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aetherarf · 3 years

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Hi hello i saw your requests are open!! And i dont know if this is allowed but can you do genshin boys caught cheating and they played it off and later on they started to regret what they did and when they found the reader, the reader is now happy or disappeared or idk ITS UP TO YOU TO DEICIDE HEHEHEHE IM SORRY I LOVE READING ANGST SM SO ITS OKAY IF YOU WONT TAKE IT !! YOUR WORKS ARE REALLY GREAT BTW!!! (more than great i mean *chefs kiss*)

Yes I've finally gotten to this one! I hope it's angsty enough for you 😘

[[ WARNING: CHEATING, NON-LETHAL INJURY, ALCOHOL ]]

[[ Summary: Kaeya, Childe, and Diluc end up cheating on their partner... They get caught, not by their partner, but someone else. As the days pass, they begin to regret it... only for their little secret to get back to their lover...

Note, Kaeya's is longest/wordiest cuz I didn't realize I should probably be a bit more brief... Kaeya favouritism lol.

Overall Word Count: 3'602 [rip me]

Kaeya Word Count: 1'841

Childe Word Count: 950

Diluc Word Count: 811 ]]

Kaeya

Distantly, he remembers an old saying from Crepus, in response to his question-- "Why do people drink so much?"

"Well... Alcohol doesn't solve anything, but it can make you forget questions you'd rather not think about."

He understood that as he got older. Why stress, and think about things he could not control? ... Well, maybe he should deal with them, but that's easier said than done when his entire life was on the line. Every night, in the tavern, he drank to forget. Not that he'd admit that to anyone.

And, somehow, he had forgotten more than he'd like to admit. On his lap, a beautiful woman, and he was tugged to a back closet of the Angel's Share. She tasted sweet, like wine and sugar. If it wasn't for an intruder, ( despite the fact that he was the one intruding into staff-only area ) he likely would have had a far better time, to completely lose himself in his inebriation.

"K-Kaeya!" Uh oh, as his vision focused, he could see Diluc's unmistakable silhouette, with that fluffy red hair and broad shoulders. "You," he pointed to the woman, "Out." The woman, not wanting to envoke the wrath of Sir Ragnvindr, running out immediately. But, Diluc didn't let Kaeya out, not that he was fighting to get out. Instead, he walked closer.

"What have you done?" he asked, voice low and full of rage. However, Kaeya could only smile,

"What do you mean, Master Ragnvindr?" He asked, all sly.

"You cheater," he snapped, "You do know that wasn't your partner? The one you swore yourself to? They were just looking for you, you know." He was nearly yelling, forcing his voice low...

And that, that idea, the realization of everything hit him harder than even the biggest bomb's that Klee had ever made. He... did.

"Look," The world was no longer warm an fuzzy, just a little shift away from his normal reality, everything crashing down. The thoughts that haunted him when you slept so peacefully in his arms, when he would see the knights laughing and smiling together, the ever-haunting knowledge that he was alone amongst them...

The way only you did not have that odd look in your eye, of wonder upon seeing something unique, or of something alien that terrified... You only looked at him as what he wished to be seen-a person.

And here he went, fucking it all up.

"Look," he said again, tears in his eye, "You, you can't tell anyone," He all but snapped at Diluc, who's eyes widened in shock, "I-I wouldn't tell if you did it, you have to do the same for me," he promised, desperately trying to think of what to do...

"Kaeya, this isn't about me, this is about you and-and them," Diluc didn't even need to say the name, "You're better than this, I won't tell, but only if you do."

Kaeya's brows furrowed, he wasn't used to feeling so... betrayed. Normally, it was expected, but this... but this was different! Wasn't it...?

"It has nothing to do with you, I... I can deal with it on my own, 'Luc." He insisted, straightening out his back. He was only a tiny bit taller than Diluc, but he wanted to hold it over him, to prove he wasn't going to let him use him over his... his mistake.

"Kaeya," his voice was... softer. Kaeya didn't want to hear this voice, this consoling voice. Not after everything, not... not like this!

"Fuck off, Diluc," he snapped, pushing him to the wall as he stormed out, "You made it clear you want nothing to do with me, don't try now. Not like this," he demanded, seeing Diluc look at him, eyes wide... shocked.

"Fine. Get out and don't come back." Diluc hissed, voice much lower, his eyes glazed over. Kaeya almost wanted to yell at him, to keep fighting... But, no, no, he didn't. He couldn't do that here, not when he was too desperate to figure out what to do, leaving through the front of Angel's Share, slamming the door behind him.

And he ran. He didn't know why, he wasn't headed home, but he just... he felt like he was running from his mistakes, the wind biting at his face, until he finally skidded into an alleyway, his back against the wall, his hand put up to his mouth, biting at the base of his thumb to stifle the sobs that wanted to burst from his chest. It hurt, oh, it hurt, but it felt... right, it felt like he should hurt, his teeth clasping harder onto his hand, tears rolling from his eye as he roughly breathed through his nostrils, his brain desperately trying to figure out what to do, what to say, what to think... But it all only ended up in a jumbled mess, of black and red and tears and crying.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but by the time he stopped biting his hand, it felt... hot, for some reason, and as he looked at his hand...

Red. Bite marks. His teeth had sunk in so deep, his skin was broken and reddened and bloody. He couldn't even feel the pain, like when the burning fire had turned to grey, dead embers... he felt nothing, his own bodily sensations distant in an odd way.

He doesn't even know why, but upon seeing his blood ooze from his flesh, he swing his fist towards the brick, hearing it clatter against it. He stared at his hand, pulling off his glove to stare, dazed, at his busted knuckles.

Holding his fist close to his chest, he finally walked home.

If I don't tell them, he thought, I can live with it. I've lived with worse. I live with worse.

He didn't want to.

But he did that-he cheated. He cheated on the one person that could make everything feel okay, like he never hurt anyone, like he wasn't from a distant corrupt land, like he wasn't the monster he was told to be.

Should he say it? Tell directly?

...

It wouldn't matter if he told immediately or in a week. He-he trusted you'd understand, he could... He could figure it out. He just, his brain was both sinking and floating, drunk yet sober, he wasn't in his own body right about now. He was somewhere gone, and he couldn't be making any decisions.

Shambling his way home, he opened the front door... And hesitated, listening. Looking. You weren't in eyeshot or earshot, so... He could wrap up his hand before he gave everything away, or at least, his temper tantrum of sorts. He rummaged around before finding that small first aide kit, cleaning the wounds of his own cause, and bandaged up his hand... for a second, he tensed, hearing your footsteps, but he opted to finish wrapping it before you could see.

"Kaeyaaa..." You whined, "You didn't come to bed..." You walked over, hugging him from the side, resting your head on him. How sweet you were, how cuddly... As though nothing happened.

"I'll come to bed in a minute," he said, "I just need to finish this real quick."

You peeked over to look at whatever he was messing with, and woke up in an instant, reaching over to his hand as he was tucking the end of the bandage away, so it wouldn't unravel so easily. "What happened?" You asked, tenderly holding his injured hand with both of yours.

"Nothing to be worried about," he reassured, trying to hide how his voice shook, "Just wanted to patch it up."

With one hand, you gently stroked his, and then lifted it to your mouth to give a loving kiss atop it. "Are you okay to come to bed?" You asked, still tired from the late hour.

"Of course," he wanted to kiss you, badly, but he refrained. You shouldn't, Kaeya, your mouth is dirty.

The two of you walked to bed, he undressing just enough to comfortably lie down...

Feeling how you snuggled up to him, sighing in such comfort now that he was home, and how you soon became a weight upon him as you sunk back into sleep...

However, he did not sleep that night. Or the next, or the next... Or the next.

Days, truly, passed. He did not sleep, he was not sleeping, Jean even scolded him for blacking out more than once, stunned when one second he was standing, and the next he was on the ground, no memory of having fallen, with the knights consoling him.

He started staying later, he had not gone back to the Angel's Share. Many mornings, he was not there when you woke. You knew he was busy, but... this was horrific.

Eventually, two weeks have passed. He steeled his nerves, and he was going to talk to you about it. He didn't want to live like this, with this guilt and agony upon the things he could not fix--but he could fix this. He could-he could make this better.

But, as he walked into your shared home... an eerie silence. As he looked around, it felt like... a lot was missing.

Everything that was missing, from simple objects placed about to pictures on the walls, were all yours. Of you.

Save for a single picture frame, with shattered glass, and a picture of him and you, smiling. It was one of the more coherent pictures the two of you had made.

Beside it, a note.

Dear Kaeya,

A woman came to me recently, telling me of you. Of how you kissed her, and nearly slept with her at the Angel's Share. She was unaware of the fact that you had a partner, and had finally found and confided in me about this.

I don't know what made you cheat on me like this, but worse still you've been avoiding me, and you wouldn't even tell me. If I knew... then we could have talked about it, we could have gotten counseling. We could have fixed this--fixed us. But you were gone.

I don't want to hear you say it, say that you don't love me or you don't want to be with me, so I left. I'm not in Mondstadt, I've gone to live with someone I can actually trust. Please don't look for me, I need time. Your lack of communication was enough to tell me you don't care enough to fix this.

Sincerely, Your former beloved.

Tears truckled down onto the paper, and he nearly crushed it in a single fist... But, no, he couldn't, he couldn't destroy the last connection he had to you, no matter how badly he wanted to rip out his eye, so he never had to look at it ever again. He collapsed the floor, the letter, and the framed picture falling to the ground, a broken, loud laughter rung through the house as tears fells down his face, maniacal in nature...

He wanted to be alone, and gone, for a long... long time.

Childe

Childe didn't understand the meaning of 'exclusive' as well. He loved you, dearly, but to him, love was a thing to be given more freely. Maybe it was just a lack of communication, or maybe he completely misunderstood your words, but with an old friend he slept with time and time again...

When Scaramouche saw him sending off his friend with a goodbye kiss, it being a casual commoditiy in his mind, only then did he get utterly chewed out for this.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" Scaramouche snarled at him, "You're not even shameful about this, you cheater." He snapped, as though he was truly angry for you, instead of just a generally very angry person. Childe shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind if they slept with someone else," he said casually, "Doesn't mean they love me any less, you know?"

Scaramouche tried to response, but he was simply flabberghasted. "Most people don't think that way, you airheaded moron."

Childe just laughed, brushing off the shorter harbinger, before walking off without a care.

But... in the end, the words got to him.

Maybe you didn't think that way? You two had spoken of marriage, a very possible reality that he was looking forward to... But, maybe there was a... culture clash, maybe? A clash of upbringings?

He found himself wondering these things at night, when you were snuggled up to him, unaware of the whirlwind of fear in his mind.

Silently, he resolved to simply stop--It would keep you happy, a little secret he didn't mind keeping. Maybe in many, many years, he'd mention it, but... he thought that was okay. That could be the last time he'd ever do something like that...

But, as he came home... You were sitting, waiting for him.

"Please, come sit down, Ajax," that morose tone, it made his heart ache... so he obeyed without question. You looked at him, face puffy and eyes red... "Tell me the truth," you asked, his heart sinking, "Did you cheat on me?"

He froze, but... "Y-yes, but-"

"I don't need an explanation," you admitted, a small, broken smile on your face, "I knew I wasn't loveable enough."

"Wait, no, no, that's not it at all-"

"No," you interrupted, "I don't need an explanation. I'll be out by tonight," you looked down at your lap, his heart shattering into even smaller pieces,

"Babe... please, please, let me explain, I'll never do it again-"

You stood,

"If you'd do it once, you'd do it again. Don't talk to me," you hesitated, "If you want me to be happy, don't look for me ever again."

He was trying to reach for you... but, he couldn't make himself grab you, not when you so delicately shied away...

Eventually, he gave up. No amount of fighting would stop you, and... and he... he couldn't keep seeing your pain as you cried for him to just leave you alone.

Was this love? The pain of another, the terror not of considering spending the rest of your life with them, but the terror of not spending the rest of your life with them?

Before he knew it, he was staring at a mirror, shards of glass in his fist, more than a few holes in the wall and a broken door, the shattered mirror distorting his expression...

Upon walking through the house, he saw that there was... it felt so empty, without your delicate touch and presence making it a place he lovingly called home.

"No," he whispered, hoping... were you here? Did you see... whatever he blacked out and did, the tantrum he did not remember? Did he, oh gods above, oh gods, he didn't hurt you, did he?

...

But he never got an opportunity to find out.

By the time he had sobered up from his tantrum... you were gone. Only a note, left behind, Don't look for me.

Because, you both knew, if he really wanted to find you, he could. He could capture you, trap you... hurt you.

But he didn't want any of that, as much as it hurt to have you away... to make you hate him anymore than you already did was enough to drive a man to near insanity.

Even after you had been gone, he would sit, whenever he was not forced to work, to fulfil his duties to the Tsaritsa... he would wait. He would cook your favourite dishes, read the books you liked, go to the places you enjoyed...

Only after weeks of this, did it hit him that you truly were never coming home. He knew that, but... but, somehow, his heart, his emotions hadn't caught up.

For a second time, he had destroyed your shared, no... his home.

It just wasn't home without you.

Unable to endure the idea of still being here, of a place where he had held you so many times, kissed you, loved you, and suddenly you were all but gone... He tried to do anything to avoid it, to avoid that demon that desperately tried to crawl out of him, threatening to burst from his chest.

Even the other Harbingers had noticed this, how... awful he had been, how he had lost himself. Even Scaramouche, the one most openly said to be the easiest to hate amongst them all, with an uncanny talent to bring even the most pacificistic souls to pure rage, had done well to stay his tongue, never kind, never sweet, but he would give him the isolation he craved, only speaking as much was necessary.

He didn't know what to do with himself, but whenever that happened... he'd just throw himself to the maws of death and, unluckily, crawl his way back out.

Diluc

Everything felt hot and fuzzy and...

Red.

Was red a feeling? His face was red, his body burned, and he could scarcely breathe, he definitely had accidentally drunk some alcohol, but for once, the effects of inebriation hit him. However, while he couldn't understand why people would devote their lives to this sensation, he could appreciate reality being distant, when he knew if he wasn't drunk, he would have spit up the wine and some extra blood, making it an even richer red color.

A warm feeling around his dick, he saw a pretty, if not distorted, face. It didn't take long for him to explode with sensation, his eyes shot wide... and a kiss pressed to his lips.

He almost chased that pretty face, only to see it disappear, he falling to his knees, rasping for air. Moments later, he felt hands on his shoulder's, shaking him. He shot his head up, seeing Kaeya looking at him in fear, and distantly, he heard his name...

"Diluc. Diluc. Diluc! Say something!"

Diluc stared at him, and opened his mouth to speak, but he only ended up jerking his head down, coughing into his elbow, seeing blood on his black coat... Kaeya noticed, too, frozen in shock.

"What happened?" he asked, his eye wide in shock.

"I..." Diluc rasped out, and his eyes widened in shock.

He realized what he had done.

He. He slept with someone who was most definitely not the one he had sworn himself to. Some-some random woman who was likely enchanted by the prospect of a rich man.

"Diluc!" Kaeya shouted, afraid, "What happened?"

Diluc shoved himself up, his hand on Kaeya's shoulder, already rushing to run out and all the way back to the Winery-but not before Kaeya grabbed him, stopping him, strength near equally matched.

"'Luc, I'm not letting you go anywhere until you-"

"I did," Diluc was still gasping for air, "I did something terrible." He admitted, with no small amount of pain.

"What did you do?" Kaeya asked, "Don't run, don't run, you're going to choke on your own blood-"

"No!" Diluc shouted, throwing Kaeya off his arm, running on pure adrenaline, even as his face was beet red, and his vision blurred.

But he needed to confess his sins, immediately, he needed to... now, now, now!

He heard Kaeya shout, but in the end, as he had to stop just to rasp for air again, the burn of alcohol still in his throat, he heard no shouting, nothing but the sound of his thundering heartbeats in his own ears.

Finally, he got to the Winery. You saw him, shocked, seeing his red face and how distressed he was, his hair nothing short of a fluffy mess.

"Diluc," you run over, he leaning on you, just to not collapse from the lack of air, "Diluc, what's wrong?"

"I-I..." He shuttered out, sucking in a breath, "I cheated on you."

You were reeling, "You-What?"

"I-I accidentally drank wine. I was drunk, I can't..." He was still heaving, "I can't breathe... I don't... I don't know what happened, but... She... a woman, she..."

He couldn't finish, but he didn't need to.

"You cheated on me and the first thing you did was come home and brag about it?" You asked, equal parts anguish and anger,

"No," he rasped, his knees buckling as the world tried to disappear on him, "I can't..." his hand went to his throat, "Wait..."

He didn't know what happened, but he only saw flashes after that--Your tears, his bloodied hands, you leaving.

And he was alone, on the ground, barely able to breathe, to think... to do anything.

You left him.

You were gone.

And, somehow, he wasn't mad at all. Having breathed long enough to move again, he stood... and he found the half-empty bottle of wine left on the table, the wine you adored so.

He grabbed the bottle and drank straight from it, feeling his throat and tongue swell, it crashing to the ground as he fell, unable to rasp even the slightest breaths,

I deserve this, he thought, I deserve this. This is all I deserve.

...

...?

For some reason, despite his better wishes, he woke up. He lay in bed, a cool, wet cloth over his forehead... his flesh burned, and his tongue was still swollen, he unable to wiggle it in his mouth. His breathing, still, was labored, but it seemed that he was still breathing, despite everything.

He watched as Adelinde cautiously walked over, looking down at his face, "... Master Diluc, are you alright?"

No, he wasn't, but he could not even sob and cry, for he could not breathe enough to do so.

A cruel twist of fate, but he was not deserving to cry, he was the one who hurt you. You did nothing but love him.

He didn't deserve anything right now.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya #diluc #childe #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #genshin childe #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #bark writes #// also dw anon i've written way more messed up stuff than this #// :)#// also idk why ppl cheat beyond the thrill of it and i wanted to make it more interesting than that #// chlide was the closest to that idea #// i got some shitty news + people who didnt stop bringing it up so this took way more time than i'd like to admit

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simplysimpingsimp · 3 years

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Congratulations to Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba for being the only series with Zenitsu in it and Happy birthday to baby boy Zeni <3 the edit was made by me during my stats class (; sorry prof! I understood most of the lesson, don’t worry TT

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🌻Birthday wishes

Zenitsu x fem!Reader

Pronouns: she/her

TW: none

Set in modern times <3!

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Zenitsu whimpered, he’d woken up alone. He propped himself up on his forearms, golden eyes scanning the room for any trace of her. Y/n would usually be beside him, gently shaking him awake so that he wouldn’t be late to his school lectures or just so that he would get out of bed in general.

“Where could she be?” He questioned as he cupped his face with his hands, knees tucked into his chest.

He looked at his phone beside him, maybe she called or left a message.

Zenitsu grabbed a hold of it, pressing the home button only to see game, school and email notifications and his Lock Screen picture of Y/n on their most recent date.

He smiled sadly at the sight. She looked so beautiful illuminated by the golden city lights in the dark sky. That cheery smile on her face that made his heart flutter and cheeks warm.

He sighed softly as he got out of bed, and got ready for the day. Zenitsu looked around the apartment they shared and found no sign of her.

It was as if she vanished, but he felt some relief from his panic at the sight of her phone, keys and wallet not in their usual spot.

“Maybe she had an exam to take…” he murmured to himself, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

He reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed her number.

“Hello?” Her voice resounded

“N/n!!! Y-“ he was about to continue until he heard the sound of his own laugh.

“Sorry! N/n is busy taking care of me right now,” Zenitsu heard his own voice speak loudly.

“I’ll call back soon! Ze-Zenitsu don’t do that!” He heard the sound of her laugh begin until it got cut off by the dial and beep.

He sighed and hung up, canceling the voicemail.

Soft steps and knocking filled his ears and he practically floated to the door expecting Y/n to be behind it. He flung it open but was met with the sight of Tanjiro’s smiling face with a box in his hands and Inosuke holding a gift bag.

“Happy birthday Zenitsu!” Tanjiro spoke excitedly as he handed him the box.

“Happy birthday Monitsu,” Inosuke spoke proudly as he pushed the bag into his chest, “I got you the best present by the way!”

Zenitsu’s large smile dropped into a smaller one. He had forgotten his own birthday. His hands took a hold of the two gifts from his friends as he placed them on a chair nearby.

Tanjiro and Inosuke looked at each other and nodded, a mischievous smile on both their faces as Inosuke dragged Zenitsu along and away from his home with Tanjiro following behind after securing the apartment door with its lock.

Zenitsu screamed and flailed his arms around as Inosuke threw him over his shoulder and carried him until he shoved him into the back seat of Tanjiro’s car.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF YOU?!?!” The golden eyed young man yelled as Tanjiro drove away from the parking lot, a laugh escaping his lips as Inosuke crossed his arm proudly.

The pair drove him around the city treating Zenitsu to snacks and whatever things he wanted.

“Have any of you heard from Y/n?” Zenitsu asked, his voice saddened and gaze downcast as he walked in between Tanjiro and Inosuke.

Inosuke and Tanjiro glanced at each other. Tanjiro placed a hand on Zenitsu’s shoulder, his voice soft, “I haven’t heard from her today. But don’t worry! I’m sure she’s just fine.”

“Yeah there’s no way anyone would think of bothering her aside from those dudes that circle her,” Inosuke laughed as he placed a hand on his free shoulder.

It clicked in his head.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH,” Zenitsu screamed as he gripped his hair, earning the stares of other people.

“Y/N IS ALL BY HERSELF WITH NO ONE TO PROTECT HER!!! QUICK WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HER FROM THOSE CREEPS THAT LOOK AT HER,” he yelled, tears brimming his eyes and a reddened tint on his cheeks as he gripped onto Tanjiro’s shirt.

A disturbed look formed on Tanjiro’s and Inosuke’s face as they watched his panicked state.

“DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!” He whined loudly.

Tanjiro took a quick glance at his phone, a smile on his face. He nodded in Inosuke’s direction, mouthing discretely, ‘it's go time’.

