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shot to the heart (and the nose) | luke hughes

luke hughes x fem!reader

You come home from college and Luke is smitten...maybe a little too smitten

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part two!

Growing up next door to the Hughes family meant one thing—hockey was a religion.

It was loud, it was competitive, and it was everywhere. If the Hughes brothers weren’t on the ice, they were playing in the driveway, tracking in mud from the lake, or tossing pucks against the garage door until Ellen threatened to take their sticks away.

And you?

You were the neighbor kid. Not quite in the mix, but not completely out of it either.

Your families were close—vacations together, barbecues in the summer, Christmas parties in the winter. You and the Hughes boys had spent years at each other’s birthday parties, running through sprinklers, roasting marshmallows, and competing over who could eat the most popsicles before Jim made you all go inside.

But if hockey was the Hughes brothers’ thing, quiet was yours.

Luke, in particular, had always been the opposite of quiet. He was the one making up rules for backyard games, the one yelling over everyone else, the one who would get so frustrated when you’d rather sit and watch than dive into the chaos.

He never bullied you for it, not in the way other kids might have, but he pushed—nudging you toward the action, insisting you could keep up, making sure you weren’t left out.

Jack and Quinn weren’t much different. Jack, the natural show-off, would always try to impress you (even if you weren’t watching), and Quinn, forever the responsible older brother, would make sure you didn’t get completely trampled by their energy.

Then, of course, you all grew up.

You spent high school buried in books and extracurriculars, aiming for an Ivy League acceptance letter. Luke spent it on the ice, chasing the NHL dream.

By senior year, your friendship had faded into nothing more than polite nods and see you at Christmas waves across the room.

And then you left for college.

Luke got drafted.

Life moved on.

Coming home after months at school was weird.

The air smelled the same, the roads felt the same, but you didn’t feel the same. Maybe it was the time away, or maybe it was the fact that being home again made you realize just how much things had changed.

The car rumbled up your street, your mom chatting about how good it is to have you back while you stared out the window.

And across the driveway, in the Hughes' kitchen, three heads turned in unison.

Jack was the first to react. He dropped his sandwich. Fully dropped it. “Holy shit.”

Quinn, still chewing, furrowed his brows. “What?”

Luke didn’t say anything, just stared.

Because there you were, climbing out of the car—same face, same features, but different.

College had done something to you. Or maybe you’d just grown into yourself.

Jack nudged Luke’s arm, grinning. “Dude. You seeing this?”

Luke was seeing it. That was the problem.

You were tan, your hair was different, your shorts were short, and fuck, had your legs always looked like that?

“Oh my god,” Quinn muttered, leaning against the counter. “Luke, close your mouth.”

Luke snapped his mouth shut, scowling. “Shut up.”

Jack just smirked. “Bet she still won’t talk to you.”

Luke rolled his eyes, but for once, he didn’t have a comeback.

A few days later, you were walking up your driveway when you spotted Luke in his front yard.

He had his shirt on this time (unfortunately so) wearing a Team USA tee with the sleeves cut off, and ripping shots into the net with a ridiculous amount of force.

You should’ve known better.

Really, you should have known better.

Because one second, he was shooting.

And the next��

Crack.

Right to the face.

“Holy shit!”

Luke dropped his stick so fast it clattered against the pavement. In seconds, he was in front of you, hands hovering like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you or not.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I didn’t see you,” he rambled, eyes darting between your nose and your expression. “Are you—holy shit, you’re bleeding.”

You groaned, pressing your fingers to your face. “Luke. What the fuck.”

“I swear I didn’t see you—”

“No shit.”

Luke winced. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair.” He ripped his shirt off in one smooth motion, bunching it up before carefully pressing it against your nose. “Here, hold this.”

You blinked. “Did you just—”

“Sacrificed my shirt for you? Yeah.”

“Oh, so chivalrous.”

Luke huffed out a laugh, tilting your chin up slightly to examine the damage. His hands were warm, calloused from years of hockey, and being this close to him was… distracting.

His eyes flickered over your face, studying you.

“You look… different,” he murmured, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

You swallowed. “So do you.”

Luke smirked. “Yeah?”

And that was when you realized—he was still holding your chin.

And smiling at you.

And looking so unfairly good doing it.

You exhaled sharply. “Quit smiling at me.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I feel weird.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything.

And then—

His grin widened, slow and lazy. “Huh.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said easily. “Just thinking I should smile at you more often.”

You groaned, shoving his chest. “Oh my god.”

Luke just laughed, but then his expression sobered. “C’mon, let’s go inside. Mom’ll kill me if I leave you out here bleeding.”

Before Luke could even pull you up, the door to the Hughes house slammed open.

Jack and Quinn came speed-walking—borderline running—toward you, eyes bouncing between Luke, you, and the blood dripping down your face.

Jack, of course, spoke first.

“Oh my god, did Luke hit you?”

You groaned, still pressing Luke’s (formerly white) Team USA shirt to your nose. “You say that like he didn’t just slapshot a puck into my face.”

Quinn sighed, looking so unimpressed. “Jesus, Luke.”

Luke, still crouched next to you, lifted his hands in exasperation. “I didn’t see her! I was just—”

Jack cackled, pointing at Luke like he’d just won the lottery. “You obliterated her!”

“Jack,” you deadpanned. “Not helping.”

Jack waved you off. “No, no, because this is insane. You come back from college looking totally different, and the second Luke sees you, he shoots his shot—literally.”

Luke groaned, running a hand down his face. “Jack, I swear to—”

Jack ignored him. “I mean, I knew he was gonna lose it when he saw you again, but this—this is next level.”

Luke shoved him. “Can you shut up?”

Quinn, ever the responsible older brother, rolled his eyes. “Alright, let’s get her inside before she passes out in our driveway.”

Jack smirked. “Or before Luke confesses his love again.”

Luke shoved him harder.

You just sighed.

The moment you stepped into the house, the familiar warmth of the Hughes home hit you—laundry detergent, whatever Quinn had been cooking earlier, and a faint trace of hockey gear.

And then—

“Oh my god!”

Ellen practically flew down the stairs, eyes zeroing in on your face.

Jim followed behind her, frowning. “Jesus, what happened?”

Jack, still very much enjoying the situation, grinned. “Oh, you know. Luke saw her for the first time in, like, a year and immediately tried to take her out.”

Luke groaned. “That is not what happened.”

Ellen, ignoring them, cupped your face as gently as she could, careful not to touch your nose. “Sweetheart, oh my gosh! You’re hurt!”

Jack, ever the instigator, added, “She is hurt, but also—she looks amazing, right?”

Ellen’s eyes flickered over your face—well, the parts of it that weren’t covered in blood—and beamed. “Oh, honey, you are stunning! Look at you! College has done wonders for you.”

You blinked. “Uh—”

Jim raised an eyebrow. “Ellen, she’s bleeding.”

Ellen waved him off. “Yes, yes, I see that, but look at how grown up she is!” She turned to Quinn. “Quinn, tell me she doesn’t look gorgeous.”

Quinn, handing Luke an ice pack, huffed out a laugh. “She does.”

Jack smirked. “Luke sure thinks so.”

Luke whipped around. “Jack, I will actually—”

Jim chuckled, finally stepping in. “Alright, El, let’s fix her up before we start matchmaking.”

Luke, still looking like he desperately wanted to disappear, guided you to the kitchen table and sat you down. “Okay, let me—uh—yeah, just—” He fumbled with the ice pack, hands slightly shaky.

You raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

He swallowed. “Yeah. Just—quit looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like—” Luke exhaled sharply. “Like that.”

You smirked. “Why?”

“Because I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything.

And then—

Jack howled. Quinn raised his eyebrows.

Ellen gasped like this was the best news she had heard all day.

Jim sighed, rubbing his temples. “Jesus Christ.”

Luke groaned.

And you?

You just smiled.

It was going to be a great summer.

part two!

[owliellder]

All Pent Up

MDNI 18+

Puppy Hybrid! Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader

Word count: 3.85k

Warnings: Porn w/ plot, unprotected p in v (stay safe), no use of y/n, spanking, crying, slight ass-play.

Description: After a long night at work, you come home to a very pent up Leon. A trip to the park to help with that energy turns a little sour.

Tags: Submissive! Leon, neck biting/marking, begging, cunnilingus, knotting, mommy kink, fluff, near illegal amounts of praise AND aftercare, a lovely creampie to end the morning

Not proofread. I am once again sat here bored at work. More self indulgence since I work the same kind of job aforementioned in this lmao.

Also VERY much inspired by @abp0rns art of puppy Leon, specifically the two I put below the crop. Please check out their art they gotta be one of my favorite doodlers out there.

Edit: cross posted onto Ao3 if it's easier for you to read there (cause it is for me)

It had been an incredibly boring night at work for you. Working graveyard at a gatehouse meant you did practically nothing. Easy money, sure, but you can only watch so many movies and doodle so much before it becomes redundant.

The only thing keeping you going was making sure your puppy, Leon, stayed happy and comfortable. You'd found him at the shelter a few months back, and though you never considered yourself to be a hybrid kinda person, Leon was just too damn cute at that shelter.

After adopting the hybrid, you quickly fell into a nice afterwork routine; come home, get jumped by Leon, make breakfast while he asked a plethora of questions about your night and made sure you knew just how much he missed you by licking and slobbering all over you. He was the sweetest boy, but man was he excitable.

Some mornings, you'd come home a bit more awake than others. It was random and you're not sure what made that so, but today was apparently one of those days.

~

"-sosososo glad you're home, mommy! I've been so lonely and bored without you!" Leon happily talked on after you'd walked through the door, his golden fur covered tail thumping loudly against the back of the couch. You remained quiet as you let him ramble, reaching up to pet through his messy bedhead with a smile. "I chewed on my toys, broke one of the squeakers though, but you've gotten me plenty of other toys for me to play with!! I really like this fluffy red pig you got me-!"

He continued to talk loudly about everything he did after you left for work only 8 hours prior, running around to grab and show you his chewed up toy and his favorite toy, tail continuing to wag avidly all the while.

"Alright, alright.. settle down, Leon.." You spoke up, cutting off his talk about laying in your bed so you could take a moment to shed your work clothes in favor of some more comfortable lounge wear; an old, faded graphic tee and a pair of soft sweatpants.

