#so weird to see him ringless

[steddiealltheway]

Steve doesn’t know how exactly Robin was able to convince him to be her plus one to her ten year high school reunion. The previous year, he had ignored the invite and gone on with his life without regret, but something about Robin’s offer was tempting.

Maybe he wanted to see Nancy although she had escaped his mind for quite a few years now. He knows she married Jonathan, and they’re living happily ever after, so the idea of seeing them is a bit repulsive.

In all honesty, he just can’t say no to his best friend. Which is how he has ended up stranded in the renovated Hawkin’s High School gym, staring off at Robin who excitedly ran off to say hi to her old band friends.

Steve wanders to a table filled with different snack foods and drinks, snatching up a water bottle and unscrewing the lid. He’s in the middle of a sip when he hears, “Steve Harrington?”

He slowly turns around, trying not to groan. He knew someone would recognize him eventually.

He freezes up a bit when he realizes it’s Eddie Munson.

They had formed a weird sort of acquaintanceship back when Dustin was adamant that they meet. After growing up a bit and coming to terms with his bisexuality, Steve was quick to realize that he had had a bit of a crush on the boy. But since it took a few years, he was sure that anything with Eddie was just another missed opportunity.

Maybe he can change that.

He smiles and replies, “Eddie, why the hell are you here, man? I thought you’d never come back.”

“Free food,” Eddie replies, holding up a plate he’s piled high with food. “And what are you doing here? I thought you graduated a year earlier than me.”

“I’m here as Robin’s plus one.”

The smile on Eddie’s face falters a little bit as he looks down at his plate. “So, you two are um..”

“No!” Steve is quick to clarify. “Still best friends and everything between us is platonic with a capital p.”

Eddie’s face lights up a bit before his eyes flicker down to Steve left hand, taking in his ringless finger. “So, are you umm…” Eddie turns a bit red and clears his throat. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Steve tries not to smile too wide at the question. “No, are you?”

“No.”

The answer makes Steve’s heart beat a little faster. He looks Eddie up and down quickly, taking him in again, noting the way that aging seems to have only made him more attractive. “You look good,” he can’t help but say.

“You do too,” Eddie replies. “Still have that gravity defying hair of yours.”

“And you still have that curly mane. At least, I’m assuming that’s what’s tied up in this bun,” Steve says, tucking a loose curly strand behind Eddie’s ear.

Eddie mumbles out, “Yeah,” almost as if he’s in disbelief about the whole thing.

And yeah, Steve’s not going to back down anymore. He places a hand on Eddie’s lower back and leads him off to a more secluded corner of the gym. “You know, looking back I think I had a bit of a crush on you,” Steve confesses.

Eddie’s eyes search his suspiciously, not believing what he’s said. Slowly, he relaxes and asks, “You’re not kidding?”

“Not at all,” Steve says with a shrug. “It took me a while to realize it, but there’s a reason I was so insistent about picking Dustin up from all his Hellfire things. At first, I thought it was just because I love the kid so much, but I didn’t have an excuse for why I waited even longer if you didn’t walk out with him.” He knows he’s laying it on heavy, but he’s not going to let this opportunity pass again.

Eddie puts his plate down on the floor and holds out his hand. Steve takes it quickly, letting Eddie pull him right out the gym doors and down the school hallways.

Steve laughs while asking, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere secluded!” Eddie replies, trying a doorknob to a class room, groaning when it’s locked.

Steve helps him, trying all the doors until one finally swings open. “Eddie!”

Eddie looks to him and practically runs inside the classroom, pulling Steve inside and shutting the door behind him, successfully trapping him against the door. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Tell me then.”

Eddie smiles. “From the moment I caught you making out in the bathroom with some girl, and I was forced to hide in the stall.”

Steve laughs loudly. “There’s no way!”

“You made me late to class and got me a detention! But the only thing I was mad about was that that girl wasn’t me.”

Steve trails his hands over Eddie’s chest, moving up his neck and into his hair. “Well, we can change that now.”

“Yes please,” Eddie says, leaning forward to meet Steve in the middle.

The kiss is sweet and filthy, taking him back to his teenage years. If only he had realized his feelings back then, he could’ve possibly done this sooner.

He hears the lock to the door click behind him, and Steve has never felt more onboard for a hookup. As they both make their way back to whatever teacher’s poor desk, Steve can’t help but wonder if this will be his only shot with Eddie. Something about it makes his heart ache a little.

But as Eddie breaks the kiss and easily lifts Steve onto the desk, he asks, “So, I was thinking we could possible get dinner after this if that’s okay with you?”

“More than okay,” Steve says, kissing him again before pulling away. “Just to be clear, you mean that as a date, right?”

“Yes,” Eddie says before tugging Steve’s tucked shirt out of his pants.

After that, Steve doesn’t really have any more coherent questions or thoughts.

Later, when he finds Robin, she gives him an unimpressed look while trying to suppress a smile. “So, you and Eddie had fun catching up.”

Steve smiles and agrees, glancing back at the door where Eddie walks into the gym shortly after him, hair now completely down and ruffled and shirt seemingly on backwards. He smiles at Steve and waves, completely blowing any cover that they’ve tried to make. But Steve doesn’t care as he waves Eddie over, hoping that he’ll remain as a permanent figure in his life.

For now, he thanks Robin for convincing him to come to her reunion.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #stranger things #robin buckley

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Snowed In

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: what happens when you're the last two in the office on Christmas Eve and the roads are closed due to an unexpected blizzard?

Warnings: divorced touch starved hotch, Agent reader, blizzards, alone at Quantico, cuddling, flirting, making out, face sitting, munch hotch, teasing, p in v smut, soft dom hotch, spit, biting, fluffy aftercare

word count: 5.3k

The weather forecast for Christmas Eve didn’t look nice… but you can’t really call out of work at the FBI for ugly weather when there are terrible people out there to catch. And, unlike everyone else who thought it would be smart to head home before the storm, she had paperwork to do.

So by the time her last file was closed, the roads were too. 

The power was still on, and it would stay on thanks to the generator at Quantico and the best part was that the kitchen was newly stocked with snacks. 

She wandered down to the floor 6 break room, which just so happened to be in the BAU bullpen. Everyone had gone home, the desks were empty and the only lights on were in the kitchen area. She took out a mug, flicked on the kettle and started to make herself some toast with one of the many Jams in the fridge. She’s so caught up in her snack that she doesn’t hear a door open, or someone walking down the steps towards her until he's taking a deep breath and scaring the daylights out of her. 

“Oh god,” she jumps, hand on her chest as she turns to him. “Agent Hotchner…” 

“Agent Y/L/N,” he smiles. “Sorry, I thought you knew I was still here.” 

“I figured you went home to your wife—

“Ex-wife,” he sighs, showing his ringless hand. “She has our son this year, I thought I’d catch up on some work and then the snowstorm got… well, you see,” he points to the big glass windows covered in snow. 

“It hasn’t snowed like this here in years,” she shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe we're stuck here…” 

“Well, it’s not like there’s nothing to do,” he teases. “We have a TV, lots of snacks, the power won’t go out on us so it’ll stay warm in here and Daves got a cot in his office if you need a place to sleep…” 

“Oh, thank you,” she’s shocked he’s thinking about her like that. “I didn’t even think about that part.” 

“you’re just hungry?” He teases. “What are you making?” 

“Tea and toast… you want some?” She asks, hopeful he’ll say yes. 

He nods, “I’d love some.” 

They work around the kitchen like a team. She makes the toast, he makes their tea and they share exactly how they like theirs done… and there's a hope in her heart that maybe this is just the first time she makes him a breakfast meal. She’s always found him handsome, everyone in the bureau had, honestly. Not only is he good-looking, he’s strong and smart and kind until he can’t be anymore. And when he’s mean, even that’s a little sexy.

He invites her up to his office where she finds he’s been sitting on his couch, his laptop on his desk, watching old episodes of Fraser… “seriously?” She can’t believe it. 

He blushes a bit, “it’s a good show. I have every season on DVD and this laptop has a disk drive, so…” 

“Honestly, I’ve never really watched it,” she shrugs. “What season are you on?” 

“The first one, I can start it from the beginning again?” 

“No, it’s okay,” she waves it off. “I think I can catch up, you’ll just have to explain some things to me.” 

And so he does, he gives a rundown of the first few episodes. Who Fraser is, his weird brother, his dad and their dad's helper— who his brother eventually falls in love with. It’s a good show. It’s funny, she gets to see Hotch smirk and sometimes, actually, giggle… it’s something she’s not used to. 

In the handful of times she’s worked with the BAU on things, Agent Hotchner has never cracked a smile. Episode after episode, he gets happier and friendlier and she takes that as an invitation to move in closer and closer until their shoulders are touching. And then he lifts his arm to rest it on the back of the couch and she’s even closer to him. His tie is off, his first two buttons are undone… he’s comfortable and handsome as ever and it takes everything in her to watch the show and not stare at him. 

“Do you want to watch another?” He asks in a hushed tone, just for her to hear— as if they weren’t completely alone here. 

She nods, “I can do another.” 

“Cool,” he smiles ever so softly and goes to get up so he can switch the disk to access another 4 episodes.

She watches him take out the old disk, put it back in the case and take out the new one. He places it in the tray, closes the disk drive and watches as it loads up to the title screen again. He hits play, and makes his way back to the couch with a sigh, placing his arm on the back again, just as close to her as last time. 

“This is really nice,” she compliments. “Thanks for making this night fun for me.” 

“I’m actually really glad someone else got snowed in here too,” he teases. 

“I really thought I was alone in here,” she sighs. “I’m so happy I’m not…” 

“Are you happy it’s me?” 

She can’t help but smirk, “Yeah… alone time with Agent Hotchner wasn’t something I ever expected to get.”

“Would you want more?” He asks, staring at her lips. “I mean—

“Yes,” she cuts him off. “If I knew you were single I would’ve asked before…” 

“It’s only been 6 months, we haven’t worked together since then,” he reminds her. “I haven’t— I haven’t even tried to spend time with someone else, yet.”

“But you think you’re ready?” 

He shrugs, “I— I think you’re pretty and you’re nice and we’re here and we’re having a good time…” 

“So are you asking me on a date hotchner, or do you want to bone in your office?” 

He laughs, “Bone? Seriously?” 

“Canoodle, bang, bump uglies, fuck,” she lets out all the slang and he laughs again, good and hard and it’s beautiful. 

She cups his face and he pauses for a moment, “I think I’d like to start with just kissing you.” 

“Okay,” she breathes out as she leans in to kiss him. 

He’s so gentile. His lips are soft, and he’s tentative and reserved. He keeps his hands to himself and lets her set the pace. She never would’ve guessed that making tea and close proximity would lead to kissing the most handsome man she’d ever known in her entire life. When their tongues meet, he finally reaches out for her. Holding her side, he grips her just enough to make her crave more. She moves in closer, desperate to throw her leg over him and sit in his lap… but it’s him who initiates it. 

He tugs her in, helps her settle in his lap and wraps both his hands around her to cradle her body against his. She sighs against him, making him smile into the kiss. She smiles too, coping his face she pulls back to look at him, “I didn’t expect Frasier to be the show that rials you up like this…”

“Well… tossed salads and scrambled eggs are both euphemisms,” he teases.

“How so?” 

He lets out a deep breath through his nose like he doesn’t want to explain it. “The phrase ‘toss my salad’ is slag referring to rim jobs— or really any kind of oral pleasure, I guess…” 

“Oh,” she wasn’t expecting that in the slightest. “And I guess scrambled eggs is how he likes his eggs done in the morning?” 

He nods, “who knows, really? The theme song has never actually been explained but… how do you like your eggs in the morning?” 

“Why? It’s not like you can make me some in the morning,” she teases. 

“Maybe, when the roads are better we can go get breakfast?” He offers. 

“I thought the whole point of the saying was that you’re supposed to make them for me?” She stares him down, hoping to make him laugh… she gets a smirk and a shake of his head as he tries to hold it in. 

“I will make you breakfast, at one of our places, the first chance I get,” he assures. “If… if that’s something you’d like?” 

She nods, “Yes, Aaron, I would love to get to know you more, and spend time with you and see where this goes… I’m literally in your lap right now dying to see what we get up to.” 

“Dying to?” He couldn’t believe those were her words. “Why?” 

She runs her fingers through his hair and then traces down the side of his neck and watches her hands as they trail over his shirt to rest on his chest. “When you look in the mirror in the mornings, do you plan on being the sexiest agent in the building or is this all just a happy accident?” 

He blushes, “I mean, I don’t really plan it— I just put something on and come to work.” 

She just shakes her head and sucks her tongue, “Well I guess now I have to show you just how handsome you are every single day.” 

“And how would you do that?” He asks, gripping her hips a little tighter. 

She leans in and kisses him softly, “You’re so handsome.” She kisses his cheek, “And pretty…” She kisses his jaw, “And cute…” he starts to smile and blush uncontrollably. 

As she goes lower with her kisses, she works on his third shirt button, exposing a bit more of his chest so she can drag her tongue over his collarbone— which makes him toss his head back and whine. “Oh god, you’re so sexy,” she praises. “I want to hear more of your pretty noises.” 

“So we’re doing this?” He asks, looking nervous.

She smiles softly and looks him in the eyes. “Only if you want to, baby,” she whispers. “We can do whatever you’re most comfortable doing, I’m sure this is going to be weird venturing into a new experience for the first time in so long, but we can go as far as you want and stop the moment you don’t want to do it anymore, okay?” 

He nods, “Thank you.” 

“And if you want to stop we can go right back to cuddling and watching the show and we can still go on that breakfast date,” she assures him. “I’m going to want to do that no matter what happens, okay? I like you, not what I can get from you.” 

“You’re so nice,” he swoons a bit. “Seriously, why are you so nice to me?” 

“you’re a good man, I’ve enjoyed working with you… and looking at you,” she teases. “But in all seriousness, you deserve someone to be gentile with you, you’re only so stone-faced at work to protect yourself, I get that, but you deserve some softness too.” 

“I had a feeling you’d be sweet to me,” he whispers, breaking his walls down for her. “I’ve wanted to do this… I’ve wanted to break out of my shell and be with someone new and forget about how much my wife—my ex-wife broke my heart, but I’ve been scared.” 

“It’s a scary thing,” she sympathizes. “But if you want me to be the first one you're with, I’ll be so good to you. I’m going to take care of you and make it fun and easy and soft and-and even if you get emotional or it’s too much, I’m not going to hold it against you.” 

“I want to do this,” he nods, staring at her lips. “I want it to be you who I start over with.” 

“I want to be that for you,” she cups his cheek again and smiles. “Thank you for picking me, Aaron.” 

“Um… I don’t have any condoms,” he warns. “There might be some in Dave's room… maybe Derek's desk?” 

She laughs, “I have some in my purse upstairs, I can go get them?” 

He nods, “Yeah, that would be good and then I can turn this sofa into a bed while you’re gone.” 

“Okay,” she goes to get off him but then stops herself, she leans in and steals on last kiss and he smiles into it. “Sorry, I needed another.” 

“You can have a million more when you get back,” he keeps smiling, overjoyed with his choice. 

—

He has about 6 minutes of freakout time while she goes to get her purse. He turns the couch into a bed, having a sleeper sofa in here was a blessing for nights like these… and when his wife kicked him out. He untucks his shirt and then re-tucks it and pulls it out again, he thinks about unbuttoning it and laying on the couch or maybe waiting for her at the elevator doors— he’s so nervous he has no idea what to do with his hands or his body. 

He wanders around the room and talks himself into meeting her at the bullpen doors just as she’s walking up the couple stairs to his office. “Oh, hi.” 

“Hi,” she smiles so beautifully. “You know you can still back out?” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to… I’m just nervous. I haven’t done this in a while.” 

“How long?” She asks.

“Since the last time with my ex-wife or with someone new?” 

“Either?” She’s simply curious. 

“My ex-wife was my first and only… and I haven’t been with her in almost 8 months now.” 

“You know you could have anyone in this office in a heartbeat if you wanted to,” she reminds him. “You’re the most handsome agent in the whole FBI— just don’t tell Morgan I said that.” 

He laughs, “Thank you.” 

“This is cute,” she motions over to his sleeper sofa. “You want to cuddle and make out a bit, again?” She asks while kicking off her shoes and she does the same thing, making it easier for when they shed all their clothes later. 

He nods and pulls her in close, “Kissing you has been the best part of my day.” 

“Well, let me make it even better,” she teases, leaning in and connecting their lips once more. 

It’s just as heated as before, only now his hands are on her lower back and he’s so tempted to grab her ass… so he does, he hauls her up so she can wrap her legs around him and he knees on the end of the bed. He lays her down, still kissing her while he attempts to hover over her— but she wants more. 

She grips his hips and pulls him down flush against her, so she can wrap her legs around him once more. And by wrapping herself completely around him, he suddenly feels at home. His nervousness dies off, his apprehension to experience something new and different and unlike himself diminishes to nothing and he’s able to enjoy this. 

He wraps his right arm around her, trapped between her and the mattress, while his left-hand cradles her head. He kisses her with passion and care and she gives the same energy right back… if not more so as she moans into his mouth. He pulls back with a smile, “you like kissing me that much?” He teases with his newfound confidence. 

“I mean yeah but do you not realize how hard you are against me? It feels amazing,” she explains, her legs wrapped around him still, she pushes him down against her core and has him grind against her once more. “You feel so good, baby.”

He was so in his head he didn’t even realize his other one was so active… he blushed a bit, “You like it?” 

