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Ch. 12: Welcome to the Shit Show Baby

Note: ...Heyyy...how ya'll doin? I know it's been a minute, I apologize. I hope this chapter makes up for the wait. I want to address the fact that this story is not over, I was worried my absence would give that impression, but there's still a lot that still needs to happen lol. As always, I'm thankful for all of the love and support. You guys are so sweet and make writing even more fun. Speaking of ya'll, not you guys saying yes on her behalf, damn, it's been 3 months, lol. Next chapter should be out at some point this weekend, meanwhile I hope ya'll enjoy <3 (also keep an eye out this weekend bc I'll be announcing new characters I'm gonna write for along with some sneak peaks, spoiler, one of them is my return to JJ.)

Warnings: Sexual content, explicit content, MDNI (FR FR don't make this shit weird)

Charlotte's Wedding Dress That's Not Really a Wedding Dress:

Charlotte's Hair and Veil:

Lip Being Hot in His Suit:

The Flowers :') :

Charlotte’s mouth opens and closes a couple times, no words making it out. She stares at her boyfriend, waiting for him to crack a smile, or say, ‘m’just fuckin’ kiddin’ and pull off to drive them home. Minutes pass as she watches the clock on the car tick, the changing numbers taunt her as she tries to find her words. Unfortunately, all she lets out is a breathy laugh.

“Marryin’ me is funny?” Lip asks, cocking his head back to observe her. Charlotte places a hand on her rapidly rising and falling chest.

“Not really, but I’m trying to see if you’re being funny.”

“M’fuckin’ serious.” he deadpans.

“But…3 months, Phillip.”

He shrugs, pressing another kiss to her hand. “Good enough for me. You?”

“I…” she’s shocked by the thought that crosses her mind. Good enough for me too. “But you’re not even down on one knee. And you’re asking me in front of your ex's house or party or whatever..” Charlotte pouts.

Lip’s eyes widen at that, glancing back toward the house because, well, that shit is true. “Yikes.” he chuckles at himself. “Yeah that’s pretty fucked up.”

“Only a little.”

“If I was on one knee, and we weren’t here, would you say yes? I don’t have a nice ring, but that’ll be the first thing I’d get you-” He rambles for a moment, stopping at the sight in front of him. Charlotte’s laying her head on the headrest, big brown eyes still shining with tears, staring at him dreamily with an uneasy smile on her face. His heart felt like it good fuckin’ bust out of his chest. He’d had people look at him before. With lust, hate, even love, but the way she was looking at him right now, he could finally see what Monica saw. Like he’d hung the moon and stars. He would. If she’d keep looking at him like that. But right now, he’d settle for getting her pretty voice to give him a yes. Lip turns off the car light and puts the car into drive, speeding down the road, ignoring her questions of ‘where are we going?’ ‘What just happened?’ his leg that isn’t controlling the pedals jumping up and down as he anxiously weaves them through traffic. He drives to the only grocery store he thinks will be open and hops out of the car, running in and locking the car.

Charlotte sits in the passenger seat confused as ever. She feels high. This is crazy. She’s never done anything like this before. And when would she? Why would she? She’s 19. Won’t be 20 for another week. She’s known Phillip for 3 months. That’s how long she talked to her ex before becoming his girlfriend. Her parents don’t even know him yet. How could she agree to this?

But, how could she say no? She loves him. She’s known that almost since meeting him. She loves being around him, feeling him brings her comfort, happiness. Watching his smile reach his beautiful blue eyes makes her feel like she’d won some kind of reward. She wants to be his family. Forever. She…she wants to marry him. She guesses that nothing else fucking matters.

He comes running back with something in his hands. Charlotte squints as she tries to lean closer to the window to see. The back seat door swings open and an out of breath Lip places something inside. “Don’t turn around.”

“Wha-why? What’d you get?”

“Just-” he closes the door, getting into the driver’s side. “Listen, alright? It’ll be worth it. Trust me.”

She does.

It’s about 3 am when the car rolls to a stop again. Somehow, Charlotte had managed to fall asleep, cocked back in the seat with her head against the window, Lip’s hand on her thigh covered by both of her hands. As he pulls to a stop he squeezes her a little, gently jostling her awake. “Hi, baby,” he says softly. “We’re here.”

She yawns, arching her back a little as she stretches, wrapping Lip’s suit jacket tighter around herself. “Where’s here?” she says groggily.

“You’ll see, c’mon, sweetheart.”

The couple gets out of the car, and Lip guides a staggering Charlotte to their destination. As they near it, he reaches over, guiding her head down, using her hair to cover her face. “Uh, try not to look up, bunny, hide your face.”

Charlotte shuffles her feet, following his instructions with a whine. “Aww, Phillip, are we doing something illegal?”

“Uh…no.”

“That means yes.” she huffs. She stares down at the ground as she hears the sound of clanking. She knows he’s picking some kind of lock. The metal clanks to the ground and Lip continues to guide her.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart, imma find the lights.” He says, voice getting further. “Don’t hurt yourself, just stay there ‘til m’back.”

The sounds of water starting to flow and fans blowing begin as the room turns light behind her eyelids. Charlotte feels his large, strong hands smooth their way down her arms before grabbing her hands. “Can I open now?” she asks gently.

“Yeah, baby you can open.”

Charlotte opens her eyes to see that they’re in a lit room with a glass ceiling. Beautiful plants surrounding them all over, flowers, trees, the works. Fountains are spaced out among the plants, mimicking nature, water trickling from them. Lights sparkle as they hang from the ceiling and in front of her is what she could only believe is the love of her life, holding a bouquet of flowers, trying to kick the little sign that said ‘Sweet 16’ that he’d plucked off behind him. “Where are we?”

“It’s uh, the Garfield Park Conservatory. I’d read about it before, and I knew I wanted to take you here…but they’re obviously closed right now. And I didn’t want people in our fucking business. And uh…pickin’ locks is free.” he jokes, letting out a wet chuckle.

“You know when we’re married you’re gonna have to slow down on doing things that’ll get you arrested.” She manages something between a laugh and a sob. Charlotte already knows she must look insane with the amount she’s cried in the past few hours. She takes one of her hands back trying to wipe her face and comb her fingers through her hair.

“You look beautiful, Charlotte.” Lip says, commanding her full attention with the intensity in his eyes. “And I love you, more than I’ve ever managed to love anyone or anything. I really, really didn’t think I was capable of feeling like this. Or having someone as good as you. And I’m gonna fuck it up, like all the time. But m’askin’ you to marry me anyway.”

“Yes.” she whispers, not even getting a second to finish before he’s dropping her flowers and snatching her into his arms. She cups his face and closes the distance between them and meets him in an intense kiss. “I love you.” she smiles against his lips.

“Love you.” He says between pecks. When they finally give each other some air, Lip turns her and starts guiding her to the door, grabbing her flowers on the way, tickling her and whispering jokes in her ear as they go. “Alright, you agreed, that shit is binding. I gotta get you to the courthouse before you change your mind.”

Judge Hanes is very well acquainted with the Gallagher family. He’s overseen many of their legal proceedings in both juvenile and adult court. And once, Frank Gallagher had pissed on his brand new Porsche after he’d awarded the man’s opponent restitution. So to say he was aggravated to find the eldest Gallagher boy in front of the courthouse, asleep on a bench with a young lady under his arm, is an understatement. He stops in front of the pair with a heavy sigh and an already forming headache. “Phillip Gallagher.”

The young man opens his eyes, squinting before his lips spread into a smug smile. “Mornin’ Keith.”

“It’s Judge Hanes to you, boy.”

The girl next to him stirs awake, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. “Good morning, Judge Hanes. Nice to meet you. I’m Charlotte.” She looks about his middle-daughter’s age, pretty, clean-cut. He couldn’t imagine why she was here with Lip Gallagher.

“Nice to meet you too, dear. What’s got you at this old courthouse this early? Child support enforcement?” He cuts his eyes back to Lip. “A protective order?”

“No, I feel perfectly safe, with my fiancé, actually.” The blond snarks, pulling the girl to him and kissing her temple. “We came to get married. Looks like you’re gonna marry us.”

Well he’ll be damned. Keith Hanes never thought he’d see the day. He almost believes this is some kind of grift. A scam he’s running on this poor girl. But from the look in Gallagher’s eyes, even Keith could see this was legit. He almost feels bad for what he has to tell them. “No can do.”

“What?” Charlotte looks to Lip.

“Why the fuck not? I mean it-isn’t it like your civic duty or some shit?”

Keith cocks his head challenging Lip's tone. “Thought you were supposed to be the smart one Gallagher.”

“Yeah, well, I’m more into the sciences, so I haven’t taken much time to learn the inner workings of your crooked ass system-”

“Phillip, please.” Charlotte interjects, placing her hand on his chest. Keith is surprised to see that it actually calms the boy, making him intertwine their fingers and quieting down. “Sir, we really wanna get married. We came all of the way here, and we love each other so much, it’s really important to us. Please.”

Keith sighs, looking down at a sweet little pout that reminded him so much of his own children. “I really am sorry kids. Courthouse is closed today, only doing jury trials because the clerks are rotating. No peace orders, divorce hearings or marriages. I can write you two up a certificate myself, but beyond that, I suggest you try a church and hope they’re willing to do it today.”

He watches as the couple looks at each other somberly. Charlotte rests her cheek on Lip’s shoulder, disappointment evident on their faces. Keith watches them share their disappointment and notices how they comfort each other. The girl smoothing her hand up and down his arm, the boy murmuring against the crown of her head, ‘if not today, then tomorrow.’ This isn’t the Lip Gallagher who’s been in and out of his courthouse. He’d absently thought that it had been a while since he’d been in trouble and now he could see why. He could applaud him for allowing love to turn his life around.

“I am about to be very kind this morning, please do not make me regret it.” Keith unlocks the doors and looks back at the pair. “Don’t tell your siblings I did this, I know your brood likes to marry every other week.”

“Sure won’t, sir.”

“And don’t screw this up, pretty young ladies like this don’t fall out of the sky.”

“Yeah we don’t.” Charlotte jokes, pushing Lip with her hip, his only response being rolling his eyes and dragging her to him.

“Alright alright, follow me.”

And Charlotte plans to, she really does. But for some reason, when Judge Hanes and Lip go to move, her feet remain planted on the cobblestone steps of the courthouse, her lack of movement pulling Lip to a stop by their intertwined fingers. “Babe?”

The woman breathes deeply as she looks up the steps. Being with Lip means a lot of things. Fun, passion, anger, joy, adventure, risk, love and family. How could they do this without their family? “Your Honorableness-” she begins.

Judge Hanes shares a glance with Lip who shakes his head, encouraging him to keep quiet.

“If we came back in a couple of hours with our family, would you still be here? I…we need them. Please?”

Well..Keith didn’t feel like watching his grandson lose his soccer game again anyway. “Four hours to get your…clan together. Then I’m going home.”

“Yay! Thank you!” She chirps, bouncing on her feet a little before throwing her arms around the older man, beaming at him before running down the steps back to the car. Lip places his hands in his pockets, watching her run excitedly with a soft smile on his face.

He tenses when he feels a heavy arm over his shoulders, a rough hand patting his arm. “Prove me wrong, Mr. Gallagher.” Judge Hanes says. “This may be something good. Try not to fuck it up.”

“I uh, I won’t.”

“Good morning Liam.” Charlotte hums, smoothing her hand over the little boy’s cheek. “Guess what?”

“Lottie!” he coos as she lifts him out of his toddler bed into her arms. He giggles as she bounces him on her hip. She and Lip had rushed back to the Gallagher house, thrumming with energy. Everyone would have to get on board for this wedding quickly because of the time crunch and they decided to make it feel as ceremonial as possible with the circumstances. Lip changed out of the suit he was wearing into the one he’d worn at one of Fiona’s attempts at marriage. Charlotte kept the bouquet he’d offered her in the car and quietly snuck into Kev and V’s house, rifling through her bags and producing a white dress she’d brought. It wasn’t a wedding dress but it’d do.

In the interest of time and not getting their idea immediately shot down, they decided to start collecting the younger Gallagher siblings first. “We’ve got a big surprise.” she mumbles against his cheek, kissing it over and over as she walks through the hall. She bumps into Lip who catches her by the waist, leaning down, blowing a raspberry into Liam’s other cheek.

“You ready?”

Charlotte nods and Lip knocks on Debbie’s bedroom door before opening it. The redheaded girl is splayed out on her bed, blankets half kicked off, snoring lightly. Lip eases into the room, sitting on the bed next to her, shaking her softly. “Hey, Debs.”

“Hm.” she rolls a little, squinting up at him. “What? What time is it?”

“Uh, it’s about 8.”

“And why are you bothering me?” She groans, kicking her feet at his stomach.

“Deb’s watch it, don’t get it dirty.” Lip says, catching her foot.

The younger girl frowns, opening her eyes fully and taking in her brother’s appearance. “Why the hell are you wearing that?” When he laughs and looks behind him she follows his gaze to the doorway. “Charlotte, you look so pretty! Can I borrow that dress?”

“Sure, Debbie.” the woman smiles, coming into the room to join them. “But right now, we need to ask you a question. How would you feel about getting another sister?”

“Damn it, Frank knocked someone up?”

“No, jesus, Debs, m’gonna marry Charlotte. Today. And we want you to be in it.”

Debbie all but shoves Lip out of the way, hugging Charlotte tightly before grabbing the hand that isn’t holding Liam. “Help me pick out a dress?”

Carl was less enthused by the whole idea. Dangling the concept of Charlotte being his sister was less appealing to him and he ultimately refused to come until Lip promised him some illegal fireworks that he hadn’t been able to score on his own.

Ian and Mickey had been the most fun to tell. Lip barged into their room, earning a groan from Ian and a loud grumble of ‘what the fuck?’ from Mickey. The couple stared at Lip and Charlotte, taking in their attire.

“What the fuck do you two idiots have on?” Mickey asks, wiping his face. He locks eyes with the woman, raising his eyebrows for a moment before his lips spread into a wide smile that matches her own. “Oh, shit! C’mere you crazy bitch.” He’s out of the bed and picking her up, hoisting her over his shoulder as she squeals and giggles. “What the hell kind of pussy have you been puttin’ on him?”

“Shit.” Ian echoes, pulling his brother into a tight hug. “Congratulations man, seriously. When…?”

“Today, get your suit on, motherfucker.”

“Shit!” Ian beams, clapping a hand on Lip’s back.

“You see this shit, Red?” Mickey calls back to his boyfriend. “The bar is fuckin’ high, even your shithead brother is puttin’ a ring on it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ian snorts, his arm still around Lip’s neck, keeping him close. “M’workin’ on it.”

“My ass.”

The group is so wrapped in their celebration they don’t even hear a tired Fiona make her way into the doorway. Sleep on her face, still clad in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, she stands prepared to curse them from waking her when she’d just worked the night shift. The brunette’s eyes widen as she takes in the scene in front of her. Charlotte, wearing a white dress, tossed over Mickey’s shoulder. Lip is wearing his best suit (he only has two that he rotates for weddings, jobs and funerals), lighting a blunt, the good shit they keep for graduations and when Monica leaves. Ian buttoning his dress shirt. Fuck. She thinks, crossing her arms. “Pregnant?”

Lip straightens, blunt still hanging from his mouth. “No.”

“And you’re sure?” she asks. “Both of you?”

“Yes.” Charlotte responds, offering Fiona a hesitant smile as Mickey puts her down. She goes over to Lip, slipping her hand into his. “So sure.”

Fiona rolls her eyes to the ceiling, whispering, ‘fuck’ under her breath before leaving the room. Lip clenches his jaw, looking away, taking a deep drag of the blunt as Charlotte rubs his arm, and Ian pats his back. He and Fiona fight like cats and dogs, but she’s his big sister. She’s supported him through everything, he’d thought she’d support him through this.

Moments later Fiona returns, tugging a blue dress down her legs and holding something white in her hands. She silently makes her way over to Charlotte, lifting what Lip and Ian recognized as her veil she never fully got to use, clipping it to the top of Charlotte’s head. “There. Now, you look like a bride. A sexy Vegas bride, but a bride. And I better be a bridesmaid.” Lip tugs his sister into a hug, making her stumble, rubbing her back.

“Um, thanks.” he says into her shoulder.

She sniffs in response, pushing him off. “Yeah, yeah, let me hit that blunt, this is gonna be a shit show.”

Once everyone’s dressed, the group makes their way next door, Lip and Charlotte stand in front of the door, ringing the bell because she did have her keys, the only thing in her hands being the flowers he’d given her.

“Yeah, I’m comin’!” Kev yells through the door, pushing it open and eyes bulging at the sight in front of him. “Holy shit. V!”

“What?” she calls from further in the house. “Yelling so early the damn morning. What’s the fucking problem-holy shit.”

V eyes her cousin, staring her down. Charlotte straightens, her stance steady but her face withering a little under V’s gaze. Everyone else watches as the two women share a silent conversation, the elder, putting her hands on her hips, eyebrows raised, the younger squeezing her boyfriend…fiance’s hand as she maintains eye contact. V cocks her head to the side expectantly turning to go back in the house and Charlotte follows, releasing Lip’s hand.

The two women climb the steps up to Kev and V’s room and Charlotte quietly gestures for Lip not to follow. When they get in the room, V pulls her pajama shirt off, grabbing a pink dress off of a hanger. “This is what you wanna do?”

“Yes. I love him.” Charlotte says, sitting on the bed.

“It’s gonna be really hard, Lottie. You know that?”

“I know.”

V turns and Charlotte zips her dress for her. “And your parents?”