Inosuke understood as he threw Zenitsu over his shoulder again, a loud laugh erupting from the green eyed young man as he and Tanjiro began to run in the direction of where he had parked the car.

It was dark out, the sky becoming a smokey midnight blue and purple with faint gray string like clouds blocking the light of the emerging stars. Zenitsu gripped onto the head cushion of Tanjiro’s seat as he urged him to drive faster.

Inosuke reached behind him, tying a blindfold across Zenitsu’s eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL INOSUKE?!?” Zenitsu screeched as he was about to remove the blindfold.

“IF YOU TAKE IT OFF IM TELLING Y/N THAT EMBARRASSING THING YOU DID WHEN YOU WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!” Inosuke threatened loudly, matching the volume of Zenitsu’s screams.

A loud crying sound erupted from Zenitsu, “DONT TELL HER!”

It was a miracle that Tanjiro was driving perfectly, his poor ears were getting destroyed by the two velociraptor-like screeches and screaming battle occurring on either side of him.

Zenitsu’s cries became soft whimpers as he heard the car come to a stop. Inosuke helped him out and carried him up the stairs.

Soft music filled his ears as they approached the front door. Inosuke set him down, Tanjiro’s soft knocks on the door resounded. The door opened quietly, quiet enough to not even reach his ears.

The trio stepped into the apartment, a warm ambience and the scent of vanilla filled the air.

He felt a familiar pair of hands reach behind his head, gently untying the blindfold. His eye sight adjusting to the sight of Y/n with minimal make up and in the sun yellow dress he had given her, a yellow flower crown on her head.

“Happy birthday Zeni,” her voice was soft and sweet, making his heart pound against his chest.

The apartment had been decorated with yellow and orange balloons floating and littering the ground. Star shaped streamers hung from the ceiling with golden fairy lights trickling down. A beautiful yellow frosted cake sat in the middle of the table with his favorite meal ready to be served.

“Thank you guys,” Y/n spoke happily as they nodded with happy smiles on their faces. She handed them both goody bags and elegantly packed food as they had agreed upon in their deal.

Tanjiro and Inosuke high fived each other as they quietly left, Tanjiro closing the door behind him.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she spoke sheepishly with a light blush, “Tanjiro was keeping me updated throughout the day.”

He remained quiet for a second.

“Zenitsu?” She questioned softly as her hand found its way to his cheek.

He pulled her into a tight hug, his cries filling her ears, “WAAAAAHHH!! N/N YOURE TOO SWEET! AN ANGEL! A GODDESS! A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS! EVERYTHING! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU,” he nuzzled his cheek into her head as he cried.

She laughed softly as she returned the embrace, an arm gently wrapping around his neck while her other hand wiped away his streaming tears, “No crying,” her voice sweetly spoke.

“Happy birthday Zeni, I’m so happy that I got to celebrate your birthday with you even though it’s a little late. I just wanted it to be a good one for you,” her thumb gently caressing his cheek.

His hand enveloped hers, “It’s already the best one, because you’re here with me,” his voice adorably soft as the cute floral aura seemingly formed around him.

She felt her face warm, “I love you Zenitsu. I hope to spend a lot more birthdays with you.”

“I love you too Y/n,” he brought his face closer to hers.

Unconsciously, they pressed their lips together in a kiss. His kiss was soft and adorable as the warmth from his face radiated onto her skin. The softness of her lips left him feeling gushy and bubbly as he felt her arms around him.

They pulled away from the kiss, both their faces reddened.

“Well let’s go eat, birthday boy!” She mused happily as she guided him to the dinner table.

They ate dinner happily chatting away about Zenitsu’s whole trip with Y/n apologizing for tricking him and having Inosuke be the muscle of the gang.

She stood and came back with matches to the light the candles on the cake she had made for him. Carefully she lit each one, a soft smile on her face as she glanced and saw the happy expression on Zenitsu’s face.

“Make a wish Zeni,” she spoke softly as she got her camera to take pictures of him beautifully illuminated by the warm candle light.

He closed his eyes as a soft smile formed on his lips, wishing in his mind,

“I hope that one day you’ll marry me and that I can always make you happy, because I love you Y/n.”

It was one of his best birthdays.

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Girl Talk (The Song of Sway Lake Fic)

A/N: The moment has finally arrived! The first official collab/crossover between myself and @miss-kittys-magical-library! I’m really excited for how this came out, and how much fun we had writing it together. 😊 Word Count: 3127 Rating: T - mild language, brief mention of blood, discussion of violence

~The Papermill bookstore, Sway Lake~

Selina burst through the door of the bookstore. She almost doesn't wait for Jess to say hello or ask questions. Selina is overcome with adrenaline, the exhilaration of what she did. A giant smile spread across her lips. There's almost a dreamy look in her eyes.

She's covered in blood: her hands, her jeans, the bottom of her shirt. Selina held her hands like a surgeon so she didn't touch anything.

Jess’s mouth hung open while she pointed nervously towards the upstairs. Her friend knew where to find what she needed.

Selina comes out of the hot shower knowing Jess will be in the room waiting. She found clean clothes but stopped to study herself in the mirror. Somehow she felt like her body had changed somehow.

Selina caught a picture of her and Jess and held it up. How far they've come from the girls in the photo on her best friend’s dresser.

She glimpsed Jess in the mirror, a strange smirk on her face. Selina knew something was up. She handed the picture to her friend and spoke,

“Can you believe this was us?”

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There had been a time in life where Selina and Jess had told each other everything, no matter what. And yet somehow this summer, one of the most eventful in recent history, Jess hadn’t told her best friend anything. Anyone who had spent any time on the lake knew about tensions between the Sways and...basically everyone, but especially Selina’s mother and her relatives. And more than that, it had been kind of nice to have a good secret all to herself for a little while. But she missed her friend, and would have loved her advice on what to do about the boy who was quickly becoming someone important, and a problem for her heart.

She was just thinking about the other girl, wondering if she should call her after work, maybe suggest a bonfire or late night rowboat race like they used to have, when Selina burst through the door. Jess’s eyes fell to the blood first, and then rose quickly to Selina’s face and the expression that didn’t match the apparent situation at all.

A thousand questions raced through her mind as she pointed her best friend toward her bathroom (not that Selina didn’t know where it was by now) and made quick work of closing the shop. She didn’t seem hurt, so everything else could wait. While Selina washed herself clean, Jess dug for any clothes left behind the last time she had come for a visit, and failing that, any old shorts and t-shirt. She left them on top of the dresser and poked her head into the bathroom to gather the discarded bloody garments and throw them into the wash.

Selina was standing in the bedroom, studying herself in the mirror when Jess returned, and for a moment she wondered, again, if her friend was injured.

“Can you believe this was us, what?”

Selina laughed, “These girls. We’re just girls here trying to be grown women. I sort of treated you like I did Sunny.”

She waited for Jess to maybe bristle or tense up at his name. “I marched on to the beach, saw the first girl my age who had SOMETHING in common with me, and declared you mine. We aren't little girls anymore.”

There was a bittersweetness in her voice. Selina didn't even care that she was naked.

Jess laughed. She remembered that day, meeting Selina after escaping her siblings in search of a moment of peace and quiet, far from what actually found her instead. But they had got on so quickly she'd forgotten to be angry about it.

"No, we really aren't," she agreed with a tinge of nostalgic sadness in her own voice.

She leaned back on her hands on the bed, watching her friend study the picture. "I never minded, you know. It was kind of nice to be claimed by somebody. You'll always be my first for that," she bit her lip, hoping the joke didn't come off as uncomfortable given the situation.

Selina finally dressed and sat beside her friend on the bed. Her knuckles caressed the other woman’s cheek before she swept the hair from her face. Without a thought, she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to Jess’s, tongue lingered a bit before she broke away.

“That's from Sunny too.” Selina laid on her side tucked under Jess’s arm. “How is it that I was here for a few weeks, and youuuu have been tramping around Sway Lake with some chick?! Have you gone FULL lesbian?” she dropped her voice low.

Jess turned onto her side, propping a head on her arm to face Selina.

"You two are so weird," she rolled her eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Her stomach flipped at the thought of Sunny, eyes cast to the ceiling as her thoughts wandered. She loved Ollie, but there was something raw about the idea of losing the other boy, even though he wasn't really hers anymore and hadn't been in quite some time.

She quirked a teasing eyebrow as she returned to the present moment and the woman beside her.

"If I was going to do that, do you think it would be with anyone else than you? Whoever gave you your gossip needs glasses."

Selina’s mouth dropped open, “There's a guy around here with hair that long?!”

She linked her arm through Jess’s and pulled her in for a hug. The other woman now wrapped up in her embrace. Selina let her chin rest on her friend’s head as she stroked her hair. “You feel happier. Content. Like you're just drifting along. I know you loved Sunny in your own way, but this is different. It's the,” she ran a hand up and down Jess’s body without touching it, “this. Papa would call it your aura.”

Jess grinned. "I am. I'm really, really happy," she answered dreamily. "Ollie's a really sweet guy. But only here for the summer…"

She swallowed down the lingering bitter taste her argument with Ollie the previous morning had left in her mouth, not wanting to burden the conversation with her fears. Especially not when she still had so many questions of her own.

"But don't think asking about my love life is going to get you out of explaining yourself, missy." She teased.

Selina sat up, “Oliver Sway?! Jessica! Come on. Any other Tom, Dick or asshole at this stupid lake. Sunny. Sunny’s RIGHT THERE. Just grab him by the ankle and bring him back to Earth. He needs you.”

She took a breath, “That.. harpie will tear you apart because you aren't good breeding. It's Sway Lake because that's what those upper crust cunts hold over this entire town. Sway. Lakes dont belong to one family, they should belong to EVERY person. Are Sunny and I the only ones NOT under this family’s curse? First Tom, then Nikolai and now you.”

Selina’s voice was full of disappointment more than anger. She looked at her hands. Her palms, white and clean, were just caked brownish red not even an hour ago. “It can't be the both of us.”

"Nikolai?!" Jess asked, staring for a moment before doubling over in laughter. "Oh god it all makes sense now."

She struggled to contain her laughter, gasping for air and wiping away the tears in her eyes from it.

"Fuck Charlotte Sway, I couldn't care less what she thinks," she said, sobering and then sighing. "It's not like I planned on falling in love with Ollie. But I did, and it kinda scares me. I really really don't want to lose him. And he hates her and the whole legacy bullshit as much as anyone. Let it all rot or burn or whatever."

Jess was silent for a moment. It was hard to say Selina was her only or even oldest friend. But they were best friends, for certain, and they knew everything about each other. There were even times when they were younger that Selina and Sunny had talked about soulmates and Jess had wondered if she were hers. Which is why her stomach twisted with guilt as she realized just how unsettled Selina was, and pretending not to be.

"But enough about me, it doesn't matter. Are you okay?"

Selina took Jess’s hand in hers. She laced their fingers together and laid down again. This time she and her friend were side by side. She was certain no one in any spoken language had invented a word for what the two of them were. ��

Selina knew it was why Leon and Johnny always ended phone calls and visits with long hugs and I love yous. Why Honey and Klaus showered each other with intimacy and affection Honey showed Leon. Friendships that made people question your sexual intentions. It was probably something in the Kostas skin, like a pheromone.

The 23 year old pushed the thought out of her mind that everyone around them was their friend because they didn't have a choice. Instead she squeezed Jess’s hand.

“You know Honey, she holds grudges with a tight grip. There's only two people she hates: Charlotte Sway and Reginald Hargreeves, and he's the one she really wants dead. Charlie is lonely and miserable. That's punishment enough for Mama. Papa always says she would make a great Mafia don. She DID like Tim Sway;

cried when he killed himself. He wasn't even Charlot-” Selina cut herself off. “Either way Ollie must take after him then. I hope he does. I think we played together when we were little?”

She realized she was avoiding the question and wanted to deflect solely on Jess. Sunny wasn't the only one who slept around up here, or had a weird effect. Selina again panicked if maybe, somehow, what was in him was in her. That the Russian on a canoe in the middle of the night would show up in the Village, screaming at her in the dead of night. Some of the guys she fucked flopped around on top of Selina for a few minutes, got off while she stared at the ceiling. Then they laid claim to her like any White guy who thought he owned someone else’s land.

“And don't laugh like that either! I was doing my duty as a future nurse and helping someone who got hurt.”

She watched Jess cross her arms, even on her back. She was giving Selina THAT stare. Selina threw her hands up. “Ohhh,” she whined, ”I was swimming, floating really. Probably out further than I should be in the middle of the night, but that fucking moon. And there he was on his way to get rid of those horrendous jet skis of Jimmy’s. And he was flirtatious and made me groan, but also laugh?”

Selina had pulled her knees up to her chest so she could hug them. A far off look on her face. “And he's very.. I didn't really pay attention to what he looked like. WHO, right? It was just this fire that went through me. Like I knew him?

“Mama always talks about the day I was born and speaking into existence this notion. That every version of her will be loved by and love Papa. She thought it was blood loss creating insanity, but Sunny and I had designs on a love like theirs.”

“And the way Nikolai made me feel, and the way he knew my body? We didn't even fuck; not like that. I haven't cum that hard or much ever. Even by myself.”

“Then he got hurt, and I made Sunny take me to him. Ollie had saved him, right? As we're stitching him back together, I see his face. That face I grew up with three times over. He's fashioned for me, Jess. Maybe like Ollie is for you. But Nikolai is Leon and Nicklaus and Klaus and he's made to be mine.”

"No, no I'm not laughing at that, or you," Jess promised. "Just...the first decent conversation Nikolai and I had, he mentioned meeting someone. Matching his description to you is what's funny. And the fact that you two are such opposites." Jess paused, smiling in fondness for both parties in question. "But it's safe to say he likes you, a lot."

She felt silly now, not putting it together sooner. After all, there was no one else in the world she could think more aptly described as a siren made of the moon. And as funny as it was on paper, something about Selina and Nikolai made sense.

And, it made her heart beat giddily. Her faith in fate was complicated, but when it came to the Kostases, the concept was shockingly simple. And it seemed impossible that this was just coincidence, the four of them tied together like this.

'Or maybe,' she silently scolded, 'it's wishful thinking so you can tell yourself you're not being completely crazy.'

The rest of what Selina said registered belatedly and she blanched. "Wait. That was a lot of blood. Are you saying that it was all Nikolai's?"

“It was,” Selina replied softly.

"Jesus. What did he do, get in a knife fight?" Her voice was a mixture of concern and annoyance.

She could see Nikolai doing something like that, to defend his own pride which he deflected onto Ollie, or for some other stubborn, idiotic thing. And now that there were two people she loved who would get hurt if something happened to him, she made a note to have a little chat with him about being so reckless. And to find Ollie later to check on both boys.

"I know if he had you helping take care of him, I don't have to ask if he'll be alright." She nudged Selina teasingly with a shoulder, hoping to break up some of the heavy, contemplative air settling over them both.

“Knives don't cause QUITE as much damage as you think. Unless you hit a vein. Diego showed me how to do it effectively once. Plus if he's like the others, Nikolai probably prefers fists to weapons. Or the spider monkey sleeper-hold thing Klaus and Sunny do. Although Papa stabbed Uncle Jonny once, it was just an artificial wound.”

Selina suddenly scooped Jess up in her arms so they could go back to a cuddle. She tangled her legs and arms around Jess to sort of dominate her personal space. Her forehead pressed into her friend’s neck.

“He and Jimmy got into it, and they were on the boat dock. Nik slipped and hit his head. Ollie swam for like, the first time ever to get him up into a boat. Had pressure on it. I just stitched him with fishing wire. They'll do better at the ER.”

Selina sighed, “If he's like them he wouldn't die anyways. Klaus died like twice in a few days, also head injuries? Either way, Nikolai would’ve been fine without me.”

Then almost like an afterthought, “Did you say he talked to you about me? Probably something about conquests and the Russian army. But you! YOU FELL IN LOVE this summer! I got my pussy licked and think he's this mythical soulmate. You're in actual, real love.”

Selina propped up on her elbow, “Have you slept together? No I'm sorry, YOU get to call it MAKING LOVE!!” she burst into a fit of giggles around cheeks fired by jealousy. “I am happy for you. I promise. I'm glad Sunny.. I'm just happy.”

"No, actually," Jess said, shifting around Selina so they tucked together more cleanly, like two matched puzzle pieces. This kind of closeness wasn't Jess's favorite thing, but Selina knew that, and Jess trusted that if she didn't need it, she wouldn't be initiating it. "It was surprisingly non-militant. And only one nautical reference."

Jess hesitated, remembering some of the incidents Selina had to deal with and one or two more from the summers that Sunny, or Jess herself, had headed off before they got far enough to be a concern (or for Selina to even know). She wanted her friend to know just what Nikolai had said, and that he very much did not just see her as just some conquest. But the line between sweet and creepy was a hazy one at best. She brought one hand away from the tangle to fret the corner of her thumb between her teeth while she thought it over.

"I'm not saying I'm jealous...but I thought it was romantic. And dramatic of course, look who we're talking about. But dramatic isn't always bad. I wish you'd stop dismissing yourself like that. Soulmate or no, you have some sort of feelings for him which seem serious; one might call it a crush at least. And he made you feel good. He made you happy. You're allowed that. You deserve it. And now, for the moment if not more, you have it, savor it."

"As for Ollie and me..."

She froze, frowning as she struggled to figure out just what to say. There was a part of her that feared a reputation of some kind (even though it was just Ollie that she'd been a first time for, and Sunny, but he didn't count). And another part that wanted to keep it to herself, even though most of her wanted to share. She bit again at her thumb, searching for words.

"It's not that big of a deal?"

Selina bit her lip before a yawn escaped her. “One: a crush is a crush because you can get hurt. Otherwise, it would be called a cushion. I think that's what Papa said once. Or was it Klaus?”

Selina closed her eyes now. “Either way, it's a very big deal! I can feel the difference in you. I want you to be in love. To maybe leave Sway Lake. Come back to the city with me? Close up this place for a few months. You can live with me. Or Oliver for a little while. Oh lovely little Oliver making my sweet Jessica come ‘round again. All your sadness and little pieces everywhere. I couldn't stitch you back together with fishing wire, could I? I shouldn't have let Sunny break your heart. I just didn't want being around me to remind you of him. I'm sorry. But Ollie.. he’ll.. Sorry, I think I'm a bit delirious from adrenaline? Mind if I nap a bit?”

But Selina was fast asleep before Jess could give permission.

Jess shook her head with a smile, carefully extricating herself and tucking her friend into the bed. Selina had given her a lot to think about.

#hopefully this formatting worked #it was not at first #author collaboration #Jess O'Neill and Selina Kostas #Moonbrella Lake Crossover #The Song of Sway Lake fic

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perhapsthanatos · 3 years

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03:13 am with renjun ♡

nct's renjun x gn!reader (inspired by his recent photoshoot)

alternate title: death is an early bird

genre: angst. fluff. non idol au. angel of death!au.

word count: 670~

playlist: how to fight by eartheater, so humble the afternoon by julia holter & for those who patiently endure by lauren auder.

warnings: violence & death. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: i know i just published that johnny fic this morning, but i have zero self control & wanted to get this out there even if its literally 2 am :D originally, this fic was supposed to be a witch!au but i didnt know where to go with it so i headed another direction AHAHAH this fic was inspired by a video of someone rewriting the last season of game of thrones & redoing the long night episode wayyy better this time (YES IM STILL MAD & YES IM STILL SALTY THAT THE SHOW WAS RUINED) but i dont remember which one though bc ive watched too many, but if i do come across it again, i will add the link! also happy bday renjun bb <3

the night is cold, but it has only begun. you try your very best to focus on the battle ahead of you, attempting to aim your arrows at the opponent’s men from the top of the dark castle. you only have one goal, and one job. you have bent the knee to the queen and now you fight for her and for your home. but that is all quite a challenge when your only guide is the the first quarter moonlight and the occasional hot bursts of flames, as well as the sounds of screams ripping through from below. you take the tip of the arrow to the flame of the torch that you've kept by your side. taking a sharp breath, you strategically shoot it through the fog and watch as it directly pierces the heart of a soldier who then bursts into flames in one fell swoop. you and your running mind only get more numb by the second. yes, you are alive, but you are devoid. you’ve seen far too much innocence get destroyed in a matter of seconds, fragile souls getting wounded or even end up dying in pain. but death does not have much care or time to dwell on that.

there is no time to think about that now, though. this has begun to be a survival for the fittest now. you know the night will remain to be a long one, for only the victors will bring the dawn and will reign successfully. but will you even be able to get through this long enough to see the daylight?

the chaos ensues, the fighting spilling from all over now, violence being the only option.

but death may not even be that bad, right? after all, you would admit that he’s kind of cute even. because from a distance, you see the color violet flying your way.

wait. no, no, no, no. it can’t be.

your jaw clenches. your time can’t possibly be up yet? isn’t it too early? but you aren’t even finished?

when the name of death spills through someone’s lips, one may picture him to be a demon or a monster of sorts, but that was far from the truth. rumor has it (and much contrary to the common belief) that he is not but a mere boy who has the most gentle touch making death feel like a small state of slumber. books depict him to be mostly seen in blood red hues with razor yellow teeth ready to consume you. but you remember your previous mentor saying before he passed that he ran into him many times in his travels and that he was wearing a calming dark violet color and was not at all a child of satan’s.

you see him getting closer. you would dare say that he is indeed handsome however the panic settles in. your shallow breaths fail you as a deep and intense fear roots and implants itself down on the bottom of your lungs, leeching and draining you of yourself. now you really wonder if you are truly dead and if this is your real fate. you pray that he made some sort of mistake, arriving too soon.

the angel, the demon, the messenger, the god, the personification, whoever he may be — he finally lands beside you, your shaking hands dropping your bow, suddenly noticing the arrow on your chest.

“you got shot,” he speaks, sounding otherworldly and motioning to the arrow sticking out of your stomach. his loose violet blouse and light brown wavy hair flows with the wind.

you feel more blood rushing out your body. your legs start to give out, but he catches you in his arms. it didn’t feel cold, instead it was warm and gentle.