She nods, “If grinding with you all night is all I get, I’m going to leave a very happy camper.” 

He leans in and kisses her cheek and then her jaw right up to her ear, “Oh, you’re getting more, believe me… so much more.”

She moans again and he takes that as enough incentive to keep kissing her there. He bites her earlobe gently and sucks on her neck just enough to stimulate her and yet not enough to leave a mark. Her hands search his back, feeling him up as he tenses from hovering over her and then releases when he drops his body weight against hers once more, and she sighs when he does that. She loves the feeling of him on top of her. It’s like he was meant to always be there. 

He withdraws his hands from under her and grips her hips as he sits up, “can I unbutton your shirt?” 

“You may,” she says, a look of excitement plastered over her face. 

“I want to just rip it open but I know you don’t have another shirt to wear home tomorrow,” he teases. “and it’s just too pretty to ruin.” 

“Hopefully you don’t feel the same way about me…” 

“Oh no, that’s precisely why I need to ruin you,” he assures, making haste on her buttons, he leans back in and starts to kiss the newly exposed skin of her chest. Right between her boobs and down her tummy until her shirt is completely unbuttoned and all he has left to pop is the button on her pants. 

Her tummy is so soft, that he gets inside her shirt and wraps his arm underneath her back to feel how warm she is and uses it as an excuse to undo her bra in the process. He pulls her forward and gets her out of her shirt and her bra and can’t help but stare down at her chest and then back up to her eyes, “mesmerizing.” 

“My turn,” she whispers, “let's flip.” 

He listens, laying on his back, she straddles his hips and leans down to kiss his neck while she undoes his shirt. Button by button, she gets him exposed just to press their naked chests together and kiss him right on the mouth once more. She hauls him forward so they’re both sitting up and she pushes the shirt off his shoulders so they can feel each other up. 

He grips her hips and tugs her in, grinding her against his bulge once more. She breaks the kiss to kiss his jaw and down his neck, “mm, Aaron,” she pulls his attention from the kiss. “Lay back.” 

“Okay,” he listens, leaning back and she reaches for his belt. 

“Can I?” 

He nods and so she starts to unbuckle him, she pops his button and pulls the zipper down so she can reach into his pants. She feels over his bulge, watching as he tosses his head back and bites his lip to hold back a moan. “Let it out baby,” she whispers. “A touch-starved man like you… come on, let me hear you.” 

“It’s not the only thing I’m starved for,” he jokes, blushing again. 

Her eyes widen as she pulls back, “oh yeah?” 

He nods, he wants to go down on her so bad that his stomach flips with anticipation. “Please?” 

She sits more on her knees and reaches for the button on her pants, “how do you want me?” 

“Would you— if you want, I mean, you can pick but I’d like to—

“I can sit on your face,” she knows exactly what he was trying to ask. 

In the same way, she liked feeling his weight on top of herself, he wanted to feel completely smothered by her pussy and thighs. 

She pushes him back so he’s lying flat and climbs off the bed so she can take her pants and underwear off, shoes long gone, she’s in nothing but her socks as she climbs back onto the bed and straddles his chest. 

He’s a little impatient, pulling her forward and wrapping his arms around her thighs, he gets her right where he wants her and kisses her right where her thigh meets her cunt. He eases into it, kissing her gently, whispering praise about how beautiful she is and how lucky he feels. 

But then he looks up at her, “don’t be afraid to really sit, I can take it.” 

“Tap me twice if you can’t,” she agrees and within seconds he’s going at her. 

“Fuck,” she gasped as she leans forward to rest her arm against the wall behind the couch, grinding against his face, exactly the way he wanted it. 

His tongue deep inside her, his nose nudging at her clit, he savours the way she tastes as if she hasn’t said she would be willing to do this again… and from her noises, he knows this experience just makes her want it again soon.  He wants her to enjoy it, he’s always been more into making his partner enjoy it. This time it feels a bit more selfish, as the more she enjoys it the more she’d be willing to come back and the more he can do it. And he wants to eat her out for the rest of his life. 

Her sounds are a price, her weight on top of him is magnificent and she’s absolutely delicious. And he hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet. Making her cum on his face is going to change his life. 

When he inserts a finger, her legs start to tremble around him. She’s so close, he can tell. Sucking on her clit while he massages that wonderful spot inside of her with his middle finger, she moans so deeply it vibrates her whole being. She starts to chant his name, right on the edge of her orgasm, so he adds a second finger and the damn bursts. 

She trembles harder than before, and a beautiful elongated moan leaves her mouth as she cums on his face. He’s quick to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his tongue, gathering it all with the most disgusting sounds he could ever make— but fuck, if she wasn’t the most delicious woman in the whole world. 

He was so into her, so transfixed on getting her off that he didn’t realize he was grinding up against nothing and the largest precum stain had marked his boxers and surely was on the inside of his work pants. 

“Aaron, Aaron, oh my god, stop, stop, holy fuck,” she makes him stop by pulls off him and sits down on the pillow beside his head. Hand to her chest to catch her breath, she melts against the mattress, “sweet Jesus?” 

“I need to do that every chance I get,” he muses, so in love with how it went down. “You’re delicious.” 

She laughs, placing her hand on his big bicep as she looks down at his glistening face, “I’m going to take you up on that all the time.” 

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he teases as he sits up, noticing just how close he was that whole time. 

His cock is strained against his boxers, soaking them around the elastic band, darkening the gray fabric so much that he feels a little embarrassed. She notices it too, but she smiles, “Oh, you really liked that, didn’t you?” 

He nods, unable to say much. 

“Come on, get your pants off, I think I’ve calmed down enough to take care of you now,” she assures. 

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He gets off the bed and starts to take off his pants while she looks around for her own, “can you get the condom from my pocket?” 

“Yeah,” he goes right for her pants right after his are off. 

She just looks around the room, avoiding eye contact with his cock even though he knows she wants to look, “I didn’t even ask if you have cameras in here…” 

He laughs, kneeling on the edge of the bed with the condom between his fingers, “No, I don’t. With all the confidential material I see in here and the conversations had in here, they didn’t put a camera in here. But there is one directly outside my office so they know you’re in here but they won’t know what you’re doing.” 

“And who is this they you speak of?” She teases. 

“Whoever watches the tapes but probably also Penelope… if she learns I was here all Christmas she will go back and look to see what I did,” he shakes his head with a loving smile. “She just cares a lot.” 

“She’s the sweetest,” she agrees. “But thank fucking god no one can see what we’re doing… I’m glad this is just for us.” 

“Mhm,” he hums, he gets between her legs and tugs her down the bed a bit so she’s lying with her head on the pillow, “they don’t need to see what’s about to happen.” 

“although someone should teach more guys how to eat like that…” 

He laughs again, leaning down to kiss her, “Then you’d have any guy you want and I'd rather be the only one for you.” 

“Very true,” she says against his lips before pressing her lips against his. 

They just kiss a couple times before he pulls back and sits on his knees once more, opening the condom and rolling it on. She finally takes a look at what he’s got going on between his legs and he sees her lick her lips while taking in a deep breath. “Fuck sake, you really are going to ruin me…” 

He smirks, “Do you want me to? We could just have a sweet and slow—

“No, I need a good fucking, like the fuck my brains out kind,” she assures. 

“It’s your lucky day,” he teases, running his hand over her inner thigh as he helps her spread them. “I can do that for you.” 

“Do your worst—

“Oh no, it’ll be my best,” he says, gripping his cock and tapping it against her pussy. “You ready?” 

“Please?” She begs, pleading with her beautiful eyes. 

He slips in ever so slowly, letting her adjust to his girth as he leans over her. He caresses her face with one hand, holding himself up with his lover, watching her take it all in. Head tossed back, she bites her lip and then lets out a blissful sigh. She grips his sides, wanting to desperately pull him down on top of herself once more, but she waits until he’s fully inside. 

“Oh my god?” She whines, “please move, I need more, please?” 

He smirks, leaning in to kiss the side of her mouth as he starts to rock his hips. He wraps his arm under her as she pulls him in closer and moves her mouth so they can kiss for real. She moans against him as his rhythm changes, his hips speed up and she wraps her legs around him to get him even deeper inside her. 

She feels so amazing, he almost forgot what it was like to fuck something other than his own hand. The way she flutters around him and grips him so tight, the feeling of her nails in his back and her tongue on his own. He’s in absolute heaven. So good in fact, he’s afraid he might not last as long as she deserves. 

He reaches between them and rubs her clit with his thumb, moving his kisses to her neck and just below her ear, “doing so good, baby.” 

“Holy fuck, Aaron,” she moans, tossing her head back and pushing her chest up. 

He looks between them and can’t help himself, he kisses her chest and she looks down to see what he’s doing, he looks up to her for permission only to hear, “suck on them, please? Please, oh my god?” 

He takes her nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before gently running his bottom teeth over the nib. She gasps, tightening around him which makes him moan with her nipple in his mouth. He brings up his other hand, using it to pinch her other nipple and she absolutely flutters around him, it’s everything. 

When he lets go of her nipples, he reaches his hand under her knee and pushes her right leg up. The angle changes, he’s so much deeper now, hitting her right where she wants him again and again, he kisses the inside of her calf gently as she tosses her head back. She moans, tightening around him to the point he’s so sure he’s about to lose control. 

He may be out of practice, but he’s not out of manners. He needs her to finish first. 

Using all the power he has left, he keeps her leg up like that but adjusts himself so his pubic bone can rub against her swollen clit with each and every thrust. “More,” she spits out. “Please? ‘M so close.” 

His hand slips down her leg, “I know baby,” he coos, keeping her stretched open, he just needs to get his thumb on her clit. 

He stills for just a moment, gathers some spit in his mouth and drops it between them so it lands right on her clit to release the friction but then he picks right back up. She whines, sweating and her head tossed back, getting ruined just like she asked to be. 

She somehow tightens around him again, and he’s so fucking close he feels like he could go insane. “you’re right there, sweet girl, let go when you’re ready,” he says through bated breath. So fucking close. 

And that does it, she starts to tremble again, her core tightens and so does her grip on his arm. “Oh, Aaron!” She moans out a string of incoherent words follow as she lets go and gets lost in her pleasure. 

He keeps going, helping her ride through it before his rhythm changes. He’s right there, dropping down onto her and kissing her shoulder as he pile-drives into her for the home stretch. Her hands roam his back, caressing him, “Fill me up, Aaron, you deserve it,” she whispers in his ear. “Cum for me, come on, baby.” 

He whines, right there, scared of what noise is going to come out of him when he does cum but he also doesn’t really care at this point. He whimpers and groans, biting her shoulder slightly as he fills the condom and stills against her, “Oh my god? Oh, my god… holy fuck?” 

She wraps her arms around him once more, tighter like a hug this time, still panting, she agrees. “I know, Jesus.” 

He laughs against her, high on endorphins and feeling completely invincible, “You’re amazing.” 

She grips his hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him up off of her shoulder, “You are incredible, that was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.” 

He can’t help but smile as he leans in to kiss her. She brushes his hair off his forehead, it’s sweaty and slicks right back. Their kissing is softer this time, lazy and less lust-filled— more loving. Thankful. 

He kisses her one last time before going to sit up on his knees and pull his soft cock out of her but she pulls him back in, “No, can we just cuddle like this for a bit?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, not expecting her to want this but so glad she does. 

He settles back against her shoulder, hand on her boob while she traces shapes over his back, “this is my favourite part,” she whispers. 

“Me too… but I’m never usually on top,” he admits. “Or still inside…” 

She lightly laughs and he can feel it all over, “What, your wife wasn’t a big fan?” 

“Not really, she was quick to go get cleaned up and then she would cuddle into me and go to sleep… but I don’t want to talk about her anymore,” he admits. 

“That’s okay,” she coos, soothing her hand down his back. She rests her cheek against the top of his head. “This has been the best night. Who thought getting snowed in at Quantico would end like this?” 

“Not me, but I’m so glad it did.” 

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I neeeeed more Charles in the blindfold au pls 😩

I’ve had the biggest obsession with Charles and his rings lately and I just know they’d feel so good when he fingers Bunny and his tongue is assaulting her clit UGHHH help 😭😭😭

And I feel like he’s the perfect combination of gentle and rough and so charming she can’t help but fall more for him, and Oscar gets jealous when Bunny runs off and celebrates with him everytime he gets pole or a podium which is too often for his liking. But Lando seems perfectly fine with it and is just happy that she’s happy and has a lil crush on Charles himself lol 🤭

i think ab his rings daily they r so sexy

bunny loves his rings too and would buy oscar and lando jewelry but they don’t get the hint. charles knows she likes them bc she wouldn’t moan as loudly without them like he showers before seeing her and forgets to put them on once and is like hm weird she’s not very enthusiastic tn. then the rings are back next time and he gets curious and removes them just to see what she’ll do and as soon as he puts his ringless fingers back in her she’s like uhh why did u do that. put them back on. and she kinda looks angry like it was the stupidest thing he’s ever done. he would feel stupid like ofc she likes them i never should have taken them off. my mistake. he immediately puts them back on and apologizes, the new realization that she likes his rings ensuring he wears them every day for the rest of his life. charles jerking lando off w his rings one day and lando gets it after that. he knows why bunny likes him so much. oscar’s not there so he remains jealous and confused why bunny, and now lando, like charles sm.

#ask #anon #blindfold universe #canon blindfold universe

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 6 - The Night to Remember

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5k words

Feat. Mina of TWICE

Chapter 6 - The Night to Remember

 You are my son, you are taking over my company, and you will do as I say!

           Mingyu closed his book, clicking his tongue in annoyance at that sentence continuing to clog up his head. He hadn’t spoken to his father in the past few days, since their heated argument. He ignored every call that came through, not wanting to deal with his father’s ridiculous request. He had more pressing matters to focus on. As he saw you order your smoothie up ahead, Hoshi practically hanging off your shoulder as he tried to decide his order, a deep hum escaped his throat.

           Why is she being weird? Did I do something wrong? He thought to himself. He crossed his arms, which tightened up the sleeves of his shirt. I hope after dinner we can go back to normal. Just the thought of your sad face made Mingyu’s heart hurt a bit.

           As Mingyu was trying to reorganize all of the thoughts in his brain, two people sat on either side of him. When he looked to his sides, Joshua and Jeonghan were there. Mingyu frowned, unamused.

           “What?” he asked.

           “Woah, what’s with the third degree?” Jeonghan asked, frowning.

           “We just wanted to see what was bothering you,” Joshua asked.

           “Nothing is bothering me,” Mingyu said. “Mind your business.” He felt the stare that they shared across him, and he huffed.  

           “Wow, they are perfect together, huh?” Jeonghan asked.

           “Almost as if we’re talking to her right now.” Joshua agreed. Mingyu frowned.

           “You guys can’t just leave her out of your mouth, huh?” he asked.

           “We only want to help her,” Jeonghan said.

           “With?” Mingyu asked. The men leaned back on the bench, shrugging without giving a real reply. Mingyu sighed. “Well, I don’t think she needs your help.”

           “Oh, she does,” Joshua said.

           “I can help her with whatever you think she needs help with.”

           “Can you?” Jeonghan asked, eyes widened. “Is that why you’re going on a date?”

           “It’s not a d-.”

           “It’s absolutely a date.” They both said. Mingyu felt his cheeks go pink, his heart sped up just a bit. “Does she know it’s a date?”

           “I have no idea,” Mingyu said. “I had to work at it just to convince her to go to a nice place instead of where we usually eat. I think she’s upset with me.”

           “Why would she be?” Jeonghan asked, looking at Joshua from over Mingyu’s shoulder. They were very curious to hear his reasoning.

           “I don’t know. I thought it was that rumor that happened when I went on my trip, but it doesn’t seem she’s gotten over it.”

           “…Is it a rumor?” Joshua asked. He blinked, unsure why that question left his lips. Sure, he was curious, but he felt like he should have been a bit more subtle about it. Especially when Jeonghan looked almost as shocked as Mingyu did. Mingyu’s eyes narrowed, but Joshua remained calm as Mingyu held up his hand, showing a ringless ring finger.

           “Yes. Just a rumor.” He said simply. “But I guess something else bothered her. I can’t make out what it is, and I don’t think she’ll tell me.” Jeonghan and Joshua wondered if he was seriously oblivious, or being vague due to lack of trust between the three. However, they decided not to press into that part too much. “I want Saturday to go well.”   

           “We can help you there!” Jeonghan said. Now, Joshua was the one to look just as shocked at Mingyu, both looking at the black-haired angel. “We see her all the time. We would love to make sure you have everything you need to make sure that you both have the best date ever.”          

           “It’s not a.” Mingyu stopped himself from repeating what he already knew would be ignored and sighed. “Why should I trust you? Every time I see you, you’re both arguing over her.”

           Now, both Joshua and Jeonghan were silent. “…You got us there,” Joshua said.

           “Yeeea.” Mingyu shook his head, wondering how these two seemingly perfect individuals were so…what was the word? Ridiculous?

           “She really does have the patience of a saint.” He muttered to himself. He looked between the two of them again.

           Try trusting them.

           “What exactly do you have in mind?” He asked curiously, looking at Jeonghan.

           “Aaaah, we’ve convinced you.” Jeonghan leaned back in his seat nodding his head. “What do you think she’s going to wear?”

           “Well, I-.”

           “Wrong!” Jeonghan said immediately. Mingyu flinched at the sudden shout in his direction, however gentle the voice carrying it was. “If this is your first date like you say, how would you know? You don’t. We will know.”

           “…How?” Mingyu asked. Jeonghan smiled.