Charlotte bites her lip at that. She’s startled to realize that she hadn’t even considered them being there. They weren’t who she thought of when she said they needed to go get family. She loves them, but this, the life she made here, has nothing to do with them. They’d ruin it. “It’s not about them. But you’re here.”

“Hell yeah, I am.” V says kissing her little cousin’s cheek. “Well, if we’re gonna do this, you need to complete the outfit.” She reaches in her drawer, producing her lacey, white garter, tossing it to Charlotte.

“Um…I love you…and thanks, but...when was the last time you washed this and has it been in Kev's mouth?”

When the group was finally complete, they head out of the house, trying to figure out how to stuff everyone into Kev’s car without fucking up their dress clothes. As they stuffed Carl, Debbie and Liam into the back, everyone else was arguing about who should have to squeeze into the middle.

“Well, I’m literally the bride, so-”

“This is my fucking car!”

“Princess doesn’t even need a seat, she’s used to bein’ in fuckhead’s lap.”

As they fuss over the spots, Frank stumbles his way down the street, seeing his family decked out in dress clothes he makes his way over, plucking the blunt out of Ian’s hand. “Good morning family. Who died?”

“Lip and Charlotte are getting married, Daddy!” Debbie calls from inside of the car.

Frank gasps dramatically, clutching his chest before clapping a hand onto the back of Lip’s neck, only to have it slapped off. “My eldest son! Why didn’t you say anything? Look how I’m dressed! Charlotte, looking vivacious as ever.”

Lip’s mouth curl’s in disgust as he tugs her behind him. “You’re not invited, Frank.”

“What? I’m your father. How could you not have me at your first wedding?” Frank slurs, “Besides, I think you’ll regret not inviting Daddy when you see the gift he got you.”

“How the hell does he have a gift, he just found out.” Fiona murmurs to V.

“I’m trying to figure out what gift his broke ass could afford.”

They watch tiredly as Frank stumbles behind the house, the sound of glass shattering ringing out, followed by a bunch of rumbling. When Frank comes back he makes his way over to his elder son, slapping two small items into his hands. “See if I’m invited now.”

Lip opens his hands to see two rings, one plain gold band and one with a small diamond in the middle.

“What the fuck?” Fiona says, getting a closer look. “Where the hell did you get these?”

“These are my and Monica’s rings from our first wedding.”

“And you haven’t pawned them?” Ian asks.

Frank shrugs, “They’re sentimental.”

“You’ve sold Liam.”

“I was gonna get him back! Do you want them or not?”

Lip looks over to Charlotte, “Bunny?”

The woman smiles, running a finger over the rings before nodding. “We could always have them blessed to…you know, get rid of any bad juju.”

“Alright.” Lip says, giving her a peck before turning to get in the car. “Move out, people, let’s go.” As everyone piles in he looks at Frank sighing at them, running his dirty hands over each other. “Fuck.” he breathes, dropping his head forward on Charlotte’s shoulder as she sits in his lap. “Come the fuck on Frank.”

“Fantastic.”

Keith Hanes checks his watch one more time before shaking his head and standing from his desk. He’d given them extra time, tried to get some work done and called his wife while he waited. But time was up, he’d waited all that he could. As he turns the lights out and begins to lock up, he tsks at himself disappointedly. Of course it was a load of shit. He’s a Gallagher.

The older man turns the key, locking the second door of his office, certificate of marriage in his hand. He was a fool to even draft it up as he waited. Just as he goes to crumple the paper he hears what sounds like a stampede of feet running in the marble halls.

“Hey! Shit-” Keith turns to find the young couple sprinting over with the entire Gallagher clan (and one Milkovich) behind them. Lip slipping slightly before catching his balance as he and Charlotte round the corner. “We’re here. Made it.”

“You’re 30 minutes late.”

The blond runs a hand through his disheveled hair, running the other up and down the bare skin of his fianceé’s arm. “Is that uh, is that ours?” he asks, nodding his head toward the certificate.

“Well, yes-”

“Ah! Phillip!” Charlotte squeals, bouncing and squeezing his arm. Lip twists his lips, attempting to contain his own smile as they essentially bum rush the judge back into the room. The young couple follow Keith over to his desk, still wrapped up in each other , exchanging pecks as they murmur excitedly to themselves.

“Uh uh, if I’m gonna get my ass beat by my mama for letting you do this, we’re gonna do this right so we can at least get some pictures on the phone. Move-” V pushes Lip back by his chest, separating the pair before wrapping her manicured nails around Charlotte’s wrist. “C’mon little girl. One second judge.”

Fiona shrugs at the bride as V rearranges the room, ushering Carl, Ian and Mickey to stand behind Lip and instructing Fiona and Debbie to go out into the hallway. Frank stumbles his way over, looping his dirty arm with Charlotte’s free one. “Frank, watch her fuckin’ dress.” Ian hisses as Lip’s brows furrow. “Fuck are you doin’ Frank?”

The older man frowns as his two eldest sons. “I’m-” he burps, “obviously going to be walking my new daughter down the aisle.”

Lip’s eyes immediately catch his girl’s as the brown pools widen. He could tell that she didn’t want that. This was gonna be a big moment, shit, he wouldn’t want to remember it with Frank either. Hell, he’s his dad and he planned to push him as far back as possible, he was lucky to be in the fuckin’ room. But he knows that his sweet girl knows he has complicated feelings toward his father. Hatred. Disgust. Humiliation. But the fucker was still in his blood. He couldn’t fully shake him. Lip knows Charlotte won’t outwardly protest Frank being part of this special moment that he was going to bust his ass to make sure is her only walk down an aisle. Not in front of his little siblings. Not when she’s not sure how he feels about it. “Yeah, fuck that, Frank, go sit down.”

“Well isn’t this fuckin’ something? I don’t happen to see her father here, steppin’ up. I’m welcoming her into the Gallagher family-”

“Sit the fuck down, Frank.” Lip grits, clenching his fists. This shit was not gonna happen. He was not gonna come in here, and bumble his way into ruining his wedding. He’d seen him do it to Fiona, he was not gonna do it to Lip. To Charlotte.

“What? You get a little pussy and you’re a tough guy now?”

“Frank-” the blond steps forward, veins in his arm twitching with how tightly he was clenching his fists. Mickey not far behind him, waiting for someone to throw a punch so he could get his lick in, he was still mad at Frank from the last time he broke Ian’s nose, but he’d promised his boyfriend he wouldn't get arrested this month and they were fucking literally in a courthouse in front of a judge.

“He’s right.” Charlotte intercepts, shaking the older man’s arm off. She pats her free hand softly on her fiance’s cheek. “My dad isn’t here. But, Kev is. That’s what people do right? If your dad can’t do it your brother does?”

“Oh shit-” Kev huffs, using his arm to cover his face.

“Um…are you crying?”

“No, m’not fuckin’ cryin’, Lottie, come the fuck on-” He says, planting his hands on her shoulders and steering her the rest of the way out of the door.

Frank scoffs as he watches them. “Well just fuck me then.”

Lip doesn’t believe in fairytales. Or happy endings. True love, none of that shit. He’s always believed in what life has shown him. Fucking struggle basically. Bad shit with a little drop of happiness slipped in there before shit really hits the fan. Just enough good that he doesn’t just say fuck it and give up. That good usually came in the form of something with his siblings, finding some money, or getting his dick wet.

Then Charlotte came. And those little moments of goodness, happiness starting happening more frequently. They came with the smiles she offered him, plump lips spreading, cheeks dimpling. They came with her soft hands, in his rougher ones, running through his hair cupping his face, touching him. It came with her laughter. Loud giggles that often ended with gasps and slaps on his arm and stomach. And still…with him getting his dick wet…but with her.

All of that was great. Amazing.

But this shit right here. He’d never known that it could get this good. Like, they’re in a courtroom/clerk’s office in the courthouse in which he’d had many things expunged from his record as a juvenile. Where he’d been dragged into foster care, group homes, what the fuck ever else by CPS.

All of that went away watching Charlotte Fisher come down the aisle. It’s not even a fucking aisle. The walk from the doorway is too short. His blue eyes scan her hastily as she slowly makes her way, wanting to catch everything, capture every inch of her. He wants to commit this shit to memory. For when things get hard. He knows shit will never be this good again. This is it. He’s peaked. From her legs, up her body, the way the dress fit. The way her hair falls perfectly. And her face…her face he had to save for last. Because she’s doing it again. Looking at him like he’s something. Like he’s everything. He didn’t know you could feel love from a look like that. If he had the mental capacity at the time, he’d wonder what he must look like looking at her. Probably desperate. Needy. I mean, fuck it, he is.

Lip hadn’t even realized he wasn’t breathing until she’s directly in front of him, leaning her forehead against his, the thin, sheer veil over her face the only thing separating him. The white fabric only making her look even more angelic. “You think your sister is gonna kill me for getting makeup on her veil?” she whispers with a giggle.

Phillip Gallagher is an all encompassing experience. You could laugh at Charlotte if you want to, she loves her man. A lot. So much so that after having a screaming match in front of his ex's house, trekking through mud, and one of the first things he’d ever said to her being ‘wanna bang one out’ she was here. In a white dress. And his sister’s veil. Getting married after like 3 months. And she’s fucking gassed.

She knew what she was signing up for. Chaos. Crazy. Gallagher. That’s fine. Phillip’s here. The consequences of dealing with her own family and friends from home barely cross her mind. All she could think of is intense blue eyes. She loves his eyes. She loves Phillip. He makes her happy. Before she’d come here, she’d thought she was content. She thought the only thing she was missing was independence. She didn’t know that this kind of joy existed. And she didn’t know she could care about someone else’s happiness like she cares about Phillip’s. He’s only 20. But life had already been so rough on him. It makes her sad, sometimes, the dark circles under his eyes, watching him bitterly light a cigarette and roughly tug at his beautiful curls when he’s stressed. Seeing his jaw clench when he sees another little kid wearing new shoes as his siblings walk around in used ones, or some guy gifting his girlfriend with something expensive. Charlotte wants to get rid of those looks. She wants to make life easier for him. To cater to him.

If V heard that she’d probably fucking vomit before slapping the shit out her. Her friends from home would think this was just people pleaser Charlotte, being tricked by some guy again. But this is different. She knows Phillip loves her.

She can feel it. To her core. She can see it, in his eyes, essentially gazing into her soul as he looks at her intently. She can hear it, in the vow he makes to her.

“I’m gonna take fuckin’ care of you, Bunny.”

She hears Judge Hansen sigh at the statement, probably shocked that the vow was so singular. So abrupt. 8 words and one of them was fuckin’.

To Charlotte, it was short and sweet. Meaningful.

“And I’m” she giggles wetly through her tears, her shaking hands in his larger, steadier ones. “Gonna make you so fuckin’ happy, Bubba.”

“You may now kiss the bride-”

“Fuckin’ finally.” Lip breathes, tugging Charlotte to him by the waist and capturing her lips. He leans into her with so much force she’d have stumbled back if his grip on her wasn’t so strong. Charlotte throws her arms around his neck, pressing even closer as their lips continue to meet, blissfully unaware of everyone around them.

“Jesus, Gallagher, you’re not supposed to fuckin’ swallow her.” Mickey calls from behind them. Lip smiles into the kiss, pecking her lips one more time before pulling back, only to be pulled back in.

“Yes he is.” she grins, nudging his nose with hers and squealing as he picks her up, spinning her around.

“Alright, you got the music baby?” Kev calls as he makes his way behind the bar, pulling out shot glasses, lining them up on the wooden bar and preparing to pour.

“On it.”

Lip finishes carrying Charlotte in on his back, refusing to carry her in bridal style because ‘this dingy ass bar isn’t our home’ but giving into her whining that her feet hurt and she didn’t want to get them dirty on the sidewalk. He plops her down on one of the stools and walks between her legs, rubbing his hands along her thighs, kissing her. “‘Makin’ you a spoiled brat.”

“Yeah? You married me?” she smiles against his lips. “That’s so cool.”

“Yeah, it fuckin’ is.”

Wrapping her arm around his neck she lets him rest his head in hers, turning to Ian, “Okay, okay, flirt with me.”

The redhead snorts, leaning his elbows back against the bar. “Hey sexy, let me buy you a drink.”

“Ah! Nope, m’married!” she laughs, waving her left hand in his face, ignoring the tickling feeling of Lip’s breathy laughter on her skin.

Fiona makes her way in, she’d just dropped the younger three kids off at Sheila’s so that they could fully celebrate at the Alibi without worrying about them. She pulls Charlotte from her younger brother’s embrace, pressing her lips to the girl’s cheeks. “Mwah, welcome to the shitshow baby, m’just happy to have a sister in law I can fuckin’ stand. He had shit taste before.” She laughs, shoving her brother’s shoulder. “Now, lets toast to the happy fucking couple.” her eyes lock with Lip’s and she gives him a crooked smile. “Seriously. Really fucking happy for you.”

Everybody has seen Lip fucked up before. Depending on the mood he was in, he could be fun as hell or he could look like Frank Jr. And everyone had seen Charlotte off her ass. She was…less reserved than usual. So, thank God Kev had flipped the closed sign before the shots started rolling.

“Alright, alright man! You been under there long enough!” Kev calls, slapping Lip’s back. The younger man just chuckles as he climbs back from between his bride’s legs, garter dangling from his teeth.

“No he hasn’t!”

“Charlotte!”

“She’s married, Kev.” V says, elbowing her own husband before grabbing her cousin’s hand, “One more drink.”

“One more!” Charlotte cheers, stumbling over to the bar and kneeling so her cousin can pour directly from the bottle into her mouth before pouring it into her own. “Baby, dance with me.”

“Lip doesn’t dance.” Fiona snorts, downing her own drink, coughing as she watches her brother obediently stand, going to sway with his new…shit wife. It’s so weird. Watching her little brother be a husband. Slow dancing with the young woman in front of him, despite the loud base of the fast paced music. The sloppy, drunken kissing and his hand on her ass was very on brand for her brother. But the soft smiles in between, and the thumb, sweeping softly over the girl’s cheek, that was new.

“Looks good on him doesn’t it?” Ian asks, resting his arm on his sister.

“Yeah. It does.”

Mickey sidles up next to the siblings, following their gaze. “Cute.” he pats Ian’s hip before stumbling away, his drink sloshing in glass. “But I better get a real fuckin’ wedding.”

“Don’t get used to this, alright, it’s only because it’s your wedding night.” Fiona calls from Kev and V’s stoop. “And clean up after yourselves.” She watches as Lip lifts a yelping Charlotte off of the ground, stumbling backward a little himself before kicking the door open. She sighs, as it slams shut and turns to V. “Your family is gonna kill us, huh?”

“Oh yeah, we’re dead.”

The newlyweds can't concern themselves with anything but each other at the next house over.

“Okay so,” Lip begins between the heated kisses he’s placing on Charlotte’s neck. “Where do you wanna go first, cause this is the only time my family is ever gonna be cool enough to give us the house.”

His head swims as Charlotte’s hand tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck, her legs hooked around his waist as she drags his lips to hers, speaking against his mouth. “I wanna go where you wanna go.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

“C’mon baby.” He breathes before connecting their lips fully, hoisting her, gripping her ass as he walks them up the stairs. He pushes his…their bedroom door open. Charlotte starts giggling, kicking her feet lightly as she adjusts herself in his arms. “What’s funny?”

“You chose our bedroom?” she snorts, pulling back a little to look at him.

“So fuckin’ what? Why’s it funny?”

Charlotte cocks her head to the side, her hair had fallen down hours ago from the dancing she’d done with Fiona and V. “I mean, you’re just the same guy who’s always like,” she clears her throat and tries and fails to make her voice deeper. “Baby, m’so horny let me fuck you in this dirty bathroom, stop being so prissy. Bunny, Kev won’t even be able to tell if I eat your pussy in the car, nobody’s home, lemme bend you over the couch-” she squeaks when he slaps her ass before dumping her onto the bed.

“Fuckin’ brat, I was trying to be nice to you today.”

“Aww,” she pouts, “is that why you wanna do it the ‘boring’ way, like you call it.”

Lip’s gaze softens as he stares down at the woman splayed out on his bed, smiling up at him. “Yeah,” he all but whispers, smoothing his thumb over her cheek, dragging it down her lips and to her jaw, “and, uh, I wanna look at my wife’s pretty face.”

Charlotte settles, catching his hand with hers before he can pull it back, placing it fully on her cheek and leaning into it. “I love you.”

“I fucking love you.” he huffs out, before climbing on top of her and capturing her lips.

This was nowhere near their first time. Like at all. Much to the chagrin of their families, Lip and Charlotte fuck at least 1-2 times a day. But this was something else entirely. They took turns quietly undressing each other, Charlotte taking the time to undo each of Lip’s buttons, Lip running his fingers along her spine as he unzips her zipper. Never straying far from each other, lips either melded together, or close, sharing air.

Charlotte’s fingers flex in blond curls as he settles between her legs, blue eyes staring at her intently, watching for every reaction, as he moans into her core. He only gets to taste her for a moment before she was whining for him to come up, wrapping her legs around him as he settles back on top of her. The couple shares a gasp as he pushes into her, the only sounds filling the air, the soft creaking of the old bed to the rhythm of his slow thrusts and the quiet moans they share.