“you have the best story yet, you know that?” he coos at you, admiring your features.

“do i? really?” you rasp out, eyes getting heavier.

“mhm. you’ll go down in history, my love,” he assures, ready to take flight to the sky with you in his arms. “now, come on,” he whispers tenderly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “let’s get you home.”

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different lifetime | spencer reid

→ summary: “only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.” - george elio → warnings: maeve’s death, graphic descriptions of murder, mentions of depression and drug use, basically major angst but a fluff ending → word count: 4.4k (ouchie mama she’s a slow burn) → a/n: based on no.74 from the prompt list ; “let go.” “i can’t.” // cassandra stop making spencer cry in her stories challenge : FAILED // also this is my first time using time skips n i kinda dont like it :[[ i hope u guys enjoy it tho !!

Books are ripped from his shelves, and Spencer can’t see straight. Papers fly around him as he relishes in the feeling of the pages cutting into the skin of his fingers. Blood forms and begins to drip, but he can’t bring himself to clean it up. His mom would’ve chastized him in that moment for damaging the worlds with his reckless touch. However, his whole world had just been destroyed as well. Pictures of Maeve traipse through his brain at an agonizingly slow pace; they mock him and wait for him to snap. And, he feels as though it’s finally time to do so.

Spencer screeches into the silence of his apartment, undoubtedly waking up his neighbors and possibly even alerting the police. He tears through his hair with bloodcrusted hands and debates on wrenching it out from the roots. Sitting on the floor in a puddle of sorrow and anguish, Spencer sobs. It’s the first time in his life that he’s been so consumed with grief and guilt that he can’t even muster the strength to stand. He merely clutches The Narritive of John Smith to his chest and continues to fall apart.

As tears run down his cheeks, he denies everything that happened in the last few hours. Maeve is still going to meet him after work next Wednesday.You didn’t cover him with your FBI jacket after she was shot. The blood that poured from the gunshot wound in her head was fake. It was a joke—a painful, stupid, not-at-all funny joke. Tomorrow, he would enter the office, ride the elevator up, and make casual conversation with all of his work friends. Thoughts race through his mind, and he finds himself laughing. Laughing. A voice in the back of his head tells him that he’s in shock, that he’s not well. Another voice tells him that he’ll never be well.

He doesn’t know who to believe.

A rhythmic knock on his door sounds, and Spencer pretends not to hear it. He knows it’s you. Part of him is screaming to let you in, telling him to accept the comfort you’ve come to give him. But, he decides he isn’t ready. Not yet. So, you decide to wait. For Spencer, you’d wait until time itself no longer existed.

Night approaches faster than you think. The sun is a paintbrush as it dips into the horizon and paints one of the most beautiful sunsets you’ve ever seen. It’s merely a passing thought, but you hope Spencer wills himself to see the pleasant combination of warm oranges and deep reds that are smoothed across the dusk sky. Glancing down at your watch, you read the tiny numbers with tired eyes—8:02PM—and, that’s when you realize you’ve been sitting for so long that your butt has gone numb. You register the pins and needles beginning to poke at your backside, but you make no move to stand or to leave. All you do is lean back, your head thumping gently against Spencer’s door while closing your eyes.

Spencer has no knowledge of the countless baskets of goodies from Garcia or the small notes that JJ has left behind after her short visits come to a close. He doesn’t even know that you’re still outside of his apartment. He knows nothing but the monotonous whir of his air conditioning and the smell of Thai food coming from his living room. Spencer tries to focus on anything but Maeve, but his mind is scattered, fragmented. He grows frustrated at the fact that his thoughts are moving too fast to collect. Blood. Bodies. Sweat. Tears. The feeling of your hands on his shoulders. Normally, Spencer is excellent at compartmentalizing trauma, but not this time. Not when his first true love had been so unfairly stolen from him.

Rage simmers inside of him as the clock strikes twelve. He clenches his fists, resisting the overwhelming urge to scream once more. Instead, he palms for the book nearest to him. With his original, hard cover, full-Russian version of War and Peace in his hand, he swings his arm as hard as he can at his door. Specks of dust fall from the frame at the impact, and a chip is now visible in both the book and the wood. Spencer hears a small yelp from the other side, and finally, something other than grief overtakes him. Confusion and anxiety course through him as he forces himself to stand, grabbing a kitchen knife before launching his door open.

You topple over, crushing his toes under the full weight of your upper body. Profanities are exchanged as your stare flicks nervously between his face and the butcher knife in his grasp.

“[Y/N]?! What are you still doing here?!” He means to sound angry, but the rasp in his voice does the emotion no justice. The weakness in his words is easily detected, and you find yourself studying his features from the ground. You’re profiling him, but you can’t help it. His shoulders are hunched, his five o’clock shadow has turned to six, and his eyes dart cautiously around your face. It’s as if he’s making sure you don’t see the torture his own mind is subjecting his body to.

“Well,” you begin, tone gentle, “I came to see you, but you didn’t open the door. So, I thought that I would wait you out, you know? Just to make sure that if you needed someone to talk to, that I would be there—ready to listen.”

Spencer’s expression is blank, his eyes having stopped their search a long time ago. “How would you have stayed? You have work, [Y/N]. Work that we both know doesn’t stop for time to mourn.” There’s bitter vitriol in his words; he can’t bring himself to care about how they effect you for the time being. But, you don’t mind. It’s only natural. Finally pushing yourself up from the floor, you stare through him and have to fight the need to place a hand on his shoulder, to try to connect with him. The two of you are still separated by the threshold of his door, but it feels as though the Grand Canyon itself is in between.

“Spencer, I can’t even begin to fathom what you’re going through, but—.”

“No,” his retort is clipped, “you can’t. Goodbye, [Y/N].” The door is slammed once again, leaving you stunned to to silence. Sure, you had expected Spencer to be different, but nothing like that. Torrents of rain pound against the roof of his building as dread flows steadily through you at the thought of having to step into it. Nonetheless, you collect your things and head into the office hoping to distract yourself until you’re really supposed to be in for work. The time is 12:54AM, and as you attempt to hail a taxi in the storm, a chill travels down your spine. It’s hard to tell what caused it—the thought of leaving Spencer alone or the copious amounts of coffee you will inevitably be consuming later today.

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Eight o’clock rolls around quicker than you hope. From the corner of your eye, you spot Penelope and JJ walking in together, their normally bright faces marred with concern. Eventually, the clicking of their heels comes to a halt in front of your desk. JJ takes a seat on top of the files you’re working, moving your recently emptied mug out of the way with a tight smile. Garcia’s crosses her arms with a hmph as she stares down at you. Neither of the women are hostile—it’s moreso agressive curiosity.

“So, [Y/N] ...” JJ’s voice trails off a bit, “You saw Spence?” The nature of the question is pure. Worry is evident in her words, but as you try to answer, nothing comes from your mouth.

Garcia cups your face in her hands, squeezing your cheeks to the point of discomfort. “[Y/N]. All we wanna know is that he’s okay?” She declares, “If you perhaps could comfirm if he has gotten my muffin basket, that would also be nice—but, Boy Wonder’s safety is always first!” The chipper mask she uses to hide the pain is crumbling away, and it’s easy to see.

“Honestly, guys ... He doesn’t look good. Spencer—he, uh, his apartment is a mess, like, books everywhere, three day old Thai food in the living room. I’m worried about him—and, Garcia, he hasn’t touched anything outside his door. It’s kinda like he’s trying to fight reality.” Your explanation is obviously hard for the two women to listen to. JJ’s face is turned down, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth. Penelope’s colorful appearance seems to dim as words continue to fall from your mouth. She gapes, evidently trying to come up with something to say, but her phone chimes.

“Jeez,” Penelope drags in a sharp intake of air, “this is a bad one. Hotch wants us in the conference room ASAP.”

Sitting around the round table, you take in the information about the case. Two people, a man and a woman, bore holes in the insides of their thighs, exsanguinated. But, there is no other chatter, no normal banter, no tossing around ideas. Only silence, and you feel as though you’re falling. Once you stand, your knees wobble and your hands shoot out to grab JJ’s shoulders. Her presence itself is an ocean of calm as she works to steady you.

“[Y/N] ... maybe you should stay with Garcia on this one? I’m sure she could use the company.” Although not forceful, JJ’s words are more of a command than anything, but you make the executive decision to dismiss them with a shake of your head. As you walk up the stairs leading to the jet, your stomach churns with the intensity of a thousand tigers.

The absolute quietude on the plane is staggering, and until Garcia’s digitalized face appears on the screen, no one dares to say a word. She briefs everyone that another body has been discovered, and Hotch moves directly onto assignments. “[Y/N] and Morgan, go to the ME and see if the blood results have come back, yet. Blake and Dave, head to the newest crime scene. JJ and I will start working with the local PD.”

As you stare out at the clouds, you wish so desperately to be one of them. Oh, to be a big ball of water and ice crystals and not have a care in the world. The sun reflects off of the white, and when you turn away from the window, you can just barely see Morgan’s form sitting in the leather seat across from you. A pensive frown is present on his lips, his eyes tracing your body, looking for something to tip him off as to what you’re feeling.

Eventually, he finds that he can’t pick you apart. It seems as though each layer he tears through, another is waiting to conceal the truth. “Alright, kid,” he starts, a light air of humor in his voice, “I’ll bite. What’re you thinkin’ about so hard over here?” To be completely honest, you’re positive that he already knows the answer.

“Spence.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

Morgan crosses his arms in front of his chest. It’s a tic; he does it when he’s upset. You watch him as he racks his brain for something to change the subject to, but the sigh he omits is a signal that he’s going to try to talk to you about him. Alarm bells shriek in your head, and the sound is deafening. You force yourself to resist the urge to cover your ears, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything.

“So, kid. Even though you’re pretty good at hiding it, you need to tell me what you’re really thinking, okay? I know you saw Reid, but that’s not what I wanna know about. Something else is buggin’ you—I can tell.” He’s beating you up with each word. A punch to the gut, a kick to the face, an elbow to the side—it’s relentless. He knows something is wrong, but you can’t tell him that you’ve been in love Spencer since the third month working at the BAU. It’ll ruin you—not your reputation or your future—it’ll ruin you. Your mind, your body, your heart. Even though you ache to tell just one person, your mouth won’t let you. But, your heart seems to win the fight.

“Derek, I—,” you pause, your voice giving out, “I’m in love with him. I’ve been in love with him. And now, I don’t know what to do.” Your colleague searches for words, but he can’t bring himself to say anything. He merely stares, his mouth a thin line. Discomfort settles in the space between the two of you, its thickness is probably felt by the rest of the team on the plane. You catch JJ’s glances at the both of you, but they go unacknowledged.

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Spencer goes through the third stage of grief alone. Bargaining. The stage where he’s in grave need to talk to someone, he is only himself. His hands shake as he pours a cup of coffee, attempting to use the caffeine to stay awake. As the sun rises, a thought in the back of his mind sounds. It tells him that he’s been wearing the same clothes for the past four days. His sweat, blood, and tears have collected on the fabric, and even still, he doesn’t care.

The only thing he’s aware of is the fact that if he wouldn’t have tried to meet Maeve, she would still be alive. He curses Blake and his innate curiosity, and he curses the fact that his first words to her were, “I don’t love you. Sorry.” He curses the feeling of your jacket over his shoulders and the immense okayness that it brought to him, even while staring at Maeve’s body splayed in front of him.

Looking around at each book on the floor of his apartment, they somehow remind him of her. Some made him want to remember her happily, others made him want to vomit up his heart and cut it into a thousand pieces. If he had only said the right thing, maybe she would still be alive. Maybe they would’ve held each other tight and moved on. Maybe they would’ve gone out for three or four years, and then maybe she would’ve gotten pregnant. Maybe there would’ve been a miniature version of him with Maeve’s smile and his eyes. Maybe he would’ve been happy.

Spencer spits up bile into his kitchen sink. Happy? He’s not even sure he knows the meaning of the word anymore. Grabbing the handle of his coffee pot, he pours and pours until the scalding hot liquid burns through his mismatched socks. Wordlessly, tears brim in his eyes. Reaching down, he plucks off the soaked fabric and merely stands at the counter, staring down into the seemingly endless mug.

His phone chirps and effectively pulls him from his trance. Although there’s plenty of time to walk over and answer it, Spencer just reads Morgan’s caller ID and lets it ring. It goes to voicemail and immediately Morgan’s words fill the empty air.

“Hey, Reid, it's Derek. Listen, I got a work question for you. The unsub's exsanguinating victims and removing their eyelids antemortem. Does that mean anything to you? Hit me back.”

Ideas are weaving in and out of the genius’ head. Trudging over to his couch, he presses the call button and waits for Morgan to pick up. It takes less than two rings before the line clicks and he’s in the presence of someone else for a change. Spencer sits in silence, not speaking until spoken to. He feels like a kid, but truthfully, he doesn’t have enough energy to say more than he needs to.

“Hey kid, you’ve got me and [Y/N].”

“Hi, Spencer.”

The sound of your voice is a drive taken at the dead of night where all you can hear is nature. It’s a thousand waves of calm. Instead of giving you both an answer, Spencer revels in the small greeting. Maybe if things were different, he would’ve fallen in love with you first.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. He debates on slamming the phone back into the receiver, but decides against it. “Have the cornea or pupils been harmed in any way?” Morgan says no. “If he's taking care not to damage the eyes, then line of sight is probably what's important to him.”

“So this guy wants them to see what he’s doing.” Morgan pauses and the whole line goes quiet. Spencer yearns to hear your voice just once more before he hangs up. And, by the grace of a seemingly wrathful God, he does. But, it’s not exactly a question he’s prepared to answer.

“Hey, Spencer ...” You trail off. It appears as though you’re thinking through your next words, but you settle on a simple inquiry. “How are you?”

“I gotta go,” Spencer replies.

The line goes dead.

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The case ends up being solved with the help of your Boy Wonder. However, as you board the plane alongside him, it’s obvious that he doesn’t feel very wondrous. Plopping down into the seat across from him—similar to what Derek had done—you shoot him a tender grin. JJ’s shoulder rests above your head, and Morgan stands, taking up the whole aisle.

“So,” JJ begins, “I counted—what—five baskets?”

“Seven, but I think Ms. Cavanaugh next door may have taken a couple.” Her laughter mixes with yours in a melody that brightens the atmosphere in the jet. Morgan snickers in the background, but all Spencer is focused on is your smile. A pang of warmth spreads through him for the first time in a long time, even though a frown is turning his lips down. JJ and Morgan eventually migrate to their respective spots—JJ on the couch ans Morgan with his head against the wall and his earbuds plugged into his ears.

You pick up on the scowl on his features and pat the table to attract his attention. He meets your gentle gaze with hesitant eyes. “Why the long face, Doc?” It’s supposed to be a joke, but he can’t even force out a laugh. Spencer succumbs to the monster that guilt presents itself as, cupping his cheeks and pulling down on his face. He tries to rid himself of the grime, the dirt, he feels on his body, but he doesn’t think it’ll ever go away.

“I dunno,” he slurs through exhaustion, “I was just thinking about how I acted when you came over, and I-I guess ... I just wanted to apolog—.”

“Spencer.” The severity in your tone shakes him to the core. His eyes widen as his mouth comes to a close. “Don’t apologize to me. You’re grieving, it’s only natural that you’d be angry. It was forgotten after it happened, okay? I promise you—we’re good.” There’s something you want to add, and Spencer can practically feel the words itching to come out. “And, Spence? If you need anything—anything at all—please, just ask. Please.”

His mind wanders back to his messy apartment, and he ponders the thought of asking you to help him clean. His mouth moves on autopilot, speaking before he even knew what to say. “Actually, if you don’t mind, I could use some help with something.”

“Of course. Name it, Spencer.”

When the wheels hit the ground, you and Spencer sit and wait for everyone else to clear out of the jet. Morgan and JJ squeeze his shoulder on the way out, and Blake shoots him a motherly smile. The sorrow in her eyes is blatant, but it travels to the back of your mind as soon as she passes. Standing up, you gesture in front of you, allowing Spencer an exit before you head down the stairs. He offers you a ghost of a grin, and it makes your heart bound in your chest. You didn’t remember signing up to run a marathon after this case.

The short stroll to Spencer’s Volvo in spent in a surprisingly comfortable silence. It is full of shy glances and small smiles, and you can practically feel yourself falling for him all over again. Climbing into his car, you turn on the radio to a classical station. Chopin’s Nocturne in E Flat Major plays at a low volume, causing you to close your eyes and lean back against the headrest. The old car hums to life, igniting a sense of nostalgia deep in your soul. The drive to his apartment passes by in what feels like seconds, and he takes the keys and moves to open your door.

Giggling, you step out of his antique. The gravel crunches against the bottoms of your boots as you walk next to him up to his door. “So, this is the elusive Dr. Spencer Reid’s humble abode?” There’s a lighthearted teasing in your voice, “It’s cute. I like it. What d’you need me to do?” He cocks an eyebrow, looking around at the books scattered across his floor and he wonders how someone could find beauty in this. And then, he realizes that he’s standing next to you—Penelope Garcia’s closest confidant—and another question replaces it. Was there anything you couldn’t find beauty in?

“Well .... we should probably start with the books, and then, we can move on to the Thai food.” A grimace appears on his face and you laugh at the way it scrunches, “And, after that, we can talk.” The statement is more of a question, but it still makes you unbelievably jittery.

With a nod, you bend down to pick up story after story, every so often becoming enchanted by the bindings that surrounded the little worlds. Spencer crouches and pulls out a vinyl, placing it on the record player and lowering the needle. Once more, Chopin’s Nocturne in E Flat Major fills the air, the static of the record scratching every once in a while. “I noticed that you liked it in the car,” he murmurs, “I’m more of a Waltz in A Minor type of guy, but Nocturne in E Flat Major Op. 9 No. 2 is always a good pick.”

“I just love Chopin, to be honest,” you say, picking up the copy of War and Peace sitting at the threshold of his door, “his pieces are all good, really. They’re all great creating pieces, you know? Like, I could just sit, listen to them, and make up stories in my head for days.”

You’re making up one right now. It’s a sunny day, as opposed to the inky blackness outside his apartment window, and you and Spencer are walking down an ambiguous dirt path. Woods surround you as well as sounds of nature, birds sing and branches snap under your feet. There is no air of danger, and all you can feel is the warm pressure of Spencer’s hand in yours. A cool breeze kisses your cheeks, forcing you to stop and take it in. Spencer comes to a halt, his gaze shifting to you. Smiling, you both move towards each other like plants to the sun. Captivation, charm, magnetism. It’s inevitable, like the meteor that destroyed the first inhabitants of earth so long ago. You move closer and closer to one another; it feels as though you’re floating, you’re gravitating towards him—.

“You know, if you’re that fascinated by East of Eden, you could borrow it,” Spencer’s weak teasing breaks you from your reverie, and you realize you’ve been staring at the front cover for over five minutes.

“Ah, uh, no thanks. Reading Of Mice and Men in high school was enough John Steinbeck for me. Personally, I think he drones on and on about things for too long,” you grin while shelving the book. He hums an acknowledgement and picks up a paper container full of week old pad thai, the smell forcing his head in the other direction.

Soon enough, there are only four, thick novels left, and you two are standing side by side at the bookshelf. You gawk at the number of collections and volumes that reside on the freshly dusted wooden panels, eyes wide. Spencer has one hard cover in his hands. It’s in pristine condition, the white of the jacket glaring at you with a vindictiveness that only the dead can muster. Maeve’s memory is held in between his palms, and it becomes hard to watch him struggle with the thought of having to put it away.

“Spencer ...” Your voice is feathery as it rides on the heavy air, “Let go.”

The words are broken as they fall from his mouth. Tears drip gently onto the glossy cover, and it seems as though The Narritive of John Smith is crying along with him. “I can’t.” A sharp pain pierces your entire being. Seeing him so vulnerable, so fractured, is agonizing. He cries over the story, repeating the tale of his whirlwind romance over and over again in his head. Reaching out, you urge his hands towards the only remaining space on the shelf. The book slips in effortlessly, and Spencer collapses to his knees in front of it. His hands are limp by his sides and his head hangs low between his rounded shoulders.

You lower yourself to meet his figure on the ground. He doesn’t move, his spirit completely dulled. As you ghost your hands over his back, he leans into your touch. After depriving himself of physical contact for so long, he wallows in the feeling of your fingers rubbing soft patterns into his skin. Spencer allows himself to sink into your embrace, inhaling the sweet combination of vanilla and jasmine.

For some time, Spencer cries into your chest. He apologizes through his sobs for the darkening spot on your work shirt, but you quiet him each time with a shake of your head. The atmosphere in his apartment lightens to the point of comfort as you do nothing but hold him. It’s poetic, really—something that you’d listen to a Chopin piece to.

“In a different lifetime,” Spencer’s hoarse whisper is barely audible over the quiet buzz of his air conditioning, “I would’ve fallen in love with you first.”

You contemplate his statement, mulling it over in your mind with a giddy optimism not quite suitable for the situation. He can tell you’re thinking over his words, but he doesn’t comment on the length of time you spend with them. A significant amount of time passes before you offer him a small nod that he feels when your chin collides with the top of his head. Smoothing a hand down his curls that are already slicked with grease, you open your mouth to speak.

“It’s okay, Spencer,” you murmur, hugging him closer, “I’ll be waiting. Always.”

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shinymooncolor · 4 years

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@lumosinlove most recent chapter was a rollercoaster of crying, yelling and a lot of love for her oc’s. Can we get a round of applause for NatALLY? ❤️

I promise Prague will come up soon, just had to react to the gem that was the last chapter 🏳️‍🌈

So here’s a little sweater weather chat for you as well 😍

(Sergei and Kuny texts in Russian, but to make it easier - it’s in English 😜)

Sweater weather chat #11

Sergei goes into dad-mode. Kasey considers murder. Kuny is a cat. Nado trolls. And he’s got some creative threats. Natalie and Lily are amazing. Walker has a good idea. We struggle with metaphors. So many rainbows. James organizes a “let’s protect Re at all costs” schedule. Sunny texts Hank. Dumo is Dumo ❤️

—-

Dumo: sergei. Hey. I wanted to know how you’re doing.