The hybrid followed you throughout the apartment while continuing to ramble, albeit a lot quieter now. Clearly Leon had a lot of energy this morning, which wasn't unusual by any means, but since you weren't all that tired this morning you decided that a trip to the dog park would be a good way for him to get some much needed exercise and enrichment.

After making breakfast, you dressed your puppy in a cozy outfit since it was always little chilly in the mornings where you lived, damn cold desert. You only had to reach for the leash for him to start jumping and yapping enthusiastically, making it rather difficult to hook it onto his collar.

You decided to stay in your comfy clothes, seeing as it would keep you warm enough until the sun warmed the air outside.

"Do you think Chris will be there?! Can you text his owner?? Who else is gonna be there?! I can smell the park from here!-" Leon rambled excitedly as he tugged you along to the park, smelling every bush and tree the two of you passed thoroughly. His tail never stopped wagging, those soft floppy ears perked forwards as he moved his head every which way, focusing in on every movement and sound while beelining to the park. He knew the way there, the leash was just to make sure you didn't get lost.

The air was cool the, sun beginning to warm you up. It was starting to bring out your exhaustion, but you wanted Leon to get at least half an hour of playtime in so he wouldn't bug you while you slept later. The thought alone made it easy for you to power through that brain fog that threatened to settle in.

You and Leon walked across the street once the tall chainlink fence that bordered the dog park was in view, the Golden Retriever hybrid practically dragging you to the other side of the street as his excitement grew. There were always other hybrids out early in the morning, the cool mornings were nicer for walks compared to the hot afternoons, at least in your opinion.

Leon was rubbing himself along the side of the fence, sniffing with a large goofy smile on his face. He had playmates that were normally here around this time, namely Chris, a German Shepard hybrid. Though Chris was a little bigger than Leon, they always played nicely, never having gotten into any sort of scuffle.

Chris was quick to notice Leon, running up to the fence so he could sniff him. They rapidly got each other riled up, so the moment you made it to the gate you unhooked the leash from Leon's collar. This wasn't so he didn't get choked out when he launched into the park, no, it was because the last time you forgot to unhook his leash first, you were yanked face first into soggy grass and mud.

The second you unlatched the gate, Leon pushed it open. He sprinted into the grassy park, Chris not far behind before tackling the smaller hybrid with a playful growl. The two roughhoused, chased each other, and played tug-of-war with a stick Chris had found.

You decided to sit on a bench not too far from where the boys played, looking up from your phone every minute or so to make sure their play didn't turn ugly.

Only 30 minutes had gone by before- "Mommy! Mommy!" Leon shouted from across the park, prompting you to look up from your phone. It only took a moment for your eyes to nearly bulge out of your head when you spotted a now brown Leon. His tail wagged, slapping loudly against the thick puddle of mud he was laying sideways in. "Looklooklook! Chris and I found a ball!" he yelled with a grin, Chris holding up the muddy ball high in the air so you could see it.

You sat there dumbfounded for a brief moment before letting your head fall back, breathing in and letting out a deep sigh as your eyes closed. You tilted your head forwards again, letting your eyes open slowly as your annoyance showed clear on your face.

Your puppy could see your expression change even from where he was, his ears drooping more than they were as the mud had weighed them down a bit. Seems like playtime was over.

Chris' owner wasn't all that happy either, walking over to the filthy hybrids only a few seconds sooner than you did. You pulled Leon from the mud by the collar since he seemed a bit stuck, glaring weakly at the now cowering puppy.

"Leon is always getting Chris into some sort of mess." Chris' owner huffed out, clearly irritated with the situation. You frowned, running your free hand over your face with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, Leon just seems to really like the mud lately. I can't help that Chris follows, but I'll try to keep Leon from the mud." You didn't really care for someone implying your Golden Retriever puppy was a bad dog, but the idea of confrontation mixed with your ever-growing exhaustion was enough to have you just let it go.

After apologizing again, you let Leon shake off the excess mud from his body before hooking the leash to his collar once more, beginning to pull him towards the gate. He was very resistant to leaving, whining and whimpering something fierce. "I'm sorry! ImsorryImsorry! Please I'll be good! Let me stay a little longer mommy! Please I'm sorry! Mommy!"

As pitiful as he sounded, you now had to squeeze a thorough bath in for the hybrid before you were even able to think about sleeping. You continued to drag him along as he fought against you, crying out softly as you finally got him through the gate, closing it before he could run back through.

Your exhaustion was making you irritable, and having to fight to get Leon back home was enough to make you angry. It got even worse when he growled at you.

You stopped walking, the entrance to your apartment building only a few feet away. Turning around to face him, he immediately shrunk down at your furious glare. "Bad boy, Leon." Your voice was harsh, yet also so calm, it scared him. He hated being a bad boy, he never wanted to hear those words together again.

After you started walking again, he followed obediently, staying silent all the way into your apartment. He stood stiffly by the front door once you closed it, watching you stomp away. The puppy was on the verge of tears, his muddy tail tucked between his legs and his ears flat against his head.

Leon's bottom lip trembled the longer he couldn't see you, his ears twitching a bit as he picked up on the sound of the bath faucet turning on. His hands were clasped in front of his legs, head down in shame.

"Leon!" You called out from the bathroom, your tone still laced with irritation, he could definitely tell that much. The hybrid quickly shuffled to the bathroom, trying his best not to get clumps of dried up mud on the carpet along the way.

Leon stood in the bathroom doorway before you gently dragged him in, making silent work of his clothes that were absolutely caked in mud. He knew what to do afterwards, quietly seating himself in the bath, shoulders slumped. The bath was silent except for Leon's weak attempts to apologize, his voice faltering every time once he looked at your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you just looked so disinterested.

After the bath, you shooed the puppy off with a towel draped over his shoulders, lazily washing off his collar in the dirty bath water before unplugging the tub.

Leon sat in the living room, drying himself off as best as he could with the towel. Even after, he shook himself off on instinct, the towel left discarded on the floor. He had sat himself on the couch, still slouched with a strong pout on his face.

He knew he was in trouble. His stomach sank when you walked out and stood in front of him with that same irritated look. You then walked and sat next to him on the left. "Lay across my lap, Leon."

The Golden Retriever hybrid whimpered, though he did as he was told, laying himself so his abdomen was laying on your lap, his tail still tucked between his legs. He yipped when you grabbed the base of his damp tail with your left hand, roughly untucking it so you could get a clear view of his ass. "Look at me, Leon."

He turned his head and tilted it back slightly so he could look up at you, his eyes sad and watery. He didn't have anything to say for himself. "You growled at me. You've never growled at me before." You sounded upset, and you were. You didn't want to punish your sweet boy, but him growling at you for something so insignificant deeply bothered you.

Sighing, you pulled his tail up away from his ass even further, grip tightening on it as you felt him try and tuck it back between his legs again. Wordlessly, you drew your other hand back, a sharp smack along with a cry from Leon ringing out in the quiet apartment. You hated having to do this, but he needed to learn.

A few harsh spanks later and the hybrid's ass was bright red and sore, tears spilling down his face as he sobbed out barely comprehensible apologizes in between loud cries every time you brought your hand down on his tender behind. His hands gripped the couch cushion tightly, those pitiful sobs of his tugging at your heart.

Once you feel Leon'd learned his lesson, you gently ran your hand along both his ass cheeks, soothing the hot and red skin while your other hand caressed the base of his tail. You waited until his crying quieted to talk to him again, listening to him sniffle wetly as you let go of his tail to wipe away his snot and tears.

"Okay, okay... there you go, sweet boy. All done. I'm all done..." you whispered to the whimpering puppy hybrid in your lap, shifting your body sideways so he could climb up and lay his head against your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair with one hand while the other stroked the side of his face, clearing the few stray tears that continued to fall.

Leon buried his face into your chest, hiccuping out muffled apologies as he brought his hands up to wrap around you. "I'm sorry mommy. So-.. sososo sorry... Didn't mean to, mommy..."

As he trembled against you, you couldn't help but feel terrible for punishing him that way. He'd never been bad before, the punishment really shouldn't have been so harsh..

You waited until he quieted to speak up again, tilting your head to the side slightly so you could see his face a little better. "...you took that so well, Leon. Such a good boy for mommy, huh?" Despite the suggestive undertone, you made sure to talk softly, careful not to upset the delicate puppy on your chest.

He lifted his head up slightly, nodding weakly as his eyes turned glassy once more. "Please.. I'll-I'll be a good boy for you m-mommy. I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry mommy- I didn't mean to growl- ImsorryImsorryIm-"

You shushed him, running your hand from the side of his face up through his hair as he began to cry again. "You're a good boy, Leon. I forgive you, baby.."

All Leon wanted to do was make this right. He never wanted to be a bad boy again. He hated the way you spoke to him, the way you had looked at him. It was so scary, he wasn't a bad boy, no, he wasn't.

His mind was flooded with everything he could possibly do to make it up to you, tears falling onto your shirt as he pulled himself up off of you. He crawled backwards and sat back on his haunches, giving you a wary look as he tucked his fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.

"Oh, Leon, sweetheart, you don't have to-" "Please..." Leon's meek voice cut you off, making you pause for a moment before nodding with a smile. His hands trembled as he pulled your sweatpants down, taking your panties with them. The hybrid hiccuped again before bringing his head down between your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders as he cautiously placed his hands onto the points of your hips

It only took a second before he shoved his face into your cunt, whimpering at your smell and taste as he licked between your folds. You gasped, feeling his tongue eagerly lap up your slick as it leaked out of you, his low whimpers vibrating deliciously against you. "Leon~... oh~.. easy, boy..."

You reached a hand down to gently stroke his hair, attempting to get the puppy hybrid to calm down a bit still. He was obviously so eager to please, though he was still shaken up by the punishment; tears falling from his eyes, quiet sobs muffled by your pussy, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed a beautiful pink. His tail had started to wag again and you were relieved to see it sway slowly. You just wanted to see your puppy happy and excitable again like he always was.

Leon continued to lap at your cunt, keeping himself firmly buried in it. His breathing was a bit shaky but you just let him do what he needed to do, reaching your hand to the right a bit so you could stroke one of his soft floppy ears. He sighed at the feeling, his tail wagging a little faster.

