your bag and ran downstairs. It was 8:45am and you had work at 9am. You’ve overslept.

“Running late?” Eunbi asked with a smirk.

“Where’s Jaebum?” you asked while putting on your heels.

“He left already. Please don’t tell me you’re expecting a ride from him everyday. He’s a very busy man you know,” she said with her arms crossed.

“You can’t give it a rest, can you? You’re bitchy every second of the day,” you commented as you walked past her and out the door. You quickly caught a taxi down the street, but even with no traffic you were going to be 30 minutes late.

“You’re late,” Anna spatted at you as soon as you walked into the office.

“Sorry,” you said trying to catch your breath and straighten out your clothes.

“Come on, there’s a meeting in 5 minutes. You need to get the conference room set up,” she said handing you a box of files to lay out on the table. You didn’t have time to change your heels this morning and running around to get to work made it worst but you sucked it up and did your job. Just as you were about to finish setting up, Jaebum walks in the meeting room. He completely ignores you and sits down at the table.

“Mr. Im, can I get you something to drink?” you asked professionally.

“Anna, will you please get me an iced americano?”

You let out a small sigh before moving on to the next person to take their order. You did nothing wrong and if he’s going to treat you like this so be it.

Another handsome looking man walked into the conference room - he looked familiar. He was the guy that taught at your gym. You’ve taken his classes before. He smiles at you before sitting down next to Jaebum.

The whole day was no different from the conference room. Jaebum did nothing but ignore you. Whenever he needed something, he would ask Anna to take care of it.

“Working late?” someone called from behind. You quickly turned around to see the same guy at the meeting. “I’m Jackson,” he smiled as he extended his hand to you.

“Y/N,” you replied, reaching out to shake it. You looked at your watch, it was already 10pm. You got stuck with all the bitch work towards the end of the day again, but the only thing different was that Jaebum wasn’t here to help you.

“I saw the lights still on and wanted to see who was working so hard,” he teased.

"I was just leaving,” you laughed as you picked up your purse.

“We’ve met before, you know?”

“I know,” you smiled. “You used to teach at the gym I went too.”

“Can I give you a ride home?”

“Oh...that’s alright. Thank you though,” you politely declined before walking away.

The bus schedule showed the next bus was supposed to arrive in 10 minutes, but you’ve been waiting for 30 minutes already. As you were able to give up and call for a taxi, a black car pulls up next to the curb.

“Get in.” It was Jackson. “Get in, it’s late.”

You nodded and got in the car, “Thank you.” You buckled your seatbelt as he drove off. “My address is...”

“I know where you live,” he interrupted. You looked at him confused.

“How do you know?” Jackson doesn’t answer but only smiles at you. The question wanders in your mind during the whole ride home. He didn’t seem like some kind of stalker, but thirty minutes later, he was pulling up to the front of Jaebum’s house. “Thanks,” you said as you unbuckled your seat belt.

“Did you know we have security cameras inside the training rooms?” he randomly asked. You looked at him confused again. You paused, rethinking what he just said.

“Oh God...” you let out as you feel your heart drop down to your stomach. “Oh my god...” you repeated before running out of the car.

“Y/N...” Jackson calls after you. You sighed and turn back to confront him.

“Do you still have the footage?” you asked biting your lip.

“Don’t worry. I deleted it.”

You nodded. “Thanks,” you awkwardly said before walking away again. You didn’t get far before you turned back around. “I’m not his girlfriend,” you explained. “I’m kind of his step daughter,” you gulped, nervous to see to his reaction.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not judging,” he smiled while rubbing your arm.

“Eunbi married my dad and then he died and moved onto Jaebum. She doesn’t know about the gym thing and I’d like to keep it that way,” you hinted.

“Are you sure she doesn’t know?” he asked.

“What?”

“Everyone on that floor is one of Eunbi’s spies. Everyone secretly reports to her because she’ll be their boss’s new wife.”

“I didn’t know that but thank you for telling me,” you smiled.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me,” Jackson reassured.

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief. He was Jaebum’s friend, he wouldn’t tell his secret to everyone. You were sure of it. “I should go inside now.” Jackson nods, waving goodbye.

As soon as you walked in, you see Jaebum waiting by the stairs with his arms crossed. “You’re home late.”

“Yeah...work,” you replied softly before walking past him.

“Y/N,” he called. He’s been ignoring you all day and now he wants to talk.

“Yes Mr. Im,” you responded with a fake smile.

“Don’t be like this,” Jaebum said grabbing your arm.

“Be like what?”

“Petty and bratty.”

“No I was being professional. You were being petty,” you clarified. You were annoyed and pissed at him. He was the one who ignored you. He was the one who wasn’t acting professionally. Jaebum pins you against the wall in frustration. “What? Am I wrong?” you pointed out. Jaebum reaches under your dress and towards your panties. “What?” you scoffed. “Now you want to be with someone like me?” He looks at you confused. “Come on Jae. We both knew what you meant last night. A slut like me right?”

He stands there shocked at your words. There was no denying he implied it last night. He was overwhelmed at you questioning his marriage and his way of taking care of his son.

“Daddy!” you hear Minguk yell from outside. As quick as he pushed you against the wall, Jaebum lets go of you and walks towards the door while you straighten out your clothes. “Daddy!” Minguk screams again jumping into his arms.

Minguk’s interruption gave you the perfect opportunity to slip away upstairs. You weren’t proud of your actions - sleeping with someone’s man but this was different. At first you wanted Eunbi to suffer, to make her feel what you felt when she married your father; when she stole everything from you. But now, you wanted to show Jaebum that Eunbi wasn’t the woman she made herself out to be. She won’t be a good mother to him and you couldn’t let that sweet little boy get used like that. However, Jaebum didn’t seem to mind. He seemed convinced that Eunbi would take care of Minguk like her own, but you were the perfect example; even with money, she abandoned you.

“Meet me at the wine cellar,” Jaebum texted. You contemplated on whether to ignore him or meet him downstairs. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him or convince him otherwise, but you missed his touch. You made your way downstairs to the wine cellar. Jaebum was already there waiting for you with an open bottle of wine. “I didn’t think you would come.”

“I just wanted to clarify something,” you said walking towards him. “I’m not proud of what I’m doing but I’m no slut. I didn’t force you to sleep with me. You wanted it just as much as I did so don’t make this my fault.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“No you’re not. You’re only sorry because I’m hurt by what you said,” you explained.

“I didn’t ask you to come down here to talk about this,” Jaebum said, sipping his wine.

“Right...” you nodded slowly. “You called me down here to fuck.”

“I...” he tried to explain.

“What she can’t satisfy you anymore? I wonder what’s going to happen when you get sick of me,” you snapped before walking away. Jaebum grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall again. You groaned at how rough he was being with you. “Are you going to keep doing that?”

“Are you going to keep talking back to me?” he whispered with his lips close to yours.

“What are you going to do about it?” you argued. He smirks, lifting your legs up to wrap around his waist. He pushes his lower body up against yours. You let out a small moan once you feel his hard member poking at you.

“Not talking back anymore, huh?” he snickered.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you tell him as he slams his lips against yours. He was rough with you as if he was taking out all his anger on you. Jaebum’s hands roams up and down your body. Your core was already wet at the thought of him fucking you. His fingers quickly found your panties, pushing it to one side before slipping his digits in between your wet folds.

“Look at you, so wet for me already,” he whispered in your ear.

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?”

“Shh...what a filthy mouth you have,” Jaebum said giving your neck a light suck while rubbing your clit in circular motions.

“Jae!” the both of you hear Eunbi scream as her footsteps grew closer and closer.

“Fuck,” the both of you whispered. Jaebum drops you to your feet before walking away from you.

“What the hell are you guys both doing down here?” Eunbi asked, angry.

“Relax Mother. I’m here to grab a drink and then I’m leaving,” you said calmly. You grabbed the glass of wine on the table and walked away. You let out a sigh once you got back to your room - that was close.

You woke up earlier this morning, afraid that you’d be late to work again. You also didn’t know if Jaebum was going to give you a ride or if you’d have to take the bus.

“I can take you to work today,” Jaebum called from the living room as you put on your heels. “Have breakfast with us,” he calls again. Just as you were about to respond to him the door bell rings. You went to open the door and see Jackson smiling at you.

“Ready for work?” he asked.

“What?” you responded, a little taken back at what he said.

“I’m here to drive you to work so you don’t have to take the bus,” Jackson clarified. Jaebum comes up from behind you, staring at his best friend.

“What are you doing here?” Jaebum asked.

“I’m here to take Y/N to work so she doesn’t have to take the bus. Let’s go,” he urged.

“Actually I’m taking her today,” Jaebum said reaching out to grab your wrist. You stood there frozen and confused.

“Don’t be ridiculous Jae. Enjoy your breakfast with Minguk and I’ll take her,” Jackson smiled sweetly before reaching for you.

You didn’t expect Jackson to show up this morning nor did you expect them to fuss about driving you to work.

a little note from jennie: hello loves! sorry i didn’t post last week. i’ve been really busy at work and needed to take a break, but i’m back! hope you enjoy! :)

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taehyungsleftear · 3 years

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Crave // (M)

Genre: smut; changkyunbadboy!au; changkyunxreader

warnings: denied orgasm.

summary: You’ve had a crush on Im Changkyun for the longest time and for all you know, he doesn’t know you exist... until you go to a party with your friend. At his house.

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for the longest time lmao i’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes i’m way too lazy to check it and it’s 1am lmao enjoy (:

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You’re dancing at the house party your friend invited you to. You’re not really sure why she invited you, since you know no one there other than her, although your crush was there — that could’ve been the main reason for her bringing you along. You try to focus on spending time with your friend and having fun but your eyes keep falling on Changkyun. You mentally kick yourself every time you find yourself staring at him.

Your friend, as drunk as she is, wanders off to the bathroom with another friend she came with. You try and follow her, but the party’s too rough to walk through alone. You manage to push through a few people to the nearest empty seats. You sit there for a while, staring at your drink, not intending on even tasting it. You’re about to stand up and leave the party since your friend disappeared and there’s no one you know, when someone sits down beside you. It’s Changkyun. He slides one hand around your waist and pulls you close next to him. You don’t know how to react since he’s been your crush for over four years. He turns his face to yours and places one hand on your cheek before pulling your lips against his to an endless kiss that you wished would last forever. He pulls away, takes your hand and leads you up a staircase just in the middle of the house.

You then realize it’s his house when he takes you to his room. He leads you to the bed and lays you down in the middle. He climbs on top of you, between your legs and starts kissing you slowly. As much as you enjoy his embrace, you push him away and look at him with a glum face. “What about the other girls? And that pretty blond girl? I don’t want to be like them,” you say to him, trying to make him get the hint that you want him to be only yours. He smirks at you and just says, “I knew you were coming to my party, so i got them here to tell them that whatever was going on between us would stop tonight.” You just stare at him with a surprised look on your face. He starts kissing you again, more passionately this time, convincing you that his words were true. He too only wanted you.

You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck as he moves his hands around your waist, underneath you. Your body tingles at the feeling of his hands on you. You’d been waiting so long for this day, you’d thought it would never come. He pulls you up into a sitting position as he turns you around on top of his member and he lays down on his back. Now you were in control. You pulled back and unbuttoned is shirt and he complied and took it off.

You sit on him for a while, feeling his abs and admiring his face. You go in to kiss him again when you realize it’s late and you probably have to go home and your friend would be looking for you. “I’m really sorry i would stay for longer but i have to go. My friends probably looking for me and frankly i’m pretty tired too...” you say sheepishly, still on top of him. “It’s fine, your friends been taken home safely. You’re staying here tonight sweetheart,” he says as he winks at you. You feel a sudden nervousness in your stomach as the words come out his mouth. “There’s just one problem... there’s only one bed.” You feel your legs give out from under you and your vision go black and you fall onto Changkyun’s chest.

You wake up and your eyes are a bit blurry. You can smell a faint scent of bacon from somewhere in the distance. You’re very comfortable and you don’t know where you are, but you know it’s day time. You rub your eyes with the hand closest to your face and you can finally see. You’re snuggled in Changkyun’s arms, against his bare chest , giving and receiving heat. You’re too warm to move and too comfortable to look up. A sudden cold breeze blows onto your neck out of nowhere and you snuggle your face into Changkyun’s neck. He giggles a little and holds you tight. He whispers in your ear, “I think breakfast is ready.” You can feel his hot breath on your neck and it makes you shiver and gives you butterflies.

You register what he said and you sit up and look at him sternly. “Uhh i don’t think i’m ready to meet your parents,” you blurt out a bit too quickly. He just smiles at you and says, “my parents aren’t here for the weekend, don’t stress.” You give a little sigh of relief when you hear his words. “Thank god,” you say. He climbs out the bed and picks you up like a baby and places you on your feet on the floor. You couldn’t help but notice you were in his shirt (and not in the dress you were wearing last night) that was way too big for you, but you didn’t think much of it.