           “You have to trust us.” Mingyu looked over at Joshua, who nodded in agreement.

           “We have no reason to steer you wrong.” He said simply. “For her sake, at least.” Mingyu felt a bit more at ease with Joshua’s comment tacked on, and he sighed.

           “Fine, I guess. Even though I am still horribly confused.” Before anyone could continue speaking, the group made their way back over, smoothie in hand. Hoshi handed an extra off to Mingyu, who thanked him. When they saw Joshua and Jeonghan there, you frowned.

           “When did you guys get here? We didn’t get you anything.”

           Joshua and Jeonghan stood up, approaching you as you sipped your drink. You looked between them, confused as you were taken by the arms. “Hey!” You frowned, trying to pull the drink to your lips again.

           “Let’s go. We need to talk.” Jeonghan said.

           “What?” You looked at Joshua, who only nodded in agreement before you were reluctantly led off down the dirt path. Mingyu leaned forward but stopped himself as you three continued to walk off. He sighed.

           “You would never think that two people that handsome would be so weird,” Minnie said.

           “Seriously,” Seungkwan said, sipping his drink. Hoshi set his drink on his lap.

           “I’ve seen it happen before.” He admitted. When everyone looked at him, he shrugged. “I don’t talk to him anymore.”

           “Oh, you’re boyfriend?” Seungkwan grinned as Hoshi shoved him.

           Meanwhile, you continued walking along with the boys down the path. “What are we talking about?” you asked. Joshua and Jeonghan looked at one another.

           “Yeah, what are we going to talk about?” Joshua asked.

           Jeonghan paused a minute, then shrugged. “I have no idea….” He admitted.

           You and Joshua looked at one another in confusion as Jeonghan let out an amused laugh.

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Saturday felt like it was so far away, but when Minnie showed up to your house early that exact morning with breakfast in her hand, you realized it was much closer than you thought. Joshua and Jeonghan were nowhere to be found when you woke up that morning. It seemed they most likely didn’t stay in the house as you slept, which was fine. Throwing on a quick outfit, you and Minnie headed down the street towards the mall.

           “I still cannot believe you turned down Mingyu’s credit card,” Minnie said.

           “Just drop it,” you begged. “I can find something nice that I can afford.”

           “Yeah, but-.” Minnie motioned to the large and extravagant boutique named Twenty-Eight Zero Six that you both were passing on your walk. “I wanted to walk in there and look like we were important.” You laughed a bit. “Imagine all of the workers showering us in name-brand clothes that models and celebrities are wearing!”

           “Sorry.” Was the only thing you could think to say in response. “I’ll buy us lunch if you drop it.”  

           Minnie pouted, nodding her head. “Fine, then.” When she grinned, you felt a bit more relaxed. “Regardless, we are going to make you look so hot for tonight.”

           “Oh, please.” You groaned, and Minnie led you into the first store.

           Meanwhile, nearby, two figures slip into the store right behind you.

           “I don’t think we should be spying.”

           “Relax. We’re just getting some intel.”

           “Why can’t we just ask her?”

           “Joshua, do you think they want us joining them on their girl’s day?” When Joshua shook his head, Jeonghan nodded. “Exactly. For this date to go well, we need to know everything we can and tell Mingyu. Not only will he be able to provide them with the best date possible, ensuring our success and re-entry into heaven, but he’ll also trust us a bit more, which also ensures our re-entry into heaven. It’s a win-win situation.”

           “But I thought you liked teasing him,” Joshua said simply. Jeonghan laughed.

           “I never said we were going to stop.” He clarified. Joshua shook his head before looking back over at you. He watched you and Minnie start scanning the racks of dresses nearby, pulling a few out and pressing them to your body for a quick mental image. “So, what information do we get by spying on them?” he finally asked.

           “Well…” Jeonghan hummed. “If we know what she buys, then we can tell him how to best match her.”

           Joshua felt a few more questions in his head as he watched Jeonghan step a bit closer, hiding behind a few racks of coats. He had a strong feeling Jeonghan was just winging it at the moment. Joshua stayed in his spot, shaking his head as he watched Minnie fill your arms with dresses. He saw you stumble a bit as you held the beautifully designed outfits and stepped forward a bit. However, he stopped himself just as you regained your footing. Both you and Minnie seemed to giggle a bit, before disappearing down an aisle.

           For a second, Joshua had to remind himself what his goal was to do on earth.

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           You had tried on several dresses, yet none felt…right. They felt either way too fancy, or not fancy enough. As you stepped out in a sleek black number, rubbing your hands along the velvet sleeves, you looked at Minnie. “Did you find the name of this new place online?”

           “No luck. Their socials must not be fully up and running yet. Weird.”

           “I guess when you have good connections to the rich you only need word of mouth.” You mumbled, turning to yourself in the mirror. “What do you think of this?” When Minnie looked up at you, she shrugged.

           “Eh. It’s ok. It looks like you’re trying too hard.”             

           “You’re the one who says I need to try harder.”

           “Not that hard.” She stood up from the chair. “I saw a few other dresses back there. I’ll go find some more. Try on that pretty red one.” As Minnie disappeared into the store, you closed the changing room door. You pulled it off the hanger, a strikingly deep red dress, with a shorter dress hem that it had compared to others you had tried on. “I feel like I’ll look ridiculous in this one.” You muttered to yourself, before reluctantly trying it on anyway.

           After looking yourself over in the mirror, you tried to imagine yourself wearing this dress to a fancy restaurant. Being seated below high-vaulted ceilings and chandeliers. Drinking wine as deep as the dress color. How would you do your hair? Makeup? What kind of accessories would match this? You felt so out of your element and you weren’t even at the restaurant yet. Looking down at your hands, you rubbed them together. Let’s try this. You mumbled to yourself. Lifting your hands, you snapped both of your fingers.

           Deeper in the store, Jeonghan and Joshua felt their eyes twitch, practically lighting up. They shot a glance at one another, dropping the magazines they had now been using to hide their faces as they sat on one of the benches. They had stopped following when you mentioned heading towards the dressing room and only looked up for a brief second to see Minnie restart her hunt through the aisles. They shared a look, setting their magazines down and heading over to meet you.

           When they approached the fitting rooms, they saw your shoes poking out of the dressing room, the only one that was full. Jeonghan and Joshua shared one more look, trying to decide what to do to get your attention in an…appropriate manner. Jeonghan simply stepped back and called your name.

           “Are you okay?” he asked. You took a second to respond by opening the door and stepping out in your current attempt at trying to find a dress. The minute the men saw you, their eyes widened in shock. You smoothed out the skirt which clung tightly to you, and fixed the sleeves that puffed out just around the upper arms to the elbow, before smoothing to a tight grip around your waist. It was slightly more low cut than what they normally see you in, showing that there was a need for a necklace. You seemed to notice their stunned silence, because you immediately got flustered, shifting in your seat.

           “You don’t like it?” you asked.

           “We didn’t say that,” Jeonghan said. He looked over at Joshua and immediately noticed that his friend was stunned to silence. “You look nice.” He nudged Joshua, finally bringing him back. “Right?”

           Joshua immediately nodded his head. “Yes. Of course.” He said quickly.

           “I need you guys to do me a favor.” You said. You saw the duo seem excited to actually be asked to do something this time, and that excitement made you a bit happy. “Can you go to the restaurant and get an idea of how fancy it is? I don’t want to feel too underdressed.” You pulled out your phone, showing them the few pictures and the name that Mingyu had sent you the night before. “It’s an Italian place in Ilsan.”

           “Aaah. Okay.” Jeonghan said. “We’ll go look.” He said.

“Okay. I need to know before tonight, alright? Now, go before Minnie comes back. I really don’t want to come up with a reason you’re here.”

Jeonghan nodded. “Fine, fine. Alright.” He looked at Joshua, who was still staring directly at you as you fixed your sleeves once again. You had now turned to look at yourself in the nearby mirror, trying to play with your hair to visualize how you might want it styled. As you stood upright, you held your hands in front of you, balled into a little fist.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asked.

“Seeing if I would look frumpy with flowers in my hands.” Your arms moved around slightly in front of you as you visualized what a bouquet might look like in front of the dress. “Since the dress is so short, I’m worried a big bouquet will look a bit ridiculous. You know?”

“Makes sense.” Jeonghan nodded.

“You think he will bring you flowers?” Joshua asked.

“I hope so.” you smiled. “I think flowers are romantic.” Joshua and Jeonghan made sure to make a mental note of that before you asked one final question: “You like this one?”

Joshua scanned you over one last time, and something in his chest beat just a second too quickly. He felt his ears go hot, and he quickly rubbed them a bit in hopes that would cool them down. “Yes.” He said.

When you smiled, his ears only got hotter. “Thank you for your help.” Before turning back to the mirror.

           Jeonghan nudged Jeonghan, motioning outside. “Oh.” Joshua shook his head. “Right.” He followed behind Jeonghan as they headed to the front of the store. He smiled a bit, before looking yourself over in the dress one last time. A few minutes later, Minnie came back and was practically screaming about how amazing you looked.

           Outside, Jeonghan turned to Joshua. “What was that?”

           “What was what?” Joshua asked.

           “THAT!” Jeonghan shouted, pointing to the door of the store. Joshua shrugged.

           “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said. He simply walked down the road, swinging his arms a bit as if nothing had happened. Jeonghan blinked, looking over as Joshua turned around, hands behind his back. “You coming? Or am I going alone?” He asked. A groan left Jeonghan’s lips as he followed after Joshua, the duo immediately making their way down the road.

They needed to be back quickly. And their lack of flight was only felt in moments like these.

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           “I think the dress you picked is perfect,” Minnie assured. You sighed, the sensation of a brush running along your hair. You shifted nervously. “It’s just the right mix of formal and cute. The important thing is that Mingyu thinks you look cute.”

           “I guess so,” you said. You close your eyes, taking a minute to enjoy the sensation of your hair being brushed. The brush pressed into your scalp and pulled down, sending a tingling and comforting sensation through your head and neck. The door opened, causing both you and Minnie to look over. Joshua and Jeonghan strolled in casually, chatting to themselves as they did so.

           “Do they have a key?” Minnie whispered to you, leaning down to make sure they did not hear. “Mingyu doesn’t even have a key.”

           “I left the door unlocked.” That was all you could respond to.

           “We won’t be long,” Jeonghan said. When he saw you look confused, Jeonghan smiled. “Mingyu said he was getting ready at Seungkwan and Hoshi’s apartment.”

           “They asked us to join,” Joshua added. Your smile only widened at the idea.

           “Really? I’m happy to hear that.”

           “The restaurant you’re going to is nice. I think what you picked-.” Jeonghan motioned to the red dress hanging up on the bathroom door. “Will work just fine.”

           “Okay.” You seemed relieved at the news. “I would be so embarrassed to be underdressed.”

           “If you just let Mingyu pay we could have completely avoided that by going to a nicer boutique.” You ignored Minnie’s comment as she finished with your hair, pulling and tugging it in different directions. “What do you two think?” Joshua and Jeonghan looked up, watching as Minnie pulled your hair up into a curly updo. “Up.” She dropped it down, allowing your hair to fall loosely around your face. “Down.”

           Jeonghan and Joshua walked over, seeing your cheeks tint pink as they leaned close to examine you. Jeonghan reached out and tugged your hair up. He and Joshua muttered to one another before Joshua reached out and took hold of a few small strands, letting those strands fall in a frame around your face. The feeling of their fingers brushing along your cheeks and head made you feel a bit flustered, and you looked down at your lap.

“Don’t fall in love with us, now,” Jeonghan said, seemingly catching your feeling of embarrassment. Joshua laughed a bit as your eyes snapped back up at the grinning angel. “There.”  They leaned back a bit, and Minnie took a look as well. When her eyes sparkled, you felt a bit embarrassed.

“How on earth did you two decide to major in law or all things?” Minnie asked. As you felt your hair fall loose once again, you saw Jeonghan and Joshua look directly at you, amused smiles on their faces.

           “Yeah,” Joshua said. “How did we?” You grabbed the nearest thing – a pillow – throwing it at them as they hurried away in amused and playful laughter.

           “Get out of here! I need to finish getting ready.” You shouted. The men shouted their goodbyes to Minnie before hurrying out of the apartment and closing the door behind them. You sighed, crossing your arms. “They’re a handful.”

           “But they’re nice.” Minnie made sure to add. You nodded. “They seem like good people.”

           “Yeah. They are good people.” You repeated, smiling at the thought. You had only known them for about a week, but you have found yourself warming up to them much quicker than you had originally thought. The craziness of the situation felt normal now. You couldn’t imagine the duo not being around.

           “And they’re cute,” Minnie added. “I mean they look like two angels straight from heaven.” The laugh you emanated was a bit more…forced than it was before.  

           “Right.” You muttered out. A moment of silence rang through the room before you finally said: “I hope this goes well.”

           “It will,” Minnie assured.

           “I’m worried it’ll be awkward.”

           “Has it felt awkward?” she asked.

           “Mmm…” you took a moment to think about your interactions the past few days. “Yes and no.” You stated. “I feel like it’s been pretty normal. But whenever he tries to do nice things for me…I feel like I don’t deserve it.”

           “Like the credit card thing?” You nodded. “I had to admit I was shocked when he didn’t bring you anything from Japan this time.”

           “I know. But I already decided I can’t be upset. I didn’t ask for anything, he didn’t say he would get me anything. It’s alright. He’s already been very good to me.” You smiled sadly as you pressed your fingers together. “But still, I can’t help but feel my heart hurt when I think about it.”

           “That’s normal,” Minnie said. “Maybe he’ll be so stunned by your look tonight that he’ll buy you whatever you want afterward.” You laughed a bit, shaking your head. “Mingyu’s crazy about you; friend, girlfriend, whatever. He doesn’t treat us the same way he treats you. So, I don’t know what you did, but it worked.”

           You smiled softly. “I don’t know if I’d say all that.” You admitted. Minnie sighed a bit. “But thanks.”

           “Sure.” Minnie smiled. “Now-.” She patted your shoulders. “Let’s get you in that dress. I’ll go grab the necklace.” You watched as Minnie hurried to the bags you had settled on the chair. As you rose from your spot, you headed towards the bathroom, grabbing your dress and closing the door to get ready.

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           “Aaaah, Mingyu-Hyung! Come out and let us seeee.” Seungkwan begged from his spot on the couch. Hoshi sat beside him, typing away on his phone. Joshua and Jeonghan, who had just arrived, stood behind the couch and watched.

           “Alright!” Mingyu called. When he stepped out, closing the bathroom door behind him, Hoshi and Seungkwan gasped in dramatic surprise.

           “AAAAAA, Hyung! You look amazing!” Seungkwan gasped, rising from his spot.

           “Yeah, I’m jealous.” Hoshi grinned. Mingyu chuckled, fixing the jacket of his suit. He glanced himself over in the mirror once, before looking back at his friends. They were throwing compliments like they were tennis balls, each one bouncing off Mingyu as he grew increasingly flustered. Joshua watched his cheeks turn an embarrassed pink. Joshua saw Jeonghan was offering a thumbs up to Mingyu as he continued to make sure every part of his outfit was perfect. He took the focus on Mingyu to think back to you in the store, scanning over your hair and smoothing out the different parts of the dress that clung to your body. He looked over to Mingyu’s belongings on the table. He eyed up some flowers that sat on top of it all, a stunning and most likely expensive bouquet of roses just as deep a red as your outfit.

           When he looked back, he saw Mingyu approaching the group. Seungkwan and Hoshi looked him over, continuing to gush.       

           “She’s going to fall over. I can see it now.” Mingyu watched as Seungkwan pushed Hoshi to a clearer space, before dramatically falling to his knees and taking Hoshi’s hand. “Oppa! You’re so handsome, my gosh! Please let’s get married now!” The high-pitched voice made Mingyu snort.

           Hoshi, not one to ever give up on the bit, gripped Seungkwan’s hand. He dropped his vocal tone to a dramatic low: “My love, we shall run away together and be married in the morning!”

           “Oh my God.” Mingyu groaned, unable to contain his amused laughter as his friends continued to reenact a very dramatic scene. “This might be the worst drama scene I’ve ever witnessed.” In hopes of avoiding any more of the embarrassing performance, he looked over at Joshua and Jeonghan, both of whom were also amused by their antics. “Are you sure this will match?” he asked, motioning to his tie. “It was the closest to ‘deep red’ I could get so last minute.”

           “Perfectly,” Jeonghan assured.

           Joshua paused a second, watching as Mingyu nodded and smoothed out the tie. He finally said: “Comment on her hair specifically.” Mingyu blinked, slightly confused by the request. “She seemed the most concerned with how to style it with the outfit. I think she’ll appreciate that.”

           Mingyu nodded. “Okay. Got it.” he pulled his wrist to get a good look at his watch. “Okay, I should get going." He said. He turned to his friends, fixing his suit jacket once again.

           “Fighting, Mingyu!” Hoshi cheered, pumping his fists. Mingyu nodded, balling his fists up in determination.

           “Fighting.” He said. He looked at Joshua and Jeonghan, both of whom offered thumbs up of support as well.

           “Fighting.” They also said. Mingyu smiled, the mere idea that in a matter of minutes, he’d have you in his car driving to the best restaurant on this side of the country. You’d be on his arm for the entire world to see. He wanted to show you off as he grabbed his belongings and headed out the door. When it closed behind them, Seungkwan and Hoshi plopped themselves down on the couch.

           “Want to order dinner?” Hoshi asked. The duo nodded, before looking up at the angels standing behind them.

           “Hm?” Jeonghan muttered. “Aaaah, no. We have to go, too.”