Sergei: are you ask if I support cap or are you ask if I am ok?

Dumo: you know me too well, old friend.

Sergei: I do not share views with my home on all things.

Dumo: I know. I’m sorry. But we need to support Sirius, and Remus, for that matter, as a team. I need to know I’ve got my best friend with me.

Sergei: I support. We win more. I play my time for Russia. Is ok.

Dumo: what about Kuny?

Sergei: I talk to him. No problem. He is young. Different age.

Dumo: he doesn’t have to say anything. We can keep media off of him but they might ask from Russian media? How can we protect him. Alice is on it. But.

Sergei: Pascal. I raise that boy from he 17. Anya and I not let him ruin national career. But I know him too. He is a good boy and he will support his cap.

Dumo: can I add sunny?

Sergei added Sunny to the chat

Sunny: well that was a shit show. Thank the hockey gods we didn’t have social media when we were babies

Dumo: hehe they’d have never let Sergei back into Russia. 😂

Sergei: I know you have picture. I have too.

Sunny: what’s the plan? I’m not afraid to take a misconduct and a ban if someone says shit

Dumo: it won’t help. But I get it. All star is not going to be fun for him. At least cherry is no longer on tv to say something.

—-

Sergei: hey kid, how are you?

Evgeni: it’s crazy. I mean. He seemed happier but it was so bad the way it was done. I’m really sad for them.

Sergei: I know. No one should have to experience that. Being forced. But kid, how’re you? Anyone tried to get comments?

Evgeni: I... yes... but I don’t know what to say. I don’t care. But. What can i say? I want to play for home. 😟

Sergei: I know. You’ve done two great worlds as a senior, one Olympic and they would be crazy not to pick you. But you know them. You know what it’s like, what they say.

Evgeni: but. He’s my captain. I don’t know. Will you say?

Sergei: I’m old. I’ve done my national duty, we’re happy here. If I can’t come home because i support my friend and captain. I’ll stay. We can try and keep them off of you ok? Alice knows this and she will help. You’re already not their favorite because you pretend to be stupid. But they’re going to be asking from home soon. They’ll expect you to denounce it.

Sergei: I just want to say I love you kid. And I support you. But remember the team is your family too.

Evgeni: I know. Shit. I’m scared. And I’m not even gay. It’s just. I know people joke about me and nado.

Sergei: I think malkin got us covered there. Half the world seems convinced him and Crosby has a secret affair. Don’t worry kid. We’ll work it out.

Evgeni: hehe they do look at each other a lot. And they always fight whenever someone takes the other one down.

Sergei: you fight everyone. And you’ll have to, even more now. They’re going to be mean about this. They’re going to come for us. You have to be strong, kid.

Evgeni: yeah. Don’t care what they say.

Sergei: I know. How’s Nado?

Evgeni: he’s okay. Mostly shocked but he’s already started fighting with people online. Blizzard too.

Sergei: be careful, kid. You’ve got a lot to lose to. Just think before you post?

Evgeni: I will dadddddd

Sergei: shut up. See you for practice. Don’t be late.

—-

Siriusly left the group chat

Blizzard: I DONT CARE IM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER EVERYONE WHO EVEN THINKS ABOUT SAYING SHIT

Prongstar: we’re going to divide and conquer. We need to support Re.

CarbO’Hara: send us a schedule. Hehe also. I’m with kase on this

Nadotheman: fuck yeah.

RussianGod: 🤬👊

Sunnysideup: hank messaged me that the rangers are going to send out a statement in support of an open league for all at least. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 Pens too it seems.

Krisvolley: yeah looking at the all star it’s really cool. @carbo’hara your brother started it?

CarbO’Hara: yeah big bro 😜👊🏳️‍🌈

Walkietalkie: I think it’s safe to assume that other than the snakes, we won’t really get much shit. I know some are going to be stuck up shits but. I’ve got faith. Also way to go finno. 😜😜😜 two birds in your lap is better than one on your head or whatever it is

LeWilliam: you having a stroke? That’s not how the metaphor is.

Walkietalkie: just congratulating my future brother in law. ❤️🏳️‍🌈also hey why don’t we all wear rainbows to next practice? I bet Alice can whip something up? We can get bots and Marls to comment too? 😎

Prongstar: YES! Thanks walks! Also brother in law? You marrying Alex? 🤣

Walkietalkie: naw man. I’m gonna woo noelle, marry her, build her a house and make a bunch of hockey babies. We’re gonna be a dynasty. 😍

Logantremblayzzz: you gotta ask me first. But I like you and she’s happy. Also. Ew don’t talk a about making babies with my sister 😳

Walkietalkie: tell leo to get his hands outta carb’s pants then. They’re getting freaky without you bro.

Logantremblayzzz: YOU PROMISED.

Newt-leo: sorry lo. Also it’s a lie. He was helping me tuck in my shirt. Also walker isn’t even here.

Prongstar: sure. Kuny is hogging all the nachos. If you want any better get in here.

Ollibear: so I’m cat sitting for the terrible twins at their house while you all watch all stars and comfort re? I feel left out 😫

Blizzard: sorry Olli bear. If it helps, you can come and sit in my lap. James said no and my girlfriend is being weird with lily.

Timmyforrealz: I wanna sit in your lap too kasey.

Prongstar: oh you’re too late. He’s got a lap full of Russian enforcer.

CarbO’Hara: I don’t understand the physics of how a giant like that can curl into such a small ball of enforcer. It’s cute. Gotta get a pic.

Nadotheman: careful blizzard. He’s like a cat, once he’s comfy he won’t move. He even purrs if you scratch the back of his neck. 😂

Newt-leo: 🦁🦁🦁

——

NatALLY: ladies. We need to get some food going for Re. Lils and I’ve got it covered for the weekend for now. Anyone check on the disaster twins?

Celeste: Apparently Nado is already making problems online. Alice yelled for 20 minutes at dumo to talk to him.

GingerLily: what did he do?

Celeste: I’m not sure. Something about spamming someone with rainbows and threatening a journalist to run him over with the Zamboni.

Anyaismyname: they came here yesterday. Kuny and Sergei need talk and decide how to handle Russia media. I helped Nado. Was fun. He made Twitter @STILLMYCAPTAINBLACK. Is cute.

NatALLY: I followed. Fuck he’s hilarious. Hahahahaha. Also Kuny showed up at Re’s. That guy can smell nachos across a whole fucking city

—-

Nat: hey Jackie. Great work on the Twitter. Might I get the login? Just thinking you’ll need an administrator when you guys take the ice.

Nado: hey nat. Of course. Already shared it with Olli, kris and timmers. He he. Bitch ass trolls won’t know what hit them.

Nat: they wont. Thanks man, this is brilliant.

Nado: @STILLMYCAPTAINBLACK

PASSWORD: SNAPEISASLEAZEBALL

NatALLY: when did you get so smart?

Nado: honestly it’s mostly Kuny. I know we laugh at his English but the guy is fucking smart you know? Man he’s already trolled some Russians. Sergei and Sunny both refused to translate.

#lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #sweaterweather #sweaterweatherchats #sweater weather #sweaterweatheroc’s #sweater weater chatnr11

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minminnie-shii · 4 years

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may I request an imagine of verivery dates: where each member would take, how they would treat you, and a whole lot of fluff too

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I accidentally deleted it like twice and I kind of gave up for a while

buttt I’m back at it and ready to write this because these boys are my babies and their comeback has given me motivation

I hope you like itttttt

@multifandomhell23

Lee Dongheon

what a hard-working boy

he spends most of his days watching over his six children making sure they don’t accidentally kill themselves

especially Minchan and Yeonho

moving on

whenever he has a day off he doesn’t hesitate to run and spend it with you

shows up at your apartment with your favorite snacks and special treats

the two of you run around grabbing all the blankets and pillows that you own

you make a large fort in the middle of your living room

once its done you both crawl inside

dongyeon opens up his laptop and puts on a cheesy movie for the two of you to watch

in the middle of the movie he starts to poke at your sides slightly

you ignore him until his poking turns into tickling

you giggle slightly and start to roll away from him

he would follow after you and the two of you would get caught in the blankets pulling down that fort

dongyeon would stop once the two of you were completely wrapped up in all the blankets

he would smile down at you and pepper light kisses all over your face

rubbing his nose against your he would finally kiss your lips gently

‘I love you’

after cleaning up the mess you made you would both decided to go to bed early

snuggling up together, dongyeon would tuck you safely under his chin

whispering to each other until he falls asleep

you carefully crane your head upwards pressing a soft kiss on his chin

you fall asleep to the peaceful sound of his breathing filling your ears

Bae Hoyoung

i may be in love with this squish

i wanna poke his dimple

move on

he loves doing outdoorsy things

going to the beach, amusement parks anything where the two of you can have fun at

he’s also the kind of person that will totally surprise you about going somewhere

he randomly shows up at you door

‘get dressed jagiya, we’re going out today’

you did as you were told and got dressed quickly

the two of you skipped through the streets happily

you couldn’t contain your excitement when you showed up at a festival

dragging him around you two would find many things to do

he would find a game that he really wanted to play

taking you over he would try many times to beat it so he could win you a cute plushie

after a few tries, he gave up with a pout

you smiled at him and played the game, winning on your try

you would hand him the llama plushie that you had one

‘wah, my jagiya is the best isn’t she?’

the two of you would walk around the festival until nightfall

hoyoung would surprise you by handing you a lantern

‘shall we send one off with our wishes?’

‘you are my wish hoyoung’

he would cringe at how cheesy you were but tell you the same thing

after sending off your wish he would hug you tightly to him

‘you really are my wish jagiya, forever and always’

Hong Minchan

minchan prefers more intimate style dates

the ones where it if just the two of you together

whether it’s the two of you lying on the couch together

or when you’re reading him a new book that you bought recently

but

his favorite type of date

is when the two of you are in his studio and he’s playing the piano for you

you expressed multiple times that you love it when you hear the sound of a piano

so anytime the two of you are in the studio together he makes sure to play for you at least once

he would motion for you over to sit next to him on the piano bench

you would stand up from the couch and walk over, sitting down next to him

he placed his hands delicately on the keys before playing a soft melody

it’s a melody that you knew all too well

your favorite ballad that he ever wrote

after all

he wrote it about you

about how he first fell in love with you and how he knew that you were the person he wants to be with forever

every time he would play for you, it would make you feel sleepy

your head rested on his shoulder as you continued to sing quietly

he would smile and look down at you as your eyes fluttered closed

his heart would burst at the sight of you

once he finished playing he would carefully shift so you was laying against his chest

running his fingers through your hair softly

he would hum quietly until you were finally fully asleep

he would carry you back to the couch and cover you up

letting you sleep until he was finished with his work

that was his favorite time with you

Jo Gyehyeon

this boys only mission in life is to show off

especially to you

he loves it when you praise him for something

it doesn’t matter what it is

so where does he take you out on a date

a place to watch him perform his martial arts of course

you sit and gleefully watch as he does multiple flips and twists in the air

in an attempt to really show off to you he does a triple backflip

only for him to slip on his footing and fall on his butt

‘Ah, hyeonie are you okay?’

you run over to him to quickly check up on him

he just lies there pouting with his arms across his chest

‘i can’t believe i did that’

you giggle and help him sit up

‘i can, you’re not exactly the most elegant one’

would pout even more because you made fun of him

he would whine and complain while rolling around on the floor

‘my jagiya made fun of me, my life cant go on anymore’

you would just watch amused as he continued to complain out loud

he wouldnt be paying attention to where he was rolling and would knock into your legs causing you to fall over

would freak out because he accidentally hurt you

you would just laugh as he would run over to you

‘jagiya, are you all right?’

you would grab his arm and pull him down so he was lying on top of you

holding him close you would stroke his hair and assure him that you were all right

‘youre the best, you know that right?’

would blush like crazy and hide his face in your neck

you would continue to compliment him until he couldn’t take it anymore

‘i’m only the best because you make me the best’

so much fluff and cheesiness between the two of you it’s unreal

Ju Yeonho

this little squish

we are all aware that taking selfies is his life

so what does he do on a date with you?

takes you all around seoul so the two of you can take pictures together

it always surprises you that he always managed to find new places to take you to

but, he loved taking you the han river

he could take pictures of you in the sunset

though he always says that every picture he takes of you is pretty

he especially loved it when you take pictures of him

you always gush about how adorable he looks would cause him to smile even more

‘wah, you look amazing in this angle dont move’

would make you stand still for ten minutes until you convince him that he had enough pictures

he even takes pictures of you eating

‘yeonho, if you take one more picture of me, im throwing your phone in the river’

‘but you look so pretty, can i take one more?’

after you two were finished you would sit in the grass and just watched the stars

you would lie on his chest and point out all the constellations that you see

‘wah my jagiya is so smart, everyone must be so jealous’

while talking, you would eventually fall asleep cuddled to his chest

the second he knew you were sleeping, would pull out his phone and take another picture of you

‘delete it’

‘awe but it’s my favorite!’

Kim Yongseung

so like

mr.competative over here

as soon as you make it to the dorm runs over to you holding to rubiks cubes

‘i bet you i can solve it faster than you’

‘bring it on’

you plop yourselves onto the couch and the boys all gather around you

‘ready? start!’

yongseung immediately starts working on it

his hands are flying as he expertly flips the sides

‘wow, noona’s really bad at this’

the boys would mutter about how much you suck causing you to be distracted

‘yah! how can i even try when you wont shut up?’

you stand up and throw the cube at minchan

‘it wasnt even me that said it!’

while youre all arguing yongseung stands up and slams the cube on the table

‘finished!’

you look at him in shock

‘that’s not fair, they distracted me!’

he just smiles and grabs your hand

‘oh well, time for my reward for winning’

drags you into his room and lays you on the bed

‘you did that on purpose, didn’t you?’

he would just laugh as he hovered over you

‘maybe a little’

kisses you all over your face and neck while holding you close to him

‘i’m sorry ive been so busy lately’

you lean your head up and press your lips to his in a way to tell him that its okay

‘never, will i blame you for missing a date because of this, youre doing what you love, and i love that it makes you happy’

you really are the greatest

a very long and well needed makeout session occurs after that

after all, he did win

Yoo Kangmin

uwu

this little bean is so precious and must be protected at all costs

his favorite things in life

are soccer and you

so he loves taking you to the field behind your house and playing soccer with you

most of the time while playing you little siblings come and join along

kangmin loves playing with your siblings

especially your younger siblings

being an only child made it hard for him to have fun most of the time

but now that he has you, he’ll gladly to everything he can to keep you close

even if it means having your little brother cling to his leg every time he walks through the door of your house

would take all of you out to the field to start a game

‘jagiya, come be on my team’

‘no i want her on my team!’

you wink at kangmin before running over to your sister

picking her up and resting her on your hip

‘come on together we can beat Kangmin!’

‘wah, are you really going against me?’

‘yep, we can totally beat you’

the game begins and you all laugh as you all run around the field

you little brother went to kick the ball he slipped and fell

he began to cry and rub his face softly

kangmin would be by his side before you were

‘ah, did you get hurt? are you all right?’

your brother would attempt to wink at you causing you to smile

you would steal the ball from kangmin and kick it down the field

‘you betrayed me? i dont know how to feel!’

kangmin would chase after you and wrap his arms around your waist lifting you into the air

‘you tricked my jagiya, thats not fair’

you shrugged your shoulders and looked back at him

‘alls fair in love and war’

‘is it now? ill be sure to use that later’

#verivery imagine #verivery #bae hoyoung imagine #bae hoyoung #lee dongheon #hong minchan #jo gyehyeon #ju yeonho #kim yongseung #yoo kangmin #fluffy #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #imagines #imagine #i wish this was real #i love them

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peacedolantwins · 5 years

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Too Far

A/N: part of my little series that started with Family that I have going on, you dont really need to read them for this to make sense but it would probably help. (its in my masterlist if you wanna read them)

You had just gotten home with the other kids when Sky said she was going to go out for a little bit with a friend. You didn’t think much of it and told her to be back by dinner.

You helped the others with their homework and they helped you with cleaning, it was a win win for everyone. Ethan wasn’t getting home until late anyways so you started dinner and decided to leave him a plate for later.

You were finishing up dinner when Sky came back in and said hello to the others. You were about to ask her to help you to set the table when Connor, your thirteen year old offered to come help you.

He helped you carry the plates over to the table and take the younger ones to wash their hands. He may be thirteen, but he was already your height and you knew he would just keep growing.

Once everyone was seated, they all started talking about their day. The boys were talking to each other about something at school during class when Sky called you.

“Hey mom?”

“Hm? Yes? You pulled your attention away to focus on her.

“Can I go to a concert on Friday?” She seemed nervous as she asked you.

“With who? You know we don’t want you going alone,” it’s not that you didn’t trust her, she was more than responsible, it was everyone else who you had a hard time trusting.

“With a friend,” she looked away and went back to cutting up her food.

“A friend? Which one?”

“You don’t know him,” she wouldn’t look your way. She knew you liked to meet her friends especially if she was going to be out at night with them.

“Then no Sky, you know the rules. If we haven’t met them it’s not happening, I’m sorry,” you didn’t want to tell her no, but that was the rule you and Ethan had set up a long time ago. You had to have met them at least once before they could go out at night with them.

“You’re not being fair! Why can’t I go? I’m seventeen, You can’t keep treating me like a baby!” But she was wrong. While you might not still treat her like a baby, she was always going to be the little girl who you found crying in the pasta aisle all those years ago.

“Sky calm down. I said no, that’s it.” You weren’t trying to fight with her.

“Mom please!” The other kids had stopped their conversation and were now focused on what was unfolding in front of them.

“No Skylar! You can’t go! If it was someone we knew then sure but we dont! I’m not trusting you with someone we’ve never met! So you’re not going to the concert end of discussion!”

“Mom! Oh wait, I forgot. You’re not even my real mom so why should I have to listen to you?” She stood up from her seat.

“Sky enough.” Not this again. You were never one to shut out your children’s feelings or thoughts but this was enough.

“No! You we’re just some random lady who was desperate for someone to care about! I bet dad would have left you a long time ago if you finally kept your legs closed! I’m tired of you telling me what to do Y/n!”

“Skylar!” Connor tried to defend you but you were silenced.

Silence.

That’s all there was after that. Sky knew she went too far but she was stubborn like her father and wouldn’t be the first one to admit she was in the wrong.

“Go to your room. Now.” You stayed looking down at your plate, appetite completely gone now. You heard her stomp up the stairs and heard her door slam.

“Mom?” Connor put his hand on your shoulder and that’s when he felt your shoulders gently shaking.

“Con, can you put everyones plates in the sink for me when they’re done? I’ll wash them later,” you took a deep breath and gently stood.

“Mom-”

“Please, Connor,” with that you went to your room and finally let out the sobs you were holding back.

You never forgot the first time Sky called you mom.

Ethan was working late and it was just you and Sky for the night. You made spaghetti since you knew the little girl liked slurping on the noodles. After cleaning her small messy face, you played a few games. You had gone to tuck her into bed when she stopped you.

“Story?” She pointed towards the small bookshelf that her uncle had made for her.

“We can read a story. Which one?” She got up and went to pull a book from the shelf. She brought over Goodnight Moon to you. You two cuddled up in her tiny bed and began reading to her.

Sky looked at each picture with her big hazel eyes and never seemed to lose interest in the story, no matter how many times you read it to her. Once you finished the book, you placed it on the nightstand to put away and laid there for a bit with her.

“I want you to know that you’re my Sky, and you’re my moon, always baby,” you placed a gentle kiss on her head before getting out of bed. You put the book back in its place and started walking towards the door.

You turned back to make sure she was okay before you turned off the light and saw her still looking at you. Usually she was snuggled up under her blanket half asleep but there she was.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hug please,” you smiled and went back to the little girl before wrapping your arms around her. Once she finally let go she curled up under her blanket and brought her stuffed dog closer to her. You stood back up when you heard her call to you one more time.

“Goodnight mommy,” you felt tears welling up and a smile came to your face immediately.

“Goodnight baby,” you gave her one last kiss before leaving her room and turning off her light and closing the door.

Mommy. That was the first time she had ever called you that.

Half an hour later, Ethan came home to find you in the bedroom with tears still coming down your face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” He rushes over to your side and knelt next to you.

“Nothing it’s just… Sky called me mommy today.” You finally looked up at him and he wiped away a few tears.

“Oh-“

“And I know we never talked about that and if that was okay or not. But I started thinking and what if her mom comes back? What if she wants to be part of her life and having another mom just confuses Sky even more? I don’t want to do that to her, she’s so little-“

“Babe, breathe. It’s okay. It’s okay she called you mommy as long as you’re comfortable with it. I know we never talked about it, but I’m in it for the long haul. And if she ever does come back, she’s not calling her mom. She’s a stranger to her, she doesn’t deserve that title of being her mom.” He knew you were always worried about her coming back and trying to see Sky but you never really said anything until now. He made sure there was never a chance that woman would be part of Sky’s life.

“So it’s okay that she called me that?”

“It’s more than okay,” you two shared a kiss before he went to get ready for bed.

Ethan came home at 10 to find his son doing dishes while the rest of the house was quiet. Sure, Connor had helped do dishes before but he was always helping you, never alone.

“Where’s your mom, bud?”

“Her room.” His son wouldn’t even look at him. He quickly tried to remember if there was anything special about today that he might have forgotten about but nothing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ask your daughter.” He stayed with his back still turned to his father.

“Hey, she’s your sister and you know that.”

“Not when she yells at my mom she’s not.” He threw the plate onto the counter and Ethan flinched at hearing the sound, surprised it didn’t break.

“What do you mean she yelled at your mom?” Sky loved you and sure you two had your arguments nothing was ever this bad.