He takes your hand and leads you out the door, and towards the kitchen. His housemaids are cleaning up the mess from the previous night and you can’t believe how you didn’t realize how rich he was before you ended up sleeping in a bed with him. You finally make your way to the kitchen and sit in a chair at the kitchen island. The food was already set out in the table for you and him, so you both sat down and started eating. Once you’ve both ate, a man takes your plates and puts them in the pantry around the corner. You assumed that was his butler.

“I can see you’re tired — i think we should stay in bed today,” Kyun suggested. You just nod your head and he once again, takes your hand and leads you back to the room. You climb into the bed and he climbs in next to you. You lie on your side, facing him and he just lies on his back, playing on his phone. You admire the way he does things and how he keeps his expression the same no matter what is happening. His unoccupied hand, that was under the blanket, finds its way to yours, and he entwines his fingers with yours.

Before you knew it, his face was inches away from yours and you could feel his breath on your lips. His eyes are fixed on your lips. He slowly licks his lips, making you want to jump him right then and there, but you were confused as of what was going on between the two of you. That thought, though, was pushed to the back of your brain as he pressed his lips against yours and pulled you closer. He held you tight, leaving no space between the two of you. You could feel his harden and press against you, setting you off and making you whine into his mouth. That seemed to be all he needed. He turned onto his back and put you on top of him, like last night. “Let’s finished what we started, ey?” he said in a low, gruff voice and a dark look in his eyes.

You just kissed him since you had no idea how to respond. He already wasn’t wearing a shirt so you just slowly maneuver your hands down his chest and abs and stop at his waistband, to tug slightly. You could feel him growing bigger by the second — he couldn’t handle your tease for much longer. You slowly slid his pants half way down his waist, and he couldn’t take it anymore. One second he was under you, and the next he was on top of you. It looked as though his pants were about to rip as he unbuttoned them and slid out of them easily. After he took them off, he looked at you with dark eyes. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Now.”

Oh shit. He was this type of guy in the bed. You immediately do what he says. “Open your legs for daddy.” He says, a smirk on his face. Your face goes red with embarrassment and you slowly open your legs. He lifted up the shirt you were wearing, over your head and tossed to the side. You weren’t wearing anything under it other than panties, and you were pretty sure those were going to be tossed to the side soon as well.

He stared at your half naked body for a while, scanning you up and down. “God you’re beautiful.” he says, eyes not leaving your body. It only took those words to set your body on fire and heat up your core completely and desire pooling between your legs. He kisses your lips and starts moving down to your neck. He bites and sucks on your neck, leaving marks, making you his, and his only. He moved down your neck to your chest, just briefly letting his tongue slide over your now hardened buds. He moved down to your stomach and started sucking again. You moan in pain every time he bites down, but you knew you liked it.

He went down to your thighs, and started kissing you softly and sucking slightly. Your body was on fire and you couldn’t handle it; you were begging for some sort of release. You tugged at his hair while he sucked on your inner thighs and you could feel his grin against your skin. He made his way to your core, and slid his tongue over your wet slit, making you gasp at the sudden contact. He slides his tongue inside you and tastes your womanhood, his hand on your hips holding them down.

Every now and again he would suck on your clit and keep you begging for more. “Kyun! I-I’m gonna cum d-don’t stop!” you shouted, and as the words came out your mouth, he removed his mouth from you, leaving you on the verge of losing it all. You sat up quickly, looking at him, “what the fuck?” You said. He chuckled deeply and moved his lips to your ear, so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck. “I’m not gonna let you cum unless it’s my cock that’s inside you.”

#monsta x im changkyun #monsta x #changkyun x reader #changkyun #mx smut #changkyun smut

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hopecountyisforlovers · 3 years

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breakfast;

rating: general. implied sexual content but nothing graphic. lets call it pg-13

pairing: summerseed ( john x tobias )

words: 1430

summary: happy pride month ! i actually started this last week but im just finishing and editing it now. tobias makes john breakfast in this one and theres lots of gay shit

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It's still early when the idea strikes Tobias- at least, early for him. It surprises him that he can still feel John in bed next to him, can still hear him mumbling in his sleep in the midst of a dream. Hadn't he mentioned taking a day off? That made his idea even more perfect, didn't it?

Fortunately ( or unfortunately, depending on how he thought about it ), John was currently sleeping with his back to him, which made it much easier to slip gently out of bed than if he had to pry himself out of his grip.

At a hint of motion, John turns over, still obviously asleep, grasping for where Tobias had just lain and seeming distressed when he finds nothing in the space. Thinking fast, the blonde slips his pillow from it's place at the head of the bed, pushing it gently towards his husbands reaching arms. It works like a charm- he wraps around it as easily as he would if it actually were him, sleep becoming peaceful once more.

Tobias could watch him sleep for hours, and on previous occasions he had, but this morning he's on a mission. He pads out of their shared bedroom lightly, closing the door behind him with a feather-light touch. John slept in so rarely- it simply wouldn't do for anything to wake him up. Especially when there was still so much work to be done.

Through the living room, into the kitchen- the hardwood floor is cool under his feet, except where late morning light pours in through the windows to warm it. Seed Ranch is serene at this time of day, something straight out of a cottagecore fantasy. If you could call their sprawling estate home a "cottage", that is. The thought makes him laugh.

This was second nature to him, a routine that even before this place he had done most every morning. It was more special, here- something he chose to do and not something he was forced to do. The fridge was usually well stocked, and today was no exception- it gives him a chill when he peeks into it. The blueberries he had picked fresh from their backyard garden sit, enticingly brightly colored, in a Tupperware on the second shelf.

Perfect.

It doesn't take him long- combining ingredients, frying bacon, slicing bread he had baked just the other night for thick, golden toast- or at least, it doesn't feel like it's taken him that long. Truthfully, Tobias finds it impossibly easy to lose himself in domestic activities. He's flipping a pancake dotted with plump blueberries when a set of arms wraps firm around his waist, the soft contrast of lips against his neck followed in a shiver-inducing way by the scratch of John's beard against sensitive skin.

"You didn't think that pillow would fool me forever, did you, my dear?" he still sounds half asleep- there's a husky tone to his usually smooth voice that summons butterflies to Tobias' stomach.

"I sure hoped it wouldn't. You'd miss breakfast."

"Breakfast?" he seems to notice what Tobias is doing for the first time- the smaller man can feel his lips curve up into a smile against the curve of his jawline. "Mmnn, you know your blueberry pancakes are my favorite. Whats the occasion?"

"The occasion?" Tobias giggles under his breath. "Well, I woke up in bed next to the most handsome man I'd ever seen. And then I saw the ring on his finger matched mine, so...."

This time John laughs, a sound like rich, dripping honey that he's sure must be the undiscovered secret cure for something. It makes what he is sure must be the dopiest grin alive stretch at the corners of his mouth. "You really are an angel, you know that?"

Tobias laughs with him in turn and he is finishing another pancake for the stack, starting a fresh ladle of thick batter against the gently popping oil despite being restrained by John's arms as he is. It was a necessity, really, developing that skill- John never let him go when he didn't have to, and that was how he preferred it. "Takes one to know one."

John's laughter brushes just lightly against the shell of his ear this time, and the flame of hot sensation it sends right down his spine to pool in his stomach is enough to almost make him drop the spatula he's holding. He can tell John saw it, too- he can practically hear the satisfaction in his voice when it comes to the power he holds over his little husband. "Careful, wildflower. Don't burn yourself."

He's already burning in a much different way. Tobias is sure he already knows. He flips the last finished pancake off into the pre-prepared plate, turning his head a bit to face him and leaning up to place a gentle kiss against his lips that sparks with sweet electricity. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me, Mr. Seed."

"Oh really? Did I wake up and make you a breakfast fit for a king?"

"Mmmn, you caught me. I almost decided to do it in nothing but my apron." It sounds awkward, coming from him, like he feels it always does when he attempts to be charming in the same effortless way John is, but the tightening of John's arms around his waist and the little shuddering breath he muffles against the skin of his throat are a fine indication that he thought otherwise. He would have to explore that idea more later- today, they have all the time in the world. "Why don't you go sit, get comfortable, and I'll make you a plate?"

"If you keep spoiling me like this, Joseph will make a law against it."

"God himself couldn't stop me from spoiling you, much less Joseph. Now go," Another kiss, this time in parting. It would only be for a few minutes, but it still feels necessary. "Sit."

"Sir yes sir." John's warmth pulls away from him, leaving him to his labor of love. He can hear the shift of chair legs against the hardwood floor, can hear him barely suppress a yawn and a soft moan as he stretches. He can picture it in his head clear as day, as he arranges food on of John's fancy plates- a little dab of butter here, some syrup there, bacon and toast arranged just so. It doesn't have to look perfect, but he takes it as a personal bit of pride that it does- or at least, as close to perfect as he can recreate.

Tobias slides it across the table towards him, finishing off the picture with a fork and a tall glass of fresh, cold milk from the fridge. The seat next to him is absent, of course, and he takes it, unwilling to be too far from him for too long. There- now it's perfect.

"Aren't you going to have some?"

"I...Uh.." Tobias just stares at him, suddenly flushed hot in embarrassment as he realizes his mistake, and the look that slides over John's face is endearingly exasperated.

"Did you only make enough for me again?"

"....Ahaha, old habits die hard, I guess." He had always been the one to make breakfast, but never for himself.

"That just means we get to share, doesn't it?"

"You don't have to d-" Tobias starts to protest, but is quickly silenced as John shoves a fork loaded with blueberry pancake into his open mouth. He has to admit, he's really outdone himself with this batch. He hums low in approval, eyes fluttering for a moment, and from this close John's answering laugh practically brushes against his skin.

"That's what I thought."

"Okay, okay..." He can't help but smile, watching his husband fork a bite for himself. His hair is messy and unkempt, the usual tension in his shoulders dissolved into a pleasant slope. It occurs to him, like it often does, how few people have gotten to see him this way- his heart swells in his chest, warm and saccharine. How could he possibly deny him the chance to share his breakfast, if that was what he wanted? How could he possibly deny him anything? "A few bites can't hurt. But I'm making you a snack later, okay?"

"Hmmmmm." He considers for a moment, twirling his fork in a circular motion, before a downright illegal sort of expression slides over his handsome features. "How about I have you for a snack later?"

Tobias' stomach fills with the beat of wings.

"Deal."

#my writing #f/o: john #i love this fic actually #i started working on it last week to destress on the way to the dmv #and then i came home and passed out and never finished it #anyway reblog this or youre a homophobe /j

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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years

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being baby : d.d

brief summary: after joining the vs as their youngest member, you can’t help your feelings for david and the feeling isn’t mutual. but with your age in account and the thought of fans causing you grief, he’s stuck at a crossroad.

word count: 2k requested: yes by a lovely anon and I hope this is how you envisioned it! warnings: angst, but it will end in fluff i assure you (in a second part bcs im evil)

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

being baby / being yours

You were the baby of the group, that much was certain from the very moment you appeared in David’s vlogs. It didn’t seem like much of an issue initially, you helped Jason feel young (despite you being a few years older than Wyatt) and loved the chill days to the overly extra events David organised.

After your face became one more familiar with fans, they grew to love you. Some had their fair share of comments to make about your age and you hanging out with people almost double yours, but those ones you simply swept under the carpet. You were happy, and living your best life with the friends you’ve grown closer with in the past year and a half. In particular, the one who started it all for you.

It wasn’t something either of you necessarily anticipated happening, but your friendship simply blossomed into more. From the late nights editing to the breakfast burritos you would pick up on your way over, things started to change. You’d lean into him when you felt sleepy and he’d offer to drive you home to holding your hand in crowded places, ensuring you he wouldn’t let go.

Of course, this was all private. Despite times when fans might’ve caught a snippet of something it was easily plausible as something else. You were starting to grow tired of walking on eggshells when filming, knowing when you had to be ‘on’ and times you could unwind. More comments started to pop up regarding your friendship and whether it could be something else.

“Hey, Dave?” You call out from the kitchen as you lean against the counter, digging through the Taco Bell bags.

From the sofa, David doesn’t even have to turn around to know you’ve lost something. The sound of you ruffling the bags and huffing to yourself gives it all away and he can’t help but smile to himself at the thought.

“Check the drawer on your right!” David yells across the room as he continues to edit, hearing you mutter a thank you in response before walking over with two burritos and a drink.

Plopping yourself down beside him, you glance over to his screen. “Still editing, huh?” You question, taking a bite of your breakfast whilst David rubs his eyes before nodding.

“It’s taken me most of the night,” He admits through a long sigh. “but I’m almost done.” David watches as you focus on him with concern.

“So that’s why you weren’t answering my texts.” You mutter under your breath as David places his laptop down and turns to face you.

“Hey,” He moves the conversation on, knowing you really needed to talk last night. “Will, will you watch it through in a bit, just to make sure it’s okay?” He glances over, seeing you coughing on your burrito.

“You want me to give you the final okay?” You question with wide eyes, but David smiles back and nods.