"That's a good boy, Leon~... god- such a good boy for his mommy.." You praised the hybrid as he worked his mouth on you, the praise causing him to whine into your cunt. His eyes peaked open, looking up at you as small tears fell from them. "Good boy~..." You ran your hand down to stroke your thumb between his eyes, prompting him to close them again with a sigh.

Your words encouraged him further, sucking at your clit when his tongue wasn't buried inside of you. The puppy hybrid licked all around, making sure none of your sweet slick was left to waste. He eased his grip on your hips, partially worried he would hurt you, but mostly cause he adored the way you writhed when you drew close to your orgasm. He relished in how you pulled his head impossibly closer, practically grinding against his face, using him. What a good boy he was.

Leon was in heaven when you came, whimpering into your cunt as you gushed against his face. He made sure to lick up everything he could, even dipping down to your ass for a minute, tongue flat against the puckered hole. He'd be mad if he saw the couch got some of your juices.

After a moment, he pulled his head away, resting the side of his slick covered face against your thigh as he looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes that you just couldn't resist. You knew what he wanted, and who were you to deny him?

"My good boy wanna fuck his mommy? Show his mommy what a good boy he is?" You whispered, to which he eagerly nodded in response, his ears perking up. You could hear his tail thump lazily against the back cushion of the couch, all the while watching him lick his lips. "I-I'll be a good boy for mommy. I'm a good boy-..good boy for mommy.." he mumbled quietly, hoisting himself up onto his haunches again after carefully laying your legs down off his shoulders. His thick cock was leaking pre-cum, flushed red at the tip while his knot was fully swollen. It was hard to look away.

Leon continued to mumble to himself, almost like he was trying to convince himself that he was a good boy. His breathing was still shaky as he watched you flip over, your ass up in the air while you rested your elbows on the armrest of the couch.

The poor thing was practically drooling at the sight of you, frozen in place, just staring at your glistening pussy. Your voice snapped him out of his trance, a hushed "Pretty boy..." causing him to lurch forward and mount you without further hesitation.

You cried out as he shoved his cock into you halfway, stopping only to grab the skin right above your collarbone with his teeth. He made sure he was positioned properly, shifting slightly before pushing his throbbing dick all the way. He whined at the way your slick walls gripped him, his knot pressed firmly against the outside of your cunt.

Leon's teeth broke skin as he began to piston in and out of you. He was drooling, whimpering, moaning, and his tail was wagging so fast. He loved the way his mommy felt, gripping his so tightly, sucking his thick cock in.

His let go of your skin to lick at gently, which was a stark contrast to his fast and rough thrusts. "So sorry mommy- sososo sorry.. never growl at you again- ah~..! I-I'll be mommy's good-.. good boy.."

The hybrid panted next to your ear, reaching his hands up and under your loose shirt to grip and massage your breasts. His fingers pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan loudly. You could feel every bit of his cock as he slammed it into you over and over again, the tip kissing your cervix which made you hiss at the slight pain it caused.

"Gonna- hnghh~.. gonna fill mommy up.. gonna be mommy's best boy again..." Leon whined, tilting his head to the side so he could nip at your neck, kissing and licking under your jaw. He sucked numerous hickeys down your neck, making quick work of the other side as well. He wanted you to remember how good he was for you, how much he was willing to do to make things better, what a good boy he was for you.

It didn't take long for him to near his own orgasm, his chin resting over your shoulder as his hands had worked their way back to your hips. He was so close; the sounds of your moans, the sinful way your pussy squelched with slick as he fucked into you, your smell, the lingering taste of you on his tongue, everything was just so overwhelming.

The puppy hybrid didn't have the words to give you warning, only a long drawn out whine as his hips stuttered forward, knot stretching you open. You came again from the feeling, barely being able to clench around his knot. It was just so big.

With his cum pumping into you, you could only groan pleasantly at the feeling of being so full, his knot having basically plugged you to the point that none of it could escape.

You could partially register Leon running his hands up and down your body, anywhere he could reach in his position, bunching up your shirt in the process. His large hands felt nice, helping you come down from your high. He was whispering something, you couldn't make out what, but it was probably the same thing he'd been spewing before.

~

After Leon was able to pull out of you, you made sure to reassure him over and over that he was your good boy, and he'd always be your good boy.

You made him a little snack once you'd cleaned yourself and him up, seeing as the park and your at-home playtime had influenced his appetite quite a bit. You loved to see him happy again; those beautiful blue eyes crinkled with a smile as that fluffy tail of his wagged.

Your body finally realized how tired it was once more, your brain catching up with that as well. You waved Leon, who was elated to follow you, into your room, practically bounding in like a deer. He begged to lay the way you two did on the couch, and again, who were you to deny him?

You laid back, head on your pillow as Leon nestled himself on top of you. He laid his head on your chest, turning his head to the left as he rested his arms on either side of you, his hands just barely tucked up under your pillow after pulling the blankets up over the both of you.

"You're the greatest boy anyone could ask for, Leon. Always taking such good care of me.." you whispered as his eyes closed, his tail going from a lazy wag to a stop as he fell asleep.

"I love you, my sweet boy.."

[number-onekidqueen]

Hey!!!

Could you please do Luke x Goth!fem!reader where they are dating secretly, and Luke finds out she’s getting bullied for how she dresses he decides to confront the bullies and put them in their place 

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Luke Castellan x goth!Hades!reader

apologies for the awkward spacing, my laptop is going through some glitch 😭

angsty fluff

warnings: bullying, verbal abuse ig, a few swear words, necrophilia mentioned (NOT A THEME), Stacey is a cliche warning, mentions sexual themes

summary: even if goth isn't his style, luke is happy to put a few haters in their place, if it means making you feel better.

"You don’t like it, do you?”

He shook his head insistently. You laughed.

“No, I think it’s cool, I just don’t listen to this kind of stuff. It’s new to me.”

You and Luke were sat on your bed in Hades cabin, listening to a cassette you had snuck in this summer.

It was actually how your mum had bonded with Hades. She always told the story of how she had been walking home from a shift, listening to her favourite album on her Walkman, completely lost in the bass and cacophony of drums, unaware of her surroundings. Too late she had noticed a drunk driver swerving towards her. And then a man had come out of the gloom, drawing her safely away by clutching her cassette tape and headphone wires. She’d been at a loss for words, and he’d simply walked away.

He’d met her the next night, returning her Walkman with praise for her music choice. And every night later he’d appear somewhere along their journey, and they’d converse about music and fall in love.

That very album was what you were listening to at the moment. And from the look in his face, it certainly wouldn’t be making its way onto Luke's playlist very soon.

“I know it’s loud, I get it,” you reassured, “I guess I just love the…. Passion.” You didn’t see while you were rambling, but the look Luke gave you then could only be described as adoring. He loved when you ranted like this. “These artists, they’re pouring their heart and soul into everything. Every word they scream, and string they play, they’re giving their best performance to do so. I find it so amazing.”

The sad thing was, not many people shared your view on that, which led to the predicament you were in.

Well, it wasn’t just the music. It was probably the way you dressed too.

Regardless of your explanations, people were always going to stare at your black shorts, choker and smoky eyes. They would always whisper ‘goth girl’ as if it was a swear word.

But you never thought they would be quite so mean. Come on, you were one of them, right?

Wrong, apparently.

"Hey, emo, anyone die lately, or just your style sense?"

This particular jab came from Stacey, an Aphrodite girl who just seemed to loathe you, and was your polar opposite with her glowy make up, tight camp tee and cropped shorts.

Usually you ignored them. Sure, some of their comments were mean, and sometimes you could hear them when you looked in the mirror, when you applied your mascara, when you lay in bed in the darkness. But today, you were done. You were so sick of Stacey sniping and sneering at you. You were going to bite back.

"I didn't realise dressing for men was considered style, but if so, then sure."

There was silence as she gasped at your comment, looking at her friends in shock and for support. She scowled then, and chewed her gum obnoxiously in what you guessed to be an excuse to think of a comeback.

"I'm sorry I get a reaction from men. Kinda sad that black and death doesn't turn anyone on, huh y/n? But I'm sure you don't care. Probably have some relationship with a dead body, right?"

There were muffled giggles as all the Aphrodite girls covered their mouths at her retort. She began to smirk at you as you blinked at her in shock, genuinely hurt.

"I don't get you, Stacey. Why would my style have anything to do with that? How do smoky eyes have anything to do with-with necrophilia or whatever you're suggesting? What the fuck?" You spat, and you walked away from her, hating that you had been defeated, that that stupid girl's words made your eyes feel heavy with tears.

Because to her, you'd always be weird. That one goth girl who always wore black no matter the occasion. Who barely got a first glance from boys.

It was then you wanted to scream to them how much you knew Luke cared about you. You wondered how much their opinions would change, if they knew camp's golden boy was sweet about you. But you never did, because you knew they wouldn't believe you, and so it led to tears and frustration, locking yourself inside your cabin and crying until your face was a runny, smudged mess.

You'd settled yourself against the wall for around half an hour, your hands in your hair as you bathed in misery and insecurity when you heard the first round of insistent knocks and urgent calling of your name. It was him.

Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you got to your feet and let him in, praying you looked better than you felt. His face fell as the door opened and he spotted your saddened features, so you guessed you didn't. Luke stepped in, shutting the door behind him, and immediately brushing the tears from your face with his thumbs, his eyes sad.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, as he drew you into a hug.

"It was just some-some girls, don't worry, they always do it, I'm just-y'know, being dramatic," you let out a broken laugh into his shoulder and more tears fell, "I guess I should expect it."

"No you shouldn't. They shouldn't torment you regularly just because you dress different to them." He pulled away, his eyes furious now, the cocoa centres dangerously dark, "What the hell is wrong with them?! Tell me their names, y/n, their names."

"No, it's fine, you-you don't need to talk to them, it's-"

"Well, I'm going to either way, so you can tell me, or I'll just find it out."

"I-I-" you stuttered, your body shuddering as a wave of tears swept through you once again, "it was that group of Aphrodite girls, with like Stacey and-"

You buried yourself in his arms, and he squeezed you tight, fingers brushing gently through your hair. "You know you're so much better than them, right?" he murmured warmly, "you're smarter, you're prettier-"

"No, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are, and you should know it, because you are, y/n. You're worth a million of them." Luke's words were firm, and the way he looked at you then, resolute and as if he believed his phrase with every particle of his being made you soften. Made you almost believe him.