“She told her she’s not her mom and that the only reason you haven’t left her yet is because ‘she can’t keep her legs closed.’ So yeah dad, she’s not my sister right now.” Ethan knew how protective Connor was of you and he shouldn’t be surprised how he was acting. Connor would always take your side no matter what.

“I’ll go talk to her. I know you’re upset but please don’t take it out on your moms plates.” Connor simply nodded before getting back to the dishes. Ethan took that as his signal to leave.

He headed into your shared bedroom to find the shower on in the connecting bathroom.

“Y/n?” When you didn’t answer he walked further in and saw you sitting on the shower floor, the water doing very little to hide the sounds of your crying.

“Oh babe, come on,” he turned off the water and grabbed the towel you left hanging nearby. He helped you stand and wrapped you up before leading you back to the bedroom. He waited a bit for you to calm down before trying to talk to you.

“Connor told me what happened, and I’m so sorry about what happened. I’m gonna talk to her-“

“How long has she thought that?” You cut him off. “How long has it been since she really saw me as her mom? This whole time? Recently? Did I do something that made her see me differently? I’ve always treated her as my own haven’t I? I don’t understand what I did wrong… if she doesn’t want to call me mom she doesn’t have to but I just… why does it hurt so much?” Ethan heart broke at hearing you question your relationship with the little girl who you helped raise.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n. You’ve been a wonderful mother to her and the others. Sky loves you so much, you have to know that. She got upset, I’m gonna talk to her okay, it’s gonna be okay.” You nodded your head and he gave you one of his shirts to change into.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed now, I’m exhausted,” with that you laid down, ready to just pass out.

Once you were asleep, Ethan left to go talk to Sky, carefully closing the door behind him before heading upstairs to her room. As he passed the kitchen, he noticed how clean the kitchen was and let out a small laugh and shook his head. Connor was a lot like you and one thing he definitely got from you was stress cleaning. He made a mental note to check on him in the morning.

“It’s dad, can I come in?” He knocked on her door and headed in when he heard her let out a quiet ‘yeah.’

“Dad can I go to a concert on Friday?” She looked at him with her puppy dog eyes that usually had her dad saying yes to whatever it was she wanted.

“No. I already know mom said no.”

“She’s not my-“

“Skylar don’t you dare finish that sentence.” She was shocked. Her dad never talked to her this way.

“She has been the one to care for you since she came into our lives. She’s done nothing but love you and you know that. And because she told you no to something even though you know damn well what the rules are, you pull the ‘not my real mom’ card on her? You should be glad she’s not your ‘real’ mom.

“That woman left you the second she could. As soon as the hospital cleared her, she was gone. No explanation other than that she didn’t want you. You want that woman in your life? She never even held you! You know why you haven’t heard from her? Because she doesn’t want any of this. She could have called if she wanted to but she never did, but you know what? You know who stepped up?

“Dad I-“ Sky knew she fucked up earlier but hearing her dad say all of this is making her realize how bad she fucked up.

“Y/n stepped up when she didn’t have to. She took care of the little girl who kept wandering off at stores and made sure she was safe. She dropped what she was doing to pick you up from school when I couldn’t be there. She agreed to move here even though she never planned to leave California because she agreed it would be better for you and your siblings to be here in Jersey. She left everything she knew for you guys. She always felt scared about being your stepmom for this exact reason and it took years to make her feel like she wasn’t just a replacement. I can understand if you don’t want to call her mom, but I’m not going to let you be rude and disrespectful towards her. You’re grounded for a month and you’re apologizing to her tomorrow. Understood?”

“Yeah… dad I’m sorry.” Sky had tears in her eyes, not from how her father was getting mad at her, but from his words. She felt awful about what she said to you.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” He said goodnight to her before closing the door and leaving Sky to her thoughts.

The next morning Sky headed downstairs to find you already rushing out of the house. She glanced at the clock and saw you were already late and when she caught your eye, she could see the pain behind them.

“I have to go, bye you guys,” you closed the door and off you went. Sky went into the kitchen to find Connor helping make breakfast and was serving plates. She also noticed that there wasn’t one for her.

“None for me?” She wrapped an arm around her younger brother only for him to shove her off.

“Connor be nice to your sister,” Ethan scolded him when he saw what was happening.

“Not my sister.” He took his and a few other plates to the table for the others.

“Con…” she felt her heart break and hearing him talk to her like that. She loved her little brother so much and to hear that hurt her more than she thought it would. During breakfast he wouldn’t even look at her, much less pay her any attention.

“Hey don’t worry about him, it’ll be fine.” Ethan tried to comfort her once he saw how hurt she looked when he said that. She simply nodded and went back to picking at her food.

Later that night, dinner was just as tense, if not more since you came home. You hardly said a word to anyone, mostly just the younger kids.

Sky excused herself and placed her plate in the sink before going back to her room. She caused all of this because she couldn’t take no for an answer from the woman who cared about her whole life. Her dad was upset with her. You wouldn’t look at her. And even her little brother hated her now. She laid face down on her bed and allowed herself to cry. Her head was hanging off the side of the bed when she turned and saw something peaking out from under her bed.

The vanilla candle you got her when she ran off to you in the candle shop and her beat up copy of Goodnight Moon were sticking out from underneath. The candle was hardly used, even after all these years. She would only use it when you weren’t there to tuck her in and she would ask her dad to light it while he read to her. It was her reminder of you.

She knew you loved her. She knew how much you cared about her and Sky was so grateful for everything you’ve done for her. She remembers you being there when she woke up scared in the hospital when she got sick. She remembered you sewing up her stuffed dog multiple times because she really dragged that thing everywhere with her when she was younger. She thought of the time she cut your hair and you ended up with this awful bob and you never complained once. And every time a new baby came home you made sure to still give her time to let her now she was still just as loved and important.

And she threw it all back in your face.

She grabbed the book and got up from bed and went to go look for you in the kitchen only to find you gone.

“She’s in the room,” Ethan told her and she mumbled out a quick thank you to him. Sky walked in and saw you laying there with your eyes closed, not sleeping but just taking a moment for yourself. She quietly walked closer and crawled on the bed next to you before laying her head on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t care if I didn’t come from you, I love you so much. I’m sorry about what I said, I didn’t mean it. We love you so much, I love you and dad loves you even more, I shouldn’t have said what I did.” She was sobbing and you wrapped your arms around her. It was getting harder to understand what she was saying with how much she was crying.

“Sky-“

“I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me anymore. I’m sorry mommy,” she buried her head in your chest and continued to cry while you brushed back her hair.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. I know you were just upset,” you felt her wrap her arms around you even tighter. After a few minutes she eventually calmed down and loosened her grip on you and that’s when you noticed the book. She reached behind her and grabbed it before handing it to you.

“Please?” While she was definitely too old for bedtime stories, you understood what this meant for her. She wouldn’t let her siblings borrow the book because it was always hers and yours. Her bringing you the book was her olive branch to you.

“Of course,” you took the book that was being held together by layers of tape and began reading to her. When you finished, you closed it and put it on the nightstand next to you.

“Hey, you’re always going to be my Sky and my moon okay? Nothing you do is ever going to change that,” you placed a kiss on her head and she snuggled into your side even more. The two of you just laid there together and you felt her breathing even out and you knew she was asleep.

When Ethan came into the room an hour later, he found the two of you passed out together on the bed with Sky practically crushing you but you didn’t seem bothered. He snapped a quick picture and posted it.

No matter how old they get, they’re always going to be your baby.

That night he went to bed with two of his girls with him and he knew everything was going to be okay between you two and that was enough for him.

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purplebenjy · 5 years

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1997 Part Three

Ollie starts kissing his neck and Benjy drops his controller. He laughs when his boyfriend picks it up and places it in his hand.

“Keep playing.”

Benjy sticks out his lower lip “but I wanna kiss you.”

Ollie smiles at him and tugs at the back of Benjy’s white tank top, pulling it over his head and pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

“You can kiss me in a minute. I wanna see how long you can last playing the game with me distracting you.”

A thrill shoots through Benjy at that, Ollie’s light eyes suddenly quite dark.

“Um, okay...”

He hits start, and when his screen pulls up the beginning of the level, Ollie starts too. He settles on his knees between Benjy’s legs, kissing down his chest.

“You’re killing me.

Ollie laughs. “You’re so dramatic.”

Benjy watches as Mario flashes twice before falling off the screen.

“I mean literally. In the game.”

They both laugh but Benjy’s turns into a gasp as Ollie presses a kiss just above the top of his jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Eyes on the screen, Fenwick.”

Benjy groans slightly but does what he’s told, his hands tightening on the controls when Ollie undos his jeans and presses a kiss to his erection over his boxers.

“Jesus Christ.”

His voice is too loud, it echoes in his room. Ollie pauses.

“You’ve got to be quiet, Benj. Unless you don’t want me to do this?”

“I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet. Please don’t stop-“

Ollie smirks at him from his position between his legs. It’s the hottest thing Benjy has ever seen.

“I wont stop if you don’t stop. Keep playing.”

Benjy takes a hand and cups the back of Ollie’s head for a minute, takes a breath, and turns his attention to the screen. Ollie keeps kissing him over his underwear, and Benjy heats him chuckle softly when he grows harder at the attention. Benjy lifts up his hips when Ollie starts tugging at his boxers and soon enough he’s naked, playing fucking Super Mario, and trying not to come right there.

“You get to the checkpoint yet?”

“Uh...yeah?” Benjy says, his voice shaking with lust. Without warning, Ollie licks a stripe up Benjy’s shaft, making him moan.

“Ollie...please-“

He whines before he can stop himself, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the screen. Ollie laughs softly.

“Did you just whine?”

“Um...no?”

“God that was hot. You’re so fucking hot, Benjy.”

A noise of need escapes him but he falls totally silent when Ollies lips close around the head of his cock.

“Oh my god-“

He tries to keep playing, his hands shaking so badly the control can’t keep still. Ollie lets out a breath close to a laugh and his hand catches Benjy’s wrist, gently pushing the controller away. It clatters you the floor loudly, but Benjy doesn’t even notice. His hands fist in Ollie’s hair and Benjy forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can take it all in. Ollie’s breath is hot and wet and his mouth feels so perfect-Benjy doesn’t last long. He watches in disbelief as Ollie swallows his cum and collapses against Benjy’s legs. Benjy flops backwards onto the bed, spent and soon enough he feels Ollie get on the bed with him too. “I didn’t last long”

Ollie picks up his hand and kisses his knuckles.

“That’s okay.”

“I meant in the game.”

Ollie laughs and Benjy lolls his head to the side to smile at him.

“That’s okay too.”

Ollie looks so beautiful just then that Benjy almost wants to cry. His hair is framed perfectly by the dark green of Benjy’s comforter, his smile coming to him easy. His smile that’s just for Benjy. He’s not in love with him, but for the first time, Benjy wonders if he could be some day.

“I’m nicer than you.” Benjy says, sitting up on his elbows. Ollie’s smile clouds with confusion.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

Benjy slides off of the bed onto his knees.

“Cause I’m gonna blow you and I’m not gonna play games.”

Ollie’s laugh seems to get stuck in his throat as Benjy starts undoing his pants.

“Ollie did the FUNNIEST thing yesterday-“

“You never shut up about that kid.” Curt says, cutting Benjy off. “You a fruit for him or something?”

It’s Sunday, which means all of his siblings are there to witness Benjy turn bright red.

“No-“

“You never shut up about him. It’s kind of f*ggy isn’t it? You’ve got a crush, sounds like.”

“Hey man, fuck you.” Robbie says, almost spitting at their step dad, before Benjy can get another word in.

“He was in the middle of a story.”

“Robbie-“ Suki says, her voice dangerous.

“Ma, I’m not gonna let this dipshit you married disrespect my brother like that.”

“Robbie, cool it on the swearing maybe?” Jules says, her hands over Izzie’s ears. She catches Benjy’s eyes and smiles at him.

“What was funny, Benj?”

“Forget it.” He says, looking down at his plate. He feels Mack hit him with her foot but he doesn’t say anything.

“Ma, I dont understand why you got married again.” Leo pipes up, his mouth full of potatoes.

“I wont be disrespected in my own house!” Curt says, his pale skin flushing with anger. Drew laughs, nudging Robbie. “His house, you hear that? Hilarious.”

“Enough!” Suki shouts, causing everyone at the table to turn to her in surprise. She never raised her voice.

“Curt is my husband, and as long as you are in MY home, you will treat him with respect.

“That’s the thing Ma, I don’t exactly respect him.”

“Then you can get the hell out of my house, Robert Muhammad.”

The anger in their mother’s face is unnervingly palpable. Robbie sucks his head, his voice low.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

“He was picking on Benjy.” Mack speaks for the first time that night. Her hair has purple in it on the bottom, Benjy just noticed. “You never would’ve let that happen before. You wouldn’t let anyone treat us like that. Not before him.”

“Mackenzie-“

His sister pushes her chair back so violently it falls over, her fork clatters onto the plate and she stomps off down the hallway towards the back door.

“I’ll go.” Benjy says, setting her chair upright and following before anyone else can say anything. He walks out onto the back patio and sees his sister sitting beside the pool, her head in her hands. Benjy rolls up the legs of his skinny jeans and crosses the yard, sticking his feet in as he sits beside her. Wordlessly, Mack puts her head on his shoulder.

“I miss dad.”

Benjy hears the tears in her voice without even needing to look at her.

“I know.”

“You don’t, Bb-“ BB standing for Baby Brother, a nickname he’d only recently grown to like. Usually.

He inches away from her, hurt filling him suddenly.

“Just because I dont remember him doesn’t mean I dont miss him! Do you have any idea what it’s like? Living with fucking Curt? It makes me miss Dad so much cause like-I can almost see what it would’ve been like. But it’s not. Not even close. He’s such a dick. And you all treat me like I’m a stupid baby who can’t stand up for myself or-“

“Hey.” His sister turns to him and takes one of his closed fists in her hands. She rubs on the back of his palm until he starts to relax, just like she used to when they were little kids.

“You’re right Benj. I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me. I wish he was he here. God. He loved us all so much. You look like him the most I think. He would’ve loved that. He always used to joke that we were all Mom’s clones.”

Benjy smiles slightly, turning so he’s the one resting against his sister. He kicks his feet slightly and makes waves in the pool.

“You can come live with me.”

Benjy snorts. “Funny.”

He glances over at his sister and sees how serious her expression is.

“Mack. You live in a studio apartment.”

“We could make it work.”

“How would I get to school?”

“I could drive you.”

He thinks about it. He lets himself picture it. They’d drive each other nuts, but they’d have a lot of fun. He lets it go.

“I dont want to leave mom alone with him.”

“It’s that bad?”

Benjy shrugs. “I mean they fight constantly? About a bunch of different shit. It’s never gotten you know, physical-“

“I don’t think he’d still be alive if it did.” Mack says with a laugh. “Mom isn’t one of those weak people who stays with someone who hits her.”

Neither of them know it yet, but in a few years, Benjy will play this sentiment over and over in his head. It’ll be the reason he keeps his first ever secret from his sister. Now though, Benjy decides Mack can be the one to know the truth.

“He was right though.”

“Who?”

“Curt. I uh, have a crush on Ollie.”

Mack tucks some of his hair behind his free ear.

“Yeah? Are you...are you gay?”

“Nah.” Benjy sits up to look at her. Her expression is soft but hard to read.

“I’m bisexual. But uh, even though I like girls still I...I think I like boys more?”

He hadn’t told anyone that part. Mack takes his hand and squeezes it.

“Whoever you like is okay as long as they’re nice to you. Do you think Ollie likes you back?”

“Well he gave me a blowjob yesterday so I’m thinking yes?”

“Ew!”

Mack laughs and smacks his shoulder. “Don’t tell me that! You’re like, eight still. You don’t know what blowjobs are.”

“Hmm except I knew what they were then too cause I heard Robbie and Drew talking about if they thought Drew Barrymore would give good ones.”

“Oh my god.”

“He’s my boyfriend, Mack. I mean, as much as he can be with me not uh, telling anyone.”

His sister raises her eyebrows. “Mom doesn’t know?”

Benjy shakes his head. “No uh, I dont want to be the subject of more fights with her and Curt. And uh...”

He didn’t wanna lose his mom too. He’s too afraid to say it. Even to Mack.

“I’m just not ready.”

“So I’m the first person you’ve told?”

“Yeah-“

His sister pulls him into a bone crushing hug, her feet knocking against his in the water.

“I’m so proud of you, BB.”

Benjy squirms out of her grasp and fixes his hair.

“Thanks? I mean, I didnt like, decide this or anything.”

“I know. So what was this funny thing your boyfriend did the other day?”

Benjy feels warmth spread through him at Mack’s easy acceptance. At how she doesn’t even have to tell him that she’ll keep his secret. At how she’s still got her hand over his as she looks at him, waiting to hear his story.

“He uh, used both of our skateboards like skis and made me push him around the park.”

“Jesus. He sounds perfect for you.”

“Benjy!” Ollie waves him over from his car on the street. Instead of skating into the park, Benjy skates up along side him.

“Hey.”

They look each other up and down. Benjy lets himself imagine a time in the future where he could greet him with a kiss.

“You up for an adventure today, Fenwick?

Benjy’s face breaks into a wide grin.

“Always.”

They chat about nothing and everything as Ollie drives them to their mystery destination. Benjy sings along terribly to Nirvana and makes Ollie laugh. As they get closer to the ocean, Benjy’s curiosity gets the best of him.

“Where are we going?”

“We’ve never been on a real date.” Ollie says as he slows at a stop light. “Thought I’d change that with the beach.”

Benjy’s heart stops. A date at the beach. Out in the open. Where people can see them together. Where people can see them together and start talking. Where they’re out in the open.

“Ollie-“

“It doesn’t have to be the beach, we can go anywhere really-“

“I can’t.”

As Benjy says that, they pull into a parking lot covered with sand. Ollie doesn’t say anything until he parks. When he turns to face Benjy, pain is obvious on his face.

“How is this different than us meeting at the park?”

Benjy shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “I dunno. It just is.”

“Is it cause I called it a date?”

Yes.

“No.”

Ollie doesn’t believe him. He nods once, his mouth twisting to the side, upset.

“I’m sorry.” Benjy says, almost a whisper.

“No, I’m sorry. Really.” There’s no malice in Ollie’s voice, which almost makes it worse. He’s not pissed-just sad. “You told me you’re not ready. I shouldn’t have pushed it.”

He backs out of the parking space, Benjy’s hand tentatively comes to cover Ollie’s. He watches him smile slightly in profile.

“I want to go on a beach date with you so badly. So bad, Olls. But I-“

“Can’t. I know, Benj. It’s alright. I should’ve said something before I drove out here.”

They don’t say much on the drive back, but Benjy’s hand never leaves his. He was going to tell Ollie that he’d come out to Mack, but it seemed out of place now. When they get to Benjy’s house, instead of pulling in the driveway, Ollie idles on the curb.

“I need to get home. My dad and Chris are uh, leaving for vacation tonight and I wanna see them before they go.”

Benjy hopes his face doesn’t look as crestfallen as he feels.

“Oh okay.”

Another silence.

“Can I kiss you?”

Ollie sighs and smiles at him.

“Of course you can. I’m not being fair.”

Benjy kisses him deeply.

“Maybe not. But you’re allowed to be upset.”

They kiss for several minutes, the strangeness between them disappearing as they bite at each other’s lips.

“I’d come in, Benj. But Chris and my dad really are leaving.”

Benjy laughs. “I believed you.” He kisses him again as the thought crosses his mind.

“So with your sister at camp...you have the house to yourself?”

Ollie’s eyes glint. “I do.”

“Could uh, I come over? Is it rude to invite myself?”

Ollie kisses him. “Absolutely and absolutely.”

Benjy laughs, his hand closing on the door handle as he gets out to grab his skateboard. He walks back to the open passenger door and looks at Ollie, his eyes flitting to his kiss swollen lips.

“Well good. Cause uh, I’m not ready for a date. But I think I’m ready to be done with this whole “Virgin” thing.”

Ollie groans. “Oh my god.”

“If you’re okay with that.”

“You’re something else, Benjy. You know that?”

Benjy grins at his boyfriend, wishing fiercely he could be everything Ollie needs, but glad he can at least be something else.

“Oh, I’m well aware. See you tomorrow, baby.”

Benjy blows him a kiss and turns on his heel to all but skip up the driveway. When he looks over his shoulder, Ollie is still parked, watching him. He waves, his heart skipping a beat, realizing that before tomorrow was over, everything would be different.

He had no idea how right he was.

#drabble #😬

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bythewoodsitgrows · 4 years

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would u do the whole "unique" questions ask game 👀👀 if not just 1-6 :)

i Love answering questions, so ofc i will answer all of them ghfjshdjkgd. i think you mean these? i couldn’t find asks that said “unique” on them that i’ve reblogged recently so... idk! but thank you

(hopefully these are the right ones, if not pls yell at me which ones to answer and i’ll take myself out behind the shed)

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? / closed oh my god, if there’s a murderer i don’t wanna know

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? / nah, they usually aren’t good for my hair and i’m very particular

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? / tucked up under my feet!

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? / no but i’ve absolutely thought about it

5: Do you like to use post-it notes? / yessss

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? / i def use them if i cut them out

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? / i would rather be attack by a bear bc it’s one thing versus like 500 things

8: Do you have freckles? / yes! i love them

9: Do you always smile for pictures? / yah pretty much! that or a funny face

10: What is your biggest pet peeve? / people who i dont know just... touching me. or people who don’t follow store rules

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? / noppeeee

12: Have you ever peed in the woods? / god no

13: What about pooped in the woods? / no

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? / i am Always Wiggling

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? / nah, i chew my mouth

16: How many people have you slept with this week? / none

17: What size is your bed? / right now its a queen

18: What is your Song of the week? / how do you sleep by sam smith, i love them so so so much

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? / yes its just a color

20: Do you still watch cartoons? / i dont watch much of anything tbh

21: Whats your least favorite movie? / chucky. any chucky movie.

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? / the bottom of the sea

23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size? / i’m neither. my hat size is large

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? / ketchup or sweet n sour sauce!