           “Wha- you do? Where?” Hoshi asked, now fully turned towards the duo. Joshua and Jeonghan were hoping to catch a peek at the both of you starting your date, gathering information on how it goes to better help set anything up in the future.

           “Home,” Joshua said simply. “We have some homework to get done for next week.”

           “On Saturday night?” Seungkwan asked, frowning. “Wow. Handsome and studious. No wonder they’re so popular.” Joshua and Jeonghan chuckled. “Next time?”

           “Absolutely,” Jeonghan said. They wasted no time saying their goodbyes before heading out the door, hurrying down the stairs and onto the streets of Seoul.

“That compliment on her hair was kind of genius,” Jeonghan said, making Joshua look over. He shrugged their pace finally slowing to a brisk walk down the street.

“I just want it to go well.” He said.

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           “Spin for me! Spin for me!” Minnie squealed. You laughed, doing as she requested and allowing for her to see an entire view of you. She shouted. “Oh, he’s going to be asking for your hand in marriage after this!”

           “Oh, stop.” You laughed, though you felt a bit giddy when she said that. You looked down at the dark black pumps that you had fished out of your closet from a year or so prior, ones that hurt your toes but God damn it did they bump your height up just enough to be tolerable. You looked at the clock. “He should be here soon.” Minnie hurried over, making sure to check that your hair was perfect and your accessories laid just so.

           “Those two picked right with your hair. The strands frame your face so nicely.” Minnie’s compliment made you smile. “But I’m sure that means nothing to me. When Mingyu says it-.” You laughed a bit. “Okay, okay. You look perfect. Do you have your bag?”

           “Oh, uh-.” You grabbed your bag, a small, maroon clutch that you bought just for this outfit. It had a bit of silver décor that matched well with your silver jewelry. “Ready.”

           “I hope you have so much fun!” Minnie clapped her hands together. “I’m going to stay right here so you can tell me everything when you get back. No arguments.” You laughed a bit.

           “Okay, then.” You said. You were still admiring yourself in the mirror, unable to look away. The idea of this date – you hoped Mingyu considered it a date too - being the pinnacle of setting your relationship on a new path made you feel on top of the world. Nothing could ruin this night. You couldn’t let it.

           It was then that you heard the knock.

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           Mingyu was pulling up to the apartments, parking in his usual spot in the resident parking lot. Turning off his car, he got out of his spot to notice another nice car parked on the other side of the lot. Cocking an eyebrow, he took a second to catch a glimpse of who was inside. He did not see anyone, simply shrugging his shoulders. He had more important things to worry about as he headed into the door of your apartment building and towards the elevator

           Click. Click. Click. Each floor the elevator ascended made Mingyu shift nervously in his place. It was never-ending. To keep himself focused and sane, Mingyu fixed his tie and made sure every part of his outfit was smoothed out just right. The flowers were clutched in his hand, and the visual of them shaking a bit was the only way he could tell he was shaking. Relax, Mingyu. This is just like anything else. Don’t make it weird. His pep talks to himself continued as the elevator jolted to a stop. With a deep, confident breath, he waited for the doors to open before him.

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           “Coming!” You called. Hurrying over to the door, you felt a grin plaster on your face. Looking at Minnie, you smoothed out your dress one last time, and Minnie brushed a few rebellious hairs down onto your scalp once again. “Okay.” With a deep breath, you opened the door. “Hey-.” Your smile immediately dropped.

           Before you stood a stunning woman. She had long, curly black hair that dropped to her shoulder blades. Her skin was a porcelain white, colored meticulously by a few beautiful shades of beige and cream makeup. The only things that you caught on her face were a few scattered moles, one under her lip, and one on the side of her nose. It only added to her beauty. She rubbed her hand along the side of her tight black pants and fixed the sleeve of her lavender blouse. When she finally caught your eyes, your breath hitched at her stunningly captivating eyes.

           When she uttered your name, almost as if she was asking herself a question, you could only nod. Her smile only widened as she stuck her hand in your direction. “Nice to meet you. I’m Mina Myoui. I’ve heard so much about you.” 

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im curious to know why bb is ringless so weird seeing him at an event without his rings I miss them

I KNOW AND NO NAIL POLISH.......

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25Oct21

In floral headdress, H danced around, Shortly thereafter, donning a crown. Hail the Sunflower King! Bow down, kiss the ring! We would, except none could be found??

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[s-horne]

71.

“Buy you a drink?”

Tony lifted his gaze from the bartender’s and turned to the man who had slid up next to him. He towered over Tony and Tony rather thought there’d be a significant height difference even if Tony hadn’t been sitting.

“Wow,” he said, not quite sure if he was commenting on the approach or the man himself. He really was something else. “Straight in there, huh? No niceties.”

“Oh, I think you’ll find I can be very nice,” the man said, voice dropping and eyes sweeping over Tony’s body in the least subtle way. “So, how about that drink?”

Tony pondered the question for a long moment, the fingers of his right hand absentmindedly going to the ring on his left. He pushed it up to the knuckle and back down again.

“If that’s what you’re worried about,” the man said, taking a step closer to be heard over the loud music, eyes down on Tony’s hand, “then I should let you know that I can be very discreet. Wonderfully so.”

It wasn’t like Tony had ever been tempted outside of his marriage before, but there was a fire burning in the pit of his stomach caused by the approach of this man that he hadn’t felt for a while. He wanted to explore it, to see where it would go. There was no harm in a little flirtation, after all.

Tony met the man’s gaze. Looking straight into the other’s eyes and seeing such hunger directed at him only made the flames lick Tony’s insides with more strength, growing and twisting and burning with a passion he’d almost forgotten he’d ever had.

Crossing his right leg over his left, Tony’s tongue poked out and he wet his bottom lip, sinking his teeth into it as he debated for a moment more.

“One drink,” he said, gesturing at the seat next to him with his ringed hand. Even with his eyes still on his companion’s, he saw the light glint off it. It put something of a dampener on the flames in his stomach, but the feeling was a weird sort of guilt. It was the sort that made Tony want to pursue it, to feel it some more. It was like poking a nearly-healed bruise or tugging on a few strands of hair just enough to feel the pin-pricks of pain. Like cracking a knuckle that had been stubbornly resisting.

“Steve,” the man said as he slid into the empty seat by Tony and pulled him back out of his thoughts. “And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?”

Tony didn’t blush as he carefully moulded his fingers around Steve’s outstretched hand. It was a close call, but he’d never admit it had happened. “Tony.”

“No spouse around tonight?” Steve asked, holding up two fingers to the bartender before pointing at the whisky glass in front of Tony. “No deeply loving wife wondering when you’ll be home for dinner?”

Tony snorted. “If it was a deeply loving wife I had waiting, do you really think I’d let you have your hand that high up my leg?”

Steve grinned wickedly, eyes dark in the dim light but glinting with something that Tony wanted to see more of. “Not so loving then?”

“Something like that,” Tony answered, letting his leg be pulled closer to Steve’s. The hand on his thigh slid into the inside seam of his pants and Tony’s heartrate quickened. It wasn’t that he’d gotten boring in his old age and his marriage wasn’t exactly stale, but it had been a long time since he’d gotten so daring in public.

“Let’s not spend our time worrying about my marriage,” Tony said, barely acknowledging the bartender placing drinks down by them. “I’m sure you didn’t come here for that.”

When Steve’s gaze didn’t waver, Tony grew a little bolder. He reached out for his new glass without looking and took a generous sip. It burned as it slid down his throat, hot and leaving its mark. Tony would remember it the next morning.

It was a good metaphor for the man sitting in front of him and Tony took another long gulp, desperate to feel the same burn again.

“No,” Steve said, voice a little deeper than before and grip on Tony’s thigh tightening. “I can’t say that I did.”

Tony covered Steve’s hand with his own, the cool metal of his ring warming quickly with his touch.

“I saw you when you came in.” Tony wasn’t even lying. Steve was tall and broad, suited in fitted trousers and a tight, blue shirt. His blond hair wasn’t a rare colour, but its cut only served to accentuate his sharp features and many heads in the bar had turned with his arrival. “I watched you.”

“And I saw you. Noticed you the second I walked through the door. Wanted you to come over.”

Tony tapped his ring finger on Steve’s hand a few times and Steve moved his other hand away from his whisky glass to cover it from view.

“Well,” Tony murmured, voice barely loud enough to carry over the music. “I’m glad you came to me in the end.”

//

 From there to the cab was a blur to Tony. He remembered wandering hands, touches a little too close to gropes to be suitable for a public setting, and hot breath on his neck as Steve whispered in his ear. It took a moment for him to remember his address and gasp it to the taxi driver before Tony attached himself to Steve’s lips once more, desperate for the feeling again.

They were intoxicating, like a fine wine or the richest of chocolates. How Tony had ever breathed without sharing the air with Steve was a mystery to him. He spared half a thought for their cab driver and resolved to tip him well just as Steve’s hand slid under his shirt and up between his shoulder blades. The moan Tony let out shocked even him.

Make that a very large tip for the cab driver.

 //

 “Bedroom,” Tony panted when Steve finally freed his lips and moved to attack his throat instead.

“Aren’t you going to offer me a tour?”

Tony let out a groan and his head fell back against the wall. “Kitchen is down there, living room is that door. Office is upstairs – conveniently opposite the bedroom. Trust me, that’s the highlight of the house.”

Steve laughed throatily before he sunk his teeth into Tony’s pulse point. “If you insist,” he said. He pulled away and Tony did his level best to not whine at the loss of the warm body against his. “I guess the tour can wait. Lead the way.”

Tony took a deep breath before he started up the dark stairs.

“How long do we have?” Steve followed Tony closely, keeping his hands on Tony’s waist the whole time. “Until we’re going to be found?”

“I have – I’m alone all night. Out with friends,” Tony groaned. They hit the landing and Steve dragged him in for another kiss.

“Will they notice?” Steve asked, trailing his lips down the column of Tony’s throat. “Will they know just by looking at you that you’ve been with someone else? What about a mark?”

Steve licked over the same spot again and again. “What if I made a mark here? Would they see?” He paused and Tony rocked forward, eager for friction against his rapidly-hardening dick. “Would they even care?”

The words hit Tony square in the chest. His movements slowed just a little, hands stuttering where they were trying to lift Steve’s shirt.

 It made him think, pulled him out of his haze of alcohol and lust and actually made him think. What was he doing?

With a mental shake of his head, Tony did his best to push those thoughts away. He knew exactly what he was doing, he reminded himself as Steve lifted his hand to Tony’s lips, resting three fingers on his bottom lip.

It was the smallest of movements, but Tony’s wince must have caught Steve’s attention. He stopped almost instantly and put some distance between them. Despite Tony’s whine, he stayed put and levelled Tony with a look instead.

“What?”

Tony did his best to shrug it off and parted his lips, tongue flicking out to wet Steve’s fingertips.

“Tony, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Tony wrapped his arm around Steve’s waist and pulled him close, pressing his crotch against Steve’s and grinding down. His eyes shut involuntarily. “Kiss me, baby.”

“Tony.” And that was a serious tone. Tony stilled his movements and Steve stepped back, breaking Tony’s hold on his hips. “What did I do wrong?”

Tony shut his eyes and pressed a somewhat-shaky hand to his forehead. Maybe all of that whisky had been a bad idea. After letting out a long, slow breath, he opened his eyes again. “Nothing. You did nothing wrong.”

“I obviously did,” Steve said quietly. They stood in silence for a long while, Tony’s heart beating loudly in his chest and palms beginning to sweat. Time passed slowly. The room seemed to get smaller and smaller as thoughts bombarded him. He felt alone, as though he was bereft without Steve’s touch despite it only having been gone for a matter of moments.

Eventually Tony nodded ever so slightly and Steve took a small pace forward. He felt less like he was about to have a major panic attack so he welcomed Steve’s touch to the back of his hand. “No one reacts that way when everything is fine.”

“Everything is fine,” Tony said. “I mean it, I’m okay.”

“I don’t believe that for a moment,” Steve said, curling his hand over Tony’s and entwining their fingers. “Everything was going so well. What happened?”

Tony closed his eyes again, images flashing through his mind. He felt weak all over, the alcohol from the club hitting him even harder all of a sudden and his legs began to shake. There was no real reason to be embarrassed, but he felt red-hot pinpricks at the back of his neck anyway. “Tony, what’s wrong?”

“Your hand,” Tony said, turning it over in his hold and lifting them between their chests. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what? My hand? What did I do? Tony, sweetheart, this was your idea.”

“And I’ve changed my mind. I can’t do this.”

“Okay,” Steve said immediately. He squeezed Tony’s hand tighter and pulled him a little closer. “Okay, end scene. It’s over, we’re done. Now what did I do? Did I touch you – was it–”

“The ring,” Tony said. He dropped his gaze to Steve’s hand clasped between their bodies, bare and ringless. “I put a ring on your finger for a reason. I can’t, I don’t want to see–”

“Okay.” Steve pulled his hand from Tony’s grip, but before Tony could mourn the loss of his touch again, he wrapped both of his arms around Tony’s neck. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you – I’m here.”

“I’m sorry,” Tony whispered into Steve’s neck, wrapping his hands around Steve’s waist and slipping his fingers just below the waistband of Steve’s underwear. Despite having plans to get into Steve’s underwear, Tony had expected the circumstances to be wildly different.

“Don’t be, my darling. It’s okay.”

“We were going to have so much fun,” Tony muttered mournfully. “So much.”

He felt rather than heard Steve’s soft chuckle.

“We can still have fun,” Steve said into his hair, non-ringed hand sliding up to cradle his head. “We had fun up until now. We can salvage it.”

“Put your ring back on.”

There was another low laugh, but Tony didn’t find anything funny about the situation.

“I mean it,” he said petulantly, tightening his hold on Steve and feeling them start to sway ever so slightly.

“I know you do.”

“I bet you don’t even know where it is, do you?” It was meant to be a joke, but for some reason that he didn’t want to look in to, Tony’s tone came out a little too flat and just the wrong side of bitter. Everything was suddenly just too real and he tried to bury his face even closer to Steve’s neck and avoid it all.

It seemed that Steve knew Tony far too well and moved back instead of letting Tony hide. He lifted Tony’s head with one gentle hand, ducking his head until Tony gave in and met his gaze.

“It’s in a box on my bedside table. It might not fit all that well with the role-play we were going for, but I didn’t want it too far away whilst it wasn’t on my finger.”

The words themselves seemed sincere, but it was the fierce look flashing through Steve’s eyes that really made Tony believe it. He sagged forward, trusting Steve to catch his weight, and rested his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. Steve smelt like spicy bodywash and the cologne that Tony had picked up on his last business trip. It was a killer combo and, once again, Tony mourned the loss of their evening’s activities.

“Put it back on,” he said, feeling like a broken record but also not caring all that much. Steve had chosen him, after all. Had stood in front of their family and friends and promised to wear Tony’s ring forever. It was legally binding and Tony didn’t want to lose Steve. He couldn’t lose Steve. Not even for one night of role play. “I don’t want to cheat.”

“You’re not,” Steve said softly, fiercely. “It’s role play. It’s all just a fantasy.”

“But I don’t want it. Why would I? You’re perfect.”

“I’m far from–”

“No,” Tony cut in quickly, squeezing Steve and pressing closer. Too close. They were almost one, aligned from head to toe. The panic that Tony had felt not that long ago had gone as he spread his fingers across the bottom of Steve’s back, feeling the warm flesh under his palms and thanking any God he could think of for the privilege. It had been a stupid idea, the whole thing. They didn’t need it. They didn’t need to pretend and they didn’t need spice.

“You’re utterly, completely perfect for me and I will never want anything else. So put your ring back on and take me to bed. Forget that stupid fantasy. I never want to pretend like that again. I just want you. Husband.”

The grin that Steve gave him was blinding and Tony never wanted to look at anything else again.

“As you wish,” Steve answered, ducking down for a sweet kiss, “husband.”

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[peeterparkr]

In Lod what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about Tom and reader?

OOOF, here’s a little blurb of it... 

Tom’s proposal.Blurb inspired by  Limits of Desire. 

Tom proposed just before Haz and Lizzie’s wedding, if we’re honest, he had wanted to wait, but he just couldn’t, and it hadn’t been like he’d planned it. He had wanted to do it somewhere very nice, he’d planned to do it on a very nice place. 

But he was carrying the ring around everywhere since his mother had given him his grandma’s ring. Yes, he didn’t buy it, no tiffany blue box in his drawer this time, it was more emotional. 

And if we’re honest, Tom had wanted to get down on one knee since he had first seen her in that Megara costume. But they both knew that they had a lot to do, they had to settle in a relationship, which, if we’re honest, was very... very easy. They’d just translated old habits into a relationship, and now, thank you very much, they could kiss all day and there was no trouble. And it was very nice, very domestic and intimate, and perfect. 

Even when it wasn’t, they weren’t a perfect couple, of course. They’d sometimes have fights, like all couples do, but they loved each other too much to let it sting. Tom would let her cry, and then eventually she’d come back looking for him. 

There was a constant in their relationship, they were best friends first and a couple second. If that made any sense, because they’d listen to each other, and they’d cheer the one up. It was never 50/50... It’d be 80/20, or 30/70. But they both gave their 100%. Maybe that’s why it worked. Best friends who happened to be in love with each other.

Even when Tom was away, that’s when things got hard. Only because they’d miss each other too much, until they realized they really didn’t have to be away. Y/N started travelling along with him. 