"I'm gonna come back with some soda, and we can chill out and listen to your tape, yeah? How's that sound?"

"Amazing," you said, with a watery smile.

"Great, well I'll go now, so I can be back soon," and he sent you a faint-inducing grin as he inched out of your arms that made you lose track of a few sentences.

"Luke," you protested, when you finally got your tongue under control, "no, you-you don't have to this, right? You realise you don't have to do this? It's ok, it's-"

"Yeah, of course," he responded calmly, that same grin on his face as he reached for the door, "I don't know where you think I'm going. I'm just off to get some soda."

And do some other things along the way.

He stormed over to the Aphrodite cabin, knocking rapidly before throwing the door open. Stacey was there, sat on the bed humming a pop song and fixing her hair in her hand mirror, frozen in place as she watched him barge in and shut the door. Her surprise smoothly transitioned into seduction, as was typical with a lot of Aphrodite girls.

"Someone wanted to see me," she cooed, sending him a flirty smile.

Oh yes he did indeed.

"So, I heard about some things with you and y/n,"

"Oh, yeah, that," Stacey waved the words away as if they were a pesky fly, resting on her elbows as she looked up at him with doe eyes, "she looked like a horror movie, Luke. Like, you know how much I care about the kids! They might get scared."

"Yeah, yeah sure, Stacey, I'm sure those were your intentions."

She frowned at that, her glossy lips and thin brows crinkled.

"Why are you even standing up for her anyway? It's not like she's nice, and she's so weird, like she's probably not even straight, like I've heard she has relationships with bats and graves and shit."

"And where did you hear that, Stacey?" He asked coldly, anger rising through him.

She quickly noted the negative emotions surfacing in his tone, and cocked her head. "I don't know, like just around the place. Look, I don't know why you care about this so much? I doubt she has a soul."

"Oh, she does, Stacey. And her soul is much more beautiful and amazing than yours will ever be," he sucked a breath in, trying to restrain his utter rage, "and I want you to never talk to my girlfriend like that again."

"Y-your-your girlfriend?" She spluttered, absolutely shell-shocked.

"Yeah, my girlfriend."

"But-what-?"

"She's the best girl at camp, so I don't know why you say all that stupid stuff about her. Anyway, I need to go now, Stacey, but I think you got the message, yeah?"

She nodded dumbly, her eyes still wide, and Luke smirked as he left the suffocatingly rose-smelling cabin and went into the open air.

With that done, he needed two ice-cold cans of soda.

[thlayli-ra]

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Ok dokey, here's a tiny snippet I've just added to the epilogue of Stray:

Punk was staring out the coffee shop window, chewing on his thumbnail when Joe came back from the counter with their order; two large cups of coffee and a piece of pie. 'This to share?' Punk's eyes lit up at the sweet treat.

'Course not,' Joe shook his head wryly. 'It's all yours. A little 'farewell treat' from me.'

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[purposefully-lost]

There was a small stack of envelopes clutched in Chris' hands. It was only the three most recent letters she'd written; the first two had evidently been lost or trashed with the rest of the mail Rabbit had recieved shortly after his arrest, but as far as she knew, she was the only person still writing anymore. Good. Jennifer hadn't exactly said so, but she had the feeling that the other letters he'd gotten hadn't been kind. She chewed down on the inside of her cheek and glanced nervously at the door Jennifer had disappeared behind. Rabbit, she knew, was just beyond it, too.

She hadn't seen him since that last day, at lunchtime. They'd traded chemistry notes, and she'd dumped all the fries from her lunch tray onto his in exchange for his sandwich. Rabbit had listened to her complain about Stephanie's new boyfriend, and she'd listened to him ramble a bit about the book he'd been reading, and then they'd said goodbye. It hadn't even been goodbye. It'd been I'll see you later. And then eight months had passed them by.

Chris had finished sophomore year, failed her driver's test, got her license on the second try. She'd gone camping without her mom for the very first time. She'd started learning how to play her dad's old bass. She'd gone back to school and had dirty notes slipped into her locker for daring to have whispered to her friend that she didn't think Desmond Baker deserved to have his jersey displayed outside the school gymnasium.

She'd spent a lot of time thinking about Jonathan Stone.

Her cheek tasted raw from the way she'd bitten into it, and she finally couldn't help herself. She leaned close to the shut door and pressed her ear to it, trying to make out what was being said beyond it. She really only heard Jennifer's voice.

"...a little short notice," she was saying, her voice a little softer than what Chris had expected of her so far, "but I think..."

She couldn't hear her clearly. Swearing, she pressed a little closer.

"...see you in person. What do you think?"

There was a long pause. Chris frowned to herself, holding her breath as she desperately tried to listen for his voice, but there was nothing there. Jen had mentioned that he hadn't spoken much in a very long time. She was starting to lose faith that she was going to make it any farther when the lock on the door clicked. She pulled away quick, trying to avoid going stumbling in when it opened, but the look Jen gave her from behind it told her that she'd been caught either way. The woman raised an eyebrow at her but didn't say anything before pulling the door the rest of the way open. "You can come in," she told her. Then she leaned close, her voice falling even softer, for Chris alone. "Remember what I said."

She did remember. That Rabbit's mental state had been in poor shape, these past few months. That he didn't talk much, if at all. That Chris came from a bad era in his life and she might have to be swept out of the room as quickly as she'd stepped inside, but all of it was forgotten the moment she laid eyes on him. Chris had to be ushered the last couple of steps into the room so Jen could close the door behind her, but she barely noticed it happen. Her gaze was locked to Rabbit.

He sat up straight, his brown eyes wide and his shoulders tensed like he wanted to run. Chris hazarded a guess that this room wasn't typically used for visits- it looked more like the kind of room they did interrogations in on cop shows, empty except for the table and the chairs and the cuffs they'd put on Rabbit's wrists. It really hadn't been that long, all things considered, but he'd changed. He'd lost some of the muscle he'd put on with the swim team, the bags under his eyes were somehow deeper, his hair had been cut a bit shorter. It was jarring to see him in a bland, grey outfit as opposed to his usual band tees and hoodies.

He looked to Jen, then back to Chris, a level of panic in his eyes that made something deep down in Chris's chest start to hurt. It was like something sharp had gotten pushed right into the meat of her heart. Chris looked down at her letters and found that she'd been squeezing them hard enough to crumple the envelopes at the edges. "Um, hi, Jack.." she started, hesitating before she looked up again. She suddenly wished she could tear those envelopes open and read her letters over again, just to be sure she said all of the right things and none of the wrong ones. She took a breath. "I..."

When she didn't continue, Jen's hand landed on her back and nudged her forward. "Why don't we sit?" She asked, before guiding her closer. Chris slid into one of the seats and felt her breath catch when she looked up again. Rabbit was just across the table from her, like he always had been. His gaze had softened, but he still sat back against his seat, forcing just that much more distance between them. Chris watched him while Jen spoke beside her. "Jonathan, Christine has been trying to contact you since you came here. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find all of the letters she sent, but we do still have the last few. Would you like to read them?"

Rabbit looked almost like he was going to speak, then faltered. He nodded instead. Chris took that as her cue to lean forward, slide those envelopes across the table while Rabbit reached out to accept them. Their hands brushed, and Chris had to fight every bone in her body not to lunge to take his in her own. There were some parts of Rabbit that had always been distant, but-- not quite so much for her. Not after the first time she'd bridged that gap. Another sharp object stabbed at her heart as they pulled away from one another. She watched him look over the envelopes, then start to tear the first one open.

"I missed you," she blurted out, before he could see whatever embarrassing thing she'd written that was waiting for him. His gaze moved up to her again, his hands paused in the act of tugging out that first piece of paper. He watched her for a long moment, then returned to the task of reading.

She sat, waiting with Jen, while he read each one. They weren't particularly long letters. But she felt her heart squeeze harder each time he put one down. By the third, she thought maybe there was something wet in his eyes, but that could've just been her own. He didn't fully look up at her again, choosing instead to study the papers laid out in front of him, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Chris startled, then looked at Jennifer, her brows furrowed. "What-"

Jen was frowning down at her watch. She shook her hand out and then started to stand. "I'm afraid time's up. Jonathan," she said, leaning on the table to address him. "I'm going to escort Christine out, and then we're going to meet for a session, okay? I'll.."

She was saying more, but Chris was drowning it out. She was still watching Rabbit, who was glancing quickly between her and Jennifer and the door, and trying to bite back the angry sob that'd gathered in her chest. She didn't want to leave. That wasn't enough time! And he clearly needed more. And so did she, and-- and Jen was nudging her shoulder, urging her to stand and leave with her. The door had opened to reveal a security guard ready to escort Rabbit back to wherever it was they kept him, and Chris had only just taken a stumbling step towards the door before the boy she'd come here for suddenly lunged towards her.

The guard yelled something and Jen's hand was white-knuckled on her shoulder, but Rabbit had just reached for her hand. "Come back?" He asked, his voice rough and quiet and pleading in a way she'd never heard before. Chris' eyes finally spilled over as she nodded.

"Y-yeah, I-"

The guard was barking at her, at Rabbit, Jennifer was ushering her out, and Chris' heart squeezed as she was pushed past the doorway. She looked back to where Rabbit was and only just caught his gaze over Jennifer's shoulder. "I will! Jack, I-"

The door was shut between them. Chris made a frustrated noise and nearly ran to force her way back through it. The only thing stopping her was that hand on her shoulder.

"Chris," Jen said gently. When Chris looked up at her, she was wearing something like a small smile. She had the feeling she might just get to keep her promise.

[anord]

that one toy/trinket au but its the girlies from doc 1 in the SPoC lore

sylvia is a mini kalimba and/or a Barbie doll (really any doll) that has its clothes ripped off and like one chewed up show and cut hair (she's goin through it at the amusement of others)

charlotte (her name used to be mavis and I might accidently call her mavis but just know its the same person I just changed her name bc I know a Mavis irl and I hate having oc's with the same names as my irls tee hee) SHE'S UHH I don't know?? playdough. used often and then eventually someone takes a bite out of it and then everyone in the room is like "bro what" and then they throw it away because its no longer "safe"

Enid is a plastic play cash register FILLED with fake money from various things. The money that came with the register, monopoly money, just green construction paper with $ signs on it, random coins. It will be thrown at someone when they find the empty spot in the monopoly box where the money should be.