25: What is your favorite food? / mustard and pickles, gag

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? / i have seen resident evil: apocalypse and ocean’s 8 about a million times each. also ponyo and spirited away

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you? / the last person to kiss me on the lips shall not be named

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? / nopeee

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? / uhh, nah, i don’t think i would

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? / it’s been a while. i want to do that again

31: Can you change the oil on a car? / i don’t even know where to begin

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? / no, i got a parking ticket once though

33: Ever ran out of gas? / not that i can remember

34: Favorite kind of sandwich? / philly cheesesteak beechhh

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? / biscuits and gravy, with bacon and orange juice

36: What is your usual bedtime? / around 1 am, best case scenario

37: Are you lazy? / no i have executive dysfunction issues

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? / i just loved any reason to wear my cape lol

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? / i am an earth rabbit!

40: Are you horny? / dhjalhgfjg wild question. sometimes?

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? / nope. i used to be subscribed to gameinformer tho

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? / legos! but the big ones, not the little ones

43: Are you stubborn? / yes.

44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman? / gag me

45: Ever watch soap operas? / yesyesyes i used to LOVE watching k-dramas

46: Are you afraid of heights? / not especially

47: Do you sing in the car? / yes

48: Do you sing in the shower? / yes yes

49: Do you dance in the car? / yes yes yes

50: Ever used a gun? / nope, and i don’t want to

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? / when i was graduating high school

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? / i want to BE in a musical, i love them. yes they are cheesy

53: Is Christmas stressful? / yeahhh

54: Ever eat a pierogi? / a wot

55: Favorite type of fruit pie? / apple or cherry

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? / i wanted to be a pediatrician for the longest time

57: Do you believe in ghosts? / yes.

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? / constantly, all the time

59: Take a vitamin daily? / yep!

60: Wear slippers? / oh yeah

61: Wear a bath robe? / nope, they’re not comfy

62: What do you wear to bed? / either a hoodie and shorts, or just shorts

63: First concert? / green day, revolution radio tour in 2016 or 2017!

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? / target! i love kmarts though

65: Nike or Adidas? / adidassss

66: Cheetos Or Fritos? / cheetos!

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? / peanuts but only boiled, otherwise sunflowers

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? / i don’t know her

69: Ever take dance lessons? / in elementary school!

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? / not really? probably something similar to whatever i end up doing i guess?

71: Can you curl your tongue? / yes ;)

72: Ever won a spelling bee? / nope, always close but no cigar

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? / yah all the time

74: Own any record albums? / nope

75: Own a record player? / nope

76: Regularly burn incense? / yes! i love it

77: Ever been in love? / yes. it’s a really lovely feeling.

78: Who would you like to see in concert? / lana del rey or allie x currently

79: What was the last concert you saw? / some tribute band to some other band, i can’t remember right now. but the guitarist threw his guitar pick in my shirt, so that was fun

80: Hot tea or cold tea? / both!

81: Tea or coffee? / both!

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? / sugar!

83: Can you swim well? / not that well, but i probably won’t drown

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? / yep! for a while, about 2-3 minutes

85: Are you patient? / depends

86: DJ or band, at a wedding? / a band sounds so nice

87: Ever won a contest? / yeah! a writing one, forever ago

88: Ever have plastic surgery? / oof no

89: Which are better black or green olives? / olives are a sin

90: Can you knit or crochet? / i can do both! but i prefer crochet

91: Best room for a fireplace? / the livingroom? would it be anywhere else?

92: Do you want to get married? / yes, someday.

93: If married, how long have you been married? / i’m not

94: Who was your HS crush? / i was too busy breaking and getting my heart broken to have crushes that mattered

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? / no, ofc not

96: Do you have kids? / nope!

97: Do you want kids? / idk! i don’t think i want to have them myself, if i ever do

98: Whats your favorite color? / green and purple

99: Do you miss anyone right now? / god, i miss so many people. i just moved, so i miss basically everyone in my life.

#anonsanonsanons #asks #question meme #thank you lovely

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luke-got-me-feeling-hemmotional · 6 years

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Christmas (Preference #4)

Luke

“Babe, do you want all the boxes down? Like things that aren’t for the tree?” Luke yells from the loft. “Uh, yeah, please.” You shout back, from the kitchen where you’re starting dinner. Luke nods to himself, and grabs a box, climbing down the ladder and sets down the box on the floor. After a while, Luke manages to bring all the boxes down and they’re all placed by the tree. Luke begged you for you to allow him to put the tree up these past couple of days, but you said it was too early, so now it being the 8th of December, you finally caved and agreed. So whilst you were at work, he went and got the tree and by the time you were home it was ready to decorate. “You ready?” Luke questions as you walk in, wearing a Christmas jumper, holding a cookie you bought on the way home. “Sure.” You nod and open up one of the boxes. “We should really get some new decorations baby, we’ve had the same ones more or less for the past 3 years.” You tell him as you peer into the other boxes. “I did get a small collection last year, from when I was on tour.” Luke replies, taking a bite of your cookie that you’d almost forgotten in your hand. “You got like 3.” You deadpan and take some fairy lights out. “More than you.” He sassily speaks and grabs the other end of the lights. “Should I put some music on?” You ask, as you take out your phone. “Yeah.” He shrugs and starts to wrap the lights around the branches, as the beginning beats of Christmas Time (Dont Let The Bells End) by The Darkness begin to play. “Why do we have so many glittery snowflakes?” You question, picking out some things to hang on the tree. “This is gonna be a bitch to clean up.” You add. “Okay all the lights and bead things are on the tree, now you can add whatever you want.” Luke announces as he takes the few steps over to you, running his hand down your back. “Wasn’t this your mum’s?” You ask, holding up a shiny reindeer. “Something like that.” He nods and picks up some red tinsel.“And that’s that.” You say as you place the star on the tree. Stepping down from the chair, walking over to Luke to admire your work, and he slings his arm lazily over your shoulders, his fingers subtly copying the beat of the song on your collarbone. “Does it look right to you?” He asks. “I think so.” You answer, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Wait, I know what will make it right.” You claim and leave the room for a second, coming back 5 minutes later with the cat and a framed picture of Draco Malfoy. Leaning the picture against the trunk and then putting the cat under the tree, all she does is sniff it. “Really brings it all together.” You purse your lips as you admire it. “Yeah, totally.” Luke replies unsurely. “What’s next?” Luke questions. “I want to put some fairy lights around the front door.” You tell him. “That would look cool.” He agrees and picks up the lights, following you into the foyer. “How on earth are we supposed to get these up there?” You ask as you look up. Your house has got really high ceilings, one of the main reason why you bought it to be honest. “Edna.” You call the cat, she comes trotting up to you guys, and you lift her up, seeing if she can reach it. “No?” You question, bring her to your chest. “You did good.” Luke compliments as he stokes under her chin. “Why dont you get on my shoulders, see if you can reach it from there.” He suggests. “Could work.” You nod and put the cat down. Luke kneels down by the stairs and you stand on the third step, putting one leg after the after on his shoulder. “You ready?” Luke asks. “Yep.” You answer and let out a little squeal when he stands up. “I’m gonna trip over this cat.” He mumbles as he walks over to the wall. “Okay, this is good.” You comment after a while of taping the lights to the wall. “We’re a good team.” Luke says. “Always have been, baby.” You tell him and press a kiss to his head.

Michael

Although everything is nicely decorated at your house, seen friends and family a lot recently, pretty much everything is perfect, you can’t help but feel lonely. You’re asleep with half a cold bed, there’s only one plate on the table, there’s always plenty of room on the sofa, and there’s only your shoes by the door. You’re missing your other half. The one that makes everything okay. You knew when you started getting close with Michael that he’d be gone a lot, but that was a fact you were willing to take on. Saying that, it does make the time you do have together, a lot more special. The last time he went, you bought a dog so the house wouldn’t feel so lonely. It’s not like you can just join him on tour whenever you fancied, you were tied down to your job, and you loved it too much to quit. Usually you and Michael decorate the tree and around the house together, but this year he wasn’t around, so you had to do it yourself, and it wasn’t the same. There were no laughs, there were no kisses that made you forget all about it, there was no Michael wrapping tinsel around you, there were no boys that come over towards the end of it, and there were no Christmas songs sung together. You tried to get into it, but it didn’t feel right without Michael. He said he’d be home by the 19th, and when he told you, you both got a little upset, because this time of year is always special for you two, but sometimes things happen and you can’t help it. Usually you’re alright with him going on tour for a long time, but this last stint has just gotten to you. It’s not like you’re sad all the time, you’re just down sometimes, and you miss not only Michael, but all the boys. Today your whole family and family friends, were at your parent’s house for a family Christmas type thing, because your family is spread out all over the country, and some people want to spend time with their own family on Christmas, so it’s the only time people can get together this time of year. You’re spending Christmas with Michael’s family this year, so you wanted to have a Christmas with your own family. The majority of the time you were happy, interacting with everyone but now that the meal is over, and everyone is spending time with their partner or family, you feel lonely. Just sitting in the corner with your dog and your phone, watching everyone be with their loved ones. “(Y/N) do you want anything else to eat?” Your mum asks you. “No thanks, I’m still recovering from lunch.” You joke and rub your stomach. “Alright, love.” She smiles and asks some distant cousin the same question. “You alright kiddo?” Your dad asks, sitting down next to you. “Yeah, I’m just missing Michael.” You sigh, petting Buster your black Labrador’s head. “He’ll be home soon enough.” He reassures. Your dad and Michael have always gotten on, which shocked you because when you bring home a boy who’s got dyed hair, an eyebrow piercing, and multiple tattoos, usually it doesn’t sit too well, but they got along really well, they could’ve talked forever if you didn’t pull Michael away from your dad that day. “Yeah, it’s just this Christmas hasn’t been the same this year, I know it’s only the 14th, still quite a lot of time left, but I like spending Christmas with Mikey, this is the first time he’s been away during the holidays and it doesn’t feel right.” You vent as Buster begins to readjust himself right on top of you, then looks up at you, asking what’s wrong, making you smile as stroke his side. “When’s he due home?” He questions. “19th.” You answer and the doorbell goes off, making Buster whip his attention towards the direction of the door. “A little birdie told me something else, go get it.” He teases and you look at him suspiciously, but get up anyway, the dog getting up with you and following you towards the door. “Who is it Buster?” You get him all excited and he starts jumping around, wagging his tail and his mouth wide open. Opening the door, you look up, being met with the person you haven’t seen in 5 months. “Michael!” You grin and step outside wrapping your arms around him, his arms doing the same to you. “You’re actually here.” You breath as you pull back from him, but still having your arms around his shoulders. “Yeah, I am.” He nods, using the same tone as you. “Can’t believe it.” He adds, holding your sides tight. “But you were supposed to be home on the 19th.” You remember. “Suprise.” He chuckles and connects your lips with his, something you’ve both been missing since he left. Michael tucks you closer towards him by your waist as you kiss him. “I love you.” He mumbles against your lips. “I love you too.” You repeat, as you always will, and he connects your lips again, but before it can get into anything serious, you feel some paws jump up at you both. “Oh I’m sorry.” You laugh and stroke his head. “How could I forget you?” Michael cooes and kneels down on the floor, beginning to fluff up his fur. “Did you miss me?” He chuckles as Buster goes crazy. “Looks as if he did.” You comment and Michael looks up at you, a smile growing on his face. He wraps his arm around your hips and rests his chin on your stomach. “Did you miss me?” He asks. “A lot, a lot more than I thought I would.” You confess, and run your hand through his hair. “Well I missed you a whole lot too.”

Calum

“Charlotte, baby, stop eating the batter.” You chuckle as she sticks her hand in the bowl, with a a little chocolate around her mouth, all she does is look at you with a curious look. “Finn you wanna change the song?” Calum asks your son, running his hand over your back as he walks past. “Yes, daddy.” He nods and picks up Calum’s phone with tiny chubby fingers, the beginning tune of Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass by All Time Low coming on, making you chuckle. “How come Char gets to eat the cake and I can’t?” Finn asks as he sees his sister. “Because I’m mummy’s favourite.” She smirks at him. “Here.” You take a wooden spoon with a little bit of batter on it and hold it to his mouth. “By the time we put it in the oven, there’s not gonna be any left.” Calum comments, walking towards you guys, lazily slinging his arm around your waist. “Charlotte, stop eating.” You stifle a laugh and take the bowl from her. “Come on, babygirl.” Calum smiles at her, picking her up from the stool she was on, taking her to the sink to wash her face and hand. “Mummy.” Finn mumbles against your leg. “Yes?” You raise an eyebrow. “When’s uncle Ash coming?” He looks up at you. “Soon, baby.” You assure stroking his head. “Uncle?” Charlotte questions. “Yeah, uncle Lulu is coming as well.” Calum tells her. “But first we’ve gotta finish this so no more eating.” You add and turn around, beginning to tip the mixture into a cake tin, with the help of Finn. “Okay, who don’t you and Charlotte go into the living room, and play with your remote control cars.” You suggest, and Finn bolts off the chair and runs off down the hall, Charlotte shortly following him. “You look pretty.” Calum mumbles, pressing himself against you from behind, placing his hands on your waist. “Thank you.” You chuckle, beginning to fill the sink up so you can do the washing up. It’s Christmas eve, and all the boys are coming over, it’s kinda a tradition that they come over on Christmas eve and you all eat a lot of food, and the boy’s bring over a present for Finn and Charlotte. “You look pretty cute too.” You add. “That’s nice.” He mumbles against neck, causing you to lean to the left slightly. “Yeah.” You agree, turning around so you’re facing him, and wrap his arms around his neck loosely. “I. Love. You.” Calum says between eveey peck. “I. Love. You. Too.” You do it back, making him smile. You brush your lips against his, making him groan appreciativly, tugging you slightly closer to him. Calum smiles into the kiss as Fairytail Of New York plays in the background, suddenly a remote control car interrupts you as it drives into your sock covered feet. You pull away from Calum and look behind him, seeing Michael and Finn, Michael with a smug smirk and Finn with a excited smile. “We have visitors.” You inform and walk out of his grip. “Hi Michael.” You drawl. “Hi Y/N.” He copies your tone. “Hey.” Calum greets, picking up Finn, whispering to him and he walks into the living room, you and Michael follow him in. “Hey guys.” You smile, watching Luke interact with Charlotte. “Hi.” Luke greets and uses Charlotte’s hand to wave at you, making her giggle. “So how’s your- oof.” Ashton gets cut off by Finn jumping on top of him. “How come every time you come over you steal my children from me?” Calum huffs sitting next to you. “And me.” You raise your hand. “I don’t know, I guess we’re the favourite.” Ashton shrugs. “Right Charlotte?” Luke asks. “Yeah.” She mumbles, playing with his necklace. “I need to finish washing up.” You inform and get up, letting go of Calum’s hand. “I’ll help you.” Calum says and stands up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No funny business.” Michael smirks and you give him the finger. “Y/N, you are around children!” Ashton scolds. “Yeah, my children.” You tell him and head to the kitchen. After a while you’ve finished washing up and putting everything away, with some help with Calum, although you would’ve gotten through it all a lot faster if Calum wasn’t there because every other minute he wanted to either kiss, cuddle, or dance to the music, and by the time you were finished, the cake was done and you got a small flutter in your stomach, and a small smile made it’s way on your face. You told Calum to go into the lounge as you decorated the cake, your nerves building up. “Mummy!” Charlotte squeals and runs up to you, wrapping herself around your legs. “Uh, yeah?” You raise an eyebrow looking down. “Luke was tickling me.” She mumbles, glaring at Luke and he just smiles smugly at her. “I want to be the favourite uncle.” Michael whines as Charlotte goes over to Calum. “Well maybe you’ll be the favourite for this one.” You suppress a grin, avoiding their confused gazes. You leave the room for a second, coming back with a cake that has icing on it that read baby #3. Placing it on the coffee table, biting your lip as Calum reads it, his face lighting up. You’d been trying for a while now but haven’t had any luck, it’s nearly been a year and a half since you’d been trying. “No way.” He shakes his head with a grin, standing up, coming over to you. “Are we really having another baby?” He questions, holding your arms in his hands. “Yeah.” You nod with unshed tears in your eyes as you smile at him. His smile widens and he brings you in for a hug, pressing a kiss to your head. “How long have you known?” He asks as you pull back. “A couple of days.” You answer, wiping away the few tears. “I love you so much.” He chuckles and connects your lips together. “Hear that Finn and Char, you’re gonna have another sibling.” Ashton tells them as Calum presses a hand to your stomach.

Ashton

“Come on Y/N it’s almost Christmas!” Ashton encourages you as you look up at him from your laptop, unamused. “I know.” You reply, going back to your laptop. “You’ve gotta get at least a little festive.” He claims. “Hey, I wore red lipstick the other day.” You tell him. “Okay, a lot to more than that.” He emphasises. “I live in a decorated house.” You offer. “Yeah, that I decorated.” He huffs. “I helped decorate the tree.” I inform. “Babe, you put like 3 baubles on and a bit of tinsel then ate a load of Quality Street.” Ashton corrects you. “I’m so festive in the eating department. I’ve eaten so many chocolate coins, Santas, Quality Street, Celebrations, Roses, and so many mince pies. Get off my dick.” You say, making him laugh. “I’ll give you that, but it’s not the type of festivity I’m looking for.” He tells you. “What do you want me to do? Wrap myself in fairy lights every morning? Add a little tinsel to my outfit? Use baubles as earnings? Wear antlers 24/7?” You question. “Wouldn’t mind it.” He shrugs. “You only listen to 3 Christmas songs, which are All I Want For Christmas Is You covered by My Chemical Romance, Thank God It’s Christmas by Queen, and Christmas Time (Don’t Let The Bells End) by The Darkness.” He sends you a knowing look. “I listen to Wonderful Christmastime and Fairy Tail Of New York, thank you very much.” You explain as Ashton puts on some Christmas music, making you sigh. “Like, how can you not like this?” Ashton asks as Last Christmas by Wham plays. “I never said I didn’t like it.” You claim. “Then why don’t you play it?” He raises an eyebrow, sitting next to you, slipping an arm around your shoulder. “I don’t know.” You shrug, leaning against him. “I’ve known you for almost 5 years now, and you never get into Christmas, you might go to a Christmas party, but you don’t dress up, you just drink and socialize. Isn’t there a picture of you where Luke wrapped some tinsel around you and you look so unimpressed?” Ashton laughs. “I just don’t get it, I don’t get the hype, it’s one day that’s hyped up for 24 days, and it’s always underwhelming on the day, and there’s always so much pressure for it to be a good one.” You explain your view point. “I can see that, I guess. What about when you were a kid?” Ashton questions. “I was kinda the same, never got into the festivities, I just got excited for the presents.” You reply. “You rarely ever go home for Christmas, since we’ve been dating you’ve only gone home twice.” Ashton points out. “2 reasons for it guess. One because usually I was working over Christmas and all my Jehovah friends would come round and we’d socialize and throw a mini party. Then second because my parents always argue on Christmas, they always do, and it ruins the whole day, and in a sense it’s kinda ruined the whole season for me. There’s always so much pressure for them to not and you end up skirting around certain topics and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.” You explain. “Aw babe.” Ashton glances down at you with sympathy. “It’s fine, I’ve used to it, it’s not as bad as it seems because me and my siblings have some fun on our own.” I shrug. “Where are you spending Christmas this year? Last year you spent it with my family.” He questions. “Uh, I think my dad wants me to go down, but none of my siblings are going, I’ll feel bad if I don’t go because they’ll be on their own.” I sigh. “You’re always welcome with my family, you know.” He tells you. “I know.” You smile and peck his jaw line. “Now let’s dance to this song.” Ashton smirks, pulling your laptop off your lap and placing it on the coffee table. “Nooo.” You whine as Ashton drags you up and into the open space, as It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The year by Andy Williams plays. You stand still, your arms dangling by your side as Ashton dances around you as if he was in some kind of tribe. “Come on, dance.” Ashton giggles, clutching onto your forearms, shaking you a little. With an eyeroll and a huff, you befins to shuffle your feet, joining in halfheartedly as you laugh at Ashton’s dance moves. “No, you can’t grind to a Christmas song!” Ashton whines making you laugh. “Let me lead.” You chuckle and begin to dance with Ashton, taking the reins as Ashton has a goofy smile. “You’re cute, my little Grinch.” He laughs, pulling you into a hug. “You’re cute as well my little Who.”

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your body as a museum of careless gestures (biadore) - dylann

A/N:

Adore’s impulsive, sure.

But she’s more “don’t sober up at all for 36 hours because you’re sad you can’t randomly drop your own responsibilities and fly out to Europe” impulsive than “actually fly out to Europe” impulsive.

(or

Bianca is vulnerable, homesickness is a real bitch, Europe is very far away and plane tickets are unreasonably priced. Also, old patterns are hard to break, especially when you don’t even want to break them.

A reunion fic, everyone. That’s what this is.

Drag names and she/her pronouns for both throughout most of this. Shoutout to Dare for some solid constructive criticism and noticing my missing paragraph breaks.

Content warnings for mentions of weed and alcohol; sex; minor breathplay)

They FaceTime once, in early August, while Bianca’s at an airport somewhere in Europe, and Adore’s shitfaced in Seattle.

She’s home after a local show, still in full makeup, but she’s pulled her wig off and her own hair is piled up at the top of her head in a messy approximation of a bun. Her phone keeps flashing on every couple of minutes, lighting up with various notifications.

Bianca liking a recent Instagram post, or the occasional tweet, or commenting on pictures they’re both tagged in. It’s the clear signs of someone who’s bored and in some sort of situation where they can’t do much besides fuck about on their phone.

Adore knows she shouldn’t text because— well, because she isn’t having the best night anyway, and while talking to Bianca might help at first, it’d probably fuck her up worse in the long run.

She’s stripped down to her underwear and the remnants of a practically destroyed Sex Pistols tank top when her phone buzzes again. It’s another Facebook comment, and she caves.

To Bea 🍹 (3:27:02am) how the fuck bored are you??