But overall, the relationship was fun. They’d even joke about the events they’d gone through like whenever they’d be walking down a supermarket, they’d joke about y/n running from the aisle, or if Tom would take time to say something they’d joke about having to go back to Mexico so he could finally know what he’d say. 

There had been times when Tom was ringless, and he would blurt out the question randomly, ‘hey y/n, if I asked you to marry me would you say yes?’ 

and then she’d answer ‘Dunno, maybe... but I’ll run away’. 

It’d been weird, just before y/n had been so happy about weddings, and she was even writing about them but now... It seemed that she didn’t need it, she only wanted Tom. 

But then he had a ring, and he stopped asking it because he didn’t want her to suspect anything. She didn’t. 

And then, he’d have reservations in fancy restaurants, or he’d prepare very romantic nights... But that wasn’t it. He thought: the right moment will come. But he knew it had to be something spectacular, he couldn’t do expect anything else, you know? It was y/n, not any other girl, it was y/n. 

The girl had been writing amazing things about him, and after all, they’ve gone through, he needed to tell her he loved her in the biggest way, the world had to know it, you know? 

But he was conflicted because he knew y/n wasn’t... a big fan of BIG PDA, she was simple. But of course, this couldn't be simple. 

But Tom couldn’t wait anymore, and when Haz had gotten engaged, Tom was so stressed. Why hadn’t he proposed yet? Even if y/n wasn’t pushing him to do it, and she barely mentioned it...Everyone else would. Her friends. His friends. His family. Her family. ‘When’s your turn?’ 

Haz had proposed quicker to Lizzie, and Tom, even after all those years, he was still waiting? 

But Tom didn’t know if y/n wanted to get married, because of course, last time she was about to...Well, we know where that ended. But Tom couldn’t stop hinting it. He’d say stuff like: ‘Our wedding will be prettier, it’ll have nicer colors.’ ‘Our wedding will be bigger’ ‘I want to see you on your wedding dress already’ ‘When we get married, there’ll be fireworks’  

But he... couldn’t find the right time. It was until the day before Liz and Haz’ wedding when he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. 

And maybe y/n was super tired because let’s face it, Lizzie sounds like one crazy bridezilla, so maybe she called him like: “Hey, let’s order a pizza, and watch some movies and forget there’s a wedding tomorrow.” 

And they were laughing at life, and cuddling and just enjoying the moment, you know? Cuddled against each other, and it felt like any other day they’d gone through. And Tom knew it, Tom finally knew it. He didn’t need anything else, he didn’t need a big wedding, he didn’t need the fireworks and he didn’t need the fancy restaurants. 

He didn’t need anything else, not a big wedding, not... anything, he just needed to know he’d spend the rest of his life with her.

So he popped the question.... And he said it, that in a few years that’s all he needed, a couch, a movie on and y/n in his arms, he didn’t ask for anything else but for her to love him for the rest of their lives. 

Needless to say, a ring was then on her hand. 

And it was a good thing that they didn’t want a perfect wedding, even if they had planned one. It was a good thing that y/n and Tom both knew that in the end, it only mattered that she was walking down the aise to spend the rest of their lives togehter. 

It’s a good thing they didn’t care if the wedding had been ruined, it’s a good thing that they didn’t mind if it wasn’t perfect. Trust me, it wasn’t. 

Y/N had said: ‘everything that could go wrong, will go wrong’, and damn right she was... But that’s another story. 

i’ll tag people from LOD because I feel like I left you guys with a lot of questions. 

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[loud-bread-boy]

Random Soulmate AUS (Spn Edition)

Hey hey remember this? Weeelp I made kind of a part two with just TFW 2.0.  I was reading the comments and it got me really inspired (no that’s not a joke. Tell the writer when you like their fic! It really motivates us! Seriously, simple things like “I liked this” make me giddy as hell) It was gonna have new ones for the MCU peeps too but I was really bored writing out the ones I got to.  Cas’ doesn’t have a meeting scene and Sam’s is kinda angsty oops Jack: Your soulmates favorite color is your eye color. Having your eyes randomly change color wasn’t abnormal. Sometimes people would see a color they liked more and their soulmates eyes would change accordingly. But having your eyes change every couple minutes felt very weird. Color changes didn’t hurt, but they were always uncomfortable. For most of your life your eyes were grey. You thought maybe your soulmate had very weird interests, until four years ago. You were fixing your hair in the mirror when you saw orange slowly bleeding from your pupil. You blink through the discomfort out of sheer fascination, feeling like you need  to watch these events play out. From then until now it’s felt like a child discovering the world. One moment your eyes would be blue like they sky, then green like grass. A few days ago, you noticed they’d stopped changing, which felt weird. Your eyes settled on a nice pastel blue color, with flecks of pink dancing around the iris. You were dating Jack for a few months before he finally asked what your favorite color was. You were dreading the conversation. What if your colors didn’t match up? You know his eyes are your favorite color, but plenty of people like that color. If you tell him yours, then you have to deal with him telling you his, then you have to feel your heart break when he says something other than “I like blue and pink.” You avoid eye contact when you tell him, fiddling with something in your hands to trick your brain into thinking you’re busy. “And...how about yours?” You look back up at him to see a huge smile plastered across his face. “I can’t choose between blue and pink” Dean: You can taste everything your soulmate tastes. You’ve always hated tasting what he tastes. Shitty diner food and beer seemed to be the only two things your soulmate knew how to consume. You’d wake up at three am with a burn in your throat from his whiskey, or feel nauseous at lunch as he shoveled a burger and fries into his mouth while you were trying to eat. You tried to get back at him a few times by eating things that he’s probably never tried and wouldn’t like. After a girl in your town is murdered, you are questioned by the FBI. They stop you while you’re walking and eating a granola bar. One of the agents seems stunned as he watches you chew, then fixes his gaze to your eyes. “Your choice in drinks is crap.” “...You’re one to talk, Mr. Whiskey-at-midnight.”

Sam: A broken heart appears on your skin after your heart gets broken. Your entire torso is covered in broken hearts. All over your arms, hands, chest, stomach, and a few dotted on your thighs. You’ve been asked how you could get your heart broken so many times. You never know how to answer that. You feel a pinch on your finger as you catch Sam and Eileen gazing lovingly at each other at the other end of the table. Looking down you see yet another broken heart. You sigh heavily. “Something wrong?” Sam asks, his brows knitting together in worry. You feel another pinch on your thigh.“Just uh….My eyes hurt. I need a break.” You close the lore book you were reading and go off to your room in the bunker. One would think you’d be over this crush by now.

Cas: Everyone is born with a ring around one of their fingers, the color indicates what your soulmate is feeling at that moment. Being born without a ring wasn’t all bad. You didn’t have to see the red and wonder what they could be angry about. You never had to see the ring turn grey and ask yourself why they were depressed. But it was sad sometimes. You were never picked on, more pitied.  Lacking a ring was somewhat rare. Some people had two or three. You often wondered why you of all people didn’t have a ring. Was there something wrong with you? Were you really that unlovable?   One night you were particularly bored so you decided to reread your books written by other ringless people. They all say the same thing. “You can be happy without a soulmate,” “You only need yourself,” or the ever so rare but still just as frustrating, “There’s a lid for every pot.” Bullshit. You kept repeating to yourself. You skim through another page when your thumb starts to burn. Like, really burn. You hiss in pain and hold your hand tightly to your chest. A ring slowly burns its way onto your finger, being red at first, then yellow, then blue, then green, purple, brown, grey, black and settling on orange. You’d read about rings being gained later in life but it was so rare that you didn’t really believe it. Supposedly, you lacked a ring because they weren’t the person they needed to be in order to be your soulmate. So who is this person, and what did they do in order to get their ring?

#dean #cas #sam #jack #Jack Kline #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Castiel #soulmate #soulmate au #soulmate aus #Dean x Male Reader #dean x male!reader #sam x male reader #sam winchester x reader #Dean winchester x reader #Sam x reader #Jack x reader #Cas x reader #Castiel x reader #Castiel x male reader #Jack x male reader #supernatural #supernatural au #supernatrual x reader #supernatural x male reader #male reader #male!reader #sam winchester x male reader #sam angst

[stylesunchained]

That's so interesting. while I still love him, for me it's cooled down a bit. I'm just not as excited about things he does and maybe it has to do with the fact that i don't feel his enthusiasm as much? Have to admit though, Adam missing and the circumstances around it (though he's not said anything) seem...iffy? Might have an impact on me as well.

Love the ringless hands though, such beautiful hands! One of the first things I notice in people I meet!

To each their own! I feel like he’s lost a lot of fans, but gained just as many new ones. But fandoms are cycles and it’s normal for that to happen tbh.

I dmsmsnxn I love his hands but it feels WEIRD to see him without the rings. They’re still beautiful tho 🥺

[thewriterwithnoplan]

Night (Part 5)

Summary: Y/N isn’t exactly a villain they just call her a ‘bad guy’. At least it’s for the right reason, children. Y/N looks after children, it’s her way of washing the slate clean. And the slate needs a good scrubbing if Y/N is ever to wash all that blood off. Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader Word Count: 844 Warnings: None.

A/N: Sorry if some things are spaced weird, this was formatted on a computer.

"What is your name?" The Bat demanded.

"Night."

"How old are you?" Tim Drake leaned against the door of the interrogation room.

"Nineteen."

Dick turned her ring over in his hands, the ring he'd slipped from her finger after cuffing her to the metal table, "What type of stone is this?"

"Red Diamond."

Batman started, "A real red diamond? Did you steal it?"

"Yes. No." Y/N groaned. "How long is this going to take? I have to be back to the kids by dawn, Jay can only do so much for now."

"It'll take as long as it takes," Dick shook his head, gripping one of her hands to examine where the ring had been. "There's a tan line, how long have you had this?"

"Since I was five, can I have it back now?" She seethed, tilting her arms on the table in a hand it over motion.

"Five?" Tim pushed himself from the wall and stalked forward to take the ring from Dick. He examined the engravings. "What language is this?"

"Arabic, hand it over." Night jolted in her chair, trying to find some way to reach just a little further.

"What's it say?" He turned toward the current Robin offering the ring up.

"Beloved." He answered quickly as if he were the one being strapped to a table and interrogated. The audacity.

"Oh come on Damian you didn't even look at it." Tim complained, shoving the ring into his hands. Damian almost recoiled, he placed it carefully on the table - just out of reach.

"That is Damian Wayne?" Night scoffed, a bitter amusement lighting her eyes. "Oh how the mighty have fallen. You're in tights, Betrothed."

"Betrothed?" Tim, Dick and Bruce spun so fast their necks might have cracked it they'd been even a millisecond faster. They stared expectantly at the blood Wayne, who simply stared back. He leant against the table with his hip, arms crossed stubbornly.

"So you going to give me back my ring or what?" Y/N gave him a mocking smile. The boy just huffed a sigh and reluctantly slid it over. She stuffed it back onto her finger but before he could take his hand out of her reach she lunged, ripping his glove off. "No ring? That's how it is huh?"

"What is she talking about?" Bruce demanded, his son slid his hand away from the girl and shrugged.

"Why are you here Y/N?"

A chill swept up her spine, no one had called her that in years. Fourteen years in fact. If she hadn't reminded herself of it she might have actually thought her name was Night. But this blatant reminder of the fact that she was a real person too. With a real name - It was almost too much. But she composed herself and gave a half shrug and a smile that wasn't entirely faked.

"Did my mother send you?" Her smile fell.

"No offence, but Talia is a raving lunatic." She shook her head, hair flinging itself into her eyes. She reached a hand to swipe it away, only to huff at the restraints and slump onto the table. "You know she's been hunting me since you left right? They tried taking me in for questioning," She curled her fingers in quotation marks. "But you know how the league tends to go overboard. So like any sane person I ran and woopdy do they seemed to think I knew where you were, how to get to you so..." Another shrug.

Damian brushed the hair from her face, leaned in and breathed, "I don't believe you."

"Just ask Jason," She met Damian's stare. "Or any former street kid in fact. Not that it changes much of anything." A too casual gesture to his ringless left hand.

With a roll of his eyes he stuck his hand down the neckline of his shirt, pulling out a plain necklace. And hanging from it, between his fingers- A black gold ring, a blue diamond set into the precious metal, engraved just as Y/N's was. He pressed it between his fingers, lifting it so he could better see it. The writing there, حبيبتي or Habibi meaning My Love.

"It's priceless," He slipped it back into his shirt, patting it twice before turning to the door. "I wasn't about to get rid of it."

And just as he was almost through the door,

"Ya Rouhi,” (You are my Soul) She called after him, he turned something catching in his eyes.

"'Ana lm 'ansan.” (I have not forgotten), he turned again.

"’Ashen 'an la tansaa.” (Best to not forget) He smiled slightly before moving passed the threshold of the door.

"Are we missing something?" Tim demanded once the youngest Wayne had left earshot. "Is there some history we're not reading into or..?"

"I think they're engaged?" Dick looked utterly confused, turning to Bruce who seemed to have lost function.

Y/N grinned at them, though the care free expression was less than. "Gotta catch up boys."

#Damian Wayne #damian x reader #bruce wayne #dick grayson #Tim Drake #nightwing #batman #batfamily #robin #Red Robin

[cactuslester]

And, Like Putting On Glasses, I Saw the World in Perfect Clarity

Summary: Dan thinks this trip to the Isle of Man will be like all the other trips to visit the Lesters. Little does he know, Phil has a 3 carat surprise for him.

Word Count: ~6.2K

Genre: fluff, established relationship, proposal, engagement, December 2018 theories (I think these theories are prevalent enough to be their own genre/trope in the phandom)

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello guys! I haven't posted a fic in nearly two years, but I'm trying to get back into writing. I think all the engagement theories swirling around the fandom right now are adorable, so I had to write about them. Huge thanks to my lovely betas Hayden @vinylester, Martha @headlesghost, and Sarah @thedemonsadvocate! Any feedback, positive or negative, is much appreciated.

AO3

“Hey, our flight leaves in three hours, get home soon okay?”

Phil nestled the phone between his ear and shoulder as he listened to the reply from the other end and responded, “Yeah okay, mmhm, don’t worry, I remembered. Okay okay alright love you bye.”

He dropped the t-shirt he was folding to hang up the call and tossed the phone onto his bed, wincing when he heard it slide off and hit the floor. Oh well, it’s got a case on it, he reminded himself. He then made his way to his drawers and opened the top one; after rummaging through the socks, boxer shorts, and for some reason, a bunny ears headband, he finally found what he was looking for and pulled out a little velvet box. It was jet black and surprisingly light, considering it was  carrying an object of greater gravity than his computer, cameras, and collection of awards combined. Phil breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ring still sat safely inside. Sliding down to the floor in front of the drawers, he gazed at it for a moment, admiring his own ability in picking out jewelry. It was a simple pavé ring made of white gold, studded with two rows of tiny glittering diamonds. There was no secret to the fact that Dan always had a mild internal conflict when it came to picking between his two aesthetics—minimalism and luxury, so Phil had found the perfect balance. A simple white gold band would pair well with anything Dan would choose to wear, and the pavé diamonds added luxe without being gaudy.

The mid-morning sun shining through the window of his room bounced off each of the tiny diamonds, casting little beams of light on the walls and ceiling, giving the illusion that the room was filled with hundreds of tiny stars. The effect was breathtaking, and Phil knew Dan would think so too. He got a little lost staring at the ring, thinking about what it represented, knowing that if he had told his younger self from ten years ago that he would make it this far, he would have never believed it. Phil was doing something he truly loved next to the person he loved the most in the world. They had just finished a hugely successful world tour and had so many plans for the future for both their professional and personal lives to look forward to.

All he had to do was pop the question.

The sound of the front door opening snapped Phil out of his contemplation as he scrambled to close the box and tuck it inside the side pocket of his suitcase between two pairs of socks. “Dan?” he called, keeping his voice steady as if he didn’t almost get caught holding a ring box, “Are you nearly done packing? We need to call the taxi in an hour.” Phil heard the jangle of Dan’s keys dropping in the ceramic dish where they kept them, promptly followed by his footsteps bounding up the stairs a second later.

“Uhhhh yeah, I just have my clothes left to pack. Oh, and toiletries also.”

Phil rolled his eyes even though he knew Dan couldn’t see. “Dan, that’s nearly everything. I told you to start packing last night. My mum’s gonna kill me if we miss our flight.”

“Don’t worry, I promise you we won’t be late. Maybe we’ll even be early; I know I can have everything packed and ready to go in forty minutes.”

Phil crossed his arms, half jokingly, half accusingly. “Really? Forty? You’re bluffing and you know it.”

“I promise I’m not. Okay, if I’m not packed in forty, then I’ll take the bins out for two weeks after we come back. Deal?”

“Deal. I hope you’re looking forward to making awkward bin room conversation with our weird neighbors.”

Dan, ever the procrastinator, knew for sure that he could pack in forty minutes as long as he acted quickly. The only essentials he knew he had to bring were his wallet, a couple pairs of black jeans, some t-shirts, socks, shoes, a coat, and his phone. Everything else on the list wasn’t as important, and if he forgot something aside from the essentials, Phil’s parents would probably have it at their house or he could survive a few days without it. He mimed a silent prayer to thank whatever deities there were that he had escaped his dependence on his hair straighteners. Bringing them on every trip used to be such a hassle.

While throwing shirts into the suitcase and cramming miscellaneous items in the spaces between, he let himself get lost in thought. It had been such a tumultuous year, but he was so thankful that all of it had happened. He never thought he’d get this far. And now after such a successful but tiring year, he was getting to spend time with his boyfriend and his family before going to see his own. He was living a charmed life for sure.