Olivia (who is very similar to Olive in design in my head. if. if you were there for the 2021 anord lore...oough...) she's one of those fake Halloween knives where if you stab someone the blade retracts into the handle. defo has a bunch of necklaces with crow skulls and misc bird bones. a little odd but the people in Cliffside are too busy dealing with OTHER strange entities that don't fit into their picturesque perfect American dream HOA society (cough cough cough victor cough cough he's another name you should pay attention to COUGH)

aaanywho still figuring out the timeline im still having trouble placing Victor/Stephan/all of those kiddos in the timeline bc I originally saw them as kids from the 90s but then it also went into a 60s time period plus we have that whole time skip and then these four girlies are in this century so uhh,,, mainly talking out loud to myself bc the only one that knows who tf Victor and Stephan are is Rose and Kirby if they pay attention to my old rambles hahaha

gotta reorganize the lore wall </3

I WILL SAY THAT I AM STARTING A LORE DOCUMENT TOO AND I HAVE A NEW PUZZLE THAT I MIGHT SEND OUT SOON PERCHANCE

YOU GUYS CAN ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY LORE BTW I love yapping and I might drop hints idk I've already talked too much hahahaha cough cough join the SPoC discord server I give them extra hints and then they say nothing so idk if they listen ngl

[angelpuns]

Ranting anon is actually v interested in ur new au- so they are gonna make a lil list of questions-

Do any of the dudes have a specific thing abt their design that's special to them and like actually has a lil meaning

Does splinter particularly dislike anything about each of them

How often do you think they'd go out together

Do any of them have specially unhealthy and noticeable habits

Who's the quietest and loudest

Who spends the most time alone or with others

Who do u think is more willing to go out in public

Do any of them have a specific interest they can't seem to shake

Fav water brands (bc there is a difference! Nirvana and Aquafina SUCK!!!)

that's all for now :3 have a good day, drink some water, treat urself, don't forget to go outside every once in awhile <3 <3 (I am not rereading this so sorry for any mistakes, brain is still taking a vacation)

HOHOHOOO IM GLAD YOURE EXCITED CAUSE IM V V EXCITEDD

I'll go one by one for the first one ( they don't have super special meanings or anything, just things they like )

Leo ofc has his stars! He just really likes space and the star motif is super cute!! He also has his scarf, its just got all their colors on it - he sewed on the little bits himself.

Mikey likes to make bracelets and has a MASSIVE collection, so he's always wearing em.

DONNIE HAS A TOOLBELT!!! It holds all his stuffs!

Raph has his ripped pants - which he wears exclusively to spite Leo. Also has some dogtags that he found on the ground and decided he was gonna keep forever ( for funsies )

I think Splinter probably thinks that Leo is too...irresponsible? He expects a certain degree of responsibility that Leo doesn't really hit. He also is transphobic :)

For Mikey he definitely seems to blame him for things that aren't his fault. On the other hand, Mikey is also very messy, hates doing chores and Splinter can't stand that.

Same sort of thing for Donnie, but much less so. Excuses it away with compliments and stuff. He is the favorite child after all.

For Raph its like he doesn't even know he exists. He barely talks to Raph or really??? Worries about him?? He's just overlooked due to being the same age as Donnie ig

They go out together all the time! They usually end up arguing, but its always a lot of fun! Sometimes Raph n Donnie stay at home, but almost always its all four of em. Raph and Mikey also go out on their own ( separately ) a lot.

Uhhhhhhh I am actually gonna hold off on answering that cause I have a comic I wanna make about one of Leo's habits ( tee he its just one of my habits but anyway ).

Raph chews on his mask tails. Not really unhealthy but def noticeable. Mikey chews his nails like so so bad. I'll add more when I think of em :)

Quietist is Donnie for sure, Raph is the loudest. Mikey is the second loudest. Leo can be loud if he needs to.

Leo spends the most time alone, he doesn't really have much going on as far as a social life. Raph has a lot of friends and that's usually who he's hanging out when he's out.

Raph is the most likely to go out in public. Sometimes its to spite Leo and sometimes he just wants to go hang out in the city. Occasionally he'll drag Mikey out with him.

Leo has been into space since he was a kid and he hasn't been able to shake it since, Mikey n Raph ofc have their art. Donnie has his tech. The last three are more like just huge aspects of their personalities at this point. Mikey has been watching Project Runway nonstop for like 2 years ( Leo got him into it )

I don't know any water brands- Raph and Mikey are the only two that actually drink water and I think they drink a store brand? Leo drinks tap water :) Donnie is eternally dehydrated

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS I AM HAVING A BALL!!!

I feel a LITTLE bad posting about them so much when Kid Leo isn't over but its my coping mechanism <3333

Enjoy my rambles haha

[lionhanie]

han taesan ; back 2 u (part three)

you can’t help but find yourself coming back to taesan everytime

this is part three of my series, back 2 u! read the previous part here!

fuckboy!taesan x fem!reader, college au

...featuring! BFFS jaehyun + woonhak, fuckboy leehan (AND he's taesan's roommate), and lovely roomies sungho + riwoo <3

word count: 3.7k

warnings: cursing, woonhak is also in uni (lol sorry had to make my life easier), toxic (?) behavior, mentions of enha jake LOL, y/n is delusional

a/n: i’m alive

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

The clinking of plates and someone gently singing along to music from the kitchen wakes you up. Head pounding slightly as your eyes adjust to the brightness of the room, you groan as you stretch out your limbs from your spot on the couch. There’s a pair of footsteps dragging against the floor from down the hallway; likely belonging to Riwoo, knowing he wasn’t going to be the one awake in the kitchen considering how much he drank last night. You yawn, finally sitting up properly and reaching for your phone resting on the coffee table. 

5 unread texts from “Han Dongmin”! [2:15AM] hope ur feeling better y/n :)  [2:15AM] get back safe [2:21AM] u aren’t walking back to ur dorm alone right? [2:34AM] just stay at their apartment or smth [2:38AM] or i can come get u

Why is he… literally in love with you? Surely he wouldn’t care this much otherwise. The gaps in time between the messages make you laugh; imagining Han Taesan, supposed resident heartbreaker on campus, triple texting a girl in concern for her wellbeing. After last night, you’re convinced that Taesan’s too big of a softie to actually match the rumors about him floating around. His roommate, on the other hand… You wouldn’t be surprised if Kim Leehan lives up to his reputation to a tee. You smile at the notifications on your lockscreen, sending him a couple messages in response. 

to: “Han Dongmin” sorry didn’t see these last night, was busy helping sungho handle riwoo LMAO dw i stayed the night here

Much to your surprise, your phone lights up a couple minutes later. “Han Dongmin” loved “dw i stayed the night here”! An exaggerated gasp comes from a clearly hungover Riwoo, who’s currently standing at the kitchen island. “Sungho, I think I love you.” The roommate in question coughs at the sudden words of affection. Upon making your way from the living room over to your friends, you let out a similar gasp at the spread of food currently splayed out on the dining table. You think you love Sungho too.

“Let’s eat, the pancakes are gonna get cold soon.” You and Riwoo shuffle over to the table, each taking a seat and grabbing a plate and set of utensils. 

“Sometimes I wonder what I did in my past life to be given such a good roommate,” Riwoo’s mouth is full of food as he rambles on, “Let’s live together forever, Sungho.”

“Oh my god, I just got goosebumps. Don’t say scary things like that while we’re eating.” You can’t help but giggle at the dynamic at the pair across from you. The three of you were randomly assigned together for a group project last fall semester, hitting it off immediately. Riwoo and Sungho decided to live together at the start of this school year-- you would’ve joined their lease if you weren’t already planning on dorming with a friend from high school. 

The meal is accompanied with various stories from last night, primarily following Riwoo’s main character moment when he was the center of attention in the dance circle. Maybe it’s the hangover, but the dancer suddenly feels shy after having talked about himself for a little too long. “Okay, enough about my night,” He wipes his mouth with a napkin before throwing it onto his empty plate, “Care to explain how you ended up in Taesan’s room last night, Y/N?” Riwoo wiggles his eyebrows suggestively from his seat.

Your movements still, fork lingering in your mouth for a moment before taking it out, chewing your eggs slowly and analyzing the looks you’re getting from around the table. “Come on, that’s none of our business.” You send Sungho a thankful smile, earning a grin from him in response. Your current savior can’t deny that he’s equally as curious about why they had to find out from Leehan that you were swept away to the confines of his roommate’s bedroom.

“If you want me to be completely honest, I don’t remember how exactly I ended up there either.” It’s a complete lie; you spent roughly two hours laying awake on their living room couch recollecting everything that happened. Getting your kiss rejected, being so overstimulated to the point of almost crying, an awkward conversation in the middle of his room, and last (but definitely not least), the kiss Taesan gave you goodbye. 

You probably replayed the end to your night over twenty times, fighting back the urge to squeal into your blanket. You felt like a middle schooler experiencing their first crush. You hope that they don’t catch your bluff, or at the very least refrain from prying any further.

The pair share a look with each other, definitely aware of the fact that you’re withholding information.  “Alright, but just… Don’t fall too hard for him.” The atmosphere suddenly feels serious, making you anxious in your chair. 

You let out a scoff at Riwoo’s warning, finding it ridiculous. “Fall for him? I literally met the guy on Thursday,” The fork you're currently holding is used to push around the remnants of food on your plate. “I find him interesting, that’s really it.” 

“He’s a good friend, but I’ve seen the way he can talk to women,” Sungho stands up, already moving to pile up the dirty dishes on the table to take them to the sink.  “He isn’t just well-known ‘cause of his looks.” You know exactly what he’s referring to, but you dismiss the thought. Right then and there, you swore you weren't going to indulge in the way you were currently feeling for Han Taesan. You knew better than to do that to yourself. 

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Though here you were, a week after the party, laying stomach down on your bed as you complained to Woonhak and Jaehyun about the boy who plagued your mind for the past couple days. A week since you’ve heard from Taesan. No texts, no library run-ins, nothing. 