Lip fights to keep his eyes open despite their impulse to roll closed, desperately taking in her face as he rocks into her, one hand holding her leg, the other exploring her face, his thumb dips into her mouth for a moment, pulling a sound from her that has him chasing it to her lips, kissing her deeply, guiding her tongue along his,

After a moment he drops his head next to hers, pressing his mouth to his ear. “Fucking love you.” Charlotte only gasps in response as his movements get rougher despite maintaining their slow pace. Her hand gripping at his arms as she tightens around him. “Yeah? You like that? You like hearing how much I love you?” Her cry only fuels him, his own mouth falling open briefly as he breathes against her neck. “I love you more than anything and now you’re mine. Say it.”

When all she offers him is a whine, Lip tightens his grip on her jaw slightly, leaning back up and pushing their foreheads together, looking down at her. “Did you hear me?”

“I…I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby. M’gonna make you so fuckin’ happy. Gonna get you a real fuckin’ house. Gonna be such a good husband for you, bunny. Take care of you.”

“M’gonna take care of you too.” she whispers, arching up to kiss him again, trailing her lips against his cheek.

“God damnit-” he groans, reaching down between them to rub along her clit, feeling her start to spasm around him. “Fuck fuck fuck. C’mon baby.” His grip on her tightens as she climaxes, squirming in his arms as he commits her cries to memory, wanting to hear that sound play on loop in his brain. Lip brings both of his hands to her hips, gripping tightly as he pins her to the bed, as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Fuck, Charlotte, tell me you love me.”

Through her haze, Charlotte calms enough to focus her vision on her husband, truly hearing his plea, seeing it in his eyes as he waits. How could she not? “I love you, Phillip Gallagher.”

Lip moans loudly, his hands tightening impossibly around her as he buries his face in her neck to bury the sound, but she hears it anyway. She feels as he empties himself into her and rubs her hands along his back as he settles on top of her, brushing wet curls away from his face when he finally comes up to press soft, persistent pecks onto her lips.

After a few minutes he pushes off and out of her, despite her demands that he stay where he was, and tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “C’mon Mrs. Gallagher, we gotta make sure you don’t get a UTI.”

“Romantic.”

“Shut up, I’m plenty romantic.”

“In what way?” she scoffs as he plops her down on the toilet and leans against the sink, not even offering her the decency of looking away while she pees. “Hey, you wanna get married tomorrow?” she mocks.

Lip smirks down at her, flicking her forehead. “You’re gonna stop mockin’ me, you don’t like it when I do it to you.”

“I don’t care when you mock me.” she pouts, crossing her arms.

“Oh, fuck, Phillip-” he whines loudly, laughing between his mocking whimpers as he starts tugging her hands away from where they’re covering her ears. “I’m yours, Phillip, please-” he continues for a moment before quietly trailing off, running the rough pads of his fingers along her collarbone, following his own movement with his eyes, starting a trail down to her breasts.

“You just turned yourself on, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” he shrugs, leaning back on the sink again. “You gonna let me fuck you in the shower?”

Lip sleepily reaches over, grabbing the ringing phone from the bedside table, pressing it to his ear as he smooths a hand down Charlotte’s spine, hoping not to wake her. He was proud of his handiwork, her hair was a mess, she was gonna throw a fit when she woke up and realized she didn’t cover it, but it didn’t matter, they’d sweated it out the night before anyway. Her body is littered with hickeys, her ass still warm and red. He had matching love bites of his own and he was sure his back was red with scratch marks with the pleasant sting he feels.

“Charlotte? Hello?” a man’s voice burns in Lip’s ears as his blue eyes shoot open. He pushes off of the bed, stepping onto the wooden floor, body already tense.

“Who the fuck is this?” he growls into the phone, his change in tone causing the woman to stir.

The voice sounds affronted, meeting his anger with its own. “No, who the hell is this?”

“Her fucking husband, your turn dickhead.” He grits, Charlotte shooting up behind him, waving her hands and trying to wrestle the device out of his hands pleading ‘hang up, hang up, hang up-’ “Her fucking father, young man. I win. Now can I speak to my daughter?”

#oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #love #charlotte fisher #better #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich

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heyyy <3 for yandere!Richie, maybe him thinking reader is his last chance, so he knows he needs to keep them around and take advantage. get them to move in, knock them up, keep them with him forever. he wants eva to have a little sibling she can bond with! and it wouldn’t hurt to make tiff jealous. he’s just so sure he’s old and you’re naive enough to fall into his trap. maybe reader is young, a family friend or a Berzatto, freshly out of college, a virgin, sort of clueless, and works at the beef/bear? feel free to write whatever comes to mind! doesn’t have to have smut at all! thank you :))

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: abusive relationship, age gap, rape (fade to black), pregnancy

A/N: This one's a long one!! And as always don't forget requests for everything are open so if you'd like to see anything from me feel free to drop it in my ask box :)

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~~~

“Damn sweetheart, where you been hiding all that ass!”

You yelp as a hand cracks down on your ass, spinning around to glare at Richie as he quickly turns around, pretending to be busy. You press your lips together and glance at the kitchen where you can see Mikey, shoulders slumping as the scolding remark you wanted to say sticks in your throat. You shoot Richie a warning look before turning around to greet the customer that just walked in.

The customer hands you a couple of bills to pay for her order and you open the register, quickly counting the change with practiced ease. Richie squeezes your ass right as you go to hand the change to the customer, causing the coins to clatter onto the counter. You swear and help the customer pick them up, handing her the receipt with a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that! Talk about butterfingers!” You say with a forced laugh, glaring at Richie from the corner of your eye.

You keep a smile plastered on your face until the customer leaves, immediately whirling around to face Richie, your voice barely above a whisper as you hiss, “The fuck, Cousin? You can’t be doing that while I’m working! And what about Tiff? Or-or Mikey? Do you really think either of them needs that shit right now?”

Richie leans closer to you, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he runs his hand over your ass again, “That bitch is officially not my wife anymore, and you, baby bear, god haven’t you filled out nicely.” He groans and coldness trickles down your spine at his words, your breath quickening as he squeezes your ass again.

“Cousin! I ain’t payin’ you to play grab ass with people, get your ass in here!”

Mikey’s voice echoes from the kitchen and Richie slips away with a chuckle, leaving you frozen at the counter. The bell above the door chiming startles you from your trance and you take a deep breath, nervously adjusting your uniform as you plaster a fake smile on your face to greet the new customer.

Later that day Richie decides to bother you again. You eye him warily, waiting until Mikey comes into view to bend over, ripping open the box of napkins in front of you. You start restocking the shelves behind the counter, banging your head against the counter as Mikey’s booming laugh startles you. Looking back, you see Richie thrusting his hips towards your ass, his hands hovering in the air like he was holding your hips.

You let out a scoff and haphazardly stuff the rest of the napkins onto the shelf, moving to stand up, “You guys are so fucking juvenile!” Mikey lets out another laugh, watching the scene for another moment before walking out of the room. Richie properly grips your hips before you can fully stand up, dragging you back against his hips. Your breath leaves you in a rush as you feel his dick harden against you and you rip his hands off you, hurrying away from him as he laughs.

~~~

You eye Mikey warily when he starts putting his jacket on in the middle of cleaning The Beef, “Mikey, we still got like half the kitchen to sanitize, the fuck you going?”

He flashes you a grin, bending down to kiss the top of your head, “Don’t worry about it, baby bear, you and Cousin can finish up tonight and I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” You grumble but he ignores it, pulling you into a quick hug on his way out the door.

You sink your hands back into the dishwater, trying to ignore the spiders of paranoia creeping up your back. Richie sidles up next to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips and you glare at him. His laugh sends shivers down your spine as he pulls you back against him, “Guess it’s just me and you tonight, huh?”

“Yeah a real fuckin’ party,” You deadpan, trying to ignore the way the rigid line of his cock presses against your ass. His hands creep between your thighs and you shake him off, turning to glare at him properly. “C-Cousin, you need to stop.” You say, trying to sound firm as you push him away, “This is wrong.”

He laughs quietly, holding his hands up in surrender as he steps back, “I don’t see what’s wrong about it, babe. We’re both single, adults and you know Mikey would love having me as a brother-in-law.” He brushes his lips against your cheek, “Just think about how happy it would make him.”

You shudder, gripping the sides of the sink as he walks away, tears burning behind your eyes. You take a shaky breath, turning to put the last load of dishes into the sanitizer as you try to push the event from your mind.

You wring out a rag, moving to wipe down the counters when Richie’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “Rich-“ he clamps his hand over your mouth before you can protest, shushing you quietly as his hand wanders to the top of your pants.

“C'mon baby, don’t be like that. I just wanna show you how special you are to me.” Richie plunges his hand into your pants with a groan, “Just let me show you some love, hm?”

~~~

You’re shaking as you enter The Beef to help with opening, skittishly glancing around you as if that would keep Richie from sneaking up on you. Mikey claps his hand on your shoulder making you jump, letting out a startled squeak at the sudden touch. Your heart pounds as you twist around, letting out a relieved sigh at the sigh of your brother, “Jesus Christ, Mikey, you scared the shit outta me!”

He laughs, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, “Sorry, baby bear, figured you heard me come in.” You wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest as you breathe in his familiar scent. “So, Cousin told me about last night,” He starts casually and you stiffen against him, heart jumping into your throat as he continues, “He’s a good guy, baby bear, I know he’ll make you happy.”

You pull away to give him a forced smile, avoiding his eyes as you take a step away from him, “Yeah, I-I’m glad you’re okay with it.” He leans down to brush his lips against your forehead before disappearing into the office and you wrap your arms around your stomach protectively, doubling over as you try to calm your breathing.

~~~

You’re still shaken by the time you reach Tiffany’s apartment, giving her a tight-lipped smile when she opens the door with Eva on her hip. Her eyebrows pinch together in concern, “Honey, is everything alright? We can just reschedule if you’re not feeling good!”

You avoid her eyes by busying yourself with taking your jacket off, reluctant to tell her what’s been happening. You shoot her a smile, holding your hands out to take Eva, “I’m okay! Just a little sore from work, we were pretty busy today.” You grin at Eva, slipping into the high-pitched voice that’s always reserved for kids, “Hiya, munchkin! You ready to hang out with Auntie Bear?” She giggles and lets Tiffany transfer her to your arms without a fuss, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck in a vice grip.

“Okay, we’ll be out late so you’ll need to give her her bath and put her to bed. There’s money on the counter for pizza and of course, you are more than welcome to raid our fridge.” Tiffany says with a little laugh as she slips her shoes on.

She pauses for a moment to look you over, shooting you a concerned look, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You laugh and bounce Eva against your hip with a grin, “How could I not be okay getting to hang out with my favorite girl in the whole world?” You nuzzle your nose against her cheek and she erupts with giggles. Tiffany sighs, still looking concerned when Frank immerges from their bedroom, resting his hand on the small of her back.

“We gotta get going if we want to beat the traffic.”

She nods, finally taking her eyes off you as Frank helps her into her coat. She grabs her purse and turns to Eva, pressing a kiss to her head, “Okay, Mommy loves you!” She waves goodbye as Frank urges her out of the door and you return it, pushing the door shut behind them.

“Alright! Who wants pepperoni on their pizza?”

~~~

You stand in the middle of The Beef, your eyes stinging from crying as you look around the empty restaurant. You couldn’t believe it. Your big brother is dead, lying in a morgue downtown and the restaurant he worked so hard on stands barren and cold. You hear the scuff of boots on the linoleum behind you and you turn to see Richie hovering in the doorway, shoulders drawn in as grief weighs him down.

You press your lips together as a fresh wave of tears fills your eyes and you throw yourself at him, squeezing your arms around his waist as you sob, “I can’t believe he’s really gone. I-I can’t-” Your words are lost as you sob harder and you press your face against his chest.

Richie takes a shuddering breath and wraps his arms around you, gently petting your hair, “It’s okay, baby, I miss him too.” His voice is thick with unshed tears as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head, “Let’s get you home, okay? You need to get some sleep.”

You pull away with a hiccup, roughly wiping tears from your eyes, “I-I can’t, the apartment doesn’t feel right without him. All of his stuff is still-” You let out a shaky breath, “Can I- can I crash with you? Just for tonight?”

He gives you a small smile and nods, pulling you into another hug, “Yeah, of course, you can always stay with me. Let me take you home now, yeah?” You nod and he guides you out of the restaurant with a gentle touch to the small of your back. The silence is almost suffocating when you get in his car, hearts heavy with grief as he drives home.

You hover next to Richie as he unlocks the door, holding it open for you with a comforting smile and you return it with a shaky smile of your own, stepping into his cluttered living room. You look around and let out a little laugh when you spot laundry strewn across the floor, “What is it with boys and having laundry everywhere? I fought with… with Mikey at least once a week because I kept finding his dirty underwear in the living room.” Your face contorts in sadness, eyes burning as you try to will the tears away. Richie touches your back and you let out a sob laced with a laugh, looking back at him, “I would do anything to have that fight with him again… pretty stupid, huh?”

He shakes his head and your face crumples, a tear finally escaping down your cheek. Richie sighs and pulls you against him, resting his chin on top of your head as you cry quietly. He carefully guides you to the couch, letting you tuck your face against his neck as he pulls you into his lap.

You sigh, tears slowing as the warmth from his body sinks into yours. You close your eyes, almost being able to imagine the arms curled around you were Mikey’s as Richie’s scent that was so close to Mikey’s envelops you.

A whimper slips from your throat as Richie slowly slides his hand over your leg. You push at his hand, trying to stop his movements but he shushes you, settling his hand on the apex of your thighs, “Don’t worry, baby bear, Cousin’s got you.”

Fresh tears slide down your face and you curl your fingers into his shirt, squeezing your eyes shut as he slips his hand into your pants.

~~~

Richie’s quiet as he watches you move around his kitchen when your phone lights up, a text from your landlord appearing on the screen.

Landlord 💀 4:50 pm

Your lease ends at the end of the month, can I count on you to sign on for another year?

His eyebrows raise, eyes flashing up to study you curiously for a moment before piping up, “I think your landlord just texted you, something about your lease?” You hum in acknowledgment, wiping your hands on a dish towel before picking your phone up.

You let out a sigh and type out a quick reply before setting your phone face down, ignoring when it vibrates against the surface. “She wants me to sign a new lease and… I don’t know, it’s different there without Mikey.” You turn back to the food you’re preparing, starting to chop an onion as you continue, “I’ll probably sign one anyway, I can’t afford rent anywhere else.”

Richie scoffs softly, “Why do you need to sign a new lease? You’re already here most nights, just move in.” Your knife slips off the onion at his response and you let out a quiet hiss as the blade barely misses your fingers. You set the knife down with a sigh, leaning on your hands against the counter.

“I-I don’t know, Cousin… I mean, I like having my own space and I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

He moves to stand behind you, squeezing your shoulders gently, “Take the spare room, then. You know I love having you here and Eva definitely loves having you here. I think she’d go crazy if you moved in.” At the little girl’s name, you turn to look at him, a small smile tugging on your lips.

You stare at each other for a moment before you finally shake your head with a small laugh, “Alright, alright I’ll move in.” You agree, throwing your hands up in defeat, “Playing dirty, using your daughter as a bargaining chip.”

He laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug, “As if she wouldn’t do it herself if she was here.” He rests his chin against your shoulder with a smile, “She’ll be so happy that we can be a proper family now.”

~~~

You set down the last box from the moving truck on the coffee table, stretching your arms over your head with a loud groan. “God, I am never moving again.” You say with a laugh, looking over the collection of boxes littering Richie’s living room. Your living room.

Richie snorts as he rips a box open, replying teasingly, “Good thing I plan on keeping you.” He leans in for a kiss and you giggle, pressing your lips against his for a moment before you turn away to open another box.

His words cause a strange pit in your stomach and you try to shake it off, your words stilted as you answer, “Yeah, I really do appreciate you for letting me move in. It was weird living alone after so long.”

Richie smirks, “I can think of a couple of ways you can show me that appreciation, baby.” He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you and you stiffen for a moment, unwrapping a mug with unnecessary force.

“Oh I bet you can, perv!” You force out a laugh as you joke back, burying yourself into unpacking things as you try to forget his words.

As you slide the final book next to a collection of children’s books you let out a long sigh, a warm feeling washing over you as you take in the sight of your things mixed with Richie’s and Eva’s. You drop down onto the couch with a groan and rest your head against the back, eyes slipping closed as tiredness sinks into your bones. You’re too tired to react when Richie crowds you against the armrest, draping an arm over your shoulders, “So. How’s it feel to be officially living here?”

You shift uncomfortably as his hand slides down your side, fingers digging into the swell of your breast for a moment. “P-pretty great, I’m really happy to be here with you.” You say, voice artificially bright as you convince yourself to accept his touch.

Your breath hitches as his hand disappears beneath your shirt and teases his fingers along the waist of your jeans. Richie leans down, pressing kisses along your neck as he murmurs, “I think we should go christen the house, what do you think?”

Your breathing is ragged as you carefully pull his hand out of your shirt, “I-I think we should just get some sleep, it was a long day.” You move to stand and Richie catches the back of your shirt, easily pulling you back down.