Dan stared at his own hands whilst folding a jumper. Ringless. Nine years together was a long time to go without formal engagement. Sure. they had discussed marriage many times, countless times, laying in bed together late at night as the roar of London traffic passed by. And as nine years were soon to turn to ten, he knew it was inevitable. But the question remained. When? He knew that Phil would probably propose soon as they had talked about getting married late 2019 or early 2020, but he also knew he wouldn’t propose during Christmastime. Dan thought it would be adorably cliché and romantic if Phil proposed to him in front of a Christmas tree or in the snow, but he knew that Christmas was a time for Phil to focus on his own family and not the time for him to be planning how to execute a proposal. So Dan knew he wouldn’t be getting a ring this weekend, but he wasn’t upset about it; Phil would plan a beautifully romantic proposal when the time came.

Dan finished folding the last of the shirts and stood up to unplug his phone charger from the socket, tossing it triumphantly in the suitcase as he called out to Phil, “Phil! I’m done packing, and it’s only 11:17; I have twelve minutes to spare! Guess you’ll be the one taking the bins out for two weeks.”

“Hey, wait!” Phil responded indignantly, “I never said I’d take the bins out if you were able to pack in time. You just said that you’d take the bins out if you didn’t pack on time, and I agreed to that.”

“Oh come on, it was implied that the opposite applies: you’d take the bins out if I did pack on time.”

“No it wasn’t and you know it; you just made that up now.”

“Philll,” Dan whined, lips forming a petulant pout, “But aren’t you proud of me for being so responsible and on time? I think you should still take the bins out.”

Phil had never been able to resist Dan’s whiny voice; it was his second biggest weakness right under Dan’s doe eyes. “Oh my god fine, but this is the last time you get away with stating the terms of a bet so vaguely.”

“Aw thanks, love you!” Dan teased.

“Love you too,” Phil responded with slight exasperation, “Now call the taxi or else we’ll be late anyways.”

It was a miracle that security checks went as quickly as they did, with it being the holidays and all, but Phil wasn’t complaining. Even though they now had an hour they would have to kill, this was much preferred to missing the flight. “What’s the gate number again?” he asked Dan, who was holding both of their boarding passes.

“B34, so that way,” Dan pointed to the terminal entrance on their left. “I think it’s actually the same gate we were at when we flew to the Isle last year.”

“Huh, wacky coincidence, what are the odds?”

“Very low,” Dan answered, not fully paying attention to the conversation but instead looking around for something, “Hey, we have an hour, should we go to the Starbucks? It’s at terminal C, but I think we have time.”

“Yeah, it should be fine since our gate’s right at the beginning of terminal B.”

They made their way to the Starbucks in companionable silence. It was moments like these that Phil treasured the most. They didn’t always have to be actively talking to each other to enjoy each others’ company. Just walking with Dan and being in the same space as him made Phil happy, and he knew Dan appreciated it too. Over the years, they had learned love should not always be measured by how codependent they were or if they were constantly speaking to each other. Rather, the true testaments to the strength of their relationship were their ability to communicate with each other without words and their ability to spend some time apart with their own families, knowing that the other loved and was thinking about them.

The Starbucks was busy with people, all waiting for their holiday flights to visit their families or go on vacation. Phil started towards the line, “I’ll order, you get us some seats before they’re all taken.”

A few minutes later, Phil found Dan at the primo location of window seats and headed towards him, caramel macchiatos in hand. He set the two coffees down before taking a seat and promptly picking up his macchiato and blowing on it, hoping to drink it as fast as possible; he hadn’t had a coffee yet this morning. A small smile formed on Dan’s lips when he saw what Phil had ordered. They both loved the exclusive holiday drinks, but caramel macchiatos held a special place in their hearts. It was the drink they both ordered when they met each other for the first time in Manchester, and it was the drink they famously ordered in their Day in the Life video. Dan had brought up the idea of filming another festive Day in the Life this year, but Phil quickly shot that idea down, saying that they already had a lot to do with the Dilmas videos. In reality, Phil knew they could handle editing those videos had it been any other year, but this year, he was too busy planning something else. To combat any suspicion from Dan, Phil chalked it up to lingering fatigue from the tour and his want to have a relaxing holiday season. He may not be a great actor, but he was a damn good liar, which aided him greatly in coordinating his holiday plan without Dan finding out. And so far, his ploy was working perfectly.

They finished their coffees as boarding time drew near and strolled back to terminal B. On the way back to the terminal, Dan so desperately wanted to intertwine his hand with Phil’s. Nine years together, and Dan was still the romantic sap he was in 2009, wanting to hold his boyfriend’s hand if even just for a couple minutes on the walk back to their terminal. But the Heathrow airport was packed, and there was bound to be someone who would recognize them in the throng of people. At least Dan knew he could take comfort in knowing that within a year, he and Phil will have come out to their audience and they could hold hands whenever and wherever they pleased.

The flight to the Isle of Man was short but bumpy; they couldn’t have expected it to be very smooth given how small the plane was. Dan posted several photos on his story about the plane and basked in how good it felt to be open about visiting Phil’s family. Nine years later and Dan, at heart, was still the smitten fanboy he was in 2009, taking any opportunity to brag about being Phil’s person.

The taxi ride over to Phil’s parents house was short as well and consisted mostly of Phil trying to calm Dan down—he was visibly anxious, fiddling with his hands and running his fingers through his hair. In his head, he knew that the Lesters approved of him wholly and considered him part of the family, but he couldn’t help but be filled with the nervousness akin to meeting a significant other’s parents for the first time every time he went up north with Phil.

When they got out of the taxi, Kathryn was already waiting outside the front door. “Hi mum!” Phil half walked, half jogged his way over to her, suitcase trailing behind him.

She pulled him into a hug, “Oh Phil, I’ve missed you. And yes I know you’re going to say I saw you when you came back from tour, but that feels like forever ago.” She let Phil go and waved Dan over, pulling him into a hug, “Come here, you too Dan.”

“Hello Kathryn, how’ve you been?” he asked, morphing into a perfectly polite version of himself as he always did in front of Phil’s parents.

“Oh, I’ve been well. Just so glad you boys are both visiting; I really need people to help me finish all the mince pies we’ve made, and Martyn and Cornelia won’t make nearly as big a dent in them as I know you two will.”

“You know me too well,” Dan laughed as the three headed inside.

Inside, Nigel was pulling cookies out of the oven, telling Dan and Phil how Kathryn made a couple of batches in anticipation of their arrival. Martyn and Cornelia were sat on the couch, heads bent over Martyn’s phone as they both read something off it. The pair stood up and greeted Dan and Phil when they heard them come in. After all their greetings and hugs were exchanged, Kathryn called everyone to the table for afternoon tea and cookies. Inevitably, the conversation turned towards the future.

“Yeah, Phil and I decided that we were going to take a little break from the gaming channel just for a while. We just want to take a step back and decide what we want to do next. This year was a huge year for our careers of course, and next year, we want to have a little more time to focus on our personal lives,” Dan explained. Martyn shot a knowing glance at Phil, but Dan didn’t notice. “I’m not sure if Phil’s told you, but we’re going to start looking for a house. We’re not going to move for another year or two probably, but we want to start looking for a place.”

“Actually,” Kathryn replied, “Phil hasn’t told us yet, but I wish you two the best of luck. Finding a house in London can’t be an easy task.”

After some more conversation and catching up, Phil got up from the table, subtly motioning to Martyn to do so too. Dan was about to get up and follow, but Phil stopped him, “Dan it’s okay, Martyn just wanted to discuss a small thing about the AmazingPhil merch, not super important, you can stay.”

“Oh okay,” Dan sat back down, jumping back into easy conversation with Phil’s parents and Cornelia.

Martyn and Phil headed to the guest room where Martyn and Cornelia were staying. “Okay Phil, what’s the game plan this weekend?”

“Alright, so the biggest thing is to decide what day I should do it,” Phil replied, “I was thinking maybe after Christmas Eve dinner in front of the tree, but I don’t want to take away from the festivities and all of mum’s awesome planning that goes into the Eve dinner. Is there anywhere else I could do it that would also be super pretty and romantic?”

“Aren’t we all going on a hike tomorrow? What if you did it at the top of the peak? Then you guys could get some really great photos with the mountains in the background.”

“Oh my god you’re so right, that would be perfect! Okay on the hike tomorrow it is.”

“Okay, so how exactly do you want to do it?”

Phil explained his idea, and Martyn nodded approvingly. It would require some help from both Martyn and Cornelia, but it wasn’t anything too complicated or fancy. Phil knew that Dan was a sucker for the simple but romantic gestures, and this was exactly that.

Morning light shone through the window of Dan and Phil’s guest room, filtered by the wispy clouds and the curtains. Dan rolled over, opening his eyes to an empty bed. “Phil?” he called out into the house, tensing when he realized the other Lesters may still be asleep and he might’ve just woken them up.

Dan heard soft footsteps on the stairs, and Phil appeared at the door, mug in hand, “Morning, sleepyhead. I brought you some tea.”

“Mm, thanks,” Dan took the warm mug in his hands, “What time is it?”

“It’s eight-forty, everyone is already up. C’mon we’re all having breakfast downstairs.”

“Eight-forty? Everyone is up at eight-forty during the holidays?”

“Yeah, remember the hike? My mum was hoping that we could all head out by nine-thirty and be back by noon in time for lunch.”

“Ohh okay, you go finish your breakfast, I’ll be down right after I get dressed.”

“Okay,” Phil pressed a kiss to Dan’s forehead and headed back downstairs.

Dan had a few sips of his tea and smiled when he realized it was Taylors of Harrogate Earl Grey, his favorite. It was a small gesture, but it warmed Dan’s heart that Phil rummaged through the Lesters’ cabinet of tea to find it. Flipping open his suitcase, he checked the weather on his phone with one hand  and looked for clothes with the other. 5ºC, so he could do with a button up and a light coat. He got dressed and grabbed his coat and the earmuffs that Phil always made fun of to bring downstairs with him. The Lesters and Cornelia greeted him warmly with a chorus of “Morning Dan!” and “Come sit and eat!” Halfway through breakfast, Dan realized that last night’s sleep had done him good; most of his anxieties about spending time with the Lesters had faded away. In this moment, laughing and talking with them, sharing anecdotes from the tour and musing about the future, Dan truly felt like part of the family.

“Should we head out now?” Cornelia asked as everyone took their last sips of tea and coffee and their last bites of scones. She was met with nods all around and everyone grabbed their coats. The hiking trail wasn’t far, just a ten minute walk from the house, and the trail itself wasn’t  too intimidating either. Everyone had referred to this as a “hike” in planning it, but really, it was more of a stroll through the hills complemented by breathtaking scenery. It had snowed a little the night before, just enough for a centimeter to settle, just enough to make tiny snowballs which Phil promptly made and lobbed at Martyn and Dan.

The hike was downright scenic. The sun was bright, casting down golden light, but the scattered cloud cover kept it from being blinding. The grass at their feet, made pale by the cold, waved in the breeze, an exquisite dance rarely appreciated by human eyes. And the ocean in the distance was bluer than ever and still enough to reflect your own soul back at you. Martyn was chatting with Dan at the front of the group with the Lester parents behind them and Phil and Cornelia at the very back. “Are you excited?” she asked Phil, keeping her voice low so Dan couldn’t hear.

“Yeah, I am, but I’m also so nervous I’m actually trembling,” Phil held his hand out in front of him to show Cornelia.

“Don’t worry it’ll be fine; it’ll go perfectly, I promise. Martyn and I will distract him like we planned, and when he turns around, you’ll be there, simple,” she said with a smile.

Phil nodded, but there was still worry behind his eyes, “But what if he says no?”

She shook her head lightly with a smile, “Phil don’t be silly, there’s no way he will say no. You’ve been together for nine years now and have a love story that would make Aphrodite jealous. He looks at you like you hang the stars in the sky and set the sun on its course. Plus, you both have already talked about getting married, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s expecting a proposal soon.”

“Oh no, you think he’s expecting it? I wanted this to be a surprise,” Phil said, unable to find a way out of his spiral of anxiety.

“Oh dear, I didn’t mean to make it worse, that’s not what I meant. Look, I’m sure he’ll still be surprised. Even if he’s expecting a proposal soon doesn’t mean he’s expecting one on this trip. He probably thinks you’ll be too busy during this trip to plan a proposal, and you’ve hidden everything quite well, so he has no reason to suspect it’s today.”

“Okay, okay that makes me feel a bit better, thanks.”

“Anytime. Do you have any idea when the wedding will be?”

“Erm, we were thinking maybe late next year or early 2020? I think it’d be really nice if it could be on October 19th, our ten year anniversary, but whether that can happen or not depends on everyone’s schedules and whatever venue we pick.”

“Aw that’s such a sweet idea, I think that’d be nice too, hopefully that works out,” she glanced up in the distance, “Are you ready? We’re almost at the top of the hill.”

Phil filled his lungs with air and let it out in a controlled sigh, “I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

As they walked up towards the peak, it began to snow lightly. Tiny snowflakes dusted Dan’s curls and settled Phil’s lashes. They fell slowly from the clouds above, occasionally catching the sunlight just so, making it seem like hundreds of tiny gems filled the air. Phil thanked whatever weather gods there were for this. The snow was just enough for a perfect winter scene but not too much so that it was difficult to see or walk through. They reached the top soon after it started snowing and took a few minutes to soak it all in. The sound of the waves crashing in the distance and the intermittent chirping of birds were the only things that broke the serene silence. The hills were bathed in soft, mid-morning light, and the colors of the foliage were washed out from the winter as if in a dream. Dan was stood on a small ledge on the hill, far enough from the edge so as to not fall off. Phil walked up behind him and placed his head on Dan’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around Dan’s waist. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Dan sighed contentedly, “What if we move somewhere like this in the future?”

“What? I thought you loved London.”

“No, I do, I don’t mean soon. I mean when we’re old and grey and retired, what if we move somewhere away from the bustle of the city to somewhere like this, where it’s quiet outside and we can see the ocean from our window?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that at all,” Phil murmured into Dan’s shoulder. They stayed like that, staring into the ocean, thinking about their futures with each other for a moment until Phil spoke, ��I think I saw a rabbit over there, I’m going to go befriend it.”

“It’d be so on brand if you got bitten by it and we all have to stop our peaceful walk to take you to A&E.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t get bitten,” Phil giggled as he pulled his arms away from Dan and headed away from the ledge.

That was Martyn and Cornelia’s cue to walk up to Dan and admire the ocean with him. “What was the merch stuff you guys had to deal with yesterday?” Dan asked Martyn.

“Um, we were just trying to figure out how to get the sock orders delivered by New Year’s; the manufacturer was running a bit late, so we were making sure that everything would be back on track soon.”

“Oh okay, gotchu.”

“Congrats on the tour, by the way,” Cornelia piped up, “I don’t think I congratulated you individually in person about it yet.”

“Oh, thank you so much. Me and Phil are so happy with how it all turned out, but we’re dead tired now, so January is going to be a month of rest for us.”

“How are the fans taking the news about the hiatus?”

“They’re mildly upset, but most of them are being so lovely and respectful and understand that we need time to rest and think about what to do next. There’s a lot of theories going around though.”

“Oh?” Cornelia prompted Dan for elaboration.

“From what I’ve seen, some people think we’re moving soon or getting married. And I mean, they’re kinda right, but they’re off about the timeline. We’re not moving next year, and the hiatus isn’t for a wedding. I mean, unless for some reason one of us proposes like in the next week and we somehow plan a wedding in a month,” Dan laughed at the prospect, “But that’s not happening because I know Phil wants a fancy ceremony, and that’ll take at least several months to plan.”

“Have you guys talked about which one of you is proposing?” Martyn asked, feigning ignorance.

“No not really, we’ve just both said we’re fine either way. We don’t feel that strongly about who does it. Although, I do have a small hunch that maybe Phil is planning to propose on Valentine’s day, and I’m not sure if I should beat him to it and propose on his birthday.”

Cornelia scrolls through her phone absentmindedly, “What if one of you proposes and the other also has the ring they were going to propose with with them? Like that video I shared on Facebook the other day.”

“That could happen totally by accident; I wouldn’t put it past us.”

Phil was on the other side of the peak, a hundred paces or so away from Dan, Martyn, and Cornelia with his parents. He handed his dad his phone with the camera application open to the video setting, “Okay, so when I give you the thumbs up, just press that red button and it’ll start recording.” He handed his mum a Canon camera, one that they sometimes brought to events when they needed pictures or videos of a higher quality than the iPhone, “Just keep taking pictures throughout the whole thing, and make sure you get the important moments, and—oh, what am I saying, you’ve been taking pictures of mine and Martyn’s milestones since we were kids; you know how to do this.”

Kathryn chuckled in response, “You’re a bit nervous aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I know it’ll go okay, but I want this to be perfect.”

“Don’t worry Phil, it will be. You ready?”

“Yeah,” he pulled both his parents into a hug, “Thanks guys.”

As the three headed back, Phil sent a text to Martyn letting him know that it was almost time; Martyn sent back the thumbs up emoji. When they reached the ledge, they stayed as quiet as possible so as to not alert Dan to their presence. Phil knew that without distraction, he would be content to stare into the ocean for ages, contemplating life and possibly spiraling into an existential crisis. Phil’s parents took their positions right behind the ledge, ready to film and take pictures from two different angles. Phil sent a text to Cornelia, then quietly made his way to a spot several feet behind where Dan, Martyn and Cornelia were standing.