Jaehyun’s playing around with the things you have scattered around your room, even going to rummage through your closet full of clothes that (most likely) would not fit him. “This is nice,” You look up to see him holding the jacket Taesan lended you that night sitting neatly on a hanger. “Look Woonhak, it actually suits me pretty well!”

A groan escapes you at the sight of Jaehyun putting it on and flashing you various poses, modeling the jacket before returning it to your closet. "Damn, just say you think it looks bad on me next time." You drop your head back down to the bed, not wanting to be reminded of the intimate moment you associated with the jacket for the thousandth time that week. 

“Guys, can you be so serious with what I’m about to say right now?” Your voice is muffled by the fact that your face is currently shoved into your pillows. 

“Yeah, but only if you get the hell up so we can hear you properly.” Woonhak giggles at Jaehyun’s comment from his spot on the carpet, where he was currently laying with his phone raised up in the air. “Is it about that random from last weekend?”

When you initially told them about Saturday, you spared them a couple details to spare you from the inevitable jokes they would’ve made at your expense. And by a couple details, you actually only told them that you "went to a party with Riwoo and Sungho, got drunk and kissed a mystery guy at the end of the night". 

Ignoring Jaehyun’s question, you sit up properly on your bed, hair disheveled as you reach for one of your plushies to hug for comfort. “Okay, so I’m going to give you guys a hypothetical scenario right now.”

“And by hypothetical, you mean it happened to you, but go on.” Woonhak calls you out, making Jaehyun snort in agreement. 

“Wow. Woonhak, I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with anything you’ve said more,” Jaehyun pats him, as if he was praising him for saying something right for the first time. “You used to do this all the time in high school… The whole ‘fake’ scenario that fully described your current internal turmoil, it’s too funny.” 

Jaehyun wasn’t wrong, but you still smack the top of his head with your plushie in retaliation. 

You and him were nothing but rivals when you first met, both fighting for the spot of class president in your freshman year of high school-- You unfortunately lost, but were appointed as vice president, which meant you were going to spend a lot of time together from that point onwards. The competition quickly ended once you realized how well your personalities bounced off each other; the two of you were like brother and sister.

Woonhak was brought into the picture on a random spring day; he was one of the new members of the school’s basketball team, which Jaehyun was a part of. At some point, he started following Jaehyun around outside of practice, finding enjoyment in bothering the upperclassman. Eventually, he found his way to one of your after school hangouts, and the rest was history.

He hates when you guys bring it up, but Woonhak cried like a baby at you and Jaehyun’s graduation, cursing at both of you for leaving him all alone… Only to enroll in the same university the following fall, properly reuniting the now-inseparable friend group you had.

The boys couldn’t remember all the times you’ve been in this exact state throughout the span of your friendship. The two knew you as someone who got attached far too quickly, putting an unreasonable amount of meaning into minor interactions, so the situation wasn’t unfamiliar to the two friends hanging around in your bedroom on a random afternoon. 

“Imagine you’re me, okay, and some guy tells you to come to his party after renting out a book at the library.” It’s sweet how the two boys are now seated by the foot of your bed, listening intently like puppies waiting for their next command. “Then you show up, and the chemistry between you two is there, like seriously. You could cut the tension with a knife-type thick.” 

“Okay, pause,” Jaehyun shoves his hand in front of your face to stop you from continuing, “Are we talking about actual tension, or is this just Y/N tension?” Woonhak fails to hold in his laughter at the term Jaehyun just made. 

“It was very real to me, for your information.” You send a glare to the younger boy cackling on the bed, making him shut up once he catches your gaze. “And then you’re drunk, and you’re dancing with him the whole night.” Jaehyun playfully gags at your description, making you frown. “Fine, if you’re gonna be like that, we can just talk about something else.” 

“Ah hyung, don’t be mean. Continue, Y/N.” 

“...And the whole night you’re lowkey tweaking because this guy is being really sweet to you even though you kind of just thought he wanted to sleep with you or something.” 

“Y/N, I thought you don’t like guys like that though?” Woonhak knows you too well. Nothing can ever be just casual for you. The mere existence of a man like Han Taesan should’ve been your first red flag, but you’re also not one to deny your heart from what it wants. 

You give him a shameful look, feeling like you were just caught red-handed doing something you weren’t supposed to be. “Okay, you’re right, but let me continue. At the end of the party when there’s basically no one there anymore, he gives you his jacket, and kisses you goodnight at the door. Like what?!” 

“Dude, why’d I just get chills?” Woonhak looks dumbfounded as he places his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Jaehyun shrugs his hand off in faux-disgust, rolling his eyes at the action. “It’s kind of romantic, no?” 

“Exactly my point! And to top it all off, he texts you afterwards making sure you got back safe… And even offers to pick you up so you don’t have to walk home by yourself,” Your voice is filled with frustration as you bring your plush up to your face to yell into it. “Like… Does he want me?” 

The boys in front of you sit in silence for a moment, analyzing the scenario you presented to them. “Ah, so that’s why that jacket I wore earlier fit me,” Jaehyun looks back at your closet, still open from his fashion show earlier, “Well, I wouldn’t say he doesn’t want you, but is there nothing else to the story?” 

“You’re telling me this guy did all that for him not to want her? That doesn’t make sense, Jaehyun hyung!” Woonhak looks to Jaehyun beside him, shocked that they aren’t on the same page. “This is one of the few times I actually think Y/N’s delusions might actually be real.”

Ouch. Jaehyun brings up a good point, though. Other than the few texts you shared the morning after, there was nothing but radio silence between you and Han Taesan. “First of all, I hate both of you, but that’s kind of why I need your takes on this. That’s the end of my interactions with Tae-” You cut yourself off before you carelessly expose the identity of the "hypothetical" man in your story. “...The guy who kissed me that night. I haven’t heard anything from him in seven whole days.” 

“Don’t you have his number? If you think he’s into you, why don’t you just, I dunno, ask to hang out or something?” Woonhak’s suggestion is valid, but it just isn’t like you to do that kind of thing; Asking out the guy you’re into, that is. Not only that, Taesan doesn’t seem like the type of guy to go out on dates like that… Maybe he would, if he knew he could get you in his bed by the end of the night. 

“I guess, but doesn’t that seem too random? I don’t even know if we could keep up a normal conversation if we hung out.” At that moment, you’re faced with the reality that you still didn’t know much about Taesan. It’s clear that you’re attracted to each other, but could that be the only thing you have in common? 

“Hm, you said he borrowed a book from the library when he invited you to the party, right?” Jaehyun inquires. You can practically see the gears in his head turning before he seems to come up with an idea. “Has he returned the book yet?” 

“Myung Jaehyun, you’re a fucking genius.” Your friend brushes off his shoulders cockily, letting out a prideful laugh at the praise. “I doubt he even finished it yet, so I could remind him to bring it back to the library when I’m working!” Woonhak hums in acknowledgement of the recommendation, nodding his head at you. “...Do you guys think that’ll make me look too desperate?” 

“Well, you’re looking for any reason to text him without sounding like you’re obsessed, aren't you?” 

“Fuck it.” You don’t think you’ve ever been so eager to talk to a man when you grab your phone from your nightstand. Your high school friends hover over your shoulder, watching you pull up Taesan’s contact. 

to: “Han Dongmin” btw that book u borrowed is overdue there’s a fine if you don’t renew it soon

You’re embarrassed to say that you throw your phone across the bed from you after pressing send. “I’m having crazy deja vu right now, Woonhak. This feels like we’re in high school again.” 

“You’re right… Who was it again? That Jake guy from our basketball team?” 

“Yeah! Sim Jaeyun, right? Gosh, can you believe Y/N only started coming to our games when she found out he was the point guard?”

You’re about to scold them for bringing up a former high school love interest nearly two years later in the midst of your college love predicament, when you hear a familiar ping come from your discarded phone. 

2 new notifications from “Han Dongmin”! “Han Dongmin” emphasized “there’s a fine if you don’t renew it soon”! u working tuesday?  

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The next three days are brutal. You find it hard to concentrate on anything too important when you know you’re going to see Han Taesan show up during your shift Tuesday afternoon. The nostalgic feeling of being a girl far-too-excited to see the boy she’s got a crush on washes over you as you pick out your outfit the night before, settling on one of your prettier cardigans and your favorite pair of jeans. Might as well feel cute if this is going to be the first time seeing him in over a week. The morning of, you wake up twenty minutes earlier than usual to fix your hair and alter your makeup routine slightly. It’s nothing too crazy, but it satisfies your hopes to be complimented again by Taesan. 

5:28 PM. The library’s help desk was supposed to close in half an hour (not that Taesan knew that), and still no signs of the dual-tone haired boy walking through the doors. You spin around in your chair, eyes following the hands of the clock hung up on the wall behind your desk. You were looking forward to seeing him, and your five-hour shift was nearly over after having anticipated it the entire weekend. 

“Hey, stranger.” You feel a smile creeping up on your face at the familiar voice belonging to none other than Han Taesan. You mentally curse yourself for not touching up your makeup while you were waiting, but quickly find the composure to shoo away your excitement before swiveling back around. He’s wearing an oversized black sweatshirt, intricate details painted onto its sleeves. Even when he’s dressed down, his attractiveness is hard to ignore. “I didn’t realize a week had passed already, sorry.” 

Yeah, you didn’t talk to me for a week, is what you wanted to say, but you soon understand he’s referring to the book he borrowed when he places it on the counter in front of you. “Do you want to extend your rent period?” 

“Hm, yeah. I don’t think I’m done with it just yet.” There’s a moment of eye contact shared between you two as he answers. You go to click a couple buttons on your screen, bringing up the data log of all ongoing book rentals. 

“Your makeup’s nice,” Taesan rests his elbows on the counter, peering over to watch you type. The scene feels reminiscent of when you first met. “Did you get all dolled up for me, angel?”  

Is it that obvious? “Maybe you just think I look pretty today, Dongmin.” You accused, hoping the heating up of your cheeks is mistaken as the blush you put on this morning. 

“I wouldn’t be calling you angel if I didn’t think you looked beautiful all the time, hm?” Damn. He’s good. Taesan laughs as he watches you avert your gaze, clearly struggling to respond to his barrage of compliments. “When do you get off work?”