“I trust your opinion, Y/n.” He tells you, nudging your arm lightly before leaning in and kissing you softly.

Pulling away, you rest your forehead against his as the same thoughts from last night still swirl around your mind. “Dave,” You start before he moves back to his original position on the couch, sinking into the fabric. “I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but, what exactly are we?”

David goes silent for a moment as he focuses on his laptop, seeing the video is paused on a frame of you laughing with Ilya. It’s your real smile displayed, not one that’s forced for show. God, he loves your smile.

“Dave?” You speak up again as he snaps out from his thoughts, averting his attention back to you.

“I mean,” David starts, but realises he has no idea where he’s directing this conversation. “we’re really good friends, right?” He looks over to see you unimpressed as you roll your eyes. “Like, really good friends, but I don’t wanna label it.” He tells you and his ears perk up as you scoff.

“So we’re friends with benefits?” You coldly retort, but David shakes his head rapidly.

“No, no.” He states. “You mean more to me than just a friend with benefits, Y/n/n.” His hand reaches out for yours, taking it in his as he strokes it with his thumb, not wanting to let you go.

“Okay, so what is this then?” You question once more, starting to pull away at his long silence. “Right, I get it.” You scoff as you rise to your feet.

“Y/n, wait,” David sighs, turning around as he kneels on the sofa watching as you stand in the kitchen with your car keys in hand. “I just, I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression.” He states and you roll your eyes.

“That’s dumb, David.” You scold him, but David shakes his head and rolls over before walking toward you.

“It’s not, Y/n. I know what fans are like, they’ll tear this apart.” He reasons, leaning closer to wrap his arms around you, but you move aside.

“This is because of my age, isn’t it? You don’t want to be seen with someone immature right?” You ask him, watching as he lowers his head. “Okay then,” You mutter, fighting back tears. “let me know once you’ve matured, David. Then we’ll talk.” You walk out the front door with that, hearing it shut behind you as tears line your cheeks.

It had been over a week since you walked out on David, and your absence was definitely noted.

You thought it wouldn’t make much of a difference, but you were quickly notified by fans that they missed you. They wondered what happened as questions and conspiracies laced your timeline on Twitter. Some were closer than others, but it was a private matter at the end of the day, that is one thing David wanted to be sure of.

Across town, David wasn’t doing much better. He continued to film and edit the vlogs, but he missed seeing you in his footage. Everyone could see how miserable he was, but despite their best efforts he just wouldn’t listen.

“You guys don’t understand, they’ll eat her up.” He tried his best to reason, explain his side of the story but no one would accept that response.

Sitting in his living room with a few others, Natalie walks in with a stern look on her face. She looks across to see David, still in the same hoodie for the third day. “Hey, Dave?” She calls out, looking down at her phone. “Can you get the door when it rings, it’s a delivery.” She asks and David gives her a thumbs up, averting his attention back to his footage.

As the doorbell sounds, David continues to edit. “Erm, David?” Carly speaks up, snapping David from his deep concentration.

“Oh, right.” David mutters to himself, walking toward the door to accept the delivery.

What he wasn’t expecting was to be greeted by his parents smiling sympathetically to him. “David!” His Mom chuckles, wrapping her arms around him as he remains frozen on the spot.

“What the fuck?” He laughs as he Dad shakes his hand. “I, what’re you doing here?” He asks, watching as his parents share a knowing look.

“We’re here to talk about Y/n.” His Dad speaks up, crossing his arms before smiling past David.

Turning around, David notices Natalie stood there. “Hey guys,” She waves, ignoring the annoyance in David’s face as he watches her take his seat on the sofa.

“Come on, David.” His Mom leads him away as she waves to everyone before following her son into his bedroom and closing the door. “Okay, so Natalie has filled us in on a bit.” She starts, looking to Pavo who sighs.

“Y/n seems like a nice girl, David.” He states, shrugging his shoulders as his Mom sighs.

“Real helpful, thanks honey.” She mutters before taking a seat beside David on the edge of his bed. “We just want you to be happy, and from what we can see when Y/n is around, you truly are.” She squeezes his shoulders lightly as she wraps an arm around him, pulling him closer into her embrace. “What’s so bad about that?”

“I just know we’ll get so much backlash because of her age.” David admits, looking down at the floor rather than the unimpressed looks his parents are exchanging.

“Age is just a number son,” Pavo speaks up. “if you’re happy, and if you’re in love, it makes no difference.” He explains with a smile on his face, glancing over to his wife. “If she makes you happy, don’t let others stop you.”

After a long needed talk with his parents, David knew what he had to do. It was just a matter of having the balls to actually go over to your place and admit it.

“She lives twenty minutes away, David.” Natalie continues to try and psych him up to the best of her ability as David remains seated in front of his phone, hoping you’ll pop up and say something first.

“I know, I’m just nervous.” He mutters under his breath before turning his phone to face down. “What if she hates me?”

Natalie scoffs in response. “There’s no way she’d hate you. I mean, have you read the comments on social media?” She questions and David nods. “It’s not just yours or hers, we’re all getting the same comments.” Natalie explains, realising it was news to David.

“So everyone misses her?” He asks and Natalie eagerly nods.

“Yes. Literally, the majority of comments are asking where she’s gone to. No explanation, no story or mention of her. It’s like she’s dead.” Natalie huffs and watches as David rises to his feet at last.

“I’m going to do it.” He tells himself, not quite meeting Natalie’s gaze. “I, I have to otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it.” A small laugh escapes his lips as he realises what is about to happen, that he’ll finally tell you the full truth.

“You got this, Dave.” Natalie wraps her arms around him, giving him a squeeze before releasing him. “And if you come back having failed, I will ban you from postmates for a month.” She sternly warns him, but David shrugs it off as he walks toward the front door, not wanting to look back.

As David pulls up outside of your house, he can see all of your lights are on inside. It’s a positive sign, but also one that’s causing his heart rate to increase rapidly.

Taking a deep shaky breath, David climbs out of his car and nears your front door. Hundreds of versions run through his mind of the speech he initially had planned, but now all the words have muddled together into gibberish.

Standing in front of your door he shuts his eyes as he knocks before stepping back. His breath hitches in his throat as the door opens and David opens his mouth to speak, but you aren’t in front of him. Someone else is.

“Hi, can I help?” A tall man with blonde hair stands in front of David, towering over him.

“I erm, is Y/n in?” David stutters through his words as the man tries to discreetly look David up and down before turning around and glancing over his shoulder.

“She’s not in right now. But I can let her know you stopped by?” The guy suggests and David silently sighs as he nods.

“That’d be great, thanks, dude. Just, just tell her David wanted to apologise.” He sadly admits before turning around and walking away, wondering if he missed his chance once and for all.

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chilling-seavey · 3 years

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OH MY GOSH OKAY SINCE WE'RE DOING THE CHRISTMAS WRITING PARTY CAN U WRITE ONE FOR PASSCHENDAELE WHERE IT'S THE FIRST CHRISTMAS AFTER THE WAR OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT? OR OR OR THE CHRISTMAS TRUCE

Love the idea of the Christmas Truce and I forgot I actually had this one planned since the beginning! For those of you who don’t know, The Christmas Truce of 1914 was a true event that happened, where British and German soldiers left their trenches on Christmas Day and celebrated together in peace.

Get your tissues ready.

Also thank you to @janav21 for helping me with some German translations xx

T/W Mentions of war violence, death, the honest truth the deep down all humans are good, and the first seeds of what would later stem into PTSD

December 24, 1914

“Post for you, Lance Corporal Seavey.”

Through the darkness of the night, Christian raised his head from the side of the trench to look up at the man standing in front of him and holding out a brown paper wrapped package. With shivering hands in gloves that didn’t do much to keep in the heat, Christian reached up to take it from him, the men sharing stiff nods as thanks and acknowledgment before the man continued down the lines.

It was a particularly cold night and the ground was frozen with fresh fallen snow, stained red in places from battles and brown in places from upturned soil made from shells but the light flurries that fell through the silent night made it feel somewhat peaceful. Christian pulled at the string and opened his package, the first thing on the top being an old family photograph of his parents and his younger brother and younger sister and him from years earlier when they were small. He smiled warmly at the memory, missing them more than ever on Christmas Eve. Normally they would be sitting by their Christmas tree and singing carols and drinking warm mugs of tea around the fire but instead, he was sat all alone in frozen stiff soil trenches in the middle of Belgium. The next item was a letter tucked on top of a small bar of chocolate. Christian smiled at the gift and unwrapped the corner of it to take a bite.

The crack of the cold coca from his teeth seemed to nearly echo through the barren wasteland the British army found themselves in, but Christian smiled bashfully to himself as he let the sweet flavour melt in his mouth. As he ate his treat, he unfolded his letter from his mother to read her near weekly correspondence.

My Darling Christian,

Christmas is not the same without you. Anna and Daniel and I decorated the tree together last week and there was no one to put the star on top. Daniel took your job instead but he had to stand on a chair and nearly toppled right off! You would have had such a laugh with us. I couldn’t resist a year without at least giving you something small so I hope this chocolate bar suffices – we are not allowed to send anything larger. I hope next Christmas I will see you home again as I miss you terribly. The world over here seems so much darker without you around, my sunshine, but I am sure you are bringing your bright spirits wherever you go. Please write me and let me know how Christmas is celebrated in Belgium (although I know you are most likely already writing an essay for me!). Your weekly letters make me miss you more but they let me know that you are well and safe.

I love you, my sweet angel. Happy Christmas.

Mum xx

Christian sniffled and folded the letter to tuck it back into his inside breast pocket along with the photograph of his family. With one more bite of chocolate, he folded it back up and tucked it in his pack before letting his eyes close and his head rest back against the wall of the trench, light snowflakes falling against his face that took a while to melt with the chill that coated his pale skin. He would reply to his mother later as it was getting late, and the usual waiting game was sending Christian into a restful state.

It wasn’t long before a noise could be heard in the distance and a few of the British men quickly snapped to attention to see what was happening out in the darkness of No Mans Land. Christian sat up too, locking in on the soft tune that was drifting through the nighttime air. The words were incomprehensible but the tune was more than familiar.

“What the bloody hell is that?” one of the men whispered.

“It…It’s Silent Night, sir.” Christian answered quietly.

The higher ups turned to the Lance Corporal as if forgetting the young man could even speak. A small group had gathered in their section of the trenches, all the men bundled up in their jackets and gloves as they listened to the German soldiers singing Christmas carols from a few many yards away.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht!

Alles schläft, einsam wacht

Nur das traute, hochheilige Paar.

Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh,

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh.

The British soldiers stood in silence as they listened, a few humming quietly to themselves as if afraid to make their presence aware to the enemy. Finally, one of the newer men sang first, his curly hair falling from under his cap and his glasses slightly fogged up from his warm breath through the cold night, joining right in along side the Germans,

Silent night, holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight!

A few more men joined in, Christian included,

Glories stream from heaven afar;

Heavenly hosts sing Al-le-lu-ia!

And soon everyone was singing together in harmony,

Christ the Savior is born! / Christ, der Retter ist da!

By the final verse, both sides of the front lines were singing loudly together, their voices carrying across the vast expanse of fields and raising high into the night sky. Half in English and half in German, they sang in one choir,

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht! / Silent night, holy night

Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht / Son of God, oh, love's pure light

Lieb aus deinem göttlichen Mund, / Radiant beams from Thy holy face

Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund, / With the dawn of redeeming grace

Christ, in deiner Geburt, / Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

Christ, in deiner Geburt. / Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

When the song concluded, silence fell once again over the battlefields, the snow falling steadily around them. Christian smiled a little to himself at the momentary peace and tucked in for the night with his family photograph held right against his heart.

December 25, 1914

As the sun rose on Christmas morning, the British soldiers wished each other ‘Happy Christmas’ as they started their usual breakfasts or morning duties. It wasn’t long before one of the higher ups was ordering a rise to arms and Christian snatched up his rifle with the rest of the men to get into position.

“There’s a man over there.” the soldier said, peering through the viewfinder out across No Mans Land. “He’s holding his hands up in their trenches.”

The British cocked their rifles.

“Don’t fire!”

“He’s unarmed.”

Christian peeked up over the edge of the parapet and someone grabbed his shoulder to pull him back down to safety. He shrugged him off and leaned back up again, watching the German man walk shakily and slowly out of his trench and onto the fresh fallen snow of the battlefield, hands raised and any weaponry missing.

Christian was a man who had too much trust in people – at least up to the end of 1914 – and he didn’t think twice before dropping his rifle to the floor of the trench as well as his pack of grenades and bullets and stood up on the fire step with his own hands raised.

“Lace Corporal Seavey, what the hell are you doing?” his Lieutenant snapped.

“Must be a trap! You’re gonna get bloody well blown up!” another added from farther down.