In a swift movement, he has you pinned underneath him, hand pressing over your mouth to cut off your protests as he growls, “Not gonna get away from me this time, babe.” His other hand drops down to unbuckle his belt as he leans in until his nose brushes against yours, “I think it’s time we make this official.”

~~~

“Eva, honey, it’s time to get ready for bed!” You call out, hurriedly wiping the counters down. You hear her protest and you sigh, hands shaking as you mentally calculate how much needs to get done before Richie comes home before stepping into the living room.

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you crouch down next to Eva, “Sweetie, it’s time to brush your teeth and get changed into pajamas.” She whines, giving you an exaggerated pout as she continues scribbling over the coloring page.

“I’m not tired! And I want Daddy to tuck me in!” Her voice pierces your ears and you wince as a throbbing ache builds behind your eyes.

“I know you do but Daddy had to work late.” You sigh and place your hands over Eva’s, forcing her to stop. “Eva it’s time for bed. If you go brush your teeth and change into pajamas right now, I’ll let you watch a movie in bed.”

Eva’s bottom lip wobbles as tears fill her eyes and she rips her hands from under yours, roughly pushing you, “No! You’re not my mommy! I want my daddy!” Your breath gets knocked out of you as you land hard on your ass and you press your lips into a thin line, chest heaving as you try to stay calm.

“Eva, go brush your teeth. Now.” Your voice is surprisingly calm as you rise to your feet. Eva pouts and crosses her arms, turning her back to you. You take a shaky breath and tears burn the back of your eyes as she ignores you. “Alright, bedtime then.” You stoop down and easily lift her into your arms, dodging her flailing limbs as you walk to her room.

You set her on the bed and press a kiss to her forehead, tucking her in the best you could with her squirming with a quiet, “I love you, Eva.” You make sure her night light is on and flick the overhead light off, shutting the door behind you. Then the crying starts. A heartbreaking, ear-piercing wail that makes your eyes overflow with tears and you slide to the floor, burying your face in your hands. Your head is pounding by the time her cries taper off into sniffles.

She’s finally asleep when you hear the front door open and you quickly stand up, wiping away stray tears left on your face as you move to greet Richie. He smiles at you and bends down to peck your lips, “how were my girls today?”

He looks around the room, frowning as he spots the half-done chores. Your heart skips a beat as you try to explain, “E-Eva wouldn’t stop clinging to me this morning and had a tantrum when I put her to bed, so I-I didn’t manage to get as much done as I wanted to.”

“That’s no excuse.”

You gape at his words, opening your mouth to defend yourself when his hand shoots out and grabs your hair, forcing your head back, “You’re a mother now, baby, you can’t neglect your duties just because Eva’s being a handful.”

You whimper in pain, reaching up to pry his fingers out of your hair, “Richie please, I’m trying, I just need a little-little help. You know how much I love Eva but she knows I’m not her mom and doesn’t want to listen to me sometimes.”

He scoffs and throws your head away, your head swimming as you stumble, falling to the floor when you try to regain your balance. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You’re just gonna let a 5-year-old dictate your life?” He asks with a mocking tone as he undoes his belt, slowly drawing it out of the loops on his jeans. Your heart jumps into your throat as he folds the belt in half, tapping it against his palm. “You know what I have to do now, right?”

“Richie, don’t, please.” Your voice cracks as you plead with him and he lets out a cold laugh, crouching in front of you to squeeze your face.

“I’m doing this for your own good, baby. I’m just trying to teach you, but you’re so fucking stubborn that this is the only way.” His voice sounds almost sympathetic as he shoves your face away, rising back to his full height.

The first strike hits your side and the air is knocked out of you, making you wheeze as you try to catch your breath. The next strike makes you cry out and clamp a hand over your mouth, not wanting Eva to wake up. You use your free hand to help you struggle to your knees, reaching out for the dining table to pull yourself up. Your hand slips as Richie tuts, kicking you away from the table. He laughs with disbelief, “How are you going to learn if you run away when I’m trying to teach you? Hm?” He punctuated his words with strikes of his belt, letting it fall from his hand when you grow still beneath him.

Richie crouches next to you, gripping your hair to make you look at him, “Now, I expect you to finish the chores before coming to bed. Understand?” You give him a shaky nod and he smiles, leaning to kiss you, “There we go, I only do this because I love you so much, you know that right? I just want to bring out the best in you.” You force a smile as a tear slips down your face and he releases your hair, leaving you on the floor as he leaves the room.

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It takes three months and having Natalie announce her pregnancy to finally realize you haven’t had a period in months. You’re tearful as you pull Natalie into the office for privacy, finally managing the words, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Natalie squeals gleefully and pulls you into a tight hug, “Oh baby bear! Our kids will get to grow up and go to school together!” You hug her back, pressing your face into her shoulder as you try to draw comfort from your big sister.

“Isn’t- isn’t it a little early? I mean I’m not even 22 yet, what if I-” Your words get stuck in your throat and you tighten your arms around her, “What if I’m not ready to be a mom and I fuck it up?”

Natalie lets out a quiet “oh” as she pulls back and cups your face, giving you a sympathetic look, “You’re amazing with Eva! It won’t be any different with your own little one, and you’ll have Richie to help you!” You force a smile and nod at her, pulling her into another hug.

You’re skittish when Richie gets home from working on The Bear, flinching at the slightest movement as you set the table for dinner. You busy yourself with making sure Eva eats, barely touching your food as anxiety ties your stomach into knots. Eva gives you a food-filled smile and you giggle softly, gently pushing her hair back from her face.

You glance over at Richie, forcing a casual tone as you say, “How would you feel about cleaning out that spare room?”

He snorts, eyeing you suspiciously, “You gotta give me some context here, babe, what do you want with it?”

Your eyes return to Eva as you keep your casual tone, “Oh, you know… The baby will need their own space at some point, don’t you think?” His fork clatters against his plate at the same time as Eva lets out a screech.

“You’re having a baby?” She asks excitedly, wiggling away from the table to press her hands against your stomach.

You let out a laugh, catching Richie’s gaze as you nod, covering Eva’s hands, “Yeah, you’re going to have a little brother or sister soon.” Eva makes a disgusted noise at the thought of getting a brother but continues to stare at your stomach in amazement, pressing her hands harder against you as if that would let her touch the baby.

Richie pushes away from the table with a loud screech of chair legs against the floor, moving to crouch next to your chair. He presses his hand on top of yours, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he looks up at you. You give him a smile, leaning down to press your lips against his in a slow kiss, giggling against his lips as Eva lets out a loud, “Ew!”

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #richie the bear #richie jerimovich the bear #the bear #writing #abuse #abuse tw #rape #rape tw #the bear hulu #the bear fx #dark fic #dead dove do not eat

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vintageaustin · 1 year

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i've got my eye on you

pairing: austin x reader

summeray; uh reader is getting hate and becomes suicidal austin heps them trough it uh yea

trigger wanrnings: mentions of hate, suicide depresion swearing

authors note; i wrote this from a very persoal pov so if you have any hate keep it to yourself and dont read it please

It wasn’t easy for Austin to see his girlfriend being hated on, no matter what you did it was never good enough for his fans. i mean you were a singer and he was an actor.. the two of you'd been dating for quite sometime now and the hate kept coming but…

In full honesty it shouldn’t matter right? He thought to himself. But that was easier said then done, he loved you and you loved him and that’s all that should matter.

But lately he started to notice his girlfriend giving away things she liked, not even liked, love it could differ from it being your favorite lipstick. To your favorite dress, it was mostly to your friends but…

That didn’t mean he didn’t have his mind on it. If he was honest with himself he saw you losing that twinkle in your eyes. As if you were losing your love for life and he just.. he couldn’t let his baby, his precious girl slip through his fingers like that.

He couldn't have it all gone, after his day off filming he decided to pick up a bouquet of your favorite flowers, sure it was a small gesture but it’s gotta count for something…right? he questioned himself. when he finally got back to you’re shared apartment, he found you sobbing on the couch,

his heart broke at the sound of your sobbing. There you were the love of his life his Everything. Was sitting on the couch wearing her favorite hoodie. And was crying her eyes out, reading all the hate his own God fans posted on internet.

He told her every time again not to look at it. That they weren’t true but she couldn’t help it they haunted her down if they needed to, on to tell her stuff like “you are so fucking ugly” or “Austin deserves so much better”, “I don’t know what he sees in her she’s so talentless”.

To be honest the list went on and on about how much they hated his girl. But what people don’t understand is that words and actions hurt and my god was his girl going. Trough it he gently made his way over to the couch and. Got on his knees in front of you “baby..” he said gently as ever. In a thick southern accent he had due to getting the honors to play the king of rock n roll. In the upcoming biopic Elvis,

“Hey c’mon honey look at me.. show me that pretty face please.” He said gently trying to keep his voice from cracking as his heart was breaking. You looked up at him as you managed to say trough your tears “I-I c-can’t do it anymore aus.. they hate me you ha-“ you cried as he cut you off before you could even finish that sentence.

“Don’t even dare say that I hate you baby. You know I love you… please don’t cry they don’t know what their talking about their dumb, and please don’t say that baby, you’re so strong I know you are darling we can get trough it” he said as he gently grabbed you’re face and placed his lips on yours. Finally letting his tears run over his cheeks,

He looked at her as she let out a soft sigh. It took him a while to speak up again, “ please princess please promise me you won’t … you won’t hurt yourself!” He asked and you looked at him for a moment. “I-….I promise”. You sobbed as he pulled you in a hug and climbed on the couch with you so he could cuddle you. he hate how he saw you lose joy in life, you started to lose joy in making music, you started to lose your passion for singing, the list went on and on.

and austin had only one mission really, that was to make you fall back in love with life

heyyy guys i uh was hopefull to say i'm back fully but i dont think i am since i just posted this while crying, but one day i'll be back you just wait and see

thank you for everyone liking/reblogging my posts it means A LOT as always i love you my munchkins

forever yours j x

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v5b5 · 3 months

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can i request a Jannik Sinner fic where the reader asks him to teach her tennis and he’s just super patient and sweet. thank youu

Heyyy, I'm back. Uni is killing me, but I'm here, just because of you guys. But yeah...

I did a survey a while ago just so I could write about this request and basketball winner for a lot. ~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•~°•°•~•°•~

Summary: During your vacations you try your best to spend the most time you have with your boyfriend, even tho of it means to learn how to play a new sport.

Warnings: a little tension/fluff/wag!reader.

A/N: English is NOT my first language, so if you find any mistakes (of any kind) please let me know. Thank you <3.

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You were simply exhausted lately, but you always tried to be there for your boyfriend. The off season was definitely a relief for you, because you got to see your boyfriend a little more relaxed then usual and always trying to stick with you. You were now in Alicante, where Jannik was practicing with Carlitos #2 of the world just yesterday. His relationship with Carlitos was a little weirdly too loving, but you didn't care much.

The summer sun beat down on the tennis court, casting a warm glow over the pristine surface. You watched from the sidelines as Jannik Sinner gracefully moved across the court, his powerful strokes echoing through the air. As his practice session came to an end, he flashed you a bright smile before making his way over to where you were sitting.

"Hey, how was that?" he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Amazing, as always," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from him.

He chuckled, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. "You're too kind. But hey, since you're here, why don't you give it a try? I could teach you a few things."

You hesitated for a moment, glancing nervously at the racket he offered. You had never been particularly of a tennis girly, and the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of Jannik was enough to make your palms sweat. But then you remembered why you were here – to spend time with him, to share in his passions – and you knew you couldn't say no.

"Okay, sure," you said, mustering up your courage. "But I have to warn you, I'm not very good, my thing is drilling a basketball."

Jannik just grinned, pulling you to your feet and leading you out onto the court. He positioned you carefully, showing you how to hold the racket and how to stand. His touch was gentle yet firm, his instructions clear and concise. And as you tentatively took your first swing, you couldn't help but marvel at the way he made it all seem so effortless.

For the next hour, you practiced tirelessly under Jannik's watchful eye. He praised you when you did well, corrected you when you made mistakes, and encouraged you every step of the way. And slowly but surely, you began to improve. Your shots became more accurate, your movements more fluid, and with each passing minute, you felt yourself growing more confident.

But more than that, you felt yourself falling more deeply in love with Jannik than ever before. There was something incredibly intimate about sharing this part of his life with him, about learning and growing together as a couple. And as the sun began to dip below the horizon and the sky turned a fiery shade of orange, you knew that this was a moment you would treasure forever.

As you packed up your things and made your way back to the hotel hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this precious time you had spent with Jannik. And as you drifted off to sleep that night, the sound of his laughter echoing in your ears, you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey together – both on and off the court.

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And... That's all. It's short but a little longer than usual. I actually don't have much time for this but I Indeed try. I hope you liked it. Please leave so much love, so I can be motivated to keep writing. 🤍👋

#jannik sinner #tennis #tennisblr #im going insane #im going to kms #its 2 am #lovers #fluff #carota boys #cute carota man

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pweewee · 1 year

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i see that requests are open so in that case... can i get some genji fluff? i have nothing specific to ask for, im just in dire need of genji lmao

YESYESYES OFCCC <333

genji fluff!!

Gender neutral reader

warnings: none <3!

NOT PROOFREAD ‼️

Genji fluff headcanons

- Genji tends too hold a movie night for the both of you, with your favorite snacks and drinks.

- he always tries to make a pillow fort but, he instead ends up getting stuck in the blankets. He has to wait for you to help him.

- he ALWAYS puts on disney movies. Its a must <3

- you guys have watched The little mermaid 6 times now…

- if he catches you sleeping during the movie, he’ll do the classic feather and shaving cream prank.

- he’ll feel bad after so he cuddles with you <3

It was 1 in the morning and you were getting ready to go to sleep, when you got an unexpected call “who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour...?”, you groaned. You wearily picked up the phone and a familiar name popped up ‘green cyborg ninja dude’ you immediately perked up and answered it.

“hellooo.”

‘Hey.’

“Is everything ok?”

‘Yeah I’m ok’

he pauses.

‘Except this one tiny thing.’

“And that is?”

‘I may or may not have been trying to build a pillow fort for movie night but have gotten stuck in the blankets.’

“Again?”

‘Yeah..’

“It’s ok I’ll come over and get you out.

‘Thanks, I love you.’

“love you too idiot.”

You hung up the phone and got ready “Why is he setting up a movie night right now?”, you wonder. As soon as you arrived, you opened the door and saw Genji rolled up in a purple blanket next to an unfinished pillow fort, “Finally you’re here!” he let out a sigh of relief.

You chuckle to yourself and roll him to the other side, “Heyyy what are you doing?” Genji mumbles. “Making sure you stay in that blanket forever, I’m gonna watch The little mermaid all by myself” you teased. “Noo please!” he pouts, “fine, but only this one time”. You roll him out of the violet blanket, and he hugs you. “Thank you i thought you were gonna leave me in there all night” he fake cries, you feel a smile forming on your face “you know I never would do that Genji”.

“Yeah you love me too much”, he grins, you roll your eyes, “Now can you help me finish building the pillow fort, I wanna watch tangled with you.” you agree instantly. After a long 15 minutes of struggling and confusion, the fort was completely set up, it had both of your favorite snacks, drinks, pizza and some stuffed toys, “Finally we can relax” he crawls into the fort and sits down, you follow along and sit next to him, laying your head in his shoulder. He eagerly opens up the movie and moves closer to you with your hand in his.

As the movie went on you slowly drifted into sleep and of course, genji noticed, he decided this was the best time to take revenge on you for teasing him. He carefully placed you onto the stuffed toys and began to initiate his “brilliant” plan, he came back with a feather and shaving cream from his room. Genji sprayed shaving cream onto your hand and tickled your cheek with the feather. “what is that”, you mumble, half asleep, but you continued to disregard it anyway. He tickled your face even more until you couldn’t ignore it anymore and scratched your face, only to be met with a weird foamy texture. “What the hell genji!”, you yelped with the shaving cream now covering half your face. Genji bursted out laughing when he saw the look on your face while you glared at him, “You have to admit it was funny!”, he smiled, handing you a towel. you snatch the towel away from him and wipe your face. “You’re a coward and history will forget you.”, you huffed. “I’m sorryy!” he said, kissing your forehead, “I’ll give you cuddles to make up for it.” Genji said, making him self comfortable in the blankets. “I would like that…” you said, in a tired tone. he kisses you again and wraps his arm around you, pulling you under the covers, falling asleep with you as the movie kept playing.

AAA THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A REQUEST. hope i did well <3 and i certainly hope this meets your standards!! Ty for requesting.

(so sorry if theres any punctuational errors or grammatical errors <\3)

#genji x reader #genji x reader fluff #overwatch headcanons #overwatch x reader #requests are open #<3333

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theysaywhatasadsight · 11 months

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Requested by @nobunagas-chatelaine <3

-so how u guys become friends is kind of a funny story, it's a rainy day and you, having recently joined as Aditya's new assistant, really want some chai pakode

-you're complaining to a friend on the call how much you miss your hometown and the food you got there. He overhears this and you hear him ordering the car around and asks you to get in. Initially you think it's a meeting he needs u to take notes in but he really is an awk lil boy who wanted you to have what you wanted so he asks the driver to take him to the best tea stall in the area