Bianca fires back a 😂 almost immediately, and then types a response. The three dots that indicate her thinking pop up a few times, until she settles on

To Adore 🔞 Delano (3:30:03am) Airport. Plane’s delayed.

(3:30:12am) cafe’s not even open, I hate Europe.

Adore mutters “No, you don’t,” to herself as she situates herself in the middle of her bed. Last night’s bowl is still half-packed at the sill of her open window, and she thanks past-Adore for being so considerate as she picks it up and takes a hit.

And then she remembers Bianca can’t actually hear her.

To Bea 🍹 (3:31:45am) no you dont

(3:31:57am) can i call you???

To Adore 🔞 Delano (3:32:05am) 🙃👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

Adore props her phone on her nightstand, and tilts the small reading lamp so it hits her face from the right angle. She’s wearing very light sea green contacts, and she knows for a fact her eyes look stunning.

The connection takes a moment and then the black screen lights up to reveal Roy who looks like a parody of an airplane traveller. He’s clearly exhausted and bleary-eyed under the rim of his baseball cap, and he’s wearing a plush fuchsia pink travel pillow around his neck like a goddamn statement piece.

Adore lets out a delighted laugh, and then goes,

“You look horrible.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Roy laughs, giving his camera a long look. “Isn’t it, like, way past your bedtime?”

“Has anyone ever told you you use emoji like a thirteen year old girl with a secret Instagram account?” Adore fires back.

“Are you calling me old?” Roy asks, feigning offense well enough that it makes Adore break and she shoots the camera a shit-eating grin as she nods and lights up her bowl again.

“Call me old one more time and I’ll buy a house somewhere in central Europe, take up farming, and never fucking come back,” Roy threatens lightly.

“No one would miss you here,” Adore says, perhaps a second too late to be funny.

Roy doesn’t answer, which is fine. Adore is usually obsessed with filling silences, like it’s her personal responsibility to make sure everyone’s constantly entertained. Roy’s an exception.

They’ve been silent around each other enough that it hasn’t felt awkward in years.

“How’s Europe?” she asks eventually.

“Fun. Loud. Really fucking hot,“ Roy shrugs. He reaches up and presses his thumb against the bridge of his nose before rubbing along the outline of his eye socket. It’s rare and unsettling to see him that quiet and clearly drained.

Adore smokes and watches him as she contemplates how okay it’d be to say what’s actually on her mind.

“Hey, Bea?” she says quietly, as she shifts to lie down on her stomach.

“Yeah?”

“You look really tired. But um— I hope you’re just tired? Europe’s not making you, like, sad, is it?” Adore trails off for a second and presses her eyes shut as she refocuses. “That’s dumb. I mean. A continent can’t make you sad, right? I don’t know—“

“I’m fine,” Roy says and his face lights up with a small, fond smile which makes him look more like himself. “How are you doing? You look—“

“Fucking wasted?” Adore supplies. She aims for a joke but it just kind of comes out tired and flat. Plus, selling Roy the whole act is kind of pointless. “Yeah. I had a weird night, I don’t know. The whole album thing is fucking stressing me out.”

“People are gonna love it,” Roy says quickly, earnestly. He seems more awake. “They’re gonna eat that shit up.”

“You’re supposed to say that ‘cause you love me,” Adore whines jokingly, but then he just shrugs and nods in agreement, which makes her soften. “Thanks. Honestly. It’s just so— people wanna hear the old shit, you know? And the new stuff’s so different, I just— what if they don’t wanna hear it?”

“They keep asking for the old stuff ‘cause they haven’t heard your new stuff,” Roy reasons. He’s holding his headphones’ microphone close to his lips and it sort of feels like he’s in the room and talking directly to her if she closes her eyes.

“You’re right. Thanks, Bea,” she sighs, and then bites her lip as she adds softly, “I miss you.”

“Come to Europe,” Roy laughs a little. He can always recognize when she’s on the brink of some sad spiral and can usually pull her right back out. Adore opens her eyes to watch him laugh at the camera.

It’s impossible not to smile back.

“Right, are you gonna fly me out?” she laughs, making a show of pursing her lips at the camera.

“You wish,” Roy grins, and then his eyes drift over to something out of frame. Some sort of airport announcement comes through the speaker of Adore’s phone, entirely too far away and jumbled to be understandable.

“Hey, listen, I gotta go,” Roy says. “I might finally get to make it to a plane.”

“Awesome, fly safe,” Adore nods, scrunching up her nose as she fights off a yawn.

“You get some rest,” Roy adds. “This was fun, let’s—“

“More often. Yeah. I’ll call you.”

Adore smiles, and they say their goodbyes and hang up.

And then they don’t talk again for weeks.

***

The morning after the last FaceTime call, Adore had woken up with a screenshot of her own bank account, and a bunch of screenshots of various potential flights on her phone. Looking at them (and maybe the hangover) had made her sick, and she’d deleted them with her eyes half closed.

Adore’s impulsive, sure.

It’d been days, maybe weeks, after the call when an ad had popped up on her Instagram feed, quite aggressively advertising Bianca’s upcoming gig on Fire Island.

New York is, in comparison to central Europe, closer.

Closer, easier to get to, slightly more reasonable.

So Adore had called her manager and said she’d do that one interview she had scheduled over the phone, and that she was going to be out of town for a few days. Her manager wasn’t impressed, but it was just a weekend, and she’d already made up her mind.

She doesn’t really call or let anyone else know she’s going.

When she walks into the club, the security guard gives her and her ID a long, curious look, but other than that, it’s dark enough that no one really notices or pays attention to her.

She’s wearing a Bianca t-shirt she’s mercilessly cut up into a douchey tank top tucked into a short, faux leather mini skirt with an unnecessarily chunky zipper in the front. Underneath the tank top, she’s in a lacy black bandeau that only draws attention to the boy chest, which is the exact effect she’s aiming for. The tight fishnet covering her legs culminates in heeled combat boots. Her hair is long and black and just messy enough that from afar, she looks like she could be just another girl here for the show.

It’s great, and she feels kind of incognito, even though she’s not necessarily trying to hide. She’s just not here to put on a show, either.

When she gets a drink, the bartender shoots her a knowing grin and says this one’s on the house, she only smiles back and thanks him and doesn’t argue. There’s being lowkey, and then there’s just being plain stupid.

The club is already pretty full, and it’s crowded by the time Bianca takes the stage to host.

Adore doesn’t quite care for the actual event and she lets herself be distracted watching her even when she’s off to the side, and clearly not supposed to be pulling the focus.

It’s impossible for Bianca not to pull focus. In a bodycon dress that somehow manages to be both leopard and floral and still be incredible, she looks like every wet dream Adore’s ever had. Bianca’s focused and attentive, she watches each performance and laughs along, and her lips are so shiny, and her eyes are so bright, and Adore is so tempted to make her way over to the stage and pull her off now, like she can’t wait another minute.

But the reality is, she’s waited this long and now that she’s here, Adore wants to do this right. So she sits back, accepts a couple more drinks from the bartender, and lives out her groupie fantasy, screaming and howling with laugher as if she’s just there to prove she can be louder than everyone else in the club.

At the end of the show, Bianca performs a number and the crowd goes wild, and Adore wants to be cheering with them, except she’s transfixed, breathless as she watches Bianca in her element.

“It never fucking gets old,” Adore yells at the bartender once Bianca’s left the stage. Her ears are ringing.

“She’s great,” he agrees, sliding another refill across the bar for her.

“She’s the best,” Adore corrects. “Can you send her a large gin backstage? Tell her it’s from a fan who claims to know her.

The bartender laughs and fixes a drink, and Adore, who’s only human, watches the sway of his hips as he walks through an unmarked door behind the bar which presumably leads backstage.

When Bianca comes out (from a different door, off to the side), she scans the club past the faces of people who notice her and either try to flock to her, or take a few steps back in some sort of classical awe. She glances around with a look Adore has come to realize means she’s expecting to see an acquaintance who’s dropped her name in hopes for a drink and a catchup.

Then, Bianca notices her and her entire face shifts.

Adore watches her face go from a public, performative smile through shock, through defeat, all the way to blossoming into a genuine smile within a split second. Bianca mouths something in her direction and heads over, and Adore’s heart is pounding so hard in her chest that it makes her cough.

Then, Bianca’s in front of her and pulling her into a hug, and saying into her ear,

“You motherfucker.”

Adore laughs loudly, pulling back just enough to catch Bianca’s eyes and grin at her.

“You absolute motherfucker,” Bianca repeats. “You could’ve called—“

“I wanted to surprise you,” Adore shrugs, as if it’s that simple, and Bianca softens.

“Well, I am surprised,” she laughs. Her hands are still around Adore’s waist and she’s becoming more aware of that by the second. “But I left my drink in the dressing room so we’re gonna have to continue being surprised there.”

Adore just nods. She picks up her glass and follows Bianca through the crowd. When Bianca reaches back, she slips her hand in hers, and hopes the club is just dark and confusing enough that no one would see.

***

“I can’t believe you just pulled this shit,” Bianca says as they walk into the dressing room, which is cool and only illuminated by the lightbulbs that line the mirror.

She closes her eyes for a split second and Adore watches her stage poise and energy leave her body like air from a recently popped balloon.

“I wanted to see your face,” Adore shrugs, and squeezes her hand as she brings herself closer. “Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve watched you—“

“Tonight wasn’t that good,” Bianca says quietly. “It’s not even technically my show…“

Adore bites her lip, and takes a sip of her drink as she says,

“I wasn’t gonna push but— are you okay? I mean, you seem—“

“I’m okay,”

Bianca pulls her hand away from Adore’s and walks around to sit down on the makeup chair, her back turned to the room. Adore just kind of stands there, swallowing uneasily once they break contact. Bianca is never like this, and witnessing it is terrifying, and Adore’s chest is tight as she attempts to figure out how she’d help the most.

“I just feel like I’ve been away for so long, you know?” Bianca says suddenly. Her voice is barely audible over the dull, unrecognizable bass that filters through the walls. “I’m not even sure if I’m away from— This summer’s just going by so fast. I feel like I’m always catching up with people. Like, tonight, when I stepped out—“

“You looked fucking terrified,” Adore supplies. She’s taken one cautious step towards Bianca’s chair and is hovering there.

“‘cause I was,” Bianca agrees, and it comes out in a shaky laugh. “Fuck, Adore, I was so worried I was gonna have to sit down and have a chat with some local queen I haven’t seen in years and make it look like I’m having the time of my life, you know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

Years of sharing dressing rooms have taught Adore that usually, Bianca would be out of all of her drag by this point. Now, she’s just sitting there, her eyes distant as she looks into the mirror but not really at herself.

Adore sighs and walks the rest of the distance to the makeup table, planting herself directly behind the chair. She drapes her arms over Bianca’s shoulders and crosses her wrists at her chest. Bianca’s hand comes up to cover her wrist, pressing down just a little, as if she’s afraid Adore might pull back.

Bianca’s nails are a dark shade of greenish gold and they glitter as they catch the mirror light. Adore wants to tell her she’s never looked more beautiful.

“It just gets kinda lonely,” Bianca says, quiet enough that Adore isn’t sure if it’s for her at all. She doesn’t answer.

Instead, she moves her hand just a little underneath Bianca’s, so she can run her thumb along the side of Bianca’s hand. Bianca sighs and closes her eyes again. Her eyelashes cast long shadows down her cheeks.

Adore doesn’t move, just lets Bianca breathe and take in the physical weight of her presence, lets her be quiet until she seems a little bit more grounded. Adore can feel it under her arms when Bianca exhales a long breath and her shoulders relax.

“Well, I’m here now,” Adore says finally, quiet and intimate, and it feels like dipping one toe in cool water.

She hasn’t planned this far in advance, never knows quite where they stand when they’ve been away from each other for so long, only knows that she’s here, and she’s here for Bianca, in whatever capacity Bianca needs her to be.

“Yeah— motherfucker,” Bianca repeats softly, in an almost-laugh. “You’re here.”

Then, she makes the choice for Adore.

Bianca pushes the chair back and stands up, turning around to face Adore in one swift, decisive motion. Adore catches her eyes and when Bianca tilts her chin down in the slightest of nods, it’s enough.

Adore launches herself forward, resting a gentle hand at the curve of Bianca’s neck as she kisses her with all the intent of an innocent death row inmate who’s been granted one last wish. Bianca responds almost immediately, her hands coming to rest at the small of Adore’s back. Adore (who, again, is only human) rolls her hips into the touch, which gets a noise halfway between a groan and a laugh from Bianca. It sounds more like her than anything Adore’s heard from her so far tonight.

“Missed you,” Bianca whispers once she pulls back. Up close, her eyes are so incredibly bright.

“I’m here.”

“You are.”

They exchange reassurances in a terribly familiar rhythm, and something in Adore’s chest twists a little. It must show on her face because Bianca says “Shhh” even though she’s silent, and is then she’s kissing her again.

This one lasts longer. Bianca licks her way past Adore’s dark plum lips and all Adore can do is respond in small, breathless sounds as she drops one hand down to grip the table behind Bianca, essentially trapping Bianca between herself and the tabletop.

A bunch of lipsticks fall down and maybe something rolls off the table, and Adore lets out a careless laugh into Bianca’s mouth. Her world feels lighter than it has in months. She doesn’t want to think about it at all.

Bianca distracts her, luckily, as she drops her hands past her ass to brush her fingers under Adore’s skirt. Underneath the thin layer of fishnet, Adore’s — unsurprisingly — untucked and wearing the tiniest briefs which leave most of her ass bare. Upon making that discovery for herself, Bianca lets out a laugh which is both appreciation and utter defeat.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Adore Delano,” she hums, pulling back to draw in a very deep breath.

It’s overdramatic but earnest and Adore feels so fucking wanted.

“I dress to impress,” she says sweetly.

“Jesus,” Bianca whispers, and her exasperated smile reaches all the way to her eyes. “Shut up.”

Adore laughs loudly, and it comes from deep in her chest. This is easier than anything else she’s done in so long. She knows Bianca feels the exact same way because she’s still laughing as she kisses her again.

By the time Bianca pulls back again, Adore’s hard and dizzy and the only coherent thought in her head is a vague curiosity about whether the door to the dressing room locks.

“Where are you staying?” Bianca is asking quietly. The outline of her lipliner has blurred and her eyes are dark and bearing so much promise it makes Adore’s head spin.

She grins in response.

She has one bag — a way too expensive designer carryon — that she’d dropped at a friend’s apartment before explaining that no, she didn’t need a place to crash, just storage room, thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

She hadn’t bothered with a plan B.

“You bitch,” Bianca laughs fondly. “Yeah. Come on.”

***

Bianca’s hotel room is tiny and taken over almost entirely by the bed in the center. There’s a suitcase half-open in one corner. The lights are off, and the room is instead illuminated by the pale orange glow of street lamps filtering through the (truly hideous) cream tulle curtains.

Adore’s head is swimming. She lets herself fall back onto the mattress, laughing breathlessly as she props herself up on her elbows to look at Bianca who pauses a few steps away to kick off her heels.

“Hold on—“ Bianca starts, heading over to the small table in front of the mirror.

“No, no, no,” Adore says quickly. “No time. Come here—“

Bianca laughs as she stretches to pull the zipper of her own dress down.

“Fine. Just this, then,” she negotiates and Adore nods, and falls silent as she watches her strip and unclip her wig to pull it off.

It’s rare for Bianca to stay in drag when they hook up, but de-dragging takes too long, and Adore is too turned on to survive waiting for her any longer than she absolutely has to.

Plus,

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Adore whispers, lowering herself onto her back as Bianca crawls on top of her. She’s completely naked now and it’s purely instinct when Adore reaches for her cock. Bianca catches her wrist and pulls her hand away, her lips curving in an amused smirk.

“You’re so fucking impatient,” she says quietly and Adore responds with a low groan because Yeah, no shit, aren’t you?

“You’re right,” Bianca agrees, still smirking like some wicked demon of temptation from the depths of Hell when she comes down to catch Adore’s lips in a messy kiss. Adore’s all about hyperbole when it comes to Bianca.

And then Bianca’s grinding her hips down as she licks a hot stripe down the side of Adore’s neck, and literally nothing in Adore’s entire life has ever felt nearly as good.

“That’s cute,” Bianca comments, her lips almost brushing the thin strip of leather. Adore’s wearing a simple one-ring choker, and her face turns a deep shade of pink the second Bianca decides to acknowledge it.

“Told you,” she smirks, and manages to school her voice into an almost challenging singsong. “I dress to impress.”

“Stop talking,” Bianca replies lowly, hooking a finger through the ring to tug Adore up as she kisses her again. Adore’s eyes fall shut and she gasps helplessly into the kiss, and then all she can do is part her lips for Bianca’s tongue.

Adore’s tank top and the lacy bandeau are long gone. She’s still wearing the skirt, and tights, and briefs, and that’s three layers too many, and she’s so uncomfortably hard, and Bianca knows and is ignoring her because apparently, Bianca likes to torture people.

(Which is, on occasion, actually true. And welcomed. Just—)

“Bea,” Adore whines, actually whines, because this is unbearable. “Not right now, Jesus, please.”

“No?”

“No. Come on, I’m done waiting, fuck me now, please,” the last word comes out indignant, as if she’s only saying it to be polite but she doesn’t really want to. It works for Bianca, apparently, because she lets go of the choker and refocuses both of her hands’ attention to unzipping Adore’s skirt.

The zipper goes all the way down and the skirt comes undone.

“You thought this through,” Bianca hums, audibly entertained, and Adore drives her hips up in response because Hurry up, yeah I have, I want this, I’m ready, hurry up.

Bianca peels her tights and her underwear down her legs at the same time and brings them all the way down to her ankles but doesn’t take them off.

“I like the boots,” she explains, breath heavy and hot against the inside of Adore’s thigh. “We’re keeping them on.”

Adore feels filthy, like this part of it is somehow taboo, and her dick is already slick with precome against her stomach. She crosses her ankles and lets her knees fall open to the sides, and Bianca responds with an appreciative groan which makes her twitch.

Adore keeps her eyes closed as she listens to the distant sound of a plastic cap popping open, and then two lubed up fingers are pressing against her and she’s gone.

Bianca preps her quickly, efficiently, because any attempt she makes at slowing down is met by Adore with disjointed sounds of protest and helpless jerks of her hips.

“Now,” she moans eventually as she hovers with her hips pushed off the mattress, desperately trying to get more of Bianca. “Now, I’m ready, come on, fuck me now.”

A moment passes in which Bianca considers making her beg, just to get a rise out of her, but Adore is a picture of uncensored want with her messy hair spilling across the pillows, and her flushed dick, and the small crease in her forehead, and frankly, Bianca’s growing too impatient to tease.

Adore cries out loudly when Bianca pushes into her, sending stars flying behind her closed eyelids. Bianca’s propped a pillow under her hips and the angle is torturous and absolutely fucking perfect. Adore’s thighs shake with tension as Bianca thrusts all the way in, almost too slowly, letting Adore adjust to the sensation. It’s already so much, and yet not nearly enough.

Bianca moves experimentally and it draws a soft whimper from Adore. “Yeah— I’m ready, come on.”

And then, Bianca’s off. She grips Adore’s hips to tilt her up and picks up the pace as her nails dig half-moons into Adore’s ass. Adore is incoherent, meeting each thrust with small moans and broken, disconnected swearwords. Her lips are parted and swollen and glossy with spit, and Bianca stares in admiration for a moment before arching down to kiss her.

Bianca kisses like Adore’s darkest secret is hiding at the back of her mouth and there’s never going to be another way to get to it. It’s disorienting, like walking through darkness. Adore’s ears are ringing. Bianca pulls one hand away from her hips and a second later she’s tugging on Adore’s choker again. This time, she hooks her index finger under the strap and pinches it between the knuckle of her middle finger and her thumb. The leather digs into Adore’s throat and she feels it like fireworks at the back of her skull.

Bianca keeps her lips just out of reach as she tightens her grip on the choker, and it drives Adore to crane her neck, desperately chasing after a kiss she can’t quite reach. The leather digs into her neck and she coughs right as Bianca thrusts her cock deeper inside of her, at a slightly different angle which makes Adore want to scream.

The sound that comes out is closer to a strangled whine, and Bianca meets it with a low laugh which makes Adore blush. Her chest is so tight she feels like she’s one second, one stray touch, one jerk of Bianca’s hips away from bursting wide open.

“Bea—“ she starts, and it’s barely sound. She gasps, dragging in more air. Bianca’s grip doesn’t falter. “Bea. I’m—“

Adore’s voice breaks a loud moan as Bianca drops her hand to her cock. Bianca laughs quietly, breathlessly, as she tightens her grip and gives her a few experimental strokes. Adore accompanies each stroke with a whimper as Bianca picks up her pace so her hand can match the rhythm of her hips. Adore’s brow is beaded with sweat and her hair is sticking to her face and she looks absolutely gone as she drives her hips up, over and over, in an endless race to meet Bianca halfway.

She comes first, with Bianca’s name in a sharp moan on her lips, cum streaking through Bianca’s fingers and onto her stomach.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Bianca groans quietly, arching down to trace kisses along the red mark lining Adore’s neck as she keeps fucking into her in deep, quick thrusts, chasing her own release.

Adore is shaking, spent and oversensitive and unabashedly loud as each move sends a new wave of aftershocks through her body.

When Bianca comes, she goes perfectly still, perfectly silent, her eyes pressed tightly shut and her lips parted in a soundless scream. Adore, who’s watching her through heavy, hooded eyelids, chokes out a moan instead of her.

Then, the only sound Adore can focus on is her own heartbeat pounding in her ears as Bianca lowers herself down, burrowing her face against Adore’s neck. She doesn’t quite kiss this time, just rests there, her breath warm against the cooling sweat on Adore’s skin.

Adore drifts. It takes a minute, or maybe an hour, she’d never know for sure, and Bianca’s growing soft inside of her but neither of them moves. Adore’s limbs feel heavy, inoperable, and she thinks distractedly that maybe that’s not too big of a deal, maybe she can just be there for the rest of her natural existence and she would be okay with that.