Cornelia pointed out a flock of birds that had landed in the trees. A few of them started crying out in what could only be a mating call, “You should call Phil over, I think he’d have a field day trying to imitate them.”

Dan kept his eyes trained on the birds and laughed along with Martyn and Cornelia as he called out Phil’s name, “Phil! Come look!” He assumed Phil was probably nearby enough to hear him if he yelled loud enough. “Phiiiillll!” Still no response. “Phiiii–” Dan turned around to look for him and found Phil in front of him on one knee. Before Dan could even process the situation, Phil started speaking.

“Dan, the first time we met, I was the nervousest person ever, and right now, I think I’m even more nervous than I was that day, so bear with me if I’m not the most eloquent right now.”

Dan laughed. He had just barely processed what was happening, and the tears were already brimming. He had told himself before he wouldn’t cry at his wedding, but if Dan was already devolving into an emotional sap right now, he knew he stood no chance.

“Before I met you, I wasn’t sure if I believed in true love or believed that anything could be forever. I knew I loved my family and my friends and knew I would probably find someone I loved enough to marry and settle down with, but I never thought I would get to experience a grand love story like those people write about in books and movies. And then I met you. I still remember the first time we met, clear as day. When you got off the train at the station and I saw you, I couldn’t help but feel something that felt like coming home. I couldn’t decipher what it meant at the time, but now I know that that was what it feels like to meet the love of your life.”

“Phil, I’m going to start full-on sobbing if you keep going.”

“I love you, but I don’t care right now, I spent forever writing this in my head, so I will keep going,” Phil smiled up at Dan with a smile that Dan would later swear could end wars, “And then we spent a whole day in Manchester, and I think that was one of the best days of my life. I remember when we were on the big wheel, I just kept thinking about how much I liked you and how I hoped you liked me too. Then, you kissed me, and I was gone then and there. I will never have the words to describe it, but it was like I had gone my entire life needing glasses but never wearing them, and you were the clarity missing from my life. That’s when I knew that you were it for me, that you were the one. And I know this all sounds so cheesy, but that’s really how I felt. I am so beyond happy that I get to have you in my life; I truly believe all of my lucky stars aligned for this to happen. So many things make me happy, but spending time with you makes me the happiest; I could just sit and talk with you for the rest of my life, and I’d die the happiest man on Earth. Forever with you is not long enough. I’d spend a million forevers with you if I could. And I love so many things and so many people, but none more than you. I really, truly think that you’re the best person in the world, and I love you more than words can convey. So,” Phil opened the ring box, “Daniel James Howell, will you marry me?”

“Oh my god,” Dan whispered through tears, “Yes, yes, yes of course I’ll marry you Phil.” Phil stood to put the ring on Dan, but Dan immediately pulled him into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Phil and knew that he was the luckiest person in the world.

Phil smiled into the kiss as he murmured against Dan’s lips, “I still need to put the ring on you. Plus, my whole family’s watching, we can’t get carried away.”

“Right,” Dan pulled away with a soft laugh and held out his left hand.

Phil slid the ring onto Dan’s fourth finger and breathed a small sigh of relief when it fit perfectly. They could have always gotten it resized if it didn’t fit, but now they could avoid that hassle. Neither of them wore much jewelry, so Phil had had to guess the ring size with the help of the jeweler.

Dan held his hand up to the light, “Oh Phil, it’s perfect, I love it. How did you decide on this one?”

“I mean, I knew you would like the white gold because it fits your minimalist monochrome aesthetic, and of course you would want something glittery and shiny, so what better than rows of diamonds?”

“God, you know me too well.”

“Of course.”

Martyn was the first to wish them congratulations, followed by Cornelia and the rest of the Lesters. Phil’s mum and dad handed him back his phone and camera, assuring him that they got great footage that would make for a lovely engagement video or Instagram post. It was only then that Dan realized they were all in on the surprise, “Wait! Martyn, Cornelia! You guys were just distracting me from them setting up the stuff to film! And when you pointed out the birds, that was to get me to turn around and notice Phil! You guys both knew what was about to happen but you still asked about proposal plans!”

“Well, we had to make sure you were proper surprised when the time came,” Cornelia responded with a laugh, “And you were, should’ve seen your own face when you turned around.”

“Wait, Martyn, you and Phil weren’t talking about merch yesterday then, were you?”

“Nope,” he shook his head.

“My god you guys managed to pull this off so well.”

“They did, didn’t they?” Phil chimed in, “Thanks again so much for helping, guys! Should we take the cliché ring photo for Instagram?”

“Yeah, sure,” Martyn grabbed Phil’s phone that Phil held out to him. Dan held his hand up to show the camera the ring while Phil pulled him into another kiss. Martyn snapped a few photos and handed the phone back to Phil, “They’re Instagram worthy, I promise.”

A couple days later, Phil accompanied Dan to the airport so he could fly back south to visit his own family. They knew they would miss each other dearly, but they both loved spending time with their own families and knew they would both be back in London soon. Then they could start the next chapter of their lives as fiancés.

Phil walked with Dan up to the security checkpoint where they had to say goodbye. Dan pulled him into a hug, not wanting to risk the possibility of someone recognizing them, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Text me when you land, and have fun, and tell your family I said hi.”

“I will, love you, bye.” Dan pulled away and headed towards the security line. Phil waited until Dan disappeared behind the walls separating the checkpoint from the front of the airport before leaving. He already missed him, but it wasn’t like missing him when they were younger. Back then, years ago, missing Dan was a gnawing pain in his ribcage tinged with fear and the uncertainty of when he would get to see him next. But now, Phil knew that this was just the beginning of forever. They would always come back to each other, and he had nothing to worry about.

It was the afternoon of Boxing Day when all the Lesters and Cornelia were sitting by the fireplace, sipping tea and eating yet another batch of fresh cookies Kathryn had baked. Cornelia was scrolling through her phone when she brought something to everyone’s attention, “Phil have you seen Dan’s Instagram post?”

“No not yet,” Phil answered, pulling out his phone and opening the app.

“He cropped out his left hand,” she pointed out, “Do you think he cropped it on purpose or the camera just didn’t get his left hand to begin with?”

“Oh,” Phil laughed, “He definitely did that on purpose; he’s fueling the theories, so everyone will be even more hyped when we announce it. Not that we want a lot of attention for this or anything, but you know Dan, he’s a dramatic theater nerd and would do this just to get everyone excited.”

“Have you boys talked about wedding plans yet?” Kathryn asked from the kitchen.

“Yeah, actually we accidentally stayed up until nearly 4am the night after I proposed just talking about what we want to do for the wedding.”

“So what are the ideas you two have?” Martyn asked.

“We’re not quite sure yet; we’re still deciding, but whatever it is, I know it will be perfect.”

And Phil really did believe that it would be perfect. Even if they weren’t able to have the wedding on October 19th, or if they weren’t able to get the perfect venue or perfect caterer, Phil knew it would be perfect because he would be marrying Dan.

#phan #dan and phil #phanfiction #youtube #phanfic #phan fluff #dilhowltersquad #phansupportsquad #cactuslesterfics #mine #org

[stylessemantics]

Back to the fainting idea. What if she doesn't know she's pregnant yet or knew and hadn't told him?

OH ASDLUFHASDLIFHALSKDFHASLKDJFHALKSDJHFLAKSJDHFKALSDJF

I FUCKING JUMPED IN MY ROOM I KID YOU NOTTT!!!!!!

OH MY GOD

THAT’D TECHNICALLY BE BAD RIGHT? RIGHT?! LIKE…

THEY DON’T WANT BABIES NOW, RIGHT?

SURE HARRY COULD SEE HIMSELF LOVING HER FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE AND MAYBE HE WAS IN OVER HIS HEAD BUT HE THOUGHT THE FEELING WAS MUTUAL, THEY HAD BRIEFLY MENTIONED THE WORD “FUTURE” – right after the word “our” and followed by the word “together” at the end –  IN PASSING CONVERSATIONS, IT WAS CASUAL, LIKE IT WAS NORMAL AND THE OBVIOUS PATH, AND IT FELT RIGHT, RIGHT?

YES… OTHERWISE HE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN CARRYING AROUND A DIAMOND RING FOR THE PAST THREE WEEKS.

I DIGRESS! 

But this? A baby? Lord. That’s unexpected and unplanned. 

ok *cracks knuckles* here we go.

She had eaten all her meals, it wasn’t like that one time she had skipped both breakfast and lunch and was clearly starving. No. She did throw up the day before, but that day? She was perfectly fine that morning, in fact she’d gone out for a run with him, shocker! She was great at work and even in a fucking good mood, chipper as can be as she went about her business like any other day. Nausea who? That was a thing of the past.

And then the day started to slow down. Like… waaaay down. 

Harry and her had arrived early at the arena and she had watched him warm up and the seats fill up. It wasn’t a super important fight, Harry had qualified, the opponent wasn’t particularly challenging, in fact Harry would consider his opponent a friend off the ring, but both fighters had a loyal crowd which meant that even in filler matches like this one, there would be a decent amount of people all around, some placing bets, others just glad to have found a Friday evening activity. 

And of course it doesn’t happen before the match starts, or even after it’s over. No. 

It’s right in the middle. Had she rehearsed it, it still wouldn’t have been so perfectly timed. At first she was a little woozy, couldn’t stay standing to cheer on her boyfriend so she takes a seat, and she’s thinking maybe she’s going to be sick again because there’s something in her tummy that feels weird and she can tell she’s about to faint, the walls are shaking and she can’t hear proper, there’s spots in her vision. It’s with all the strength she has left that she reaches over and taps Liam’s shoulder, he almost never comes to Friday matches, always having something from work to keep him busy, but today he was there and she’s glad because it’s a familiar face that’s close enough to see her fizzling out. She blacks out for just a moment, it’s brief, she knows because she’s semi-conscious and she can tell she’s still in the crowd, so not enough time for her to be moved somewhere else has passed, but enough time for Harry to be jumping over the ropes and forfeiting the useless fight. God he’s qualified already and this match literally matters zero percent, both fighters could have been just play fighting for all they cared, in fact even the opponent cared so little that he’d walked over to see what all the ruckus was about along with Harry. 

He’s scooping you up in his arms in a nano second, gloves still secured on his fists, mouthguard tossed to the side and curls falling over his eyes. “Love, what’s wrong, babe, y/n answer me please” but no words come out, she’s still so out of it, not sure what’s going on and still dizzy as she’s hoisted up and placed on a stretcher, Harry wants his girl checked out by a doctor and he wants it now. 

It takes them mere minutes to reach the closest hospital and then she’s thankfully looked over as soon as they walk in, the emergency room miraculously not hectic. Harry keeps pushing nurses away when they try to reason with him to get his own wounds cleaned, and if he got asked what was wrong about 3 times before he screamed at a young intern that he’s just a fucking boxer and his girlfriend fainted out of the fucking blue, had he known what was wrong he wouldn’t need medical assistance, and Liam had calmed him down just in time when his girlfriend finally became lucid again. 

He’d asked, as slowly and calmly as his nerves could let him, had she eaten? did she feel okay? was she sick before or in some major way that she hadn’t told him about before? he wanted to know, he needed to know, it would allow him some control over the situation and his anxiety wouldn’t be through the roof along with his heart rate. All she could do was stammer, it was too much information for her to handle, and the doctor walking in took the weight of answering off her shoulders. 

The doctor was nice. Young, with blushy cheeks and a peaceful aura, and she asked questions a lot more calmly than Harry, or at least to her it felt that way. All the answers pointed in one plain direction, and y/n’s cheeks grew hotter and hotter by the second, realising where it was going. The doctor glanced between the girl and her boyfriend, his bruises and their intertwined ringless hands, and she doubted.“Hmmm. Ok miss uh...” y/n could sense the doctor didn’t know if the news were going to be news for the both of them or just to the man, and she doubted whether she should say it out loud. She had seen many fights break out over the obvious reason, many couples dissolve in front of her very eyes, and the papers didn’t lie, a nurse had come in with results a few seconds ago, and it was printed there clear as day. “I think I... I know” Y/n murmured shyly, Harry looking frantically between the two women in front of him in clear confusion. “I’ll leave you alone” And then the doctor was gone.“Love, what’s going–” Harry was freaking out, all his strength focused on remaining stoic, not wanting to freak his girlfriend out too. Too late, she was nervous and fidgety.“I’m pregnant” she blurted out interrupting him, avoiding his gaze at all costs.“What?” his hand drops hers and it makes everything suddenly collapse. God this was bad, this was so bad.“I-i, i mean I think I a-am”“You think?” she didn’t know if Harry was mad or just confused or what, there was something on his face she couldn’t decipher, but not knowing didn’t calm her in the least.“I had a suspicion! I mean, m-my period, I missed it a-and i know sometimes s-stress can cause it, and you know! You know how work was last month! y-yeah? and, and, I-I dont know, I didn’t know w-what to do, I wasn’t s-sure so I never said anything a-and then, and then, and then”

Harry has to stop her rambling somehow, and the best way he can think of is by kissing her crazily. It’s sloppy but it’s everything she needed. “You’re pregnant?” he asks, and she can now read the excitement and joy on his face, it’s clear as day“You’re not mad?”“Mad?!” Harry’s pulling back, staring at her like she’s grown a second and third head. How could he be mad? How could he be angry that she had been so confused, not knowing she was giving him everything he’d ever want and more. If anything he’s angry at himself, guilty that he’d made her feel as if she couldn’t tell him this before. He’s angry he didn’t notice somehow before today. “I’m fucking over the moon, I’m- Fuck, I’m the happiest man on earth” and the tears in his eyes are a testament to that. He’s kissing her over and over and over, mumbling between pecks “God y/n I love you, you’re it for me you know? I fucking love you beyond words”

The doctor walks in and finds them all teary and cuddly, and she breathes a sigh of relief knowing she can talk them through everything without any drama exploding in the room. Harry’s chuckling between sobs when he hears the official news and the doctor breaks down what comes next for them. 

Them. It’s not just him and her now. It’s him and her and their baby, and Harry has never felt so much adrenaline, happiness and excitement all at the same time. 

Liam’s the first to know when they walk out and Harry can’t even say the words properly between his tears, he doesn’t even let Liam hug them congratulations comfortable because he refuses to let go of his girl. His baby momma.

He insists on going back to the arena to collect his things, and when they get there it’s fairly empty, just a couple of stragglers and some of Harry’s friends in the locker room, but he doesn’t stop there for long, the news don’t even get delivered when he pulls his girl with him somewhere more private. He steps into the ring and makes her follow, her confuse brow calls to him, immediately he presses his lips to the center of her forehead. “Okay, this is probably not how you wanted this, shit it’s not how i pictured it etiher but... God I love you. I’m fucking in love with you. The kind that movies can’t even show. I just... I wasn’t lying when I said you’re it for me, you’re everything and more. And maybe the timing’s off or maybe it’s perfect, but I’m glad I’ve been holding on to this for three fucking weeks because maybe this is how it was meant to happen.” He’s going off topic, he had a speech planned out, for fuck’s sake he had three fucking weeks so of course he had something planned out, there’s little notes in his drawers with words crossed off and squiggles and arrows because he wanted it to be perfect, but in the middle of his rambling he sighs, realising that this was perfect. “Okay okay, I’m... God I’m stupid.” They both giggle, hers cut short when Harry starts to drop on one knee. “I guess what I’m rambling about is... It would make me, truly, the happiest man alive if you’d give me the honour of letting me be your husband, or something like that I don’t know what I’m fucking saying, love just... Just marry me, please... Let’s... Let’s be a family”

Long story short, the crying at the emergency room wasn’t the only crying of the night, and all the friends he left confused in the locker room cheer along after catching the big question from behind the walls and her cheery “yes” as the couple kisses in the middle of the ring. Harry laughs, pulling away, grabbing her hand with the shiny ring on it and putting it up in the air“AND WE’RE PREGNANT!” he says, dropping the other big news and causing another uproar from his friends.

“Three weeks, eh?” she’s whispering to him as they lay in bed that night. Harry blushes and covers his face with the blankets. It’s an adorable sight she’ll never get tired of. It’s one she’ll be seeing for the rest of her life.“I’m stupid” he mumbles.“You are. I would have said yes months ago”“Good to know” he grins at her, pulling her close. “Now, did the doctor say no sex, or?” and she can’t stop the laughter that emerges, it comes from the heart, and from the living being slowly growing inside her, there’s warmth on her tummy from Harry’s hand, he’s refused to stop touching the spot that will soon pop out, enamoured with the thought.“I think that starts after like, month four or something”“Great, that’s plenty of time then” and he’s rolling them around to place her on top of his body, sensually kissing around her neck, hands never leaving her belly through the night, not even afterwards when they both fall asleep embracing each other.

ALSO I KNOW YOU DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS BUT IMAGINE HOW THEIR PRE-MATCH INTERACTIONS WOULD GO AFTER THE PREGNANCY KICKS UP. HARRY’S NEW RITUAL INVOLVES KISSING BOTH HIS GIRL AND HIS BABY (THE TUMMY) BEFORE GOING TO THE RING, AND SHE’S EXTRA INSISTENT ON HIM WATCHING OUT AND NOT LETTING DIRECT HITS TO HIS HEAD AND ITS ALMOST LIKE HE’S GOING TO WAR EVERY TIME BUT SHE ALWAYS MAKES HIM PROMISE TO COME BACK TO THEM AND HE’S GIDDY AND IN LOVE KISSING HER AND PROMISING TO BE CAREFUL, AND BEFORE SHE ALWAYS USED TO SAY “go there and win this... for us” AS IN FOR THE TWO OF THEM BECAUSE HE WAS ALWAYS SAYING HE’D WIN FOR HER WHEN HE WAS FLIRTING WITH HER BEFORE THEY STARTED DATING AND THEN AFTER IT TURNED INTO WINING FOR THEM, FOR THE RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE HIS WINS ARE HERS TOO, BUT NOW THE US INVOLVES A THIRD PERSON AND THE FIRST TIME SHE SAYS IT AFTER THE PREGNANCY NEWS HARRY’S ALMOST A PUDDLE OF LOVE ON THE FLOOR BECAUSE WOW HE HAS TO WIN FOR HIS FAMILY I’M SOBBING INTO MY DINNER RIGHT NOW.