-the tea's not as good as the company as you sit and talk with the driver and the chaiwalla while the rain pours heavily around the little stall. He lets the conversation wash over him and for the first time the ever present storm in his mind is quiet and he discovers maybe he is a chai person

-the next time is when you are the only two left in the office prepping for a pitch and as he looks up from his laptop you're there, stinky from stress sweat and hair frizzy from stress, and he thinks he's seen god

-you want to leave his company because you're kinda sorta tired of being an assistant, and your good marketing skills are what a friend with a startup wants. You think your newfound friendship with him would fizzle out, but when he sees you have a passion for the startup he helps contribute ideas and puts you in contact w his mom to be an investor (also he's thrilled that you're no longer working together so he doesn't feel like ur forced to b in his presence you CHOOSE to be that means so much to a boy who's used to everything being there for him only because of his privilege)

-you keep going on chai dates on which initially he's a bit grumpy but later as he sees how fun and talkative you are he lightens up a bit too

-One night his car breaks down and you wander the city all night going from auto to auto, and you're like. Help. I love men when he takes off his coat and rolls up his forearm to help a auto driver get his vehicle going

-he used to have a thing for bikes in college but stopped riding because his dad didn't like it. You mention how in college you took your brothers bike and would go out with friends in the rain and the same night he's purchasing one

-and ur sitting behind him like. Oh. Oh no. I love boys and sitting behind them and talking like he's literally shuts his mouth and listens to your bakwaas and how the market is terrible and how capitalism is evil and ur gonna live in the jungle and he is just hm :) yes will u build a cabin or live saadhu style he's cute ok

-u slowly bring out his smiling old self again and u even accompany him to his ex's wedding, where he looks at her and realises he's lost feelings for her because he's found someone he actually clicks with. U joke that ur only there for paneer tikka and he's like. I will buy u paneer tikka forever

-and you can't help it you just fall for this sweet man who's so angry at the world and himself and you feel happy when you help him calm down and realise hey life isn't so bad. And he's so cute to look at and sometimes hold hands with (while crossing roads)

-So you do what you did last in college and buy a notebook and write about your days with him. And how much he smiles when you say a bad joke or how he likes his tea or how he frowns at you when you smoke occasionally and how he likes his alcohol, you write how he takes care of you and if he let you, you'd love him back too

-so one night you go clubbing with him (he hates the crowd but he loves to dance with you) and when no one recognises him and youre leading him through the crowd and shaking your hair he's like. Ok we can deal with this much

-when he sees you get a bit drunk he immediately abandons the one drink he was nursing and gets you both a cab, and he's gently leading you to your bed (this is the first time he's at your apartment and heyyy this is so you and cute and he has a few decor opinions that hes gonna tell you but why should he he's not gonna live here.... And now he's imagining living here)

-he deposits you on ur bed while he goes to the kitchen to get you water, and sees your diary on the dining table. And he swears he didn't mean to pry but diary flips open when he switches on the fan and he can see his name

And so much more. Words to admiration and love and all the little details about him that leave him speechless. That someone wanted him so intensely and beautifully, despite his flaws, made him nearly collapse

-and now he can't look you in the eye. Except he's going to because you're his best friend even if now he knows you both love each other too much

-so when he needs a date for a gala in the US, he convinces you to go and takes care of your outfit and hey oh no ppl think we are a couple and we only have one room

-and when ur slow dancing at the end he smiles a bit widely and makes a snide joke about your writing and you're aghast until he looks at you and winks you nearly die from the emotional overload

-you still go to have chai pakode but this time to invite the guy to ur wedding and he's like. well I'm gonna charge more to have a stall there heheheheh

#aditya kashyap

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localknyfann · 5 months

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This story is about Y/N X muichiro:3

This is one if my first posts so I hope u enjoy! ❥

Don't mind the bad Grammer♡

︴︴Pov on:Y/N ︴︴

I'm not really the type to simp over guys.

But I mean there are some good looking guys like tanjiro his smile and personality is so hot but I don't fuck with kanao's man!

Zenitsu looks pretty good too but he's not really my type but we don't talk about that.

But lately,well a few days ago I saw this guy. He has long black hair with teal tips and grey eyes. He barely talks to anyone and always has a emotionless face on, but I mean he's really hot... U would know if u saw him!

I really wanna talk to him but I see other girls try and they just get ignored and plus, like I have any courage to! I'm not gonna go out of my way to embarrass myself!!

I do have a idea on how to approach him tho and make him fall in love with me<3

First I'm gonna get his number which I'm gonna beg kanao to ask tanjiro since muichiro and tanjiro are close friends.

Second, I'm gonna text him and make him fall for my amazing personality without telling him who I am! (Of course)

Then I finally meet him and we live happily ever after>:)

I quickly finish up my makeup and hair and I go outside to walk to school. Since school is just a few blocks away!

I arrive at school and Ms. Kanroji greets me (she's literally so kind I lover her!)

I literally run to kanao whose in the back of the class and I beg her for like it seems to be FOREVER so she would ask tanjiro for muichiros number and finally she gave in! She said she would get it during lunch tho which I dont mind at all! I mean hey. At least she's giving me it:)

❦time skip to lunch❦

It was FINALLY LUNCH TIME!

And kanao got his number!! I was planning to text him something like "heyyy" or "Hey wsp cutie♡"

Maybe not the second one. But whatev

I quickly out my number in my phone. I'll wait when I get home to text him! I was literally thanking kanao for like: the rest of the day but I was just sooo happy!

დtime skip to after school!დ

School was FINALLY OVER and I was super excited to start my plan! I texted him "heyyy:)" and I waited for him to respond:3 soon I got a notification and my jaw dropped.. I realized I wrote "heyyy;)" and not "heyyy:)" and that's how I knew I messed everything up! And he was being flirty back! I didn't know he was the kind to be flirty and stuff!

Kanao barges in my room and she screams that muichiro takes the same rout to school as I do!! My life: done for. I literally wanted to fall in a hole and just die there. PERIOD! I will just try my best to avoid him!

I kept getting notifications and me and muichiro we're getting along really well! Oh and we made a deal that if he figured out who I was in a week he'd get a favor from me and if he doesn't then I get a favor.

☙time skip AGAIN: and few weeks later! ☙

ᎷႮᏆ 💞

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻😏

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵😭

𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯-

𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝗽?

𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘂 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗪𝗛 𝗡𝗢!!!

Lately he's been BEGGING TO MEET ME and honestly I do

nt want to right now cuz idk if he loves me yet! .. Which I'm pretty sure he does bc my personality is the best if the best ofc💞 but seriously I'm not meeting him yet.

Right now I'm at school and ms kanroji is doing a class project and she's picking partners I'M LITERALLY PRAYING SHE DOESN'T PICK ME AND MUICHIRO.

Kanroji picked kanao and nezuko, zenitsu and tanjiro and inosuke and Aoi then she said it SHE PUT ME WITH MUICHIRO FUCKING TOKITO

I was so embarrassed when he sat down by me..

"What should are project be about? " muichiro said. Idk. "maybe we can just do a project about areselves. He said. Sure u go first...

It was long day being with him. I was literally so lucky he didn't text me bc my phone isn't on mute! But when I actually I got talk to him it was actually nice. He was better then I thought be was! But tbh! I'm surprised he didn't notice it was me because we usually call sometimes.

It was the next day and when I walked out the door I saw freaking muichiro waiting outside my door.. He was waiting for me?!

Muichiro what are u doing here??

"Well I saw we went the same rout to school so I was wondering if we could walk together."

I literally just said yea sure bc I didn't know what to say and I couldn't say no! I mean how could u resist someone as cute as him?!! Yea but still lately he's been giving me a look. I think he's getting a suspect that it's me😭😭

This is just part one! I'm planning to make more in the future but we will see.it depends if u guys like it!

I hope u guys enjoyed this:3 I took me a while to make this and I'm really hoping y'all like it!

Have a good rest of ur day and make sure to eat well,stay safe and drink plenty of water!

#muichiro X fem reader #Demon slayer #Kny #Muichiro tokito

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tyonfs · 4 months

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monthly(ish) 🎀 update!

heyyy! it’s me. i haven’t done one of these in sooo long 😭 i figure i should start with what everyone is waiting on, arsal. truth be told i did not listen to anyone’s advice and im still hopelessly in love with him and it doesn’t help much that we’re both playing this back and forth hard to get game. truly it’s so like. draining to have him constantly on my mind. i think the problem is because when we were kids i liked him a little bit and now that all this dawned down on me it just became even worse because he truly is one of the first guys i’ve really really liked.

i’ve always had a bad track record with situationships and hookups and i never really really liked any guy i’ve ever talked to or been with but with arsal it’s so different. like even when i don’t talk to him something about him just makes me gravitate towards him. sigh it’s so hard being a girl 💔

speaking of guys randomly cameron called me one night after like 3 months of no contact and said he wanted me again and i told him i didn’t miss him and he called me a slut and said that’s why im incapable of love which is crazy because he is the first guy i admitted that fear to so good to know! he was drunk but it still made me feel a certain way.

back to less important things, currently im laying in bed in my hometown and it feels so surreal because it’s my last winter here and it’s just, hitting me. like ill actually have to leave this place i call home and it just sucks.

ENOUGH SAPPY THINGS! let’s go into more drama. basically i have a trio ish kinda thing with my main circle of friends, one is my best friend for ever i love that girl and the other is one of my guy friends and we absolutely hate him. he is such a man and it’s so disgusting how he talks about his ex. and he likes to act like he has a crush on both me and my friend it’s so weird.

kpop.. oh kpop. i’ve completely fell out of kpop once like school started again. i haven’t listen to any music or read a single fic since i fell out. i think it might be for good this time. but that does NOT mean ill ever stop sending in my updates, we are pen pals forever until somehow someone deletes my tumblr account and your account disappears.

god what else can i talk about. i turned 20 this year. so surreal truly. i blew out my candles and i think i stared at the cake in silence. i don’t even know whats happening to me at this point. i genuinely feel like im going through a (not mid) mid life crisis.

ANYWAYS. i know this isn’t like majority of my updates, everything is all over the place. and the vibes r off :( how are you doing alice? you mentioned you’re moving that’s exciting! is the place nice?? give me some updates girl i miss you!!

yours truly - 🎀

PLEASEEE 😭😭 i support you but also don't let him play you queen 😞🙏 i totally get the old flame reigniting type of crush tho it's so easy to fall back on the familiarity too :') i think also having a lot of good memories with someone makes it easier to keep thinking about those and looking forward to more 🤧

CAMERON??: 🙅‍♀️ NOOO also what the fuck?? what a dick :/ that is such a terrible thing to say intoxicated or not i absolutely HATEE when men just throw around derogatory words and put women down 😭 and i hope you told him off bestie, and if you didn't then i support going off on him whenever you want (or just ghosting for your mental health!!!) 🙏

it's always hard to leave home 🥹🥹 it feels so bittersweet cause you're excited about being on your own and living independently but it also feels like you're leaving behind the safety net :(( also GOD time to turn that trio into a duo cause why does he put down his ex and treat you guys like that?? :(

yes i love hearing from you so i'm glad we established the little pen pal communication 🥹🥹 but no i totally understand, i fall out a little too when life gets too busy :') but it's nice that kpop is something you can always come back to whenever you want (even if it feels like you're missing a lot of context since the industry is growing fast HAHAH)

the almost quarter life crisis is so real 🤧 i experience birthday sadness like every year even if i'm having a really good time <//3 it's just the fear of growing up and life changing as you take on more responsibilities, but you're not alone!! i hope that offers some comfort but we're all in the same boat struggling to feel like adults 💝💝

but yes the move is all done and the place is really nice !!! i've been meeting a lot of my neighbors and they're all very sweet and friendly, so it feels like a very supportive community 🥹 i've currently been deep in a reading phase so i've just been stalking goodreads like whenever i have free time 😭 i've also been talking to someone !! since like ?? november i think but omg my flight instincts are kicking in so bad i've been fighting the urge to ghost since december bc i'm so nervous ab this stuff 🏃‍♂️ like i'm just a girl omg....... but other than that i've been meeting up with friends and having a good time 🥰 OH and i Might go to coachella but we'll see because tickets are kinda..... ☹️ my wallet's gonna die and i wanna see svt this year sooo

currently my little project is this seungkwan harry potter fic that i started in december 🤧 but my goddd it's at 20k words and i'm barely a third of the way through <//3 but it's been fun to write!! so i hope i don't run out of fuel when i'm done HAHAH but i hope you've been doing well love !! 🫶🫶

#asks #🎀 anon

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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heyyy! hope your day is going or went well. could i request prompts 14 & 19 with tasm!peter parker??? thanks!

hi ! thanks for your request :) i hope this was okay !! enjoy 🤍

title: loss.

warnings: descriptions of weapons, blood, angst.

prompts:

14. “you can’t die. please don’t die.”

19. “i’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay”

peter has had a lot of losses in his life. from his parents to his uncle, then gwen. it seemed as if the universe cursed him. after becoming spider-man, he’s only faced loss. despite all of his loss, he tried to do his best at being positive. he continued his duties as spider-man and maintained his relationship with you. the two of you made countless memories together, he loved spending his free time at your apartment. soon he had a drawer of his clothes and belongings. it was only a matter of time before you asked him to move in with you. being with you felt so right for peter. you were something so special to him. you meant everything to him. you were great at taking all of his worries away.

“you should’ve told me you were walking home” he hummed. “it’s dangerous” you only smiled, coming to the bed where he sat. you opened the butterfly bandage and gently laid it on his temple. “i’m fine, however you on the other hand” you chuckled softly, he followed. “you gotta be more careful out there, i can’t lose my love” you smiled, kissing his nose. peter grinned, reaching for your hand running his thumb over you knuckles. “i love you” he murmured, you smiled. “i love you too, parker. always and forever”

“always and forever” repeated peter.

you had always told him you’d never leave him, he doubted you at first but then he began to believe you. you were in his corner all the time, both of you always having to be near each other.

it wasn’t until one day you had come home from work a bit later than usual. peter didn’t worry too much, he was on patrol and knew he would see you and probably walk you the rest of the way home.

as you approached your apartment complex you were stopped by a few guys. the began circling you, calling you names, and tried touching you. one managed to grab your arm and he started letting your hair. that’s when your boyfriend dropped into your rescue.

“well, well. if it isn’t spiderman” the guy in black taunted. he held you tightly with the knife resting on your neck. “i think you should mind your business and let us continue.” your boyfriend shook his head, “i cant do that. let her go” the guy behind you chuckled, he pushed you to the guy in red. the two started fighting.

your breathing was shallow, anxiety-filled your stomach watching your superhero boyfriend fight off the criminal. you were careful not to move or do anything to get you hurt. you just wanted to go home.

after peter handled the man, throwing him some feet across the alleyway, and turned to the guy in red. he panicked,

pulling out a switchblade from his pocket and he thought that stabbing you would be an easy way out for him. and it was.

you gasped, feeling the blade enter then exit your abdomen. falling to your knees, blood-soaked your shirt.

peter came to your side, blood-stained your hands and it was getting harder for you to breathe. “hey, hey..” peter held your body, bringing you to his lap. “pete? are you okay?” your eyes met with his, you saw the tears welling in his eyes. “i’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay” he assured you, you took his word for it. you smiled, bringing your hand to his face not minding the blood. “i love you.” peter shook his head, tears finally falling. “don’t do that.” he held your face, he couldn’t lose you too. “peter…” you sighed, closing your eyes. your boyfriend gently shook you, “no. you can’t die. please don’t die.” your eyes opened, you smiled weakly and wiped one of his stray tears. “i love you, pete.” he nodded, planting a kiss on your forehead. “always and foever.” you finished.

you closed your eyes again, taking in a breath then, you were gone. your hand fell from peters cheek, he studied your face. “y/n?” he whispered, trying to shake you again. “no..no..” he began sobbing. “please..don’t leave me.” he hugged your lifeless body, sobbing.

#peter parker #peter parker x you #marvel mcu #peter parker x reader #spider man: no way home #andrew garfield #tasm 2 #andrew garfield fluff #tasm x reader #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!peter parker #andrew garfield angst #andrew garfield x reader

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aziraphales-library · 3 years

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Heyyy!! Do you guys know any pre-show fandom classics? Or just good fics written before the show?

Hello! Please check out our book omens tag for lots of recommended pre-show fics. Here are some popular fics written before the show...

get religion quick (cause you’re looking divine) by brinnanza (G)

So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.

It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

Anthophilia by FortinbrasFTW (M)

Anthony J. Crowley's life seems like it's finally falling into place: his floral shop has begun to gain an undercurrent of appreciation in the design elite of London, and he might have even finally found a boyfriend who looks just right lounging on his Tenreiro sofa. Things seem almost perfect, until one day the empty shop across the street is leased to frumpy fellow Oxford alumni, who doesn't seem to remember Crowley nearly as well as he remembers him, which really shouldn't bother him as much as it does - it was ten years ago after all, and it wasn't even that good of a kiss.

Strange Flesh and All That by FortinbrasFTW (E)

Crowley laughs. He can’t help it. And the wine is very good. “What’s funny?” Aziraphale asks. “Are you joking?” Crowley tilts his head to look at him over his glasses. “No, nothing at all, this is all perfectly normal. Very dull conversation really.” Aziraphale smiles back. “What’s funnier, dear boy? That I’ve considered it or that you haven’t?”

The Rose Thief and the Priest by ImprobableDreams900 (T)

When horticulturist A. J. Crowley sees a rare breed of rose in a churchyard, he decides he won't stop until he can get a cutting—even if he has to go through the church's stuffy priest to do so.

Ineffable Husbands by ImprobableDreams900 (G)