But Christian climbed carefully out of the safety of the trench, his heart hammering in his chest as he touched the crisp white snow of the Belgian field and shakily got to his feet to face the enemy. A few more German men climbed out of their trenches followed by a few British and soon the two sides were meeting in the middle. It was silent except for the chilly winter wind that whistled across the land and the crunching of snow under military boots. Christian fell to a stop in front of the young man opposite him, the German’s face looking just as hesitant as Christian’s himself. He had the nicest grey eyes Christian had ever seen and he offered out his hand with a nervous smile tugging at his lips. Christian looked down at his outstretched hand before taking his handshake.

“My name is Christian.” he spoke slowly.

“My…name…is Heinrich.” the man replied.

“Pleased to meet you, Heinrich.” Christian said.

“Freut mich, dich kennenzulernen.”

The enemies seemed to group up and well wishes of Merry Christmas is English and German moulded as one and chatter rose across the Belgian fields. Handshakes were shared and photographs were taken and tensions felt like they had vanished. Christian pulled out his unfinished chocolate bar and offered a piece to his new friend.

Heinrich grinned and nodded, taking a small square with icy hands and a warm, “Danke.”

They ate together for a moment in calm silence, both a little shy but their bashful smiles were mirrored with near relief.

“Wie alt bist du??”

“Sorry?” Christian looked over at him.

“Uhm…” Heinrich thought for a moment before pointing to his watch and then gesturing up. “Years? You?”

“Oh. I am twenty-four.” Christian answered, showing the numbers with his fingers. “You?”

“Dreiundzwanzig.” Heinrich did the same, showing a two and then a three with his hand.

They shared smiles, cheeks a rosy red in the winter air and the tip of Christian’s nose was turning pink too. He offered Heinrich another piece of chocolate before taking out his photograph from his pocket and stepping closer to show him.

“This is my family.” Christian told him with pride and he pointed to each of his family members, “Father-”

“Vater.”

Christian glanced up at his new friend and nodded in agreement, “Yes. My Vater.” He continued on, “My Mother-”

“Mutter.”

“Sister and brother.”

“Schwester und bruder.”

“Yes. Anna and Daniel.”

“Anna?” Heinrich questioned, looking at Christian with wide shining eyes.

“Yes. My sister.”

Heinrich reached into his own jacket pocket and rummaged around a moment before pulling out his own photograph and held it out to show Christian, the blonde woman sitting graciously in the frame.

“Anneliese. Meine frau.”

“Frau? Wife.” Christian said. “Anna.”

“Yes, my…Anna.”

The young men shared excited grins and another piece of chocolate as a few men around them started singing more carols. Food rations were shared and a few drinks were poured and German and British men were arm in arm and singing loudly together. Heinrich and Christian stuck together, joining in for a few photographs taken by their officers and the group shared a good laugh when one of the German generals slipped on a path of ice and fell on his behind.

Soon, with the heat of the excitement and festivities, jackets were being tossed back into designated trenches and someone brought out a soccer ball, earning cheers from both sides. Small teams were divided up – British against Germans of course – and they played together most of the day, using jackets and canteens as makeshift goal posts as the watching soldiers stood in lines around their little made field. Christian pulled an impressive dive to catch the ball before he was scored on and loud excited cheers erupted from both sides at the move. Heinrich pulled him up from the snowy ground with an offered hand and Christian thanked him with a smile as he brushed himself off.

By the time the sun was starting to set, everyone was taken by surprise; the day had gone by so fast. Newly formed friendship groups said their goodbyes and Christian and Heinrich shared a friendly embrace as well.

“Happy Christmas.”

“Fröhe Weihnachten.” Heinrich held out a ration of cigarettes towards him with a friendly smile. “For…the schokolade.”

Christian didn’t smoke but the gesture was beautiful and he took the small pack within their final handshake, “Thank you.”

“Hope…you see…your Anna soon.” Heinrich spoke slowly through his broken English.

“You too.” Christian said as they dropped hands.

They shared one final nod, as if trying to piece together the incredible goings on of that day and the fact that they had just wholeheartedly trusted the enemy. Both sides were bordering on treason after spending such a day together but they returned to their trenches without another word or a single shot fired. Christian got himself settled with the sun setting and leaving the trenches in darkness, feeling more at peace than he had in a while. He was too tired to write to his mother that night, fading into a sleep stemmed from exhaustion from the day’s unique festivities. Even still, everyone was wondering what the next day would hold and if the truce was a turning point for the beginning of the end of the war.

With daybreak came another attempt of peace, and Christian found himself beaming with excitement as Heinrich and a few German men were making their way over the battlefield again after breakfast. Christian was stood beside the British Lieutenant-Colonel as they had their rifles at the ready out of habit but Christian didn’t even have his finger on the trigger.

One of the German officers who was walking over spoke first from the halfway mark between their front lines, “You still got the armistice?”

Christian started to stand up to join them but the ringing of a single shot rang through the barren fields before he could move. He watched as Heinrich fell backwards, shot right through the head until his blood was staining the fresh white snow and his grey eyes staring lifeless into the sky. The cold face of the British Lieutenant-Colonel was unphased as they were propelled into another battle by that single shot.

Another battle where they were forced to kill those they just celebrated with a mere day before, with whom each side shared stories and photographs and treats. Now, both sides were forced back into the usual way of the war under orders of their stern officers who claimed the only way to win was to gain their ground. Christian sat alone that night, a blank parchment on one knee, the pack of German cigarettes on his other, and the vision of Heinrich’s lifeless eyes in his mind. He sat there for nearly an hour trying to figure out what to say to his mother, only getting as far as her name scribbled shakily in the top left corner.

Christian didn’t smoke but that night he pulled one of the cigarettes from the German ration and borrowed a light from another soldier and he let himself sit against the side of the trench and mourn the loss of a friend. He felt guilty and shameful and disgusted with himself and with the war and with the concept of even being there at all, how each time he pulled the trigger he was killing one of his momentary friends. Good men who were friends and brothers and sons and husbands.

Christian couldn’t get himself to return a letter to his mother. He no longer felt like his mother’s angel that she called him so often. And he never would be again.

#✉#daniel seavey #christian seavey #ww1 #christmas truce #why dont we #why dont we imagines #christmas writing party 2020

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nahoyaglock · 3 years

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Frobi selfship headcannons

!!sfw!!

shigabi, tenfro, fronaka, frobishima, inuobi, frokuto, aobi, frotani, fromi, ushibi, frobinoya, katsubi hcs

a/n: sorry for these long ass headcanons, i hope yall enjoy them tho?? also sorry for the reoccurring mention of my terrible paranoia </3 im going through a hard time w it rn, pls excuse me

reblogs on selfship posts are super appreciated!

shigabi

video games

i am his baby! he has a soft spot for me :3

lets me sit in his lap while he plays video games

hc that shigaraki is a twitch streamer instead of a villain and he streams with me on his lap

messy hair, black headset, pajama pants and a black hoodie vs pink tank top, white skirt, pink bows and a fuzzy blanket

we own cats named wario and waluigi >:3

we play ow and animal crossing together

he plays shooters and horror games while i play otome games and rhythm games

watching happy feet and cuddling, lets me lay between his legs as he plays with my hair

calls me brat and baby

cooks me seafood

some days i want him to baby me, other days we go run around at 4am

teases me bc of my height, leanes down to give me kisses

randomly tugs on my hair and pretends he didnt do it throught the day

i kick his ugly ass ankles /j

tenfro

baking, cuddling, horror movies and videos games 24/7

both bullied so we confine in each other and comfrt the other well

hes very caring so he always checks in, even when i seem fine

notices my mood changes

"do you need a hug?" and just hugs me bc he knows i do

he likes to rest his head on my chest when he rants to me

booping noses and interlocked hands ♡

ushijima gives us rides everywhere

their manager, so i have to make sure tendou does well

the other team members are happy im dating tendou, especially ushijima

sitting with tendou on the bus to their matches

kisses and hugs after every match and practice match

lets me wear his jersey bc he hates when other guys look at me

one time terushima tried to flirt w me and he made ushi scare him away

fronaka

hand on ass always.

tries to fight any guy that even comes near me

me, ryu and noya, the trio !

walks me to class with his arm around my waist

basically bestfriends to lovers so we spemd all our time together like we did before we were dating

still a slight kiyoko simp but lmao so am i, we admire her beauty together

brags to the team about me, telling them random things about me

"frobis favorite food are clams!" crosses gis arms proudly

"ryuu, you dumbass" insert me slapping the back of his bald head

saeko teasing him and telling him to treat me well

says "hey bae" and probably uses the devil emoji ajxjzjx

plays with my hair, he loves my curls :D

we prolly have a dog, small dog bc ooi dogs scary,, D:

frobishima

always has an arm around me

denki bestie af !

also one that i can relate to so we can share our experiences and comfort each other

top kin so we get along very well and have alot of the same interests

movie nights w/ the bakusquad

cuddling kiri the whole time and making the rest of them feel single

he likes to pinch my shoulder to get my attention

big smiles and playful biting :D

he probably has alot of my clothes left at his house bc i like wearing his shirts

insert kiri cooking while i back hug him <3

likes to princess carry me, and carries me when im sleepy

thigh kisses bc he loves them alot <3

best an comforting, sings me to sleepy and helps me when i have really bad paranoia </3

true loml

inuobi

walk to school together everyday

sometimes we race

brings me a breakfast bar, sometimes his mom makes me a morning snack too

little pecks and hand holding

we're like two energetic puppies in a relationship

i always attend his games and cheer for him and the boys

insert kuroo, tora, kenma, and kai acting like my dads

me and inu doing puppy eyes for little spoon, he usually gives in and takes big spoon

lots compliments and blushing

"inu, y-you look cute today"

"frobi, you look s-stunning"

comfort buddies!

convinces the coach to let me ride on the bus with them to tournaments

sleppys babies on the back of the bus

members have pictures of us sleeping

sharing a blanket that kai gave to us bc the bus was cold and sharing a scarf that inuoka bought me for winter

frokuto

if hes sad, im sad :( if im sad, hes sad :(((

my energy beam, my number one, my ace 🥺

he loves to hold my small hands in his big ones, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb

he'd walk around at tournaments, big star bo with his tiny cute girlfriend

saru, komi, and konoha give me headpats

bo pouts because they didnt guve him head pats

many pats for the ace!! :D

during lunch i hang w him and akaashi, akaashi having to deal w me and bos shenanigans

lowkey, we probably bring him stress

me and bo go on night time adventures, he drives us <3

brings home ramen after a long day of practice

when hes sad he cries into my chest and i play with his hair

"its okay bo, your still my ace" kisses and more kisses and more kisses

he loves to hold my thumbs and kiss my wrists

always looks for me when he has a match, sees me cheering the loudest for him <3

hes my baby, he'll smiles at me and ill cry

aobi

listener

he lets me talk about my interests and day, i let him talk about his

loves to be supportive, my shoulder to lean on

we take public transportation after school to get to our house

he lets me lean against him and sleep, tired from a long day, he'll wrap his large arm around me

he opened up after a while and smiles more, sometimes he'll lightly giggle, one time i made him laugh for 5 whole mins

hes so golden in my eyes, lake dates, he likes to just walk with me

treats me to food whenever we go out

i help him be more open and push him to be himself, but i respect his boundaries !!!

if he feels uncomfortable he'll poke my back gently

i take him away from the uncomfortable situation and ask what was wrong so that it doesnt happen again

people ask why im dating him bc hes "scary"

my response is a punch to the face

jkjk, its none of their business why, but its bc hes very sweet and kind hearted, who couldn't love an angel like my nobu? :]

frotani

complicated hc?? i have like two ways it could go, my top is def still me being a shiratorizawa girl bc lmao canon !!

met him through levy, (@bigger-simp-than-kazuichi) aoba johsais manager

she introduced me to her besyies, kyo and yahaba

"hey, you're the one they call mad dog?" he hates that now but responds with "yes, im mad dog."

levy invites me to alot of their events if im not busy, lowkey oikawa is salty bc im shiratorizawas manager

kyotani stays at my side, we talk about our days and his live for volleyball

we exchange numbers and he messages me at night, we have hour long conversations till one of us falls asleep

late night calls, he just grumbles and scoffs at anything i say and he just waits for me to sleep before hanging up

confesses to me at a match infront of my team, i just kissed him in response

he visits me whenever he can, and brings me food and gifts

imagine aoba johsai vs shiratorizawa, rip kyo lmao ushi get his ass /j

kyotani likes to hold mt hands and wrap my in his jacket and scarf

barks at anyone who bothers me, loves when i sit on his lap btw

fromi

komi will pick me up over his shoulder and drag me to the room when he wants cuddles

loves horror movies, horror movie marathons any time of the year

he likes and kiss my jaw and hold my thumbs

calls me short when he's not that much taller than me

we curse at each other every 5 minutes

insert sarukui climbing through our windows atleast once a month to have a movie marathon with us

komi likes to slap my head

we probably play fight all the time, definently turns into something more intense

akaashi and konoha break us up and me and komi will be confused

"whats wrong? We were just playing"

"yall were strangling each other"