“I clock out at six,” You look at the time in the bottom corner of your screen. Only twenty more minutes. Maybe this was your chance to ask to hang out; to properly talk to him while you’re sober. “Are you busy after this? Would you want to-“

“Hold on, someone’s calling me.” Your mouth presses into a thin line as he stops you to answer his phone. “Yeah?” The boy answers the unknown caller after taking a couple steps away from your desk in doing so. 

The abrupt pause feels oddly humiliating; You almost didn’t want to bother finishing your question after he’s done. You renew the book under his name quickly, printing out his receipt and slipping it under the cover like you did the first time you spoke. Noticing a pad of sticky notes to the right of your keyboard, you peel one off and begin to write.

want to get lunch sometime this week? :-)

“Told you I had to stop by the library earlier, no? I’ll come after I’m done, promise.” It’s hard not to eavesdrop when he’s standing close enough for you to hear everything he’s saying. “Come on baby, don’t be like that. I’ll be quick.” His voice is quieter now, but you’re still able to make out what he whispers into the phone. 

Baby? Who’s he talking to? Whoever it is, you can’t help but feel your previous confidence deflate at the realization that you’re not the only one he’s been sweet talking. It’s something you should’ve seen coming from a mile away, but a part of you really wished you minded your business before shamelessly listening in on his phone call. You look down to the note you just wrote, feeling disappointed as you crumple it up into a ball and discarding it to the side of your desk. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you notice he’s standing back at the help desk. “Sorry, Leehan’s calling me about some dumb shit again.” Oh, so now he’s lying. That, or he just happens to also call his roommate baby in the same sugary tone he uses on you. Surely, he doesn’t think you’re that stupid.  

“It’s all good,” You force out an awkward laugh. “You’re all set for another couple days.” 

“Thanks for reminding me about it, by the way.” Taesan flashes you one of his signature smiles, and you hate the way it makes your heart beat a tad faster. “Sorry to cut you off mid-sentence just now. Were you saying something?”

“Nah, just wanted to let you know that there’s a two day grace period for the late fee if you miss the return date again.” You hold out the book for him to grab. 

He reaches out to take it, fingers brushing over your own as he does so. There it is again. Sparks. “What would I do without you?” Reaching behind him, he unzips his bag to throw the novel inside, closing it up afterwards. “I’ll see you around?”

You only hum in response. His phone goes off again in his pocket, presumably from whoever he was previously talking to. You watch as he does a 180 to walk towards the library’s doors, grinning as he picks up the call outside. Guess Han Taesan’s found his new girl of the week.

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[teechew]

My only consolation about Notre-Dame is : We have lots of references, even a full 3D scan of the interior. We will rebuilt! But still an awful loss... 

[vampiretendencies]

a visceral feeling, that i can never leave behind

summary; jj crossed his heart, hoped to die that he wouldn’t get in another dust up; now he’s suffering.

authors notes; getting back into the groove of writing full length fics, still doing blurbs. but if you have a request either way, requests are open.

pairing; jj maybank x pogue!fem!reader (reader is almost always a pogue, unless i specify other wise)

warnings; angst to fluff, maybe suggestive if you take it that way

It was unusual to not hear from JJ.

Whether it be sullen facetime calls, hundreds of affectionate text messages, or not being able to pry your hands off of one another in person.

It was just unusual.

Which is why you are silently cursing yourself, sat parked outside the Chateau. The Twinkie was gone, but that in more ways than one didn’t mean JJ wasn’t in his bedroom.

Maybe John B took it out on an errand.

Maybe John B, Pope, and Kie went out on the marsh.

The possibilities were endless— but JJ never was the type to miss out on a Pogue expedition. Nor was he the type to not tell you about it; hell he’d update you if he was doing a task, as simple as smoking a blunt.

Glancing down at the blue and grey text chain, a photo of JJ kissing the bone of your jaw ever so slightly adorned the top, a helpless dimple poking through— but, you couldn’t understand why most of it was blue. Why were they so many texts from only you?

J <3

JB did a lil fire tonight

Got mosquito bites in places I shouldn't have mosquito bites

Need you to help me scratch them :(

I'm being serious

Goodnight baby, wish I was sleeping with you

Those were the last few texts you'd received from JJ, after you'd worked a late shift at the wreck and he'd known you fell asleep. JJ also knew today was your late shift, typically he'd be at the front door of your home; parents ready to boot him out from how much he continuously rambled on about you. You even tried calling Kie, Pope, and John B numerous times with no response.

Yeah, something was definitely fucking wrong.

With a slam of your car door the leaves from the tree above crunch beneath your feet, adjusting your cropped tee so it didn't fall too low. Rays of the sun beaming thoroughly on the skin of your legs and the exposure of your back, making your way towards the screen door of the Chateau. Screen pulled back and worn out, the wood chipped and chewed but this wouldn't be the Chateau if it wasn't. Past the porch you step foot inside, pushing aside beer cans with your shoe clad foot; empty cereal boxes, stale three-day old pizza, open sodas. Anything that you could imagine that was on the hard wood floor, it was.

But what you couldn't find was answers.

"JJ!"

You called, knowing full well there wouldn't be a response as he isn't visibly here. But it's JJ, he could be fucking around.

"Baby!"

You tried the pet name in hopes that it would work, but as you enter his room and see an unmade bed with miscellaneous clothes thrown on it your thoughts grew thin. You huffed limp body falling back onto the solid twin matress.

Instantly flying upward upon hearing familiar voices and footsteps, one familiar voice in particular.

Questions seeming to be answered all at once.

Seeming.

"Did you see that headlock John B had him in?"

"Easy access! Took one hit and I swear I heard his jaw crack!"

It was, in fact JJ.

Doing that thing that he does after the Pogues think they've accomplished something big, yet they always fail to see the bigger picture.

Heat of the moment or adrenaline, you assumed.

"His face was so fucked up!"

"He's had it coming for a long time."

You confirmed it was John B's voice with Kies toward the end. Now the issue was, who the hell did they have to get into a fight with this time?

Though you may not know, you'd make certain to find out.

Creeping around the corner, you make your presence known at the entrance of the living room where they all stood. Appearing as if they's seen a ghost.

Not only did they not have the decency to include you or fill you in, but JJ's fist is coated in blood. Disheveled and mulled, like they'd been ran over by the same bus various times. Kie's curls fanned outwardly, John B with a busted lip, Pope with a black eye, and JJ with a welp against his cheek bone; a gushing cut seeping through.

Your voice grows horse, mouth running dry; fathomed by your supposed friends in front of you.

What were you? A sick joke?

"Look ... we can explain, JJ told us not to tell you and we-"

Kie offered, guilt eating away at her portraying a bad habit.

"Just don't."

"Shouldn't someone like ... be mediator this time, she might actually kill him."

Pope chimes in and it makes your stomach churn because he was partially true.

You brush past them, aiming for your car and of course JJ's steps behind you. Echoing your every move, fingertips knotting around your wrist in an effort for you to turn around and face him. Unexpectedly, your back met with the warm glass window of your car. His fists at the hood, arms hovering near the sides of your head. Tresses combed backward from his digits, out of fear that this situation right here would happen.

There were certain confrontations JJ appreciated and certain one's he didn't.

He had no problem with pummeling someone unrecognizable for the sake of his friends, which spells out the entirety of this.

The confrontations he hated though was this one, the one where he can't even look you in the eye. He invariably lost his tongue in a fight with you, his past making him think that every fight could result in you abandoning him and never coming back. For the long run.

"You should go get that looked at," you spat, biting back so harshly. Peering at a slash that would take weeks to scab over.

"Just stay okay? This doesn't have to be a fight."

His speech is low and he's looking everywhere but at you until you shoved him- hands connecting with his chest in an effort to get his attention and for him to stop caging you in.

Exasperated that he couldn't just tell you, that he couldn't just talk to you about it.

Animosity that he would dare get his precious face damaged in such as way.

Irate and bitter that his somehow get himself in this overwhelming imperilment.

A menace before you.

"It does JJ! We're lying to each other now? This is what we do?!"

It was a show, a show that people would stream on television for their on laughter and enjoyment.

But this was the sheerness of a susceptible couple, glass nearly empty.

Time bellowing out.

"I had to baby!"

Not to be dramatic but JJ's heart had been stitched together once, when you entered his life.

And that's why he tried his utmost to prevent any interference in this relationship.

Because now he swears, he can physically feel a stitch rip open with every remark you make.

"We tell each other everything JJ!"

"And I didn't tell you 'cause, I knew this is how you'd react!"

He stands still with a clenched jaw; tight enough for teeth to grind, hand gesturing at your current 'pissed off' stance—notrils flaring and mouth agape.

And he thinks this actual smoke fuming out of your ears.

Silence fell over the two of you, stood so desperately apart in the misty front yard of the Chateau.

"It was Rafe," He rasped through monotone. "We had to take this round while we could-"

"So fucking stupid, you know he's coming back for ya'll!" You still speak sharply, infuriated past envy. "M'the one treated like shit, just for you to get one up on Rafe Cameron ... of all people JJ!"

"I know, baby! I know-"

He reached for your arms, in ordinace to hold them close, but he failed whilst you inched to the car door.

What's upsetting is, after the fight and pirior to it- JJ craved to breathe in your oxygen and get lost inside your lungs.

"I dont care if it's a decision I won't like, it's still something I deserve to know," and now your voice is just growing weary. "You do such dumb shit and m'expected not to say anything."

All JJ could do was ache.

Ache with regret.

And ache with longing at the feeling of you not wanting to be near him.

He hadn't even gotten a kiss today, for Christ's sake.

"You said you wanted all of me JJ, I gave you that. Why aren't you doing the same..."

Your figure folds, stepping low into the car, JJ running forward bloody fist pounding on the glass window. Praying to God, that you'd give in just this once and hear him out.

"I am! I fuck up one time and you're there to make sure I don't hear the end of it!'

He's finding his voice, a minute two late as his takes note of gear switching and the vehicle moving backward to leave.

"Get out! Don't go ... please don't baby!"

“Baby!”

He trails behind the moving car, as if running would make a difference.

But you wouldn't be there this time.

The last altercation he got into, you were on the other end to clean his bruises and linger kisses onto his cuts; yet, there was also an agreeance that he wouldn't be caught up in another scrutinizing fight.