Aziraphale finds an old marriage certificate in one of his books, and it has two very familiar signatures at the bottom...

A Diamond Sky Above Titanic by SeaBlueEyes (E)

The year is 1912, and one angel and one demon's lives are about to change forever as they embark on the fateful maiden voyage of the R.M.S. Titanic - and a relationship utterly forbidden by both Heaven and Hell.

Rating and warnings for Chapter 13, the rest being far more mild. Some slight amendments to the 2011 FanFiction version, nothing major.

Once again, I apologise to the fandom for reading a comedy and writing a tragedy.

(Written 2011)

Crown of Thorns by irisbleufic (E)

“D’you realize,” [Crowley] said, “that we never tire of things humans get bored with on the regular?”

Aziraphale shrugged, lazily basking. “I’ve always assumed it’s that we don’t tire of each other.”

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #bookverse #book omens #mod d #fandom favourites

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miyagihawk · 3 years

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why’d you only call me when you’re high? pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

here’s part 2 by popular demand! based off the arctic monkeys song and amazing request by @deadbeatharlz <3 thank you guys for the support on part 1 im so happy you liked it :)

warnings: self harming behavior, LOTS of swearing, alcohol and drug abuse, sooo so angstyyyy buckle up

summary: it’s been 3 months since your last night with hawk, and you haven’t been yourself.

word count: 3,062

The past 3 months have been rough. Maybe the worst you’ve ever been. You fell into the deep hole that you dug yourself. The hole of loving Hawk Moskowitz.

You never thought you’d be one of those people who let unrequited love devastate their whole being. In fact you always thought the whole heartbreak thing was pathetic and melodramatic. Until it happened to you.

You hate yourself for letting him have this effect on you. But there’s a pestering voice in the back of your mind that reminds you: it’s all your fault. He didn’t ask you to love him. It’s just easier to blame him for your downfall.

Parties, drugs, alcohol. Sex with people you don’t even know. High on the same drug that compelled him to call you in the night.

You’ve become so desperate to forget him that you ruined yourself. It hurts your pride to be the whiny heartbroken girl who let a stupid boy’s rejection shatter her self worth. But the hole is too deep and there’s no hope trying to grasp onto the dirt walls to get out.

The worst part of it is that he sees it all. At school, (if you even go) he looks at you like the scum of the earth as he passes by with his little karate gang. When you end up at the same party, he’ll have a disgusted expression on his face and leave as if he can’t bare to look at you.

Tonight is one of those nights, and you watch him from across the backyard as he goofs around with his friends. He hasn’t noticed you yet, hence why he’s even still here and not on his way out the door to get away from you.

“If you stare at him any longer, I think he’ll shoot up into flames,” your best friend Robby hands you a cup, and you don’t hesitate before downing its unknown contents. The burn in your throat makes you hum with content.

“That’s the plan,” you take your eyes of off Hawk to look at Robby. You gesture to his own cup in his hand, “Are you gonna drink that?”

“Easy there, Y/N. We got here 5 minutes ago,” he warns, but holds out the drink towards you anyway. Robby’s always been worried about you and your habits, but he knows how you can be when you’re told no.

You swallow down the drink in a few seconds, ignoring his remark. “5 minutes? I can beat my record!” you cheer sarcastically, and start walking to the kitchen in search of a keg. Robby follows closely behind you, a wary look on his face.

The fuzzy feeling starts to take over your body as you throw back drink after drink. It’s the buzz you crave every second of every day because it just makes you feel so good. Everything is happier and your cares feel so far away. Hawk feels so far away.

You sit on the couch next to Robby in your dazed trance, drunkenly rambling to him about random things. He glares at anyone who comes near you and looks like they would take advantage of you in your state.

Robby really hates you like this, but he can’t help but feel protective over you. He’s not even a fan of parties; he really only goes to keep an eye on you. You’re grateful even though you act like you hate it when he babysits you.

“Heyyy pretty Y/N! Want some?” Yasmine approaches where you sit, a joint held between her fingers. Her eyes are drooped and she sways as she stands.

You reach out to take the blunt, but you feel Robby push your arm down. “You’re already drunk. That’s enough,” he says sternly, making you roll your eyes.

“I can do what I want, Dad,” you taunt, and take the joint from Yasmine. Smoke fills up your lungs, immediately giving you pleasure. Robby just shakes his head in disapproval as the air around him becomes hazy.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Stay here,” he orders, getting up from the couch.

You nod, but of course, you don’t listen. The sound of splashing from outside sets off a lightbulb above your head and you feel like you’re floating while you walk to the backyard.

Right as you step out of the house, you make eye contact with none other than Hawk. He gives you a distasteful look like always, before turning back to his group. Asshole.

You just scoff and stumble towards the pool, where a couple is making out and a few people are drunkenly playing with the water like little kids.

Reaching the edge of the pool’s rim, you let yourself fall in with a splash. You feel the pressure in your ears start to build as you sink to the bottom. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re cross faded, but being underwater feels like a world of bliss.

The loud music of the party is muted, creating a sense of serenity. The legs of the other people in the pool make you laugh to yourself, sending bubbles from your mouth to the surface. It’s glittery and pretty and you want to stay forever.

You don’t know how long you’re under there for, but you don’t notice your lungs running out of air. It just feels good to be alone for a second. Next thing you know, you feel your eyes start to droop closed; a strange peace overcoming your body.

A loud thrashing noise in the water makes you wake up with a gasp. You swallow too much water as you feel someone grab hold of your arm. It’s all a blur and you’re being pulled up to the surface, taking you away from the tranquil world you were just in.

The music is pounds against your ears again and the air is cold on your skin. You feel your body being laid down on the concrete of the poolside, but everything feels numb. You just feel sleepy and you want to close your eyes again.

“Y/N, hey, wake up. Wake up,” a voice makes your eyes shoot back open. Someone is looking down at you, with a hand shaking your shoulder. Your vision is somewhat blurry, but the mohawk gives it away. It’s him.

You suddenly become aware of the large amount of water in your lungs and you turn over to your side to cough it up. After you get it all out, you notice the people at the party looking at you with eyes of pity mixed with judgement.

“What the fuck were you doing? You could’ve died, are you fucking stupid?” Hawk curses, but even in your inebriated state you can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You sit up to face him. He looks angry; his clothes and hair are as wet as yours.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen in your brain, or maybe it’s the marijuana and alcohol, but you just feel the urge to laugh. So you do. Like a complete maniac. The way he probably just saved your life like he cares is sickly comedic to you.

His face twists in confusion as you break out into a fit of giggles. “Are you serious? You’re fucking insane, Y/N,” he gets up, shaking his head at you. He gives a glare to the people staring, and they look away in fear.

You think he’s going to leave like usual, but he surprises you by grabbing your arm to pull you up. People whisper amongst themselves as he drags you through the backyard, going through a gate that leads to front of the house. You trip over your own feet, still feeling dizzy from almost drowning, but he just pulls you along.

“What are you doing?” you ask, tugging on your arm to try and release it from the tight grip he has on you. You’re both dripping chlorinated water, leaving a track of drops on the concrete below.

“You’re going home Y/N,” he says sternly. You two arrive at his car and he opens the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Hey!” a voice yells from the house and you both turn to see Robby rushing towards the car. He looks pissed, and now you remember him telling you to stay put. Shit.

“Robby I-”

“Don’t get in there with him Y/N,” he says, sending a death stare to the boy next to you.

“I’m taking her home, Keene, so back the fuck off. Get in Y/N,” Hawk snaps, clenching his fists.

You keep quiet, not wanting to add to the fire already starting. They loathe each other; if not because of the karate rivalry, then because of you. To Robby, Hawk broke your heart and made you spiral. To Hawk, Robby is the piece of shit who he thinks is your boyfriend, and he won’t admit it but he’s jealous.

“You’re not driving her, asshole. You’re probably as drunk as her,” Robby reaches to take your arm, but Hawk pulls you back.

“You don’t know shit about me, Keene. I’ve been sober for three months, so yeah, I will drive her,” Hawk picks you up like you’re a doll, placing you in the passenger seat and closing the door. You don’t resist, you just feel tired and your head starts to pound as if the mix of drugs in your system are punishing you. The window’s down, so you can still hear the two boys loud and clear.

I’ve been sober for three months, his voice echoes in your head.

“Oh so now you care so much about her? It’s your fault she’s like this!” Robby raises his voice even more, starting to move towards Hawk threateningly. You begin to feel scared that a physical fight might actually break out, but you don’t know what to do.

“I’m not the one who almost let her die a few minutes ago, am I? Just fuck off, we’re leaving,” Hawk dismisses him, walking around the car to the driver’s seat. You’re surprised by his self control to not throw a punch, especially with his reputation.

“Robby, it’s okay. I just want to go home. I’ll call you, alright?” you reach your hand out of the window in reassurance and he takes hold of it. Hawk clenches his jaw as he turns on the engine.

“Promise you’ll be careful? I’m sorry I left you,” Robby furrows his eyebrows in worry. When he came out of the bathroom, someone filled him in on what happened to you and he almost had a heart attack.

“Promise. And it’s my fault,” you hook your pinky with his, before the car pulls out of the curb and separates you from your best friend. He watches you guys drive away, an anxious expression etched on his face.

The whole situation has sobered you up pretty well, and now you’re left with a throbbing headache, wet clothes, and awkward tension. You hate it. Being sober. You miss the foggy feeling that prevents you from thinking too hard about things. But now you’re inches away from the boy who broke your heart, all by choice.

You don’t know why you agreed to go with him, but did you even have a choice? You’re confused by his actions. He acts like he hates you but he jumps in a pool for you. He yelled at you but he’s driving you home. It all makes you overthink and it causes your head to ache even more.

You hold your head in your hands to try and ease the pain as Hawk drives quietly.

“You good?” he breaks the silence. His voice is softer compared to how he talked to Robby minutes ago.

“Head hurts,” you mumble.

“What were you doing back there? If I didn’t get you out, you’d probably be in the hospital right now,” he says. You peek at him through your hands and his eyes are on the road.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “It was just peaceful. I didn’t really even think about breathing.”

He scoffs. “Well that’s just fucking stupid. You’re lucky I noticed you were under for so long.”

“Well thanks,” you reply quietly, feeling like a little kid being scolded.

There’s a couple beats of silence before he speaks, “What happened to you?”

The question makes you sit up and look over at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The old Y/N wouldn’t even touch a drink. You’re different,” Hawk taps his finger on the wheel in thought. His icy blue eyes quickly glance at your confused look before returning to the road.

“You happened, Hawk.” You pinch your temples in frustration. Anger starts to bubble up in your stomach at his criticism. At the mention of “old you”.

“I didn’t do this to you,” he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself of his own words.

“You did,” you raise your voice, making him flinch. “You know it.”

“What, because I stopped sleeping with you? I didn’t make you fall in love with me, Y/N. You did that to yourself,” he spits, sending a knife to your heart and making you see red.

“You knew I loved you way before I said it. But you still stringed me along, didn’t you? You knew I would pick up everytime you called. You knew that I would let you into my bed because I was the girl who loved you no matter how fucking shitty you were!” you fire back, vomiting out words that you’ve wanted to say for months. The alcohol in your system makes you bolder than usual, but you’re grateful for it.

He’s at a loss for words at your outburst so you continue, “I didn’t ask for this Hawk. Loving you. I’m sorry that I’m such a burden and that you hate me so much that you can’t stand being in the same room as me. But please just answer me this and I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll leave when we show up at the same party and I’ll even hide in the halls so you don’t have to see my face.”

You pause, choking on your words. You didn’t even realize that the car is already parked in front of your house and your clothes are halfway dry.

“Why don’t you love me?” your voice cracks as you spit out the question that has caused you to throw yourself away. The question with an answer that could dissipate your self worth in a mere moment.

Hawk finally looks into your glassy eyes with shock. He could’ve never anticipated what you asked him and his mouth runs dry.

“I told you, I- I don’t deserve someone like you loving me,” he swallows, but you shake your head.

“That’s not what I asked.”

He blinks slowly, trying to come up with an excuse. Any excuse, to avoid telling you the truth. You can see the inner conflict on his face, the panicked speed of his running thoughts.

“You should go home, Y/N,” he deflects, turning away from you. Putting on his mask to keep you from reading him like a book.

“I’m not going until you tell me,” you demand.

“Just get out of the car, fuck!” Hawk yells, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. It makes you jump a little, but you’re too angry to fear the flames in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just tell me!” you fire back. “You came to me almost every night, so why do I feel something that you don’t? Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“What do you want me to fucking say Y/N! That I do love you? Fucking fine. I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? Just get out.”

I love you.

The same words you said that made him leave.

“You don’t even mean that,” you blink back your tears.

His voice is softer now, more gentle. “If I didn’t mean it then I wouldn’t have said it.”

“You said you needed me and then you left me,” your voice shakes and you hate how pathetic you sound.

“I-I didn’t leave you,” he stammers before taking a deep breath. “I left because you wanted something more than I could give you. I would’ve felt like a selfish asshole if we became more than just sex, Y/N. You deserve someone like Keene and yeah he’s a pussy but he’s good. Better than me.”

It feels like every piece in the puzzle is being put together. Everything makes sense. He does love you, but he was just afraid. He can’t be near you because it hurts too much to see someone he can’t have. Somehow, you can’t find the anger you’ve held against him for these past months; you just understand him now.

“I’m sorry, alright? For everything. For treating your feelings like shit. All of it.”

You swallow, thinking about his words. It all feels too much and the truth is now looking you in the eye, demanding an answer. You love him, but he dropped your heart on the floor for you to pick up every shard. Is one sorry going to magically fix everything?

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you admit, and he nods in understanding.

“You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just... move on. And you get better... I hate seeing you like this,” Hawk scans your red eyes and dilated pupils. “We’ll get to a better place and you and me, we’ll be good.”

It’s bittersweet, but he’s right. Being together now just because he loves you back would be a huge jump that would only end in broken hearts and toxic cycles. It would be foolish. As much as you want him, the only person who can fix you is yourself.

So it’s a meet up at the top of the mountain, when you’ve both made the journey from opposite sides.

“A better place,” you reiterate, before placing a light kiss to his cheek and leaving the car with a new sense of closure.

a/n: that was longer than i planned and a freaking roller coaster!!!!!!! im not sure if there should be a part 3? lmk what you think maybe it’ll just be short. but hehe i added robby into the mix he was so cute. ty for reading!

taglist for people who wanted part 2 :) ty friends for the support <3 @littlered6307 @deadbeatharlz @spiderman-berries @axastasiasstuff @r0-xie @estupidteen @hawkwhore @idkwhatishouldput4

#eli moskowitz #hawk cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk imagine #hawk x reader #cobrakai #hawk moskowitz

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kookieswan · 3 years

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heyyy could you write about yoongi having a crush on you but you dont know and then he gets jealous when he sees you wearing another member's clothes???

Sure thing! I kind went with mutual crush, hope that’s alright! 😊

Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 913

Warnings: None

Looks good on you

“Are you sure we’re not late?” You question Jimin as you walk down the sidewalk downtown, making your way to the little restaurant you and your friends frequent every other weekend. It’s always the same place but always a different time depending on everyone’s schedule.

You spent most of the day with Jimin, going shopping earlier for a new pair of jeans since your tried and true favorites had got a hole in them. Jimin had rolled his eyes at you when you nearly cried about it, insisting he’d help you find a new pair in no time. It has taken more time than you originally thought though, so now you’re both quickly making you way towards the restaurant.

Approaching the door, Jimin pulls it open to let you step in first, closely following you to escape the nip in the air. With fall approaching quickly, the temp has been dropping without much warning. You were really starting to regret not bringing a jacket.

It doesn’t take long before you spot the rest of the guys at a table and start to make you way over, little shivers wracking though you as you walk to them . You’d always gotten cold easily, so the end of the year was always kind of hard on you. You silently cheer as you notice the spot next to Yoongi is free, super excited to be able to talk to him in close quarters.

Min Yoongi, man of your dreams, apple of your eye, the most handsome person you know. You’ve known him forever at this point and every time he was just more and more stunning. It didn’t help that he always seemed curious about you, kind and ready to talk about anything.

Jimin takes notice of your shaking body and pulls off his thin jacket as you make it to the table, silently handing to you with a little grin. You take it appreciatively, not noticing how Yoongis eyes practically bore into him. Jimin greets the rest of the guys as you slide in next to the rapper, a shy little smile on your lips. His lips quirk up in return as he puts all of his attention on you.

You’ve been crushing on Yoongi for a while now, it was hard not to with his charming he really is. Some people assume that he’s last or mean at first glance but he’s really such a sweetheart. You’ve heard whispers that he might also like you to, but it’s honestly a bit hard to tell… Jimin can be an unreliable source after all.

You talk for awhile before ordering your food, mostly about work and projects you have coming up. It’s easy to get lost in what he’s saying when he speaks so passionately about his job. You do notice him glancing down often though, looking at your arms and torso as you eat.

“There something on my shirt?” He shakes his head slowly, eyes still glaring daggers at your cute shirt. You don’t know why, it has a cute little cat on it that’s saying “mew”, he should feel a bond with his kin. He gestures to you slowly before poking at the sleeve of Jimins jacket.

“Isn’t this jacket not enough? You look cold.” Honestly you are still a bit cold, the thin jacket not doing a whole lot to warm you up. You shrug a little, telling him that it was fine. He shakes his head before pulling his own leather one off and offering it to you. Both of you miss Jimin rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the scene. The other guys glance at your curiously now and then, but stay out of it.