"we're fineee~"

chaotic, we always look like were fighting or arguing

"fuck you, i hate you" "fuck you too bitch"

holds hands and deep kisses the next second

akaashi lowkey hates dealing with us, bokuto loves us skxj

ushibi

shira and hayato convinced me to join at their manager

the original shiratorizawa manager, ceo of the company 😎

they introduced me to the team, and they took a liking to me

ushijima was by my side alot, helped me with my job and carrying thing especially

he was so kind and even spoke to me, asked if i ate, if i slept well, if i needed anything

didn't realize it was different from what he normally was like until tendou asked about it

one time ushi was walking me home and i asked him about it, but he was definently confused

"i, guess so. your attractive and have a good personality. i would date you."

hes so blunt, awkwardly blunt

so we,, started dating, and now he really never leaves my side

i got haterz bc im THE ushiwakas bby girl 🙈

gives me headpats and kisses before everymatch

lets me wear his team jacket, huge on my small figure

he enjoys our height difference, he thinks i look cute when i look up at him :3

teaches me how to play volleyball, even smiles when i land a good serve

patches me up whenever i get hurt, slight frown if i ever fall

hes,, kinda fatherly? a person w no dad calling someone fatherly sjcjxj lmao 🙈🙈

nurturing and caring, ushi i will kiss you, probably calls me by my full name, fro, manager, baby, and sometimes even brat

frobinoya

hes woke, i just know it

all the characters prolly woke but hes woke asf!!

we run around, literally our whole relationship is mainly just running around and being wild

arcade hangouts after school/practice

he loves arcade games so much, and so do i

we take off guard pictures of each other, also chaotic and blurry pictures

he'll kick me in the butt, que me chasing him till i run out of breath

he likes to support my interests, loves to watch me practice dancing

we wear cat ears and maid outfits and take pictures in his room at like 5am when the sun rises

videos of us kissing and cuddling in his gallery

posts on insta to make ryuu jealous

buys me cute skirts bc he knows i love to look pretty for him !!

im his pretty kitty ♡♡

likes to call me his girly~ and his serotonin

holds my hand whenever im feeling sad and strokes my cheek with his thumb

lowkey has a good voice, sings heather to me while he nuzzles his nose into my jaw

katsubi

random kisses throughout the day

pinky holding bc he likes my small hands

leans over me when he wants a kiss

gets teased by the squad and just endures it bc he likes the way i giggle when they do

head pats ! lots :3

likes to show off infront of class 1-b by holding me close and kissing me

brings me lunches he cooked and likes to feed me

always finds an excuse to be on my team for training or being my training buddy

barks at anyone who tries to train with me /j

walking me to school and home, even brings me over

mitsuki loves it whenever i come over and makes cookies when i do

katsuki helps her make the cookies D: so precious

never kisses infront of his parents bc he doesnt want to deal with their teasing and nagging

sings ballads, will sing me to sleep, probably listens to rap and rnb, some rock, but will sing me some khalid since he knows i love him

probably sung me "can i be him" one night when my paranoia got bad <//3

i laid on his chest and he ran his fingertips up and down my back, singing softly to me until i fell asleep

forehead kiss before he drifted to sleep as well, katsuuuu :( <3

@kekozume @nekosvno

#self ships #shigabi #tenfro #fronaka #frobishima #inuobi #frokuto #aobi #frotani #fromi #ushibi #frobinoya #katsubi #frobis.💿

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a-libra-writes · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet - Ramsay Snow

OhhHHHh BOy lets uh, lets do it guys. Let’s chill with Ramsay boy. Damn you Iwan Rheon

Sorry for slow updates, its been uh …. Week, for everyone, and im slowly getting back into my old groove. I’m tryna catch up with requests, which is what this is!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When Ramsay wants you in his arms or misses tasting your lips, he seeks you out immediately. Oftentimes, his affection is overwhelming and he usually disregards whatever you’re in the middle of. His hugs can be too tight, his kisses are hungry and rough. He doesn't know how else to be; that's just his default.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His capacity for actual friendship is questionable, but Ramsay knows how to fake amiability. He can be very charming when he puts his mind to it, and he has several like-minded men who follow him, although you question if that's actual "friendship".

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You'd notice that Ramsay would get into these moods where he wanted you close as possible, so he'd capture you in an embrace and stubbornly keep you in it until he's satisfied. If it's during the day, fine, but when he does it at night you get too warm … well, it's not terrible when it's cold outside. He always holds too tight, and if you're shorter, he always rests his chin on your head. His grip loosens when he falls asleep, so you can wiggle out easier if it's getting too hot.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ramsay never had interest in such things, even with his father lecturing him about having a proper highborn wife and producing heirs. It's not interesting enough for him, and while he did marry you, you were something of an exception. For cooking, he's actually quite good at cleaning animals and roasting them, and he'll do it now and again even if there's a full kitchen staff in the Dreadfort. Cleanliness is another matter entirely. He's finally dressing like a proper lord, but he'll still leave his things in disarray.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

… Messily.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He initially had little regard for commitment. He had all sorts of mistresses and girls, and if they became jealous or angry, he'd do away with them. He wasn't looking forward to martial duty, either. However, he makes dozens of exceptions for you, not just in this case. You two may have been arranged to marry, but he finds you far too amusing to bother straying.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

For the most part, he rarely is. Ramsay always seems overcome by some strong emotion when he’s with you, and he can be a little much in how he expresses that affection. There are times when he’s just too rough when he’s with you, especially when you’re intimate, and you need to scold him and tell him to knock it off. There are times when he appears calm, but you know he’s simmering on something. However, as time went on, you began to notice that he’s had days where he’s quietly observed you or held you more carefully, as he remembered your earlier words and wanted to please you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ramsay wouldn’t consider his overwhelming embraces “hugs”, he’d actually find that a strange way to put it. He didn’t recall receiving anything like that in his childhood, after all, and when you give him a simple one, he pulls you into a full embrace instead. He’s very warm, and his arms are strong as he holds you tight. You can hear the rumble of his laugh as you rest against his chest. While he likes it when you hug him, he prefers his method.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He said those words fairly early, and at first you thought he was mocking you. Maybe he was at the time, putting on his sweet voice and petting your hair, and he only laughed when you slapped his hand away. He started saying it every other day, just to see that annoyed look on your face, or better, when you’d shove him aside. Roose told him not to agitate you, but Ramsay was having too much fun with his new “wife”.

You didn’t notice when he stopped saying it regularly, just because he had a slew of other little problems you had to deal with. Managing the Dreadfort meant there was never a dull day, between your dear husband’s hobbies and your father-in-law’s looming presence. What you did notice is that Ramsay would become increasingly more clingy, his jealousy was triggered more easily, and he was far more greedy when you slept with him. He used to just drop by a few times a week to bother you, but now he seemed to want to find you several times throughout your day.

He was getting quite attached, you noticed, which wasn’t entirely bad. Sometimes he was even sweet, even if he had that mischievous glint the whole time. Then, on a fairly innocuous day, Ramsay said the words again as he was leaving. Your ears burned a little, because they sounded different. He didn’t even seem to notice; he was already gone. For better or for worse, the Dreadfort’s bastard was very taken with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ramsay is terrible with his jealousy, so you know to discourage the more unscrupulous lords and soldiers that visit the Dreadfort. Basic courtesies are fine, but you’re wary of any man giving a little too much attention to your dress or looks. Even if they’re just trying to flatter the Lady of the Dreadfort, you know it won’t end well for them if Ramsay overhears. You find it difficult to pity the more lecherous men, however.

His jealousy manifests as possessiveness, and you’re sure that he doesn’t think through it at all. Sometimes it’s an instant reaction, pulling you to him and away from a flirting lord, sometimes it’s a more violent one, especially if he can get away with it. More than once you’d have to pull Ramsay away and soothe him, telling him to think of what his father would say. When you two are alone, he suddenly wants every part of you, leaving deep love bites on your neck and breasts while he rips at your dress.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ramsay’s kisses are hard and hungry, as if he’s starved for your attention, even if you’ve been giving him plenty all night. He likes to bite at your lip and bite down to your neck, and if any blood is drawn, he wants to lick it up right away. He almost always has to hold you close or push you against a wall while he does this, which is good, because sometimes you feel a little dizzy afterward. He loves your lips and leaving love bites on your chest - you’re pretty confident he prefers dresses that are more difficult to move and unlace, just because he wants to rip them.

He isn’t too picky where you return the affections. He just wants your attention. He’ll be more than happy if you initiate the kisses first, however, it’s a surefire way to distract him from whatever he was doing.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If you didn't want children, Ramsay wouldn't mind, even if it was both your duties to provide heirs. He would leave childcare to you or the septa, although sometimes looking at your child would amuse him. He'd like it if the girls took after you and the boys would be more similar to him.

Ramsay would be much more involved once the children were older. When he was feeling patient, he'd teach them archery and hunting, even the girls -- he'd be just as proud of a daughter being able to kill her first deer. If a child particularly took after him, he'd give them a hound and teach them how to train it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s usually got a strong arm wrapped around you and bringing you close to him. Your usual morning routine is wiggling out from under him and getting ready to wash up. You’re just about to leave the bath when Ramsay finally joins you, still looking a little bleary-eyed but very awake and wanting your attention right away. He might keep you in the baths a little longer, or he’ll follow you about as you get ready. Some mornings you wake up cold and realize he left at some point; he eventually joins you again at breakfast, completely awake and full of energy. You can only imagine what he was getting up to.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Ramsay prefers to go to bed at the same time as you, but sometimes he gets completely absorbed in… whatever his amusement of the day is, and he’ll walk into your shared chambers smelling like mud, blood and the woods. He’ll only obey your order to take a bath if you join him, and of course he’ll want to touch you and kiss you wherever he pleases. This will continue to the bed because it’s a very, very rare night when Ramsay doesn’t want his lovely wife.

He often sleeps without any clothes, or just his pants, so you’ve got a bare chest that’s as hot as a furnace to rest against… Which, in the winter, is quite nice, but otherwise can be too much. Sometimes he’s let go of you in his sleep or you’ve scooted from under him. If you’re especially cold, you can rest against his whole back and wrap your arm around his stomach. He sleeps so deeply, he doesn’t even notice when your cold feet touch him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

When you first married Ramsay, he’d say the most outlandish and terrible things, just to get a reaction out of you. You learned to stop giving him the feedback he wanted and sometimes you’d say equally ridiculous and awful things, just to stun him, but he’d only be more amused. It ended up being a sort of morbid game between you two.

“You’re late to dinner, dear husband, that’s the third time this week. Seeing your mistress, no doubt.”

“I was, my lovely wife, but first I took care of that soldier you smiled at so much. Would you like to see him?”

“Perhaps after dinner. Did you clean up, at least? If the halls or the hounds are bloody, I’m going to be very cross.”

Roose isn’t amused by any of this.

Ramsay would tell you truthful things when you never expected it. Sometimes he’d watch you brush your hair and suddenly mention something about his mother - what he remembered, anyway - or you’d pick up his bow and he’d eagerly tell you how he learned. The way he’d talk and look at you was very different from back when he tried to scare you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You can never really predict what will set Ramsay off entirely or what will just make him simmer. You know better than to say “bastard”, because you aren’t an idiot, but sometimes his temper with his men and the servants wasn’t consistent. With you, he never had any sort of explosive wrath, but you didn’t notice times when he was almost pouting because of your refusal to aknowledge whatever stupid thing he was doing at the time. If he was truly angry with you, he’d storm out of the room and take it out on some unlucky soul.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You never expected Ramsay to be attentive to such things, but sometimes you’d notice he’d hunt an animal you liked to eat, or he’d present you with a dress in the color you liked. He was always so proud of himself, it was almost endearing. Some days he just needed your approval.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s far more privy to you than you ever thought. Ramsay has quite a bit of your daily schedule memorized, he knows who you talk to the most in the Dreadfort, which handmaidens you’re friends with and which of his men is perhaps a little too eager to greet you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

For him, it had to be when you first pushed him down and straddled him. You were sick of his shit, he’d pushed you too far that day, and you bluntly told him how you felt. Ramsay held onto you in an instant but he did little else, just wanting you to get your anger out and excited to see where you went with it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective, especially as his affection for you grew. More than anything, Ramsay wanted to protect you himself. If you two were travelling somewhere, he wanted to stay at your side, even if there were guards and you told him it would be fine. If you have to be left at the Dreadfort, he likes that even less, and when the war began he’d actually train his hounds to sleep outside your room. You kept telling him it was unnecessary, but at least the hounds behaved around you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Honestly, he’s pretty terrible about remembering any sort of birthday or anniversary. When you remembered his name day, he was taken aback and didn’t exactly know what he was supposed to do. Before the Dreadfort, and after he came to it, he’d never actually done anything like this. But Ramsay liked the attention you gave him, and he liked it when you were pleased with him.