#boxer!harry #anon love #omg #come chat #boxer!harry night #i should just write this #god damn #harry styles #harry fluff #pregnancy #dad!harry

[friendshipcampaign]

Nicer With a Buddy

Squeeney and I wrote up a little downtime conversation between Kriv and Erwyn that takes place during the last session.

While the sun sank closer to the horizon, Kriv laid on his back, scanning the evening sky for Ditto’s familiar, who had been keeping a watch throughout the day. With no bird in sight, Kriv broke the silence. "Hey, Erwyn?"

Erwyn was a little bit surprised by the suddenness since today had been so quiet, but still responded “Yes?”

"If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?"

He thought for a moment before finally saying “Well, before… all this… I did a fair bit of traveling, and at one point came across this particularly lovely library. It had all sorts of books, on any number of subjects. And it just felt… calm. I think I’d rather like to be there.” He paused, realizing he probably ought to reciprocate the question. “What about you though, is there anywhere you’d particularly like to be?”

"Gosh, I'm gonna sound like a lil’ scale-biter, but I wish I could be home right now." He laughed and then went quiet for a second, taking in a deep breath. "I know a couple years probably doesn't feel like much to most of our group, but it feels like I've been away for an eternity! And they have no idea where I am, either. Something could happen, and they’d never know about it." He sighed, failing to stop his bouncing leg. "Do you have anyone that you'd want us to contact if you actually did, yknow, pass on? I know it's kind of invasive and weird to ask, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since the innkeeper asked. It’s weird, our whole group has traveled for so long but I don’t really know any of you that well." As he spoke, his words went by quickly, his pronunciation loose and lilted.

There was a long silence on Erwyn’s end. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question, and it wasn’t just from reluctance to respond. But eventually, he spoke up. “It’s very kind of you to ask,” he said. “But I can’t say there’s anyone I can think of who’d care much.”

"Oh," Kriv said quietly, almost in a whisper. "Well, at least you have a group of idiots who wanna keep you alive, then." The dragonborn began to laugh again. "You didn't really get to see it that well I don't think, but Amaranth was ready to storm the castle and force the cleric to bring you back to life!"

Erwyn laughed nervously. “I do hope that idea’s been quashed, I’d hate to see anyone else end up hurt as a direct result of… well… this.”

"Honestly, I don't think anythin’ can stop this group of ours from getting a few scrapes and bruises when they put their mind to somethin’! It's kind of stressful just thinking about it. Actually, thinkin’ about it, maybe that health potion would be a good idea. I can't just pick everyone up off the ground every time they decide to be reckless. At least this time around, they're just goin’ to a library."

Erwyn made what sounded like a frustrated noise. He wished there was more he could do to express the feeling. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help if that goes wrong somehow. Not that I was particularly prone to lifting everyone off the ground in life either, but it’s a bit sobering to have such limited options.”

Kriv thought for a little while in silence. "Well... you always felt more like the type to talk through things. Even if it's a bit limited right now, you're still able to communicate, and I'd say that's your greatest strength more than any magic or planar knowledge. Besides solvin’ puzzles with me, anyway." Kriv bared his teeth in a goofy smile, turning towards the ring sitting on his finger.

“I suppose so,” he said. “I just can’t help but feel like I’ve caused more problems than I can help with at the moment.”

Kriv stretched and rocked into a sitting position, crossing his legs and bringing his tail around himself. "Well, you and Voski did something way more reckless and thoughtless than I would've expected from either of you, and I can't say I'm not a little angry about it." He studied the horizon for a bit and picked at the grass. "You'll just have to pick up the slack when you're back to your old self, that's all. We can't all be useful all the time."

“Mmm,” Erwyn said, deciding a sort of non-committal noise was the best response to that. He thought about how best to respond. “You have a point with that. And by ‘that’ I do mean all of it, even the angry bit. For what it’s worth, I’ve felt like I ought to apologize to everyone for making a choice that’s ultimately made things more difficult for everyone. I can certainly make a start by saying so to you.”

"Heh, don't think the rest of them would want to hear it, but thank you. Just try to stay within reach once you're back on your feet, okay?" he asked, examining his ringless hand. "I ask as both your healer and your friend."

“I hope you know I quite appreciate both those titles of yours,” Erwyn said, wondering if he could properly get across how touched he felt by such a simple statement.

Kriv smiled sheepishly, turning back to the horizon and stretching his legs in front of him. He let the silence stretch on for a while longer. "Hey, Erwyn?"

“Yes?”

"Once this whole job is over, I think I'm gonna go to my aunt's place on the way home and tell her all about the things I saw. If you don't have any immediate plans, you could tag along. I think you and her would hit it off like two birds of the same cast." Kriv ducked his head and scratched his neck. "Just somethin' to consider."

Erwyn was very quiet for a moment, but eventually speaks up. “I will,” he said. “Consider it, I mean. I think I’d like that. Thank you."

Kriv nodded. "Travelin' is always nicer with a buddy."

#kriv #erwyn

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Social Stranger Danger

I’ve had bizarre things happen often in my life involving strangers. It’s usually one of two things.

The first being a stranger poking their nose in my life with absolutely no knowledge or intelligence about my situation.

Like the time I had someone commiserate with me on being a single mom. I’d been two months on a medication for my endometriosis and in the first two *weeks* I gained 20 pounds (I’d gain another 20 over the next 6 months). I’d taken all my rings off, not knowing if I’d wake up 8 pounds heavier or even get to the end of the day and suddenly be unable to pull a ring off (it happened. Twice). Then out of the blue some random dandelion headed old lady points at my ringless wedding finger and says “keep it up, mom, I had to be a working mom and wasn’t able to stay home with my kids and it’s hard work. Harder than most stay at home mom’s realize.”

I wasn’t sure at first how to even begin to break down the ignorance in that statement, not to mention that I felt like crying by having this ringless state called into reality. I know moms that are better mothers by going to work every day. They appreciate their kids in a way they never did in the months or even years being a stay at home mom. I know women that worked their asses off for their career and it’s literally incomprehensible to ditch all those years of work to do the day to day mom thing, making their career suddenly worthless when and if they try to return. I also know that a lot of moms would love to stay at home with their kids and be there every moment to help them grow and learn and teach them about the world, but they can’t because the family needs the income. I know I feel super lucky that I get to stay at home with the kid every day and see each tiny change in his life but also how my own breaks or nights out are a necessity to keep sane.

Where do you even begin to respond to a statement like that from a complete stranger? My response was simply “Actually, I’m married. And a stay at home mom. I just got fat – like REAL fat, REAL fast.”

This didn’t deter the stranger, though, for some incomprehensible reason her response was “Oh, honey, sometimes the pregnancy weight just never comes off. You should just size your ring so at least you have it.”

Again, how do you even begin to respond to that?

So, my response was simply “Probably a good idea. Might keep people from judging and sticking their nose in my business…” 

She just smiled and told me how cute my kid was. Holy oblivious, Batman.

The second situation that happens all the time is a reactionary statement that’s totally out of the blue weird and rude. Similar to number one but this one almost seems more immediate and like verbal diarrhea. These reactionary statements happen when someone seems caught offguard by something I’m doing or by just being me. Or just being my kid. A great example of these was that time someone recoiled in fear from my son’s hematoma birth mark (see my previous blog entry on that here)

So this week saw four random acts of what I have begun to call Social Stranger Danger. These aren’t strangers you need to be concerned with stealing your children or giving you candy with razor blades, these are the strangers that think it’s okay to behave in an inappropriate way towards other people. Rude, selfish, judgmental – we’re all like this sometimes, but it baffles the mind when someone feels the need to verbally engage.

Since this turned into a really long rant – erhm, I meant story –  I’m breaking it up into four parts on the blog and writing a bit at a time.

Instance one this week:

At the park with the wonderful moms group I’m a part of. The kid is happily playing with his two favorite sisters, all taking turns in the seat of the trike or helping to push. He suddenly explodes in one of his ear splitting screams. I mean this with no hyperbole. I’ve seen grownups recoil in fear and move away when he has these sudden outbursts. I’ll need hearing aids in the next five years if he keeps having meltdowns this loud.

I run over toward him and the sisters (to their benefit we’ve now played enough together that they simply looked concerned but were not recoiling or beginning to cry themselves). There’s a fourth kid running away in fear and crying to his mother. I can’t really blame the kid, since these sudden outbursts can be loud and terrifying and I have a feeling it was directed in the new kid’s direction.

I calm my kiddo down enough to get him using his words to tell me he didn’t want the other kid touching his bike. I can half hear this other mother telling her son “not everyone is taught how to share as well as you.”

My stomach drops and I can feel my face flush, fuming at this statement this other mom has made, and it takes all my effort not to start my own version of a meltdown in her direction and I tell my boy “Well, let’s remember what your therapist Dr. G says, use your words and tell people what you need. You’ve done so well at home with mom and dad, and you’ve been doing really good with your friends, but new kids don’t always know you have high functioning autism and suddenly inserting themselves in your world can be scary for you.”  The other mother didn’t say anything but did take a bathroom break a moment later.

After we got home I wished I’d said something different, though, because it shouldn’t matter that my son is on the spectrum. I teach him manners when it comes to sharing and so do the other parent’s I know. I love this group I’m a part of because they often parent in similar ways, and when they don’t I understand why they’re handling the situation the way they are. I can’t imagine one of their kids just going up to a new kid in a park and grabbing for the new kid’s toy. Or if they did, I know the reaction of most of those moms would have been “did you ask if you could play? And what did they say?”  

My response instead should have been “Take a breath and calm down. Not every kid is taught that you have to ask permission and listen to the answer before playing with someone else’s toy.” I mean, really, what are we teaching our kids by insisting they share even when they don’t want to? I really liked the vehicle I saw that family arrive in. Do you think they’d let me “take a turn” with it? Especially without asking first?

#momlife #stranger danger #social skills #lacking social skills #wtf #sharing #meltdown #autism #autism spectrum #don't judge me #don't judge people

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Appearing before the Dramacourt: Queen of the Ring Ep 06

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**Cue Christina Aguilera’s Beautiful before you start reading this post** 

Bonus tracks: J Cole’s Crooked Smile and KittiB’s Nobody’ Perfect

Issues:

Whether Mijoo is the worst girlfriend ever.

Whether every drama needs a consolation hug scene with a main character dressed as a giant soju bottle.

Whether Sehun’s mommy issues were resolved well.

Whether the Nanhee’s realization that she had to love herself came too late in the story.

Whether Sehun and Nanhee not winning the fashion show was believable.

Whether Sehun really fell in love with the real Nanhee.

The Rule(s):

Absolutely. Selfish much?

Yes please.

Not really. It felt quite rushed. Sehun, as a character would have developed better had the issues been dealt with slowly over the course of the drama.

A little bit. Nanhee’s character development might have benefited from the realization occurring slowly as well.

Yes. It would have been too cliche if they had won.

Yes. We think so.

Analysis:

RedRosette J: Last episode. Everything gets wrapped up nicely. What I liked most about this episode was that its ending wasn’t perfect because the characters remained flawed (and very human). Nanhee didn’t completely get over her obsession with looks, but instead realized that she had to work towards self love, which is pretty realistic, as any real person would do. Society remained flawed; it didn’t completely change after seeing Nanhee all dolled up on the runway and continued to see her as the ‘ugly’ girl. I thought it was an accurate reflection of never really being able to live up to societal expectations but instead choosing to be happy with who are you. Sehun, had the biggest character development by completely changing his perspective on beauty.  He went from expecting supermodels to realizing that true beauty comes from within. I wasn’t really convinced with Mijoo becoming a better person. I was a bit peeved that the drama chose to resolve her issues off screen (but then again it might have been a time issue). Still, it would have been good for Nanhee and Mijoo to have an actual conversation about their issues rather than Mijoo dealing with it herself and then us seeing all the hugs and love at the end. I was glad that Taehyun’s crush on Nanhee was resolved, it really didn’t do anything for the plot except to stir up petty, jealous Sehun in the previous episode. Mom and Dad are finally outed as ringless and remain cute as ever! It was all hearts and rainbows in the end!

Whaaat?

Society still doesn’t think she’s pretty *sigh*

Awww can you feel the love?

So much sass mom

I guess it got resolved somehow

Issue 1: Whether Mijoo is the worst girlfriend ever.

RedRosette J:  We have already established that Mijoo is not a nice person. This episode solidifies this. Mijoo is the worst girlfriend ever. She’s selfish and expects a relationship to be one where the guy spends 24/7 fawning over her. Uhhhh honey that is so NOT how a relationship works. For Mijoo, her looks are the center of her universe, and anything that doesn’t focus on that she doesn’t seem to have any interest. She absolutely did not care that Sehun was going through a hard time. I guess Sehun was adding to the problem though by not sharing his feelings with her.  But really sometimes, you don’t even have to do anything or even know what’s going on. All you need to do is just be present in the same space as someone going through a hard time to provide them with some comfort. Ugh. I hate her character.

Ugh

Wow. The world does not revolve around you Mijoo!

OMG Seriously?

Again. Having an illness doesn’t excuse this behaviour!

Issue 2: Whether every drama needs a consolation hug scene with a main character dressed as a giant soju bottle.

RedRosette J: OMG how cute was this scene? It was all emotional and sad and super adorable. I think Sehun totally knew it was her, before he even actually realized that it was her. Nanhee stands out in stark contrast to Mijoo in this scene. Nanhee, dressed as the soju, basically did everything I described in Issue 1 that Mijoo didn’t. She was just there. Yea the hug helped, but I think it was her presence that comforted him. It was all super super cute. This scene was by far my favourite scene of the drama!

Issue 3: Whether Sehun’s mommy issues were resolved well.

RedRosette J: Ehhhh….Not really. I think the drama did its best considering what little time that storyline was given, but I think they should have spent more time on it so that it explained why Sehun was the way he was a little bit better. We talked about this in a previous post about how his ‘perfect’ girl was based on his idealized memory of his ‘perfect’ mother who he has been estranged from. His mother not being able to come to show was the last straw for him and Ahn Hyo Seop did a good job with those angsty feelings. I just wish the show would have given him some better closure than Nanhee’s ‘sick bean’ speech. Somehow it felt a bit lacking given the gravity of his emotions. Being estranged from a loved one can have a significant impact on someone and I think that the show could have done better in terms of resolving this for Sehun. But then again, to air on the side of realism, problems don’t get solved overnight, so Sehun, like Nanhee has a journey ahead of learning to grow as a person and letting go of the pursuit of perfection.

Issue 4: Whether the Nanhee’s realization that she had to love herself came too late in the story.

RedRosette J: The show spent so much time showing Nanhee freaking out about not being able to keep up appearances after the ring fiasco, that it sort of deviated the focus from Nanhee learning about the ring’s impact on herself. I think she needed to hear Sehun’s words to her about loving herself first much earlier on if we were to see proper character growth. Somehow I find it a bit hard to believe that right after she hears those words she’s on stage up front and center at a fashion show. The show would have benefited more by having her learn this slowly. In the alternative, some would argue that it was in fact a slow process and that Sehun’s words were what really drove it home for her. I just think that struggling with self esteem is a tedious and long drawn out process and not something that can be cured overnight. For it to have a sense of realism, the character needed to learn this earlier on.

Awww

Why you so cute?

You tell her man!

Girl you really needed to hear that!

Ok but really she’s so pretty!!

Seriously tho

Issue 5: Whether Sehun and Nanhee not winning the fashion show was believable.

RedRosette J: Totally. That would have been too cliche. It would have also set one of the characters above the other. For the relationship to progress as is, its better that neither of them won it so that they could start off on an equal footing. It could get weird if they were competing with each other.

Cute <3

It’s the friendship that’s believable too

Issue 6: Whether Sehun really fell in love with the real Nanhee.

RedRosette J: I am revisiting this issue because it was the issue at the heart of this drama. At the end of the day, Sehun did really fall in love with the real Nanhee. It was her personality that drew him to her and distinguished her from Mijoo. This drama, at its heart, is really about not being afraid to be who you are and letting your inner beauty shine through. We spend all this time focusing on what other people think about us that that we don’t take a minute to think about how we perceive ourselves. This is the most important thing. If you can’t accept and love  yourself, how can you expect others to? This drama has been very effective in bringing this point out and showing us a very realistic struggle of a young woman learning to accept and love herself.

It’s a regular ring this time

Rooftop shenanigans ;)

Conclusion: Appeal Allowed.

Rating: 5 = KYAH!! <3 (We totally loved this drama <3)

RedRosette J Aside: To all the people who struggle with self esteem issues, to adapt the words of Christina Aguilera, “You are beautiful, no matter what they say…You are beautiful in every single way…” <3

    File No: Queen-Of-The-Ring-EP-06 (Final) Appearing before the Dramacourt: Queen of the Ring Ep 06 ***If this is your first time browsing The Drama Files, please read The Rules section first for our reviewing and rating system***

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