You’re a little confused but pull off the thin fabric before pulling on Yoons coat. You sniff it a little in a hopefully non-creepy manner, pleased to find it smells faintly of his cologne. He looks much happier now, satisfied gummy smile on his face. You come to the realization rather quickly that it not the coat he doesn’t like, it’s the fact that it’s Jimins coat.

“Are you jealous of me wearing Jimins jacket?” Yoongi turns his head away and scoffs loudly, almost looking insulted by the notion. You let out a loud chuckle, not really believing he could be jealous over a jacket. Leaning in forward, you snort before poking his chest. It’s time to see if he really is interested.

“You are. You’re jealous of a jacket. Here I thought I’d never see anything crack Min Yoongi but apparently a jacket can do the job.” He turns toward you this time, a thoughtful look on his face before leaning in super close. Taken aback, your eyes widen as he gets so close that your noses are almost touching.

“You know what? I am. I think you should be wearing my jacket all the time baby. Looks good on you.” A flush comes to your face at his words, a bold turn you weren’t really expecting. You pull the jacket in a little closer and smile, picking at the remainder of your food a bit.

“I think I’d like to be wearing any of your clothes…” you trail off, watching as Yoongis pretty lips grow into a bigger smirk. His hand comes out to the table to grasp at yours, thumb running over your hand.

“Well, how about in return for getting my clothes, you let me take you on a date?”

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semischarmed · 3 years

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Chrysalis, Part 3

This was the day. The tremors have only intensified. I feel myself tearing at the arm that I had fully bonded with Kyle. If I don’t act soon that’s all that’s gonna be left of me in him. So I decided it had to be today. I’ve been shivering all over too, probably in fear or anticipation? Probably both.

By no means was Red ready. He had a natural fighting streak so it wasn’t gonna be a smooth process. As prepared as I was, the odds were stacked against me. This body’s connection with me has degraded significantly faster than I had anticipated. Had I gone with anyone else, I’d be permanently one with Kyle by now, but of course it had to start with Red. No use crying over spilled milk. Taking Red would be the struggle of a lifetime. Had it just been me in my old body, I would have given up outright. But I was Kyle now, and Kyle does Not. Give. Up.

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I fight a long, close game in the early afternoon and we barely eke out a win- mostly thanks to me, despite my current condition. I hug my teammates as our sweat and smells coalesce in the blazing sun. We bake uncomfortably long in the heat. They really were great teammates. Kyle basically did a 180 in their eyes, being far more comfortable, far more sociable, far more filthy- yet they accept me regardless. I breath them in, remarking on them and myself for possibly the last time, before making my way back to my dorm.

I stop halfway as I am instantly crippled in a massive tremor that forces me to the ground. I retch. This was too tenuous, too delicate. There would be no time for any detours. I immediately run for Sig Chi.

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Red wakes in a cold sweat in his bed, in the filtered light of the moon, to the image of his naked little bro- to the image of me jacking off to him. Of course he had to also be a light sleeper.

“Heyyy Big Bro” I whisper menacingly, licking my lips. Fuck. Ok, ok, gotta improvise.

“Kyle? Kyle! What the fuck?! How did you get here? And, oh fuck... Jeeezus, is that you? Dude you fucking reek” I could tell he was trying to categorize the smell, but I quickly correct him.

“That’s right I fucking reek, this cute little meat-suit had a game today. This is what my team smells like, this is what a man smells like,” I rush up to the naked Red, who instinctively recoils and pulls his sheets up. I lean in to my speechless big bro, sticking my face close to his, bringing our foreheads together. Despite his overall friendliness, he was a dangerous one. I’ve never met so much resistance in a person. I could show him no weakness.

I grab his head with my hands, pointing it downward to our bare chests, so we can both smell our combined odor. “This is what we’ll smell like”.

Red attempts to defuse the situation. “Ok, ok dude, great prank” he laughs, obviously disturbed. “But I- “ Before he can continue, I smear a bit of precum over his lips. ”I can’t wait to make you mine... big bro” I moan. I cup his sweaty left pec with my hand, giving a slight squeeze. His nipples, rock hard. “Kyle, get the fuck off me! The fuck is this?!” He pushes me off his bed with a force I did not expect. Still, my Big Bro Red- being the nice guy he was- made sure to only push me safely into a pile of old clothes. With the parts of me that were already inside him, I restrict any further movement. He breaks free from my grasp in small blips of resistance.

Red struggles in vain to leave his bed and I focus my hold on his body further. “You know, I was wondering how much cum it would take for your body to start accepting mine...” I trail. “Kyle, what the fuck are you talking about... what is this?!” He again struggles to move against his invisible restraints. I grab his water bottle and lift it up near him, giving it a little shake, motioning to it with my head. “Cmon, there’s no way you haven’t noticed... How’d you like the exclusive taste of me?” He shakes his head, utterly revolted, horrified, while a tent begins to form in his bedsheets. He looks down stating “no, no, that.... that’s not me... Kyle, this is...” I smile, amused, at the situation. Half-truth. For one he was wrong, that body of his was most definitely turned on. But I concede, if anything, that it was probably the result of his constant exposure to my seed moreso than his actual feelings for his little bro in the frat. Though his body had not been fully primed to accept me, I decide to continue layering on the mental damage, to better ease me in for the upcoming fight.

Since Red had so rudely interrupted my little session, I decide to continue where I left off, pumping my meat in front of him as I tear off his bedsheets.

“Oh Red, oh god Red! My roommate... he-he snuck inside me and ah fuck he took me... he stole me... poisoned my insides with himself... twisted me- look at me when I’m fucking talking Red- Look at how I wear his cute smile. Look how his body, his muscles, his feelings bend to my will. I make a great Kyle don’t I? Look how good I am at playing with my dick. Well I am Kyle, so of course I’m a great fucking Kyle.” Before I finish, I slip just my hand inside his- its veins flare up at my intrusion but I maintain the control of our now-shared appendage, bringing it up so we can examine it together. I wink at him before I seductively suck each of our fingers while I push my arm into his further. He watches in shock as he feels every motion. “But, you know Red, you know my roommate? That asshole is pretty greedy, asked me who else he’d look great in... and I told him I thought he’d make a great Red. I told him we’d be great at wearing your skin.” With our joint hand, I continue to pump my hard on, reveling in Red’s confusion and disgust in the process. I grab his dick, bringing it next to mine and letting him pleasure us both at the same time with his rough hand. He sweats as he continues to control his emotion, attempting to remain stoic. On the other hand, I am reduced to moans and whimpers- a sight that probably looks incredibly off coming from Kyle. His lip trembles and he lets out a soft grunt and a massive wave of pleasure hits us both. We begin to feel the sensations from each other’s dick in the process. Our breaths are shallow, and I look into my future eyes.

“I-I’m a special case though. This?” I gesture to my own body with my free hand, as I explode, splashing a little on Red’s lips and lot on myself. Red explodes soon after and he stifles a moan. I now drag our shared hand all over my body, smearing and mixing our cum together over my stolen abs and his. “Kyle is fully mine. Forever. And you’re gonna make sure we stay that way.”

I raise Red’s now-slick, now-possessed hand again for him to examine. Veins rise as it struggles to resist my control, but I double down, giving a mean smirk and balling our shared hand into a fist. “If was just possessing him, we wouldn’t be able to then possess your hand. This? This is proof that he and I are one.” I follow by using that hand to squeeze my dick and Red’s together, until they coalesce into just his. Red is in shock at the events that have just unfolded, and I intend to use that situation to my full advantage. “No hard feelings big bro, you’re cute and all but I’m his forever home”. I lace my knees beneath his and smash my lower half into him. I feel his body clench and cringe until it is forced to accept mine. “Still, thank you for being there for me. When I realized we needed a new chrysalis to complete me... I knew it could only be through my Big Bro Red. I knew I could depend on your hot bod.” Our legs are one.

In one swift motion, I also slam my sticky wet chest into his, causing him to yelp in disgust and horror. I take the dribbling of my cum on his chin and, using our combined hand, I shove my seed into his mouth. I keep our fingers jammed into his mouth, making sure he gets a good taste of some fresh Kyle cum and his own beefy fingers. “Eat that shit up. I want that taste still in my mouth when I’m inside you” I moan. I snake my free arm into his other bicep. It shivers, glistening in the moonlight, covered in perspiration. Vibrating, his arm yields control to its new master- to me. These arms belong to Kyle now. “God we’re so close babe,” I moan. By now, only the upper edge of my chest and head are sticking out of his. I test out the new arms I have in my possession. They’re far larger than Kyle’s so I decide to stop here for a bit and revel in maneuvering my new sweaty biceps. I make Red flex for them me, and in straining movements, he is forced to show me what they can do. I moan, as my free head falls on his shoulder, drained from the process.

“Honestly, I only settled on your ass cause you’re the next Pledgemaster. I knew you’d be perfect for slipping on some of next year’s pledges, perfect for making great fucking puppets out of this frat.” I mumble to his shoulder before looking back up at him. “But now? After getting to know you a little more? I think want something a little more. I want a taste of that ginger dick. I want a taste of that best friend of yours. Jeremy- he’s fucking hot- I bet he’s delicious, but I bet he’d be even fucking hotter and taste even fucking better from his best friend’s mouth. And when I’m inside him, wearing him as my new puppet, I want it to be because you stuffed me in there.” Emotionally, I think I have him defeated. His body more freely yields to me and my becoming Kyle is almost finally complete.

I intend to continue spouting weird shit to spook him but the part of me still outside of Red slips in a wave of cosmic shock, partially removed from Kyle. I shake violently in pain. Shit. Before I can recover, Red picks up on it and begins to fight me with his body all over. He flares to life and I feel his all out attack on me. “Kyle, Kyle, you gotta fight this. Cmon man, fight your roommate!” I feel my grasp over him slipping.

“Fuck off” I growl, losing my composure. “He likes us this way. Wants us as one permanently-forever-together because I am Kyle. You wouldn’t understand. Here, have a taste of your little’s hot mouth.” I lean up and kiss him unexpectedly, digging my tongue into his mouth, merging my lips with his.

He tries to scream, only to be stifled to a “mmphhph”. I glide my tongue over his, wrestling it into submission before jamming it inside of his. I stifle a moan as our tongues become one. I slam my face ever closer to him, until we both breath and speak from the same mouth, until at last we can only see each other’s eyes. I give him a quick wink before finishing my possession and locking myself inside my human chrysalis.

Red’s body continues to light with tremors as the fight inside drags on. I make sure to cum a little more inside him, to layer more of myself and cement him forever mine. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth opens unwarranted as he settles the last of his hold over his body to fight me. Goddamn he is tenacious. After what feels like hours, his body finally yields to me. He shakes viciously as the universe begins its correction. Red collapses onto the ground. In Red’s core I feel the last of Kyle’s essence integrate into my own. I feel the permanence of our connection. Nothing would ever take me out of Kyle again. I was Kyle- past, present and future. Natural order had been restored. Inside Red I felt safe, secure, complete.

I feel Red’s sweet release. He’s at peace, at bliss, since I can finally connect to his deepest parts, rearranging him into my perfect vessel. He would be mine forever. Then, I feel the fight from his mind. He grasps his body again, reiterating, begging for “Kyle” to break free from my control.

“I am here” I stated as Red, but only Kyle’s voice comes out. I break out of my shell. My naked form expels itself from Red, covered our juices, covered in my aura of forever. I close my eyes, breathing in the dank night air in Red’s room. He’s right, I fucking reek, but it felt good to smell it as a permanent Kyle. It felt good to stand with my permanently athletic legs. It felt good to use that word. Permanent.

Of course, I also left a lot of my seed in Red. Rearranged his insides so they’d better fit me. I watch expectantly at the soon-to-be reborn Red. Control over his body lights up in my mind. Red was mine.

I examine him as Kyle, playfully humming in his voice softly while I circle -around him, lightly tracing the outlines of his muscles- of my new acquisition. I will him to give me another gun-show. His body complies. Fuck. Yes. My Big Bro’s hot ginger ass was truly mine to control. “Cmon babe, you have to admit...” I trail as Kyle. “I wear you well”. As Red, my faces dances in ecstatic joy before giving myself a wink.

Red’s body giggles as I assert more control of his frame and do some small seductive dances in front of my main body. “Yeah... all me” I moan as Red- though only Kyle’s voice comes out of him. Something else was still missing. “But I think this needs a little more.” I say out loud. I worship my new self with the two new bodies I control. In the midst of my little play session, I feel Red’s mind stir within me. There it was.

I feel him inside me, digging through my mind to look for his friend, to pull Kyle out of my grasp. I feel him desperately claw his way around and decide to humor him, giving him full access to me. In increasing anguish, he pulls to my corners, digs through the depths of my mind trying to find a separate Kyle to rescue him from his roommate’s clutches. Instead, he finds no separation, no distinction between my old self and Kyle’s. When he digs, looking for Kyles memories, he instead finds them interlaced with my own. In the physical world, Red’s face paints itself with a deranged smile. I surround Red’s Psyche “Told you he was special... he’s mine forever... don’t worry though, big bro. You didn’t lose Kyle. I’m right here. You won’t be alone. I’ll be right here, inside you too”. I briefly lose control of Red’s body as I continue with my all out assault on his mind. Red’s face cringes in pain as I bombard his sense of self, embedding me inside his psyche, corrupting my Big Bro with my perversions. He briefly laughs sadistically, yielding to his newfound gifts, yielding to the pieces of me I put inside him. He moans, wrapping more of my psyche into himself “fuck yeah, babe. Keep going, I’m a good Big Bro... I can take it” before shaking his head in anger “fuck you Kyle!” The switch inside Red flips back and he resumes into moans and filthy whispers about me wearing his skin. He again snaps back and punches the nearby wall. “FUCK!” he shouts. God he was strong. I already had his body, I already had his mind, I already had Red by all accounts, yet through pure resolve alone he resists me. God I couldn’t wait to have that will of steel as my own. In any case, It looks like his body’s inclinations just needs a final little push.

I assert my new dominance over Red’s body, slapping my Kyle-self in the face, before finally speaking with Red’s voice, using it for the first time. Just controlling his voice was invigorating. “You sick fuck, Kyle. Look what you did to me, what you did in me. Toppled your Big Bro Red, conquered me, just like that. Wore my ass like suit and then left your squirmy little pieces inside” I lace his words with sex. Coming out of Red, out of my Big Bro, it feels almost blasphemous. Fuck yeah, Red feels great to be in. This body is amazing. I received the slap in Kyle with a moan. “Fuck yeah, big bro, it feels good doesn’t it? You like being my little puppet, don’t you? You want me in there, wearing you like a glove...” As Red I twirl my new fiery locks with my new, thicker fingers, “Yeah little bro... but I think we need an extra little punishment for you, for being such a fucking creep.” I make Red pout, sucking on his index finger while he continues “ How about your weird roommate jumps inside you and sews himself into your insides. How about he go even further and actually become your insides. How about he actually becomes you... How about your hot Big Bro make it permanent” I cackle maniacally as Red while Kyle’s face shifts into the dirty sneer I make us wear.

I parse Red’s mind for his reaction. It was from this point that he realizes just how far I went with Kyle. How much I became him. He relents at the matter, equally angry and aroused, finally understanding that Kyle was the one that took possession of him. Kyle created the plans to corrupt the frat. Kyle was the one did these heinous deeds because there was no difference between Kyle and his creepy roommate. Because I was Kyle.

Red wrestles back control of his body. “Fuck you Kyle, I’ll make you fucking pay for this. When I break free I’m gonna-” I cut him off as I sneer with Kyle’s face, making Red’s do the same as I continue his sentence in moans “-come crawling back because I’m your bitch forever.” I laugh heartily in his voice. Time for that little push.

In the heat of moment, I let him feel the sheer thrill of having both bodies under control, the sheer thrill of being me, before granting him control over his own body while I resonate within his psyche over the sheer ecstasy. He moans loudly “Fuck yeah... good boy... be a good Little, while dear Red here shows you how it’s done...” He rushes behind my main body, dragging his muscular arms in front of my chest feeling me up. We feel both sensations. Indescribable bliss. He leans in to my ear “we have unfinished business, bitch. It’s all your fault I’m like this... these-these... feelings...” he moans. “This is unnatural... and your punishment... your puppet wants a more” he licks my ear, probing his thick slimy tongue all over while his vascular hands tousle my sweaty hair. “C’mon Kyle. You know this body was built for fucking. Let me teach you how to use it right. Put on my skin- put this brain on. Wear me. Wear your big bro’s stud bod. Put your dick inside of mine. Haven’t-“ he trails off, grabbing his head in anguish “damn it... Kyle, why... why I am I like this...I’m a monster... What did you do to me?!” Tears well in Red’s eyes, before he catches a whiff of my scent. He goes into a toothy grin as anguish flips to a lustful frenzy. He grabs my rod in his vascular hands, and begins pumping it. He moans as we are both hit with the feeling. “Actually, no... this is good. This feels right. This is correct. I’m not a monster, I’m a fucking god. Kyle you have a decent dick... but haven’t you wondered what bigger was like? I’m bigger. Look at this thick cock. Your big bro’s got you. Come back inside, where it’s safe...” Red slams his sweaty body onto my back, dragging me inside, encasing me in his muscular flesh. He locks his arms under my own, preventing my escape, and I play along, writhing in his grasp as he draws me back, deeper and deeper into him. “I want you squirming inside me when we fuck Jeremy. When we fuck the rest of the frat... I want-I need you to do it with this dick... contaminate them. Inject them with it. Give em a little taste of Red and Kyle.” Inside Red, I sheath his dick over my own, but continue letting him take the lead. “Fuck yeah.. that’s the stuff..” He moans. “FUCK YEAH” he roars, “trying” to push me out of him. I resist, as much as I can anyway, until I can no longer maintain it and am suddenly pushed out of him. ”Not yet, bitch” he murmurs, before his flesh greedily devours mine again, moaning all the while. We repeat this a few times, edging him closer and closer.