While he never actively planned them, sometimes he’d whisk you away from whatever you were doing to show you something - sometimes it was archery, sometimes it was a new horse that you might like. It always surprised you, and you were amused by how boyish he could be when he was excited by something and wanted to share it with you. Of course, you preferred the talk of horses and archery as opposed to his more … distasteful interests.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You were fully aware of Ramsay’s violent actions and questionable little interests, and you wanted nothing to do with them. Compared to that, his jealousy and neediness paled, but those were still irksome when they appeared.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Ramsay is fairly indifferent to his hair or what he wears, but he started to like it when you fussed over him. You'd pat his hair down or brush off some dirt on his cloak, and he'd start to realize how much he liked it. Sometimes he'd be careless on purpose just to get your attention and feel your hands on him. If there was something you liked about his physical appearance, he'd start to feel a little proud about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn’t say as much if anyone said it, in fact, he’d probably laugh at such words. But if anything were to happen to you, or you were taken from him, Ramsay would truly feel a deep, sinking bitterness that he couldn’t shake. He’d be far more irritable, and his usual amusements wouldn’t be enough. He might become more reckless and dangerous, if anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Ramsay suddenly got the idea in his head to teach you archery, and he became quite single-minded in it. He liked to stand behind you and give you instruction, sometimes biting your ear or kissing your neck if he felt you weren’t paying attention. Of course you’d elbow him and try to focus. You could swear he was proud when you hit your mark, and anytime he’d spy you practicing on your own, he’d just have to watch for a few minutes before he became restless and went out to meet you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s so used to women crying or begging around him, and men doing just the same. He likes the way you glare at him and defy him, even just outright ignore him. He’s no fool, Ramsay knows when you’re actually uncomfortable or even fearful, but the fact you don’t pull your steely gaze away from him and address him with such a harsh voice keeps him quite interested.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Ramsay sleeps like the dead. He doesn't stir or make much noise; he may as well be a sack of rocks. It takes enough strength to move out of his embrace, and you know better than to let him fall asleep on your chest. You'll be stuck there until morning. While he doesn't snore, you noticed that sometimes his eyebrows and lips will twitch. He looks unusually peaceful when he's asleep, so it's amusing to see that expression change into how he usually looks, even for just a moment. As deep as his sleep is, he's alert and ready to go shortly after he wakes up, even if his hair is in all directions.

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garbagevanfleet · 4 years

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Learn To Leave A Room (series)

PART TWO

Pairing: Jake & female!Reader Warnings: general sexiness, but nothing too risque yet Summary: Balancing relationships is hard work - God forbid someone throw a wrench into it. Notes: oh my god, im sorry guys. sexual tension is my favorite thing in the whole world.

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“I am not ashamed, the story goes. I swear I will learn to leave a room without touching every part of your face.” — Marcelo Hernandez Castillo, “How to Grow the Brightest Geranium,” published in Breakwater Review

“Obviously you have to talk to him.”

Despite being nearly noon, it’s still too early for this conversation. Lucy has dragged you back to the diner, hoping to nurse your collective hangovers with some coffee and a greasy breakfast, but all you had really wanted to do was crawl into your own bed.

“You can’t just leave things like they are. I mean, he is still your boyfriend until you actually break up with him, right?” she tries again. You know she’s right. She’s always so insightful about these kinds of things, and hung-over you is a little annoyed by her sound logic.

You had told her a very selective recounting of what had happened last night, leaving out anything to do with Jake. You weren’t ever planning on telling her the rest.

You and Lucy had stayed over at the Kiszka residence, cuddled up together on the couch, but you - very luckily - did not have to see anyone else before you had left.

“I know. I will eventually,” you assure, staring down at the half-eaten cheeseburger you ordered and wondering if you can take another bite. You opt instead to pick at it with your fork. “Mostly I want him to have to think about it all for a while. Get in his own head.”

She giggles at you. “Mind games,” she says in the way of agreement. She’s silent for a moment as you watch her stir her milkshake with her straw. “I’m sorry he did that to you. I could tell that you didn’t want to invite him; I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

You shake your head at her. “It’s so not your fault. I think it’s good that I figured out who he really is early on. You know, before I actually got to like him.”

“You didn’t really like him?” Her tone is sheepish.

You shake your head. “It was fun at first, but no. I will miss the regular sex though,” you add, making her laugh.

“Well, I guess you’ll have to just kick him to the curb and get back out there. You’re going to find someone that’s going to treat you right.”

You nod in agreement and give her a thankful smile, but somehow you feel that you won’t be joining the dating scene for a while.

+++

Mitch never does text you, so you decide you won’t either. It feels a little unresolved, but you’re honestly grateful to not have to deal with the confrontation. He had never left anything at your house, and you hadn’t taken more than one or two pictures together, so you forget about him pretty easily.

You do feel anxious off and on, but you don’t think it’s from the breakup. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but you pick up an extra-long shift at the cafe to fill your time. Fall is the start of the busy season for baristas, so you very infrequently have a moment to dwell on anything at work.

After a long day of steaming and steeping, you cannot wait to get home and wash off. The most you ever feel like yourself is in the shower - it’s always a mental cleansing process just as much as a physical one. Soft music starts to play from the speaker on the bathroom counter as you connect your phone.

You turn the water to the perfect temperature to warm you up from the walk home, and it feels borderline euphoric as you step under the spray. You let the water wash over you, but the second you close your eyes, you snap them back open with an anxious feeling.

You try it again. You lean back, close your eyes... but to the same result.

You stand and stare blankly at the shower wall.

“Fuck,” you breathe. Every time you close your eyes, all you can see is Jake looking back at you from across the living room.

The lights on his face, the contrast of his dark hair against the white door frame - you can even hear the music that was playing. All of it. It’s haunting you.

You rub the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to will it away, but you can’t stop your brain from playing the image back to you.

“Fuck,” you whisper again, a bit more desperately this time and slump against the cold shower wall. You stay there, staring at the tile in front of you until you realize that the issue isn’t going to go away.

You give up and wash your hair, absent of the task. A slight annoyance slips over you because you can’t even enjoy the ritual with your mind so preoccupied. You take a deep breath and let your eyes slip closed as the warm water rinses the soap away.

He’s waiting for you in the black, but this time you’re on the patio with him, watching him smoke his cigarette down to the filter. It’s only for a moment, but in that moment you can smell the smoke. Feel the leather of his jacket. Taste his skin.

You remember the intensity in his eyes as you sucked his thumb into your mouth and you try to recall every little thing about how he looked at that moment. You groan at yourself, realizing just how stupid you are for ever letting yourself feel like this.

When you step out of the shower, you promise yourself that you won’t think about it anymore, but you still do. You try to bargain with yourself.

You won’t think about it again after tonight, you think, but you know it’s a lie.

You blow dry your hair in the mirror and stare at the spot on your neck that Mitch had left you with. It’s faded to the point that it’s nearly undetectable, but you can see it. You want to hate Mitch for it, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re acutely aware that if he hadn’t done that, you would have never had the time you did with Jake. The party would have just been normal and you would still have Mitch’s number saved in your phone. Jake was right, who knows how long you would have kept dating him, despite the lack of interest on your part.

You lay down in bed with your warm pajamas on, your feet dangling off the side and your cell in your hands. Jake’s contact information is pulled up and you flip to the Messages tab. You’ve only ever messaged him a couple of times; once when he asked you about a song you had been playing that he wanted to know the name of, and once when Josh and him were coming to pick you and Lucy up and he was messaging that they were waiting outside.

You lay the phone face down on your chest and stare up at your ceiling. Your heart is fluttering as you think about what would happen if you called him. Right now.

It’s just a reckless idea - you’d never do it - but that doesn’t stop your eyes from flicking to the clock on your nightstand.

It’s 11 pm. Would he even answer? What would you say if he did?

You roll your eyes at yourself, suddenly embarrassed at how stupid you’re being. The covers are chilly as you slip into them, but thankfully, they warm up quickly. You fall into a pleasant sleep, and even though you had sworn you wouldn’t dream about it, you still do.

+++

You wake up to your phone notifying you of a message, but you ignore it for a few minutes, trying to force yourself back to sleep. It’s five minutes later that you realize it’s not happening, so you reach a hand over for your phone.

Lucy 10:23 am

What are you up to tonight?

A smile finds your lips. She’s always had an uncanny way of knowing when you needed her, and some girl time was exactly what the doctor ordered, you think.

Absolutely nothing. Wanna hang? you reply. You crawl out of bed and allow yourself some time to stretch your muscles before you head for the bathroom. You’re brushing your teeth when you hear a new message come in.

Lucy 10:41 am

For sure

Movie at Josh’s. Pick you up around 5.

Your heart jumps.

“Fuck,” you rasp, but your mouth is still full of toothpaste, and now your mirror is dotted with white speckles. You finish brushing frantically before texting back.

Maybe just a girl night?

Because your life is currently such a mess, you’re not at all surprised that Lucy takes nearly half an hour to respond.

You lunge for the phone the second you hear the notification sound, nearly dropping the Poptart that you’ve just finished toasting.

Lucy 11:10 am

Don’t be silly, I already got the movie

You have no idea how that prevents you from just watching it alone with her, but you don’t want to make her suspicious, so you don’t press any further.

The rest of your day is spent acting like a middle schooler. You are not ready to see Jake Kiszka again. What if he says something to you in front of Lucy? Explaining it to her would be a nightmare. What if he was just drunk and doesn’t actually have any interest at all?

You’re not positive you’ll see him, so you try to convince yourself that you probably won’t. It decidedly does not work.

You pointedly try not to think about what you’re going to wear, but despite yourself, you already have an outfit picked out by the time 4 pm rolls around. You try to reason with yourself as you eye your makeup bag.

“It’s a movie,” you remind yourself into the mirror. “We are just watching a movie in the dark and you are not putting on makeup.”

You try to be firm, but you’re weak and you end up glaring at your reflection as you apply mascara.

Lucy is late when she arrives to get you, but it doesn’t matter, because you still feel like you haven’t had enough time to worry about everything thoroughly. Feeling unprepared, you climb into her car.

You try to calm yourself by listening to everything Lucy is going on about as she tells you about her week. You know that she can tell that you’re nervous because she starts talking about her cat - a subject that always makes you feel better.

She’s so used to being at the Kiszka house that when you get there, she doesn’t bother knocking. She just lets herself in and hangs her coat and scarf on a hook by the door.

“Babe,” she calls out into the house, and Josh emerges from the kitchen and sweeps her into an embrace. You try not to listen to their loved up talk, you don’t feel like you have the stomach for it with the state you’re in.

Josh greets you with a polite hug. You smile back genuinely until you realize that you have no idea if Jake told him anything, and suddenly you have a whole new nightmare to explore in your head. You try to talk yourself through it as you follow them through the hall to the living room.

He didn’t give you the shit-eating grin that you would expect to receive if he did know something. You’re also pretty sure that he would tell Lucy, and Lucy would absolutely ask you about it. You breathe a relieved sigh as you settle in on the couch.

Sam is sitting the wrong way in a reclining chair, his long legs hanging off one of the arms. He looks so gangly that you can’t help but laugh at him and he gives you a cheesy smile back.

Since the recliner is taken, you get cozy with Lucy sandwiched between you and Josh, and a fuzzy blanket across all your laps. You want to ask if Jake is going to be joining you guys, but you chicken out. What if Josh does know about what happened at the party, and by some miracle, he just didn’t tell Lucy? You don’t want to seem like you’re thinking about Jake - even though you absolutely are - so you just stay silent.

You try to get into the movie. You and Lucy both love anything in the horror genre, but you’d already seen this one in theaters with her, and you try not to be annoyed that she’d pick a movie you’ve both already seen, presumably just so Josh could see it as well.

It’s considerably less scary the second time around, so about halfway through, you find yourself bored. You excuse yourself to use the restroom, mostly just so you can stretch your legs, as the couch isn’t that big and fitting three people on it is a squeeze. Lucy asks if you want them to pause the movie, but you wave her off, telling her you’ll be right back.

You head up the stairs and down the hallway, and you’re just about to turn the corner to the bathroom when the breath gets knocked out of you with a thump. It doesn’t hurt, but a shocked noise escapes your lips before you can stop it. A pair of hands find your hips instantly to help steady you. It takes you a second to realize that you’ve just slammed into Jake - face first - but as soon as you do, you hold your breath. You must have a horrified look on your face because he breathes a laugh.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you squeak. “What are you doing here?”

Deliberately slow - like he’s trying to make sure you’ve got your balance back - he pulls his hands away. Through a disbelieving grin, he says, “Well, I live here. It’s more like ‘what are you doing here?’.”

You can feel your face turning pink. “Right. Lucy and I are here for a movie,” you explain. You haven’t made an effort to step back away from him, and you can’t bring yourself to yet. His hair is wet and slicked back, and you’re annoyed it looks so good on him - you always look like a drowned cat when you get out of the shower.

He hums in understanding but doesn’t say anything else. He just raises his eyebrows at you expectantly.

Just above a whisper, you chance, “Are we going to talk about it?”

He feigns consideration.