Then Bianca moves. She pulls herself away slowly, carefully, like she doesn’t mean to disturb, and Adore still winces at the loss.

“Gotta get you cleaned up,” Bianca says softly. Her voice sounds raw, spent, and Adore finds herself hoping it’s still like that tomorrow. She wants people to talk to Bianca and know.

The sound of the bathroom sink running and Bianca’s footsteps sound so far away and Adore closes her eyes, lets them lull her into a half-sleep as her body cools down and stops shaking.

Minutes later, perhaps, Bianca returns with a warm, damp towel, and Adore breathes steadily as she cleans her up, too tired and too gone to do much but accept it. Then it’s more footsteps, to the bathroom and back.

Then, Bianca’s hands are working her boots open and pulling them off, along with the mess of fabric tangled around her ankles. It feels private in a new sort of way, as if this is where the moment would usually have to break but Bianca’s not letting that happen. Adore’s chest tightens and she lets out the smallest noise as she swallows dryly.

“You okay?” Bianca asks, all gentle attentiveness, as she climbs up and rests behind her, one arm coming to drape over Adore’s hips, her hand angled up to rest at her sternum.

“Yeah.” Adore’s throat scratches, and she knows she’ll wake up needing water. Bianca makes a sound like she doesn’t quite believe her, so Adore amends, “I’m here.”

Bianca laughs. It’s almost inaudible but Adore feels it against her back.

“Yeah,” Bianca whispers. She presses her lips against Adore’s shoulder and holds them there for a long time. “You are.”

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A/N: the title is from this poem which you should definitely read, it’s beautiful.

#dylann #biadore #adore delano #bianca del rio #angst #hurt/comfort #weed cw #alcohol cw #breathily cw #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant

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trimaplenut · 7 years

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Title: The Language of Flowers

Pairing: Naegiri

Words: 2222

Rating: T

Based on this prompt

i dont know shit about police stuff or law dont quote me on any of it

“How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”

Makoto’s mouth hangs open, unable to reply immediately. He’s had troublesome customers and some odd requests before, but he’s never had someone storm into his family’s flower shop, slam twenty bucks on the counter, and ask something with as much barely-contained frustration as this woman has.

He’s also never had someone come into his shop that immediately makes him think please go out with me.

The woman, who looks to be the same age as him—great!—lifts a hand to her head and threads her fingers through her locks. Her hair, long and straight and colored a soft, light lavender, slips through the gaps of her gloved hand, cascading down her shoulders and back. It mesmerizes him as she repeats the action over and over again, and his fingers twitch as he wonders what it would feel like. In contrast to the tinge of annoyance in her voice, her facial expression is a cold, hard wall that betrays none of her thoughts or feelings. But rather than pushing him away, it just makes Makoto more curious—what emotions are hiding behind that iron mask of hers, why keep them secret from the world?

And her eyes—dear lord, the things he could say about them. If her hair was soft and light then her eyes are harsh and bright, a vivid sea of amethysts shining and twinkling in the sunlight from the windows, staring straight at him as if they could see every inch of his soul, slowly filling with… confusion…?

Makoto blinks.

Right, he’s in the shop. She asked him a question. He’s supposed to be doing his job.

How long has he been staring? He’s pretty glad the place is empty right now.

“U-Um,” Makoto stammers as his brain is harshly pulled back to reality. What was the question again? Something about swearing with flowers. His eyes dart around the shop’s shelves and survey the different species of plants they have on display. “There’s not really any one flower that means… that, specifically…” He’s sure he can think of something for her, though. He skirts around the edge of the counter—

Ouch, his hip! Gah, that table edge is a lot sharper than he thought!

Suck it up, don’t embarrass yourself in front of her!

He bites the inside of his lip to keep the pain out of his expression and scampers about for the different flowers he needs.

After several minutes, he now has numerous pots spread out across the counter, each containing flowers of differing species and a slightly varying color from the others. “But if you had a bouquet of these flowers,” Makoto continues, “I think that would work.”

She doesn’t reply immediately. Instead she inspects each pot of flowers, one by one, before finally turning to the florist standing beside her. “In all honesty, I hadn’t expected you’d be able to fulfill such a request,” she finally admits.

Makoto scratches his cheek. “Aha… I’m a bit of a dork when it comes to flowers.”

He freezes the instant the words leave his mouth. Idiot, why would you admit that to a stranger? A really, really pretty stranger?

“O-Or, well, that’s what my sister says,” he adds on quickly. “Or said. When we were… When we were younger…” His face flushes a little in embarrassment. Great recovery. Absolutely flawless. From now on, his mouth requires permission from his brain before he speaks a single word.

Her lips curve upwards and Makoto’s heart nearly skips a beat. “I’m thankful for it, regardless,” she replies. She tucks some of her hair behind her ear and lets out a sigh. “The previous three flower shops I visited weren’t able to help me.”

The smile drops from her face and it fills Makoto with unexplainable dismay. “W-Well, I’m sure they did the best they could,” he stammers. “I only know a useless thing like flower language because I was bored one night.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say such a skill is useless,” the woman argues, folding her arms across her chest. “You never know when that knowledge could benefit you in life. For a florist like you, if you know the meaning behind flowers and can explain it to your customers, it can add more impact to a bouquet or arrangement.” The small smile returns to her face. “And it certainly isn’t useless to someone who desires a certain meaning over color or appearance, such as myself.”

Makoto stares for a moment and then laughs. “I guess you’re right! Honestly, yours is the first time I’ve taken a request where the meaning isn’t a generic one of love or friendship.” He looks down at the ground to try and hide his flushing face. “I’m pretty lucky to know what I do, otherwise I wouldn’t really know where to start.”

She reaches out with a gloved hand and gently strokes one of the flowers’ petals. “So what do each of these mean?”

“Those are geraniums,” he answers promptly, “which mean stupidity. Foxgloves mean insincerity, meadowsweet is uselessness, yellow carnations mean ‘you have disappointed me’, and orange lilies are for hatred.” Makoto shrugs self-consciously at his knowledge. “It’s a pretty striking bouquet—full of color and loathing.”

He doesn’t think his face has cooled down yet, but he can’t avoid looking at her forever. Not to mention it would be pretty rude of him. He raises his head to see the woman smile with satisfaction. “Perfect. I’ll take it.”

“Can I ask who’s it for?” Makoto says, a minute or so later, as he hands over her purchase in exchange for the money. “It’s… quite a strong message.”

For a few seconds, her expression remains blank and he thinks he isn’t going to get an answer. But then her lips curl into a smirk and she gazes down at the flowers as if picturing something amusing in her head. “Someone who deserves it.”

Makoto lets out a small chuckle. “I’ll remember not to get on your bad side.”

The woman eyes him for a brief second before letting out a noncommittal hum. “Mmm.”

Was that the wrong thing to say? She clammed up all of a sudden but her response doesn’t give him a good idea of where he went wrong. He averts his eyes for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “Have a nice day.” As she reaches the door, Makoto suddenly gains confidence and waves at her. “Please come again!”

She doesn’t reply as she walks out the door. Makoto watches her through the store’s windows until she disappears from sight. He relaxes his weight onto his elbows and lets out a happy sigh. A dorky smile stretches across his face.

He really hopes she comes again.

“I would think that a detective like you would exhibit more attentiveness, especially after I made the effort to come all this way to this peasant hole.”

Kyoko bites the inside of her cheek, takes a deep but quiet breath in through her nose, and then breathes out. “I would think it’d be clear to you that—”

I have better things to do than satisfy your infuriatingly massive, attention-demanding ego.

“—I currently have a lot of paperwork that needs to be completed, and I would like to get home sometime before next Sunday,” she instead finishes. She just needs to keep up an act of civility. It’ll be worth it in the end.

“Do you think that excuses the delay? You are wasting my time. Unless those papers are related to the retrieval of my property, your prioritizing leaves much to be desired.”

But boy, does he make it difficult.

He being Byakuya Togami, one of the witnesses in her recently closed murder case. Originally, he was only involved as the employer of one of their suspects. Then it turned out that their original crime scene was a setup and the true scene of the murder was in an office building owned by Byakuya, committed by said employee. She managed to speak with him a maximum of three times during the case, and each time wondered what she was doing back in the same room as the insufferable smug bastard.

If she had her way around here, somebody else would’ve already given him back access to the office and she’d never have to see him again, but since he’s the heir to the Togami Conglomerate, one of the biggest and most influential businesses in the area, her boss had made it clear to Kyoko and her coworkers that he would be treated with the utmost respect—lest the police department suddenly find themselves short several thousand dollars of funding.

And that means leaving him in the company of the most competent detective in the precinct. Who is still immensely busy and no longer has the patience to deal with him.

And despite it, she still turns to him with a calm expression. “I’ve already organized to have the appropriate documents processed. I’m afraid all there is to do now is wait.”

Byakuya’s demeanor hardly improves, but he does recognize that continuing to belittle her won’t speed anything up, so he clicks his tongue and glares at a spot on the wall. An unfortunate officer walks in his line of sight and receives the full force of his fury. The officer stumbles for a moment, looks around to try and determine why she’s getting glared at, and then nervously walks away in a hurry.

Kyoko glances up, catching sight of the interaction as she reaches for her mug of coffee, before turning her attention to her drink. She takes several gulps of the hot beverage before returning to the paperwork.

“What sort of punishment will that plebeian scum receive?”

Or trying to return to the paperwork. Kyoko doesn’t look up as she replies, “It’s out of my hands as to what sentence they’ll give him. But he’s been charged with second-degree murder—I imagine he’s getting life with no parole for at least ten years.”

Byakuya’s lips twist into a sneer. “Let it be a lesson to him, and to anyone else who dares think of sullying the Togami name in such a manner.”

She can tell that most of the detectives within earshot are irked by his comment, questioning how he can put his family’s reputation over the fact someone was murdered. Kyoko’s personal opinion is slightly different—that the fact the truth was reached was more important than some flimsy sense of justice or status—but that’s neither here nor there. Not when the conversation topic offers her an opening.

“But, speaking of the case…” Kyoko reaches under her desk and pulls out a bouquet of flowers she’d purchased earlier. “Here.”

Byakuya raises an eyebrow. “What are those?”

Oh, the urge to respond with the obvious smartass answer is strong, but she can restrain herself on this one occasion, all things considered. “They’re as thanks. Your assistance was quite helpful, perhaps even vital to solving the case.”

He was helpful in that it saved her waiting for a court order to investigate his office building, but she would’ve gotten her way regardless of his level of cooperation.

They’re both distracted momentarily when another detective approaches Kyoko’s desk—he’s somewhat new but she can’t say she remembers his name immediately. He angles the folder in his hands towards her and says, “I’ve got the papers for Mr Togami, Detective Kirigi—”

Before he can even finish, Byakuya stands up from his chair and snatches the folder out of his hands. And then, just when she thinks she spent twenty dollars on a failed opportunity, the bouquet disappears from her grasp.

Case officially closed.

Kyoko turns to the detective and inclines her head. “Thank you for the papers, Detective.” The man flushes a little from the praise and tilts his hat down to hide his face. She turns her head as he leaves and focuses on Byakuya as he heads for the elevator. Only when the elevator doors obscure him from view does Kyoko’s expression transform into something smugger.

One of her coworkers, Yui Samidare, levels her with a look of confusion. “Kyoko, did you just give the asshole flowers?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” she asks incredulously.

Kyoko smirks. “To let him know exactly how I feel about his attitude.”

She returns to her work as Yui starts yammering and blurting out whatever comes to mind—first of which is an accusation of attraction towards Byakuya, which thankfully doesn’t take long at all for Yui to change her mind about. Then she just demands to know exactly what Kyoko was up to with the flower gift—because if anyone has an ulterior motive to everything they do, it’s Kyoko Kirigiri.

Said schemer completely ignores what her fellow detective is saying. Her pen flies across the paper in front of her, but in all honesty, she’s not focusing on that either. Kyoko’s thoughts are solely occupied by the florist she met.

She wouldn’t have been able to carry through with her plan of subtle revenge had it not been for him. She’ll have to thank him for his assistance. Kyoko’s eyes wander across her desk until they rest on her mug. Perhaps she could ask him out for coffee one day. He was pretty cute, too.

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #naegiri #maple writes

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batsysims · 7 years

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100 QUESTIONS NO ONE ASKS

I was tagged by @tickledsims ty ily!!

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? CLOSED when i was younger my little sister had a baby doll that would talk on its own at night and we called it the demon baby and hooooly shit

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? i dont take those bc my hair cant take cheap hair products but i do take the soaps!!

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? i put the mattress cover sheet thingy on my bed but i dont use an actual sheet :/

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? nah lol

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? YES i love using office supplies i could spend all day at staples omg

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? no lol but il save the lil receipt coupons and find them in my wallet months after they expire

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? hhhhh bees

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? yep!! i love them its why im scared to use foundation i dont wanna lose em

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? i either smile or if my moms takin the pic il make a stupid face

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? i have terrible road rage...... um........... i also hate it when men interrupt me i just walk away at that point

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? yeah i pretty much count everything

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? i dont think so??

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? def not lmao

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? i have an eating dance, a drinking dance, and a video game playing dance hahaa

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? yes ugh it annoys me but i cant stop

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? at LEAST 0

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? i think its a single? a single or a twin either way im miserable send help

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? ummm probably You by Weird Milk?? its the most recent song i added on spotify so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? yeah def unless its one of those “real men wear pink shirts” like just.... stop

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? sometimes my sister makes me watch stevens universe?? il watch phineas and ferb too bc honestly who doesnt anime too but not always cartoon ones or w/e

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? 2001: A Space Odyssey and Daughters of the Dust come to mind

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? u kno where ;) no how big is the treasure?? if its a lil bit id put it in that drawer under the oven bc my family never uses that but if its BIG TREASURE id hide it in the backyard of the last house i lived in bc a. nobody lives there now and 2. its totally overrun with green bc of like two floods

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? water! only water ever

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? honey if theyre mcnuggets but other than that i use honey mustard!

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? chicky parm

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? honestly Inception is my feel-good movie

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? a lil babu

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? i was in girl scouts much longer than i ever wanted to be lmao WISH i coulda done BOY SCOUTS

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? if cash is involved absolutely

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? aboutttt three months ago!

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? no but i can watch

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? when i first got my license yea :( 15 yr olds are dum

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? twice! very good memories

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? egg salad gud

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? the all star breakfast at waffle house yasssss

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? honestly like 9 since i always have to wake up at 7 in the am but il stay up til 11 if i can

37. ARE YOU LAZY? absolutely when have ACTIVE ppl done ANYTHING

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? i was usually a cat bc i never could find a costume i liked smh but when i was 2 i went as winnie the pooh lmao

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? ox!

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? just english but im tryna learn spanish and japanese and im fluent in french if a two year olds speech patterns can be considered as such

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? nah

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? LEGOS lincoln logs are big with nostalgia thoooo

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? with dumb shit yeah but i usually just dont care enough abt stuff to deal

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? theyre both old idc

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? no lol

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? not really tbh i like the adrenaline

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? if im alone!! nobody deserves to hear that

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? nahhh

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? when im in the drive thru haaaa

50. EVER USED A GUN? id like to go to a shooting range some time but ive never used one im also very anti gun so i probs would never buy one unless it was a cute lil glock i can handle well

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? st patricks day it wasnt technically for me tho

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? not in general but when ppl start obsessing over a certain one for months on end abt a certain time period and certain performers and certain songs and certain people of history i start wanting ppl to die

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? YEAH I NEVER HAVE MONEY WTF

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? my sisters obsessed with them so yea but never like. authentic polish potato pockets or anything just a frozen box of em

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? apple?? im not rly into pie tbh

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? ive wanted to go into law enforcement/criminology my whole life!! for a sec i wanted to be a firefighter, a journalist/writer/poet, and some sort of artist but u know how kids are

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? i tried to find that clip from malcolm in the middle for like ten mins but i couldnt yea

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? doesnt everyone tho?

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no im a bad adult

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? nah

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? im not rich!!

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? usually just my undies but when im living with other people il wear a soft shirt and my dc heroes pajama bottoms ayyy

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? ive never been to one! i was gonna go see metallica in baltimore but i moved before i could smh

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? walmart sry targets cool but too much money!!! i go there for home things tho does kmart still exist

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? ADIDAS ive been trying to get a full adidas tracksuit for YEARS

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? fritos! i like the super hot cheetos tho

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? peanutsssss

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nope but they must be good im keepin @tickledsims response bc it made me laugh

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? when i was a lil babu i took ballet and gymnastics a lil later

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? i hope to never have a spouse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? yep

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? ive actually never even had a spelling bee im sure theyre a myth

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? i think so??

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? nah

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? nahhhhh

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? no but i had a roommate who did i fell in love

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? yeah ok lol so one time when i was a sophomore my french teacher had to use a substitute teacher and hes the reason i believe in love at first sight im STILL in love with him wtf ive also had a bf haha im hilarious

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? i dont really do concerts so i couldnt say but i think matd would be fun!!

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? oh my god

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hot!!!!

81. TEA OR COFFEE? coffee!!!!!!

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? i dont rly like either but i prefer snickerdoodles over sugar

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can only do that weird frog swim i forget what its called so no im shit at it

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? ye

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? if im able to distract myself?? it also depends on the severity of what im waiting on i guess

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? probs a band i guess i dont rly think abt that kinda stuff sry

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? when i was four i won a coloring contest at the ice cream store

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? nope im poor 89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? both are good!

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit but i cant crochet

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? fckn bathroom

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? not rly unless its a partnership longlasting romance stresses me out especially with financial responsibility etc

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? -20 years

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? my high school boyfriend hahaaa h,,,,

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? im an adult sry

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 1!

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? nope! lmao i love her tho

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? red but i also like many others??? idk

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? ummm not rly?? im not close enough to anyone to miss them and those i am close to im able to hang with

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT? god uhhh if you havent done it already and want to, @dreambot @nebula-simms @ellowynsims and @pixelbloom

#tag challenge #nonsims #ty lol that was fun

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fadedmelody · 7 years

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100 Questions Tag!

tagged by lovely liv ( @nebula-simms ) ty!

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? closet? :’)

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? never been in a hotel tbh

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? idk i just sleep with a blanket

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? no??

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? yes i do! i usually use them to remind me to post something on tumblr or take/edit some screenshots :)

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? i never use coupons oops

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? ok for the long run i think bees because even though they could hurt you.. not as much as a bear so?

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? i have them across my nose and under my eyes :)

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? idk, not usually because im a ~poser~ and i have a horrible smile

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? im stealing this answer from liv, when people walk *so slow* at school and like.. do they not want to get to their class on time?

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? nopee

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? no?

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? no?

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? maybe if i’m doing something like cleaning my room

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? i used to chew my pens but not anymoree

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? 734635437927837.3

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? single :’)

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? black and gold by Sam Sparro :)

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? of course!

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? not reallyyy unless it’s a film or something

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? ooh idk

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? ooooh probably in my room somewhere because no one would ever find it :’)

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? water, i can’t go like 2 hours without water i stg

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? usually ketchup :)

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? vegetarian spaghetti bolognese omg :’)

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?

Tangled omg, i love that film ;-;

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?

ooh idk (wow mia you havent answered a question like that yet)

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?

nopee

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? not rn? since i’m a minor ;-;

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? when i was like 7 i think oops

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? nope

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? i can’t even drive lmao

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? no because i can’t drive lmao

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? chicken and stuffing fite me

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? waffles

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? ok recently its been like 12am but its usually around 3am or something

37. ARE YOU LAZY? lordt yes

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? yesss i still do i cri

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? rooster binch

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? english and french :)

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? nope

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? lego i guess bc i’ve never heard of lincoln logs?

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? a little bit i guess, because whenever i have to pay someone and they’re like ‘nah it’s alright’ im like nO TAKE MY MONEY

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? who dat

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?

noo

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

i mean if i was stood on top of a skyscraper ig i’d be scared :’)

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? only if the music is loud enough for people to not hear me

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? ok sad story we only have a bath at my house so no

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?

no?

50. EVER USED A GUN? no because they’re not legal here unless you have a hunting license i think

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? ooo when i was a baby

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? obviously musicals like hamilton and in the heights aren’t but some are

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? yess because i have to worry about what gifts i have to get my friends and family w/ the little amount of money i have and the little amount of time i have?

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? nope

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? imma be basic ig so apple

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? i used to wanna be a vet until i realised you’d have to put animals down so hell no

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? ye boi, i mean it’s hard not to in my house :’)

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? not reallyyy i think its just when i’ve actually done that thing before

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

nope

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

nope

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? a dressing gown? is that that? then yes ig sometimes

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? whatever i fall asleep in tbh

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? never been to onee

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? tescos 4 lyfe

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? nike

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? we don’t have them here

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? peanuts

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? umm no but ik what it means lol

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? nope

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? oh shit idk

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? nope, everyone else in my family can do it tho

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? never been in one

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? this is really sad but i cried when i got ts4 because like.. no way my mum agreed to me playing it because she thought it was about sex & strippers :’)

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? nope

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? yes but i think my mum only has a few records

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? umm no

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? ye boi

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? owl 👏 city 👏

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? never been to one

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hott

81. TEA OR COFFEE?

tea binch

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? wth are snickerdoodles

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can float but if i even think about water on my face i hyperventilate like.. sometimes i think im gonna drown when i WASH MY HAIR

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yep!

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? to a certain extent

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? idk

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? yess i’ve won a few ik i have but idk what they were

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? nooo

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? errr none?

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit a little bit

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? living room? i dont want fire near my stuff or even in my house for that matter

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? umm i guess idk

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? lol

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? idk i’ve had more than 1? is that bad??

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? nooooo im not a lil biatch

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? um how about no

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? idk maybe

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? purple

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? yes >:>

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT? um idk if you guys have done this/want to do this but i’m gonna tag @femmesim, @bananahut, @wanderlust-sims, @loniden, @faeflowr, @skywardpalms, @lilwisp, @kotiij and anyone who wants to do it :’)

#ask game #non sims #be quiet mia #tagged in #fadedmelody

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