I am paralyzed in bliss at the sensations, but Red maintains a better grasp of his emotions. He walks his inflamed, Kyle-filled self over to the pile of dirty, soccer-drenched clothes on the floor that I had I worn prior to getting into his room. He brings them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. “More...” he whispers... “I need more of you”. He puts them on, huffing in short, frenzied breaths, starting with the dirty compression shorts I had worn for my game. They are stretched impossibly tight on his ass, and he moans when the waistband snaps back at our shared dick. We proceed with the soccer shirt, thick biceps ripping the sleeves and turning it into a tank. The remains of my dirty shirt cling onto Red’s torso like a second skin, imprinting the delicate curve of each ab, each bicep, and each nipple on to its straining fabric.“Thank you... for the Kyle Sandwich” he whimpers in a trance as his eyes roll to the back of his head and we collapse onto the floor. We smell like my team after a long game. We smell like the forest. Equal parts putrid and petrichor. We smell like ecstasy. His eyelids flutter. “Good little bro”.

Then, tranquility is broken when he pushes me out. “grrrAHHH FUCk YOU KYLE” he half-shouts, half -moans. I am speechless. My form is again forcibly removed from his- I feel my visage imprint over his own, stretching his taught skin as it wraps over mine. I can see the light of day with my own eyes, and feel my cheeks stretched and melded to his freckled skin. Just a bit more. From behind me, where the back of my head should be, I feel Red’s smile and moan, as he feels my weight above him. He takes his thick arms rubbing them all over me, making sure I was stimulated the entire time I was being pushed out of him. “You got the right idea Kyle- no more deodorant for your big bro Red... we smell fucking better like this” I feel him stir, getting ready to pounce-no doubt to drag me back in. Before I can even say anything, I quickly realize the limits of my depossession. The process of pushing me out of him has slowed to a crawl. As my body continues to be expelled, to be raised out of Red, I am met with my own impossibly tight shirt and underwear, drenched in our sweat and restricting my freedom. The further my body leaves, the tighter we are pulled together by the fabric. We both moan this time. “Fuck Kyle! Get out! Get the fuck out of me!” he play-screams half convincingly, as he does a crunch with me above him. I feel the crunch from behind and he forcibly worms my own form back inside him. I pass out at the sensory overload.

When I awake, I awake in Red. I walk to the mirror and see his face as my own. In split second intervals, my Kyle-self stretches out his skin and attempts to leave before it is pulled back. We are tight. Nauseatingly full-impossibly so. By all accounts, Kyle’s body should have been expelled from Red after being inside this long-possession doesn’t usually last this long, but my little fighter, my Big Bro Red will not let me go. We are held together by my own clothing and his sheer will. Partners. Amalgamate. Corrupt. I quickly take control and feel his voice in the back of my mind, screaming at me to get out- again, only half-convincingly. For all his perfection, Red really needed some acting lessons. I begin to feel the effects of being stuck in his body for so long, as a lightness and a numbness washes over me. Yet in that same vein I feel indescribably close to him, with a hyper-awareness of Red’s body. This can’t last too long, I assume, as both of us have long since hit our limit. I throw up involuntarily on the floor- it’s all just cum.

Instead of stopping, the previous process repeats again. Our little possession dance happens again and again and again after that until we are utterly drained. We live as one Red, constantly in turmoil in the inside and perpetually in heat. Finally, a full three days later, we are both satisfied. I finally truly break from him as a lone Kyle. For one, I fucking smell, but also I am still a student. This whole experience had been immensely tiring. Still, I felt a sense of peace, in knowledge that new-Red would never leave me.

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Though I initially wanted to fully take and possess Red, to use his body as a mindless puppet for my own, I kind of like our current setup. I moved into his room the very next day after our little break, much to the annoyance to the rest of Sig Chi. Red moans all the time when I possess him- he’s not particularly quiet about it either, and he begs for it every other day, before berating me when I actually follow through. Our “incestuous” nature is pretty clear to the rest of my frat brothers but they awkwardly avoid the subject. Jeremy is the only one that’s visibly pissed- guess we’re breaking every law in frat code or something. Whatever. If anything, they’ll all be seeing the light someday soon- and we have something extra special planned for Jeremy anyway.

I like to keep Big Bro Red in a pendulum state, between full autonomy and full possession. Even now, he constantly ‘fights’, attempting to push me out of him in vain and then dragging my ass back inside. To be honest, I find this whole setup kind of hot. I sure he does too. We’re always wrestling for control inside him, even though we both knew he was mine forever. I’ve extended the offer a few times to just jump into someone else in the frat or even leave forever but he always throws a big fit about it. Maybe he liked by puppetted by his little bro. Maybe he liked the fight. Maybe one day, I’ll actually fully take him. Of course, for now his red hot body runs a little warmer these days from our constant little dance. For now, I’ve been just been having fun, jumping in and out of him, swimming through his insides. We’ve been meaning to share too, naturally. There are some others on my mind- Red’s best friend, the Sig Chi president Jeremy- who we both agree that hot, dominant ass would make a for lovely little body to wear. Before Red, I was fine as just one person. I am forever grateful that he was my chrysalis, that he first full possession as Kyle. Because he helped me realize a king needs subjects. One day, I’ll take them all- every last hot piece of ass in this school. But for now, I’m content with occasionally just controlling and wearing Red, just wearing my proof of authenticity as Kyle.

—End Part 3—

Phew. Next story’s probably gonna be a bit lighter.

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angelyuji · 3 years

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Obey Me Demons’ Toxic Traits

inspired from the haikyuu boys’ toxic traits by @haikchoo-main

heyyy i know i said i’d write this like a month ago, but i hit some writers block for this lolz. no angels or Solomon sorry :/ anyway enjoy! <3

cw // mentions of cheating, insecurities, break-ups, controlling behavior, angst

Lucifer: he’s not used to not be denied. he’s so used to everyone following his orders that being told “no” is new and annoying. he doesn’t like not being in charge so when he tells you to do something and you say no, he fucking loses it. not like temper tantrum but like he’s about to murder you and rip your limps off your body for defying him. have fun with that.

Asmo: asmo has never been in a committed relationship, his entire personality is based on being a flirt and being with multiple people at once. so, if you guys are dating, you’re going to have get used to the sight of him flirting with every pretty person he sees. he doesn’t understand monogamy like why limit yourself to one hot person when you can have a lot of hot people?

Beel: he puts you on a pedestal. you’re virtually perfect in his eyes. no matter what happens, it’s never your fault. you guys never argue because you’re always right…even when you’re wrong. in his mind, you can do no wrong, so if you ever do something that breaks that pedestal, he’ll start realizing that you’re not the amazing person he thought you were. and instead of learning and realizing that humans make mistakes, he thinks that means you guys aren’t meant to be and will break up with you.

Satan: his love language is being mean. he teases you and pokes at your insecurities. he crosses the line multiple time, but calls you too sensitive when you get upset. he gets angry at you for “not being able to take a joke”. he’s used to being mean to everyone he meets and doesn’t realize that being mean is actually fucking mean. he’ll roll his eyes when you get angry, and call you manipulative when you cry at his insults. you can try to tell him that his “jokes” crosses a line, and he’ll try to not be as mean, but it feels fake to you and him and he’ll get angry at you for trying to change him…good luck lol

Belphie: scheduling anything with him is a mess. he’s forgetful and lazy. he either forgets that you guys have something planned or will get too tired and flake. trying to get him out of bed takes forever, so making plans is frustrating for you and him. he’ll get upset that you’re interrupting his sleep and you’ll get upset that he never even tries to show up to your date. either you’ll have to get used to date nights in his room or you’ll have to drag him out of his room and watch as he falls asleep during your date.

Mammon: with mammon, he expects you to know what he’s thinking constantly. he won’t tell you how he’s feeling, but he expects you to know anyway. is he pushing you away? shouldn’t you know that it’s because he’s feeling insecure? is he pouting at you? shouldn’t you know that means he’s hungry? he wants you to tell him everything you’re feeling, but doesn’t tell you how he feels. he just assumes you’re a mind reader. maybe he doesn’t understand that communication is key, maybe he’s insecure and afraid that you’ll leave him if he talks about what he wants. you probably won’t know without sitting him down and talking about how he needs to be more open.

Levi: levi is very, very, very emotional. like he feels the most intense negative emotions with you (not saying there is no positive emotions, but that the negatives ones take over and cause him to spiral). you could mention that you really like the outfit he wore last week, he’ll start stressing about if you like the outfit he’s wearing now. you probably don’t know that every comment you make on anything is stored in his head and used as information to overthink about. if he makes a joke and you don’t laugh, he’ll get sad and start talking about how he’s not funny and how he’s a worthless boyfriend. if you (somehow) win against him in a video game, he’ll spiral and talk about how he’s bad at everything. (kind of reminds me of a pick-me guy) you’ll be constantly reassuring him that he’s amazing and a good boyfriend. (lowkey exhausting for people with a short fuse)

Diavolo: diavolo doesn’t take anything seriously. everything is fun and exciting and nothing is truly serious. you can never have a serious conversation. the only thing he’s ever serious about his RAD and the kingdom. to him, your relationship is supposed to be carefree and something that isn’t supposed to stress him out. so if you guys ever get into an argument, he will not care. he doesn’t think he’s supposed to care. if the relationship is starting to stress him out, he’ll break up. diavolo didn’t sign up for someone that exhausts him, he signed up for someone he wants to have fun with.

Barbatos: barbatos is used to taking care of someone and coddling them. so, when you’re dating, he doesn’t really let you make choices of your own. he does things for you, he does the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, and won’t really let you do any work. are you at a restaurant? barbatos will pick and order food for the both of you. are you out shopping? barbatos will choose clothes for you to wear. he’s not very good at handing over control. he’s ordered around by diavolo, but also enjoys doing everything for him. he likes controlling you and doing everything for you. (in my opinion, barbatos is super adaptable, so just telling him “hey, chillax” will get him to stop being so controlling)

ok so this turned into “toxic traits and how to stop the demons from being toxic” . i based these off of different stories and devilgram stories in the game, and just things i think would be their worst traits:) if this doesnt flop, ill write some for the angels and solomon :) anyway love u and hope yalls liked <3

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control - daniel seavey imagine

a/n: i hope you enjoy this one, this is probably the longest one i’ve ever done but i still hope you like it. oh also if anyone wants to be tagged in a post just let me know:)

warning: this imagine does describe/mention anxiety. I know that anxiety can look different for everyone but what happens in this imagine is kinda how I have experienced it. It’s nothing too crazy but be mindful and read at your discretion:)

Early in the morning I still get a little bit nervous

Fightin' my anxiety constantly, I try to control it

4:58am

Daniel awoke suddenly, his bright blue eyes snapping open. He felt the uncomfy tightness in his chest, rising and falling with every rapid breath he took, and his eyes darted around the dark room, paranoid that the terrorising monsters of anxiety had escaped from his dream world into reality. The silence of his bedroom and distant chirping of crickets outside said otherwise. Daniel swiftly shifted his gaze to his nightstand, the alarm clock read 5:00, signalling another rough night of sleep for him the third time that week.

Even when I know it's been forever I can still feel the spin

Hurts when I remember and I never wanna feel it again

He sighed tiredly before relaxing back into his bed, trying his best to smother his shallow breaths into his sheets. Daniel was wide awake, and mere seconds later, he slowly lifted his blankets to the side, draping his legs on the edge of the bed and got up cautiously. He walked slowly to the bathroom with quivering hands and approached the mirror in his en suite, grimacing at the sight before him.

Messy hair, damp forehead, ruffled clothing.

Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am

That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand

Daniel reached for the collar of his sweaty t-shirt before pulling it off, distaste etched in the features of his tired face. He tossed it in the basket, huffing lightly as he leaned onto the vanity. He stared blankly into the mirror and let his mind wander from thoughts about work to music to Y/n. Y/n, he thought again, furrowing his brows as he contemplated calling her. His phone sat plugged into the charger near his nightstand, easily reachable. Daniel knew that Y/n wouldn’t mind listening to his unwavering rambles about his nightmares like she typically did, but he still didn’t move from his place behind the mirror. Before anything else could stumble into his mind, Daniel quickly turned the tap on, the cold water flowed easily from the faucet and he rinsed his face quickly, washing the remnants of his horrors away.

9:23am

Incoming call from Y/n/n

Daniel almost grinned eye to eye as he read Y/n’s name on his phone screen and he quickly accepted the facetime, instantly seeing her sunshiny face light up his screen.

“Heyyy!” Y/n said tenderly from her comfy spot on her bed. Daniel’s expression softened as he heard her loving voice through the phone.

“Good morning, honey.” Daniel said sweetly as he pulled out a chair from the kitchen island and sat down.

“How did you sleep?” Y/n yawned.

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Daniel paused for a moment, pondering what he should say next, “I slept well.” Daniel grinned before continuing “Did you just wake up, honey?” He chuckled gently.

“Yeah...” Y/n smiled as she rubbed her eyes. She perked up quickly “Are we still coming over to my place later?” Y/n asked sweetly, gazing expectantly at Daniel.

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

“Yeah...of-f course” Daniel said as steadily as he could as he felt the anxiety boil up in his chest again. “Uh, I gotta go, I have a long day-” Daniel said with a tight smile, “I’ll talk to you later, I love you so much Y/n.” She smiled widely before replying.

“Okay, I love you, Dani.” Daniel tuned into the warmth of her voice before fading out with a quiet goodbye and hanging up. He set his phone down tiredly and got up from his seat to make some breakfast. He worked quietly but quickly, avoiding the reeling thoughts in his head.

Daniel couldn’t get his mind to stop, to just relish in the gift of presence like his girlfriend did. He admired her a lot in that way, in her ability to disregard any negative thoughts and go on with her day with the same soft, happy mood, gentle and steady. In truth, Daniel couldn’t shake the gut wrenching, shameful sense of feeling like a burden. Y/n was the person he felt safest with, but recently, he found himself intentionally suppressing his uneasy thoughts, which only left him with guilt and a distressing pit in his stomach.

3:42pm

The band had been doing interviews since 11am that morning and Daniel felt particularly exhausted from his rough and frankly non-existent sleep the night before. “Okay, listen up. You guys have two more fan meet and greets, okay?” Randy reminded the group while they sat on Daniel’s living room sofa.

Sometimes I still think it's coming but I know it's not

Tryin' to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught

The boys all agreed casually, replying with an asynchronous chorus of “okay”, but Daniel’s face only grew in panic and he shifted nervously from his spot a few paces away from everyone else. It was safe to say Daniel’s anxiety was majorly challenging him today, throwing him into a prison of worry and holding him hostage. He stared deeply into the blank monitor in front of them, his own loneliness reflected at him. The vibration of his iPhone notification piqued his attention and he read the simple message from Y/n with a grin “I miss you”. His eyes remained downcast and he dropped his phone in his back pocket again.

'Cause even though I'm older now and I know how to shake off the past

I wouldn't have made it if I didn't have you holding my hand

It felt like just minutes- no, seconds after they had finished their lunch break but the team were already preparing for the next zoom meet and greet. Daniel sighed deeply and approached the rest of the band before sitting down on the sofa beside Corbyn.

“Okay guys, you ready?” Randy asked, barely waiting for an answer before entering the zoom call. Daniel’s breath hitched in his dry throat, and he felt his body tensing and his heart pounding. He wasn’t ready. Daniel tried to cling onto any steady breath, but there wasn’t one. He felt himself spiralling into even more anxiety and his body abruptly dropped to the carpeted floor.

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

“Dani?” Corbyn asked quickly, kneeling down beside Daniel. His sudden tone of concern sparked almost everyone’s attention. Daniel merely clasped his hands over his head, failing to slow down his heavy breathing.

“Daniel? Hey? Daniel-” The guys stumbled out with jittery voices. Daniel heard their concerned words on repeat but couldn’t get himself to respond. His poisonous anxiety flowed through his blood and soon he found himself heaving through heavy lungs. The boys all scrambled to get Daniel water or a cool towel or anything as Daniel sat sorrowfully on the floor with his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his body. The group’s concern for their best friend’s wellbeing only made Daniel feel even worse and all he wanted in that moment was to leave. The overlap of panicked voices.

The abundance of eyes he knew were on him and the distant echoes of the fans’ voices through the screen all sent Daniel into suffocating overwhelm. In one swift motion, he lifted himself off the floor with all the might he could muster and ran to the bathroom.

The boys stood there stunned and Randy rushed to get his phone “Who should we call? Y/n?” Randy asked swiftly.

“Y-yeah, I’ll call her” Jack said quickly, grabbing his phone from his pocket and he dialled her number.

4:11pm

I need you to know, I would never be this strong without you

You've seen how I've grown, you took all my doubts, 'cause you were home

Y/n leaned her head on the bathroom door and she tried to call Daniel’s name as calmly as she could without letting her own nervous tears fall. “Dani” she said quietly, pushing her ear against the door as if to hear what he was doing. The sound of Daniel’s muffled sobs could be heard from the other side of the door. Her heart broke at that very moment, and she instantly felt sorrowful tears fall silently down her cheeks before she tried again. “Daniel, please, can you just open the door” Y/n said quietly, but Daniel heard and to Y/n’s surprise, he opened the door cautiously.

I don't wanna lose control

There's nothing I can do anymore

Daniel’s red teary eyes and quivering body were immediately noticed by Y/n, and she looked at him with concern carved in every part of her face. Daniel’s frustration and anxiety balled inside him, ravaging his mind with painful thoughts and emotions, finally erupting in front of Y/n. She shuffled over quickly to wrap her arms around him as he cried heavily into her shoulder, panting from pure exhaustion. Y/n gulped down her tears as she held Daniel tightly, whispering quiet reassurances as he let all his emotions out. Daniel clinged onto the material of his sweater she wore, and he let himself be calmed by Y/n’s presence. The sheer touch of her skin made Daniel’s sobs soften with each deep breath he took. Y/n looked down at him sweetly in her arms, “I love you, Dani” she said kindly, with the most genuine affection.

Daniel took a trembling breath before replying tiredly but easily “I love you too.”

(i swear i always end it the same smh, i wrote this so late)

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