“We could,” he says with a nod, his lips stretching out into a mischievous smirk. “Or we could pick up where we left off.”

You subtly pull the sleeves on your sweater down to your wrists in an effort to hide the goosebumps that are rising on your skin. You open your mouth, but you’re truly at a loss for words. You had a full week to think about this, but you realize you never got around to allowing yourself to figure out what you’d say to him. He gives you an ample amount of time to think of a response, but the only thing you can do is stare at his lips.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, his voice is like silk. It’s quiet, but commanding. A tone you’d use if you had someone's wrists cuffed to your headboard. “Where did all that confidence go?”

He didn’t have as much control the last time you were this close to him, but he definitely does now, and you can tell that this is exactly how he’s comfortable.

“Pretty sure my liver cleared it all out Saturday morning,” you reply, swallowing hard. The words had come out softer than you’d intended. He’s smug as he seems to give you a once over, and your chest tightens under his gaze.

“That’s a shame.”

You can smell his shampoo as he brushes past you - something minty and pleasant. The sharpness of it helps ground you a little, but as soon as he disappears down the stairs, you slip into the bathroom and slump against the closed door. The whole exchange only lasted a couple of minutes, but you’re left feeling exhausted. You consider staying in the bathroom forever - maybe setting up a nice nest of towels so you never have to see anyone for the rest of your life, but then you remember that you have your favorite kind of yogurt in your fridge at home, so you’ll have to come out eventually. Instead, you just stand in front of the sink and splash cold water against your face as you try to collect your thoughts.

You don’t see him the rest of the evening, and for that, you’re simultaneously grateful and annoyed. Multiple times you think about marching back up to his room, but that's as far as you get. You still have no idea what you’d say or do once you got up there.

Lucy takes you home after the movie, and she offers to stay the night, but you tell her you’re wiped and that you’re headed right to bed. You go to get out of her car, but she places her hand on yours where it’s rested on the center console.

“Hey, so Josh and I were talking,” she starts, and your stomach tightens. You’re suddenly positive that she’s about to tell you that she knows everything, so you hold your breath.

“About birthday plans. So he was thinking that since I’m going to be leaving in a week, he’s going to throw me a party at his house next Saturday,” she finishes excitedly. You smile at her, trying not to look scared.

Lucy’s birthday is in early November, and every single year since you met, you’ve spent it together. This year, however, her parents surprised her with a trip abroad. You had been planning on having a nice dinner together just before she left, but you suppose that it is more efficient to just have a party with everyone.

“That’s great,” you agree, squeezing her hand.

“I’m so excited, I’m just hoping you can help us plan it all?” She gives you her best puppy eyes. “Since I’m going to be so busy packing and making sure I have everything together.”

You take a deep breath and nod in agreement. “Of course. You can count on me, Lu.”

She beams at you and leans in to give you a cramped car hug.

When you’re back in your room, you shoot Josh a message asking what he’d like you to be in charge of. Your body feels tight, so you head to the bathroom and draw yourself a bath, setting the water as hot as it will go.

Josh K 9:38 pm

thinking probably cake

You frown at your phone and shoot back, just cake?

Josh K 9:41 pm

yah

You set your phone down on the tile by the bathtub and roll your eyes. “Idiot,” you say out loud through a smile. You undress and sink into the water slowly, and it’s so hot that it turns your skin pink, but the slight pain is grounding. A message notification sounds from beside you, so you extend a wet hand to grab it.

Josh K 9:48 pm

Lucy wants to do decorations herself n sam threatened suicide if he cant dj

You huff a laugh. What are you getting her for a present?, you send back.

Josh K 9:51 pm

secret :)

Josh K 9:52 pm

maybe just birthday sex

You leave it at that, grateful that Lucy has someone so loving in her life. You think she deserves it, even if it does gross you out now and again.

You spend the rest of your time in the bath willing yourself to relax and trying to figure out why the last three words Jake said to you upset you more than the entirety of your last interaction with Mitch.

PART THREE

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teacherimagines · 4 years

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Birthday Wishes

LONG TIME NO SEE EVERYONE! I hope you are all doing fantastic!!

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Ayeo! My birthday is tommorow and id love a male tc x female student birthday imagine??? ID NUT BC UR WRITING IS WHY IM STILL BREATHING

Happy (very) belated birthday, I hope you enjoy!!

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Btw I am writing imagines as if we weren’t in quarantine lol.

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You woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm. Usually, you would roll your eyes and press snooze, but today was your brithday, so you sprung out of bed. You put on your favorite outfit, ate your favorite breakfast, and headed off to school. On your way to your first class of the day, your friends gave you their birthday wishes. It felt nice and all, but you were most excited to see T/C/N today.

Things between you two have been a little awkward lately, which is likely due to the fact that your crush on him is blatantly obvious. However, he also behaves strangely in your presence, exchanging multiple side glances that leave you with enraged butterflies. When it was finally time for your class with T/C/N, you felt all of this built up anticipation. This is because you have a plan for today: you are going to make a pass at T/C/N, and since it is your brithday, you have some leverage. You sprayed your favorite perfume and spread some lip gloss (cute, but not too bold) across your lips.

T/C/N gave you a warm ‘happy birthday’ at the start of class, and everything else went on as usual. Well, except for one thing. There were many more of those casual side glances you always see from him. You pushed through the class, even though you felt queasy in your legs and bubbly in your head. It made you smile like an idiot, and surprisingly no other students seemed curious about it. It’s probably because most of them spend the majority of the class making tiktoks. You liked this unspoken thing you have going on with him, or rather what you think is going on with him.

When the bell rang, you took your precious time packing up your things as students rushed out of the classroom. T/C/N stood there awkwardly yet attractively in front of his desk, his hands on his hips. When all students left, you quickly closed his classroom door. “Y/N-“ he starts to say before you cut him off. “I need to tell you something.” You say quickly and walk towards him. He doesn’t have a class after this, so the only risk would be that a teacher walks in the room. “And what would that be?” You took in a deep breath. You were now only a few feet away from him. Your heart started pounding at a mile a minute.

“As you know, today is my birthday, and I have a birthday wish.” You try to look away from his eyes, but your eyes seem to be like magnets, attracted to each other. T/C/N nods, expecting you to continue. He crossed his arms, attractive, but also intimidating. You could tell he was feeling uncertain, possibly in fear of what you would say next. Before you knew it, you were off on a ramble. “I am crushing on you, and I am pretty sure you like me too, with all the hints you’ve been giving me and all...” T/C/N takes a step forward, the gap between the two of you being only a few inches. He uncrosses his arms and shushes you with a finger, immediately spreading tingles across your lips. “I think I know what your wish is.” Your breath gets even shorter. “Really?” You ask, shocked. “Really.” He says confidently. He positions himself so that he is cupping your face with one hand, the other grabbing ahold of your hand. “You wish for me to kiss you.” He wispers, his breath grazing your lips. You lick your lips, then bite your bottom lip. T/C/N lets out a deep breath, looking deeply between your lips and eyes. Then, you close your eyes, expecting him to kiss you. However, he pulls away. You instantly feel embarrassed.

“I will fulfill your birthday wish, Y/N. But not here, not right now.” You instantly feel a longing for his warm touch again. The two of you were so close. Like any birthday girl, you show excitement for your present. “Where and when?” T/C/N smiles. “I will pick you up, at 4 pm we can meet at McDonalds.” It sounded like a strange place to meet, but hey, you’ll take it, he likes you back!

At 4 pm you sat in your parked car outside of the McDonalds. You kept your outfit the same, but did your hair and makeup a little more extravagant. You ate a few mints and listened to your favorite song while you waited. You saw a car pull up a few spaces in front of you, and T/C/N stepped out and looked around. You rolled down your window and popped your head out. T/C/N gave you a nod and walked casually towards your car. “Hey.” You said, smiling. “Hello Y/N.” He smiled back, charmingly. “Still want to come with me?” He asked motioning towards his car. You nodded, staring into his dreamy eyes in the golden sun. He smiles with accomplishment. “Perfect. Come on.” You get out and walk to his car, stepping in the passenger side. His car smelt like his heavenly cologne, and you enjoyed the sight of him driving. He took you to an abandoned parking lot, and on the drive the two of you talked about normal things. It wasn’t awkward, and it didn’t feel like he was your teacher in that moment. It felt like two adults getting to know each other, it was great.

When he parked, the two of you looked at each other. “Y/N, I got to admit, I enjoyed making you wait for your birthday wish today. I saw you in the hall at the end of the school day, and I could just see the anticipation on your face. I liked knowing that it was me you were waiting for.” You blushed because you felt the same way. “I wanted to wait to do it here because we would have less limitations, if you know what I mean.” You nod, and instinctively bite your lip. “Now, birthday girl, let me give you the wish you have been waiting for.” He unbuckles his seat, moves closer, and returns to his position from earlier, holding your hand and cupping your face. He looks into your eyes for a moment, but you couldn’t read what he was feeling. You felt your heart start to beat faster and you just couldn’t wait so you cupped his face and pulled him into a steamy series of kisses. His hands started to travel down your arms and hips, and his tongue entered your mouth shyly. You both released slight moans. He unbuckled your seat belt and broke away from the kiss. You move the belt out of the way and look in his eyes. “I hope I made your wish come true.” You smiled and caught your breath. “More than I could have ever wished for.” You said with a smirk before his lips attached themselves to yours once again.

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Objection!: Chapter 20

Chapter title: To Thine Own Self

A/n: TALK ABOUT A BAD CHAPTER AM I RIGHT FELLAS...EYYYYYY. Anyway its Virgils birthday so i wanted to get this chapter out earlier!! Because my boi!! its his birthday!! Im love him!! Im very sorry to how bad this chapter is, its funny cause it basically contains nothing of substance. All I know is that Virgil is a flirty man, anyway enjoy some trash!!

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words: 3221

summary: Its Virgils birthday!

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, blood mention

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“Lo?” Patton shakes the lawyer softly, his coat tickling his face softly. Logan startles awake, his glasses falling carefully upon his lopsided face.

“E! Equals Mc scared!” He exclaims, Virgil groans from across the room toppling over to where Remy snores. “What time is it” Logan murmurs, sitting up as he adjusts his glasses. The knot tightens as Patton watched Logan adapt to the morning. His face flustered as the lawyer looked his way. “Oh, good morning Patton” Logan greets.

“Hi” He barely squeaks, he shakes himself out before extending his hand to Logan. Once their fingers connect, a quick warmth spreads over them, their bubble returns locking them safely away from the world. Soon Remy snores himself awake, pop! Patton watches as the bubble crumbles around them. “W-what happened here?” He questions, turning away from Logan.

“The case!” Virgil remembers “Patton! We have something to show you!” He rushes, swiftly taking Patton's hand unbeknownst to the quiet panic that flows over Patton. The relief when Virgil releases him is almost too much, its silly he knows but its a reflex. “Ok, we stayed up all night working on this” He shows Patton the board

“It was all a lie?” Patton reads, his soft eyes tracing the plethora of evidence. “What does that mean?” He inquires, the others turn to each other not sure how to respond. “You all need sleep” Patton decides, he adjusts his scarf making his way towards the door.

“Pat, come on” Logan begs, the lawyer turns cocking his head. “This has to mean something, I believe you ok?” Logan states Patton swallows. “George is innocent”

You'd think after months of fighting tooth and nail, Patton would gleam at those words. But as his eyes fell upon Logans, his entire body felt exhausted, defeated from the battle. Should he never emerge victorious he had already lost, lost something so special, nothing else compared.

“Maybe, but it doesn't matter now” Patton laments “Nothing we can do” He watches the board, a heavyweight places itself upon his chest. Pushing deeply as it constricts his every movement. He sees the others want to say more, after all, they had spent all night, sloppily theorizing. However, the doors opened as two small pairs of feet ran towards him.

“Papa!” Valerie cries jumping into her father's arms. Patton embraces her freely, preparing as Remus joins him, allowing himself to sit in Patton's other arm. After a brief shriek of laughter and moment of kisses, Patton smiles at Emile.

“Thank you so much for taking them last night” Patton gestures, wanting to never let this moment end. The dream he’d held for so long, sometimes he wondered how it ever became a reality. How he, out of all people, was blessed with children.

“Liam?” Patton calls listening as the door squeaked open, a piercing yet familiar sound. After a pause with no response, the lawyer stood from his desk, feeling lightheaded during this dark hour. He pushes through the house, stumbling blindly, a quick fear as rustles happen. He shakes his head allowing a quick smile to spread across his face. “Nothing to fear, I'm safe” He lies

“Cupcake?” A voice from out of the empty dark calls out, Patton really hated the nickname. Oh, how selfish that was. A sweet nickname, a sweet person and Patton hated it.

“Over here” He replies, his hands searching the wall finally reaching the lights. Allowing them to flicker awake. “Hi” He smiles softly, Liam grunts practically tripping over himself as he reaches the couch. Patton leans over, kissing his forehead carefully, adjusting his partner's hair.

“Beer” Liam requests, paying no mind to the kind gesture Patton performs. He could smell the alcohol practically wafting off of Liam, but it was late and he didn't have the energy to...run if need be. Once he returns with his opener, he sits. ��What?” Liam mutters as Patton watches him expectantly.

“I was wondering if you had any more time to think...about what I asked you?” Patton began slow, making sure to keep his words simple. Liam huffs, rolling his tired eyes.

“You think you can raise children?” Liam mocks, Patton looks to the window, something comforting about the way the stars twinkled. It reminded him of someone, he couldn't pin it. He smiles again, a facade arises.

“I do, and I think you can too” Patton hopes, more convincing himself really.

“Then you are a fool and really naive if you think that pursuing this is a good thing” Liam finishes, the beer emptied before Patton can process his words. He tumbles as he makes his way mumbling angry to the room. A practically shattered Patton remains, the softest of tears fall from his eyes.

“Patton?” Logan waves gently in front of his face. The lawyer blinks before the lights come back on behind his eyes. He shakes slightly adjusting to his surroundings, shooting a quick look to his children.

“Sorry, must've spaced out!” He smiles shaky, nervous laughter practically pouring from him. “I'm really sorry but I have to go” he announces, the twin's yawn, leaning safely into their father. They loved Emile, they loved all of their dad's friends, but no place, no home, no person would ever feel as safe as Patton. Before he goes, Patton spins on his heel to face Virgil. “Hey, don't forget, my house this Thursday, birthday dinner” He reminds, Virgil bites down a smirk but nods

“You know it” He nods, almost excited at the prospect of some normalcy to return to his life. For almost the entire time he and Patton knew one another, Virgil would spend his birthday evenings at Patton's house. The lawyer would cook an extravagant meal full of the detectives' favorite foods, he would give him gifts and shower him with praises. It didn't change once the kids arrived, it simply improved. No matter what happened during the day, that was set. Breakfast with Roman, lunch with Logan perhaps. A quick ‘Happy Birthday Virge’ from either sure, but Patton's house, seven pm sharp? That was set in stone, and should they grow old, and expand their families far and wide. Virgil knew...it would always be like that.

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“And...done!” Roman cheers to himself, the rough tips of his fingers simply begging for a break. He marvels at his creation, nodding satisfied as he places the gift delicately in his drawer. Making sure its kept safe and hidden until Thursday.

“Judge Reial?” A rasped knock at the door beckons Roman's attention. His gaze falls upon a man waiting at his arch. He stands smiling as the man approaches. “I'm judge James McCoy” He greets, shaking his extended hand. A firm yet soft touch, a quick shiver as they part both sitting once more. “It's an honor to meet you” James admits, Roman feels his face arise. The heat spreading quickly, surely this was a joke?

“Likewise?” He tries, James chuckles. A deep boom, so smooth it moved across Roman pleasantly.

“Apologies, I just transferred here. I've read about your work...I mean you're incredible in court.” Roman had to wonder if he had the wrong person, he was just...himself. “I was requested to come here for a case, then I was offered a job and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to work with you” He gushes, Romans blush only grows.

“That's so sweet thank you” Roman finds his bearings, a coy smile upon his face. “I mean, I get it all the time” He jokes, mission successful as yet another smile and laugh falls from James’s mouth. “Surely you didn't just move out here for me?”

“Don't flatter yourself” James teases, a smirk upon his face. Roman bites his lip stifling a laugh. “No I mean, I was iffy about taking the job but then my partner….he broke up with me so...new start ya know?” James explains, a raw honesty to his words. Roman nods, trying not to get excited at the developments as they unfold.

“Would you like to have lunch?” Roman blurts, a new sparkle in his eyes. James purses his lips “Thought we could maybe get to know each other” He proposes, Jame wants to hide his smile but his lips have their own mind.

“I'd love nothing more” James agrees, he collects his things at the ring of his phone standing as he goes. “It has been an absolute pleasure” He extends his hand once more, once again tickling Roman with possibility. “Lunch” He finalizes

“Lunch” Roman swoons, his back melting into the chair once more. He can feel his feet tap below him, dancing as the ideas sing throughout his mind.

“Hey Ro” Patton smiles through the door, Roman ushers him in. “You look giddy, what's up?” An uncertain expression befalls the lawyer, Roman shrugs into a shimmy.

“I just met someone” Roman marvels, realizing just how weird his insides felt. It felt like he had reverted ten years, a shiny new judge, he was dumb and easy to trick. He tripped over himself to be seen, and now here he was. People wanted to meet him, to see him. And for what? He wasn't some here, he wasn't this outstanding citizen. He sent people to jail, to spend the rest of their lives suffering.

“Bad people Ro” Virgil would take his hand, their words in whispers as Damian snuggled against them snoring softly. Roman wouldn't dare meet his eyes, fear of falling apart under their caring honesty. They weren't pools of dark mystery, they were swirling clouds of determination and ambition. Virgil's eyes radiated all he conquered, Roman loved them.

“What if they weren't bad? What if I made a mistake” He fears, the words only rising in panic. Virgil cups his face, his gentle hands tracing Romans almost perfect features. “What if I'm just like...him?” Roman dreads even the idea, but he knew it was always there. Forcing its way through the blockade. Virgil leans forward, taking Roman's lips on his own, knowing full well the judge would melt into the gesture. That for just this moment he would feel loved.

“You're not your father Roman, you never will be” Virgil assures, digging the point as far as he can. “Just this conversation, your concerns now, prove that. You care” He identifies, Roman wants to cry, but because for once in his life, he believes that maybe just maybe he really isn't. That all of his efforts and work, paid off. He is not his father.

Roman should feel sad, he misses Virgil so much. His stomach tug as even the slightest thing causes him to reminisce. But he's not, he loves Damian and he...cares for Virgil. Knowing that he's safe means the world. And something just cleared for him when Virgil uttered the words. As though he finally understood. He was...almost free. Should Virgil ever want to pursue him again or not, Roman would…

“Be ok” Roman mumbles, Patton stops his rocking of the stroller, the twins remain sleeping. “I'll be ok” He gleams. Patton forces a smile, nodding proudly of his friend. I wonder what that's like.

“That's good Ro, I'm proud of you” Patton squeezes his hand, his gaze returning to his source of joy. The twins sprawled across the stroller, sleeping carefully, cuddled with their respective stuffed toys.

“I...have a date!” He tilts his head, uneasy smile “Kind of?” He questions, Patton laughs.

“Oh?” He wonders, biting his lips as Virgil's name appears in his head.

“He's a judge, he just transferred here, he's cute and we are having lunch together” Roman finishes, drumming the desk lightly. “Guess too fast is my middle name!” He jokes, Patton swallows as his own words trail his mind, the crushing look Logan gave him replaying like an old station.

“Light and breezy” Patton nods slowly.

“Light and breezy!” Roman sings, feeling genuine, deep-rooted happiness. Unaware of the fragile demeanor of the lawyer across from him, as his world threatens to crumble, the regrets of everything he's ever done in his mind. The desperation as his heart aches to him, calling out to Logan, the phrase ‘miss so much’ we an understatement. He yearned for something he left of his own will, what an absolute...idiot he was.

Don't get emotional Patton

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“I will be there soon Pat...yeah I love you too” Virgil chuckles, stuffing the phone into his pocket as he pushes through the door into the precinct. The still quiet of the building causing unease in the detective so used to the bustling bounces of the room. He turns into the room fully expecting to have the frozen solitude to himself, alas as the lights flicker on he releases a soft gasp. “Roman?” He whispers. The judge stands idle by Virgil's desk, a small amber box alight in his hands.

“Hey” He smiles, the exhaustion under his eyes visible.

“What are you...what are you doing here?” Virgil questions, their voices remain ever so soft.

“Happy birthday” He rushes, skipping a few steps. Virgil's eyes widen as he nods, taking a step forward. Roman looks enchanting under the dim lights, his aura blazing passion.

“You remembered?” He's not sure why he questions it every time, Roman has never forgotten his birthday. He's never had a reason to assume someone, especially his friends would forget, and yet he lives in fear.

“Of course” Roman laughs so sweetly, it barely makes a sound “December nineteenth, you were born at exactly six forty four pm. You didn't cry at first so your mom was pretty worried, but it turns out you were just a little shy” He chuckles, neither understand why there are tears making their way down the men's cheeks. “You were a pretty light baby. Your favorite birthday was your sixteenth when your mom took you to a concert for the first time, but your sixth comes pretty close after you got to tag along with your dad on a case” Roman recites, the absolute adoration flooding his eyes. “You always spend your evenings with Patton, no matter what.” Roman moves closer, allowing the distance between them to circulate warmth.

“What are you doing?” Virgil hopes, maybe a little too much that he gets closer.

“I have a gift…” Roman's eyes move towards Virgil's lips “For you” He states, carefully he lifts it placing it in the detective's palm. “I know its small but uh...happy birthday Virge,” He says, overwhelming conviction. Virgil carefully undoes the ribbon, the paper falling with it. Virgil sucks in, his breath falling short. A small cloud, with lighting coming out of it, sits at the bottom of the box. “It's a worry stone, carved like a storm cloud”

“Because I'm your storm cloud?” Virgil groans, a knowing smirk. Roman laughs nodding sweetly.

“Because you are my storm cloud” Roman leans in stopping himself, he knows he's going to regret his next move but he takes his waist and locks their lips. Virgil allows it to happen, his arms snaking their way around Roman's neck.

“What was that?” Virgil questions, not entirely opposed to the idea, his arms remaining.

“Think of it as a breakup kiss, and a birthday present” He shrugs, Virgil chuckles shakily. “I have a proposition,” He says removing his arms, taking hold of Virgil's hands.

“Oh do tell” Virgil plays with Romans fingers in his own.

“You say we’re moving too fast then let's start again. From the top, Virge you're basically my best friend” Roman can't keep still, Virgil feels the warmth spread as he stays safe in his arms. “I'm not gonna let that slip away, and I'm not gonna let Damian slip away. Come on, I know you miss me” Roman teases, Virgil pouts stretching Romans arms behind him, he leans in planting a kiss on Roman.

“Maybe just a lil bit” Virgil states, Roman, shakes his head still smiling.

“Virge...I'm serious” Roman begs, Virgil nods allowing him to continue. “I wanna do this right, please” He requests, Virgil has no qualms.

“Yes of course” He purses his lips feeling Romans phone buzz, he smirks coyly, removing it from his back pocket. Roman barely puts up a fight. “Oh? Who's James?” Virgil wonders, Roman rolls his eyes “Come on best friend, whos the dude, I bet-” Roman leans in kissing him

“We can start tomorrow” Roman tries to grab his phone back but Virgil lifts above his head shaking it. He takes it scrolling through the previous texts giggling after each one, a contagious joy spread from the two. And before the hour strikes seven, it's just them in their delighted aura.

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“I think alcohol might have been a bad idea” Roman jokes, Logan grunts sitting down as he simply takes another sip of his drink. “Come on Lo, we should head home” Roman suggests, feeling the high of Virgil's lips upon his own drain away

“Im...going to propose to Patton” Logan decides, he flops on the couch, the music quiets as the people around him continue. Roman guffaws, a bellowed laugh.

“Yeah, alright Logan. I think you have to be dating first” Roman takes a calm sip of his drink, observing the world around him. Logan

“I'm not kidding Roman” Logan sits up, adjusting his glasses “I've known him for ten years. I practically know everything about him” Logan shrugs “I know he takes his coffee with cream and two sugars, a hint of cinnamon. I know that his favorite color is the rainbow because it changes every day. I know today its violet for Virgil's birthday. I know that he checks on the twins at least three times before going to bed himself. I know that there are only two people who can touch him without causing him to flinch. I know that when he balls his fists he digs his nails so deep into his skin he draws blood.” Roman doesn't want to listen anymore, his heart hurts as he watches Logan defeated

“Logan you do-”

“I know that turtlenecks provide him some sense of comfort as they wrap in warm coziness. I also know he used to use them to hide scars” Logan takes a shattered breath “I know that when he kisses me my heart beats a million times faster…” Logan rubs his forehead frustrated “I know that he can never have his eyes or hands away from the twins. And I know that...that” He pauses sucking in his huffed tears

“Logan? What?” Roman wants more

“I just like him so much” Logan moans, sprawling across Roman. “I wanna give him butterfly kisses” He pouts, Roman laughs stroking the lawyers head gently. “Do you know what those are? With the eyes?” His pout only furthers, as tears well in his eyes. He clutches to the pillow, his glasses drooping.

“I know bud, I know” He whispers carefully, not wishing to ruin the night further. Its funny, Roman had only seen Logan like this once before, and it was also about Patton. It's almost ironic in a way.

“Mm, my phone is buzzing” Logan mumbles, his arm making grabby towards the device. Roman takes it for him, asking him to put in his code. “What's happening?” He mutters into the couch pillow. Roman reads, the grin slowly disappearing.

Logan, please help

Patton was being vague, and Roman couldn't handle that

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