You validated yourself in thinking you had the right to your reaction.

And JJ validated himself in thinking he was right in not telling you, your words engraving in his brain like clockwork; agatizing that he saw reason.

Nearly a chore for him to listen— heardheaded beyond belief.

Ravaging in the come down.

Always finding the beat, now they can't find the rush.

All filaments of emotion turned to dust.

“You can stop shitting your pants now, she’s already seen us.”

John B’s banter is not one that makes JJ’s tongue stop clicking, nor does it make his leg stop bouncing up and down out of horrid anxiousness.

He’s forced John b to take him to your home, only to be dismissed in your family saying you weren’t around.

You were, you just couldn’t stand to see JJ.

Fed up with his antics and his constant need to put himself in a position of hazardous instability.

Allowing him to resort to plan ‘work invasion’— the one place he knew you couldn’t escape him.

Despite how he typically acts, JJ has precise memory when it comes to you. He still has the little crumpled piece of paper you gave him in first grade— folded neatly inside his wallet, being besotted with you for that long.

‘I like your hiar — signed Y/N’

He picked fun at the way you spelled hair, though he took pride in his hair since then. And no matter how much he misplaced things, he endlessly found his was back to that note.

Resembling you, evermore.

With that being said, remembering your work schedule was something of ease to him.

You did glance at them stepping foot into the eating establishment, sat at a table on the far side— also know as your serving section.

Ultimately, you didn’t want to argue any longer with JJ; you didn’t want to argue to begin with. You bargained with him to learn— to learn that he can’t always have his way.

Especially when he’s teasing you so, showing up during your shift, and wearing that stupid fucking navy blue button up shirt besides the fact that it was, unbuttoned. Chest on display, muscular and built.

You felt the dagger of his eyes on your back whilst you served the table that was ahead of them, still feet away. Unable to concentrate on the order, eaves dropping on their conversation.

“Ma’am, are you listening?”

“Sorry … sorry what was that?”

Your saccharine voice apologizing to the woman and her small child, JJ chews the inside of his mouth. He despised going longer than a millisecond without hearing that sweet, sweet sound, laced with the inticement of veneration.

Accidentally fumbling the pen and note pad in your hand, rubbing your sweating palms onto your greasy black half-apron.

“Just two milkshakes.”

The woman was quick to repeat, voice more stern at you for not getting it right the first time.

But JJ was going to win you over, wether that be clogging every toilet in the stalls to announce to everyone that there was a plumping problem— isolating only you and him.

Though, he had something else in mind. Maybe not we’ll thought out to most, but it was the quickest and most efficient way he new of to win you back over on his side.

You slide your feet against the tiled floor, anticipating serving the group of Pogues. Instead you plaster on as fake as smile, and interrupt their witty banter by clearing your throat.

“What can I get ya’ll today? Our special today is a main dish of lying with backstabbing on the side.”

You were being bitter and you knew it, purposefully standing on the side of the table that JJ wasn’t on. But still the dining chair screeched on the floor, in an effort to move closer.

“Look we actually love you a lot more than JJ, if we’re being honest,” Pope conquered, and Kie and John B shook their heads in eagerness, willing to mask the tension in the air. “He convinced us to leave you out of it and we didn’t want to get in the middle of anything.”

“You don’t have to justify anything JJ did Pope, he chose to break our promise and that’s on him.”

You sneered, eyes rolling harshly at the blonde that’s twirling his thumbs— peering up at you with a deathly smirk on his features.

“That was a one time thing, Rafe deserved it baby, you know he did.”

“Baby, you know he did.”

John B mocked JJ, warning a kick from JJ’s combat boot beneath the table with a scoff.

“Did you guys hear something … like this irritating buzzing sound of some bastard talking?”

That earned a hissing sound from John B, the actual remnants of what JJ felt from that comment.

“Are y’all ordering or what? I have other tables to serve.”

You conquer, JJ’s at the edge of seat, tapping his foot. His sense being filled with that of burgers, shrimp and grits, anything he could utter but he didn’t have an appetite.

No, not when the only thing he had a hankering for was currently in front of him.

Back straightened and stood tall, typically a stance he’d drool over but he can’t get past the weeping sensation— dire need to never be at odds.

To simply just be.

For you to be his, and him be yours.

All over again.

“I was hoping you were on the menu.”

Courage emphasizing his words, eyeing you up and down— nearly eyefucking. Seeing now as his opportunity to go in for the kill.

“Okay, you know what-“

You’re spinning on your heels, in a notion to walk away— refusing service.

Until.

“JJ! Get down, my parents are never gonna’ let us back in here!”

But, he didn’t give a fuck.

A sickly pit in your stomach causes you to turn around, to be met with a JJ stood bright eyed— a disfigured expression and sunken shoulders hanging low.

Standing atop the table, head closer to the ceiling than it ever was before. Loud and proud, whilst his hands clapped, cupping together for a infamous effect.

Your face burns with prim red scrutiny, horror covering your face— just powerful moments ago.

Insides scrambling to nothing, a stupid toothy grin plastered across his features.

Wreckless, per usual, consequences of no variation to him.

He’s irrevocably standing on top of a restaurant table with only lovingly sullen eyes.

“This woman right here,” He gestures his arms toward you, all bodies turning toward you— wanting to cower in shame but oddly enough you were enticed and lead by infatuation.

Pope and John B, just let JJ do his thing— either way he was going to do what he pleased.

Crowds of familiar faces, family, a friends— some with mouths wide open in awe, some making snarky remarks, and some wishing like hell that it was them.

“She’s gonna’ have my babies,” He started a small chuckle escaping his lungs. Announcing to the entirety of the restaurant, giving them entertainment; despite the promise he broke to not get himself hurt again.

This though. This was promising, and convincing and everything in between.

Salvaged with being allergic to the waiting.

Waiting for you to come around.

You’re in the room, you earn his gaze.

You open your mouth, he’s hypnotized.

Starstruck.

“And m’gonna have those lips on mine for however long she lets me … forever I hope.”

He beamed, Kie’s father’s disgruntled face entering the room, waving at JJ to get down.

A sinister grin still on his features.

“And ya’ll will pass by us in disgust, that you can’t be us. That you can’t have our love.”

You’d hoped someone was behind you because you were about to collapse.

“This enough of an apology for you, pretty girl?”

He echoes, bits of his accent flowing through the sentence.

You managed to fight the smile on your features.

Let’s just say JJ proclaiming his love infront of nearly thirty people didn’t come close to his usual public displays of affection.

“Get your ass down!” Kie’s father, Mike, stammered, and JJ willingly jumped down from the table, being that he wasn’t finished.

And he knows by the smile lines next to your mouth— that this argument is officially past tense.

And he knows that tonight he’s going to relish in all the delicacies that you have to offer him.

“I mean it was alright,” you joke, picking fun to pass your inkling of embarrassment.

Knowing that it topped any apology you’ve received.

JJ glides over to you, hands wholeheartedly cupping your face, thumbs nestling you chin. Like the two of you were on a stage and this was a live performance.

You hold his heart in your hands internally, JJ is merely thankful to be alive during this lifetime with you.

Appreciating your existence and the relationship the two of you founded, together.

He places a wet, sloppy kiss to your lips, pecking them repeatedly. Delving them together, molding with perfection and engulfing yours with his.

Exhilarated to have the opportunity to graze mouths with yours.

“Don’t ever make me chase you again.”

But, he knows he’d do it all over.

Standing hand in hand, with lovelorn souls.

Knowing that he’d redo it without hesitation.

[berrymoos]

everyone talks about little robin+little steve duo but what about little robin and little eddie!?

they would constantly compare who has the best caregiver which would end in tears(usually eddie since he’s smaller) and nance and steve would have to tell them they’re both good:>

always getting into something whether it be the cookie jar robin’s set on opening or the baby powder eddie found in the bathroom(he may or may not came downstairs with white hair that he swore to god was snow) (>▽<)

robin and eddie are always getting told off because robin really enjoys chewing on her sleeves and eddie really likes his hair in his mouth but they still do it anyways because they know they run the house when they’re little o(*≧▽≦)ツ

when they’re napping instead of pillows they use each other and sleep in the most awkward positions(steve once walked in on them sleeping on the floor, all scrambled together with no blankets, just stuffies)

robin taught eddie how to master the puppy dog eyes because steve is weak to them:) now eddie has way too many band tees and a lot of stuffies in his room

i feel like eddie has a weak immune system and when he’s too under the weather to play robin will practically drag nancy to steve’s house so she can be “the bestest nurse ever” and make him feel better（´v｀）

robin plays with eddie’s hair while he rambles on and on about dnd:>

i hc that robin has a shellfish allergy and she came over while he and steve were eating shrimp and he felt bad so he made her a peanut butter sandwich so she wouldn’t feel left out<3

robin and eddie play in the family video break room when she’s having a bad day

thanks for listening *bows*

Oh. My. GOD. BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO THANK YOU SO BERY MUCH (≧∇≦)/

🍦🎸 HDVAHDHSHS AWWWW o(TヘTo) くぅ they're going back & forth comparing difference (& lowkey miniscule things) about their cgs & robin sassily goes "well nancy gets me ice cream aaaaall the time!" — she got her ice cream three times that week, each for a different reason — which gets eddie rlly sad bc :(( he likes ice cream too :(( steve hasn't gotten him ice cream in a while :(( & he just bursts into tears 😭 now nancy has gotta tell him how many times robin actually gets ice cream usually, why she got so much in particular that week, & steve's promising to take him out to get ice cream tomorrow

🍦🎸 HELROWJEEELDO the cookie jar & baby powder incident happened in the same day at the same time. nance & steve leave them to their own devices for one second for WHATEVER reason, & they come back to see cookie crumbs on robin's cheeks ("i thought i hid that!") & baby powder sprinkled all over the bathroom ("there's no way you thought that was snow little bud, we use that powder for you!") and all they do is giggle

🍦🎸 u got that right, they definitely run that house (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و they try giving them little chewlery toys & a few pacis, but they aaalllways gravitate to their sleeves & hair again. sometimes eddie will literally spit his paci out as soon as it hits his mouth & goes right back to chewing his hair. nance & steve lowkey find that super disgusting & if ANYTHING, they prefer him sucking his thumb ... but this is eddie munson we're talking about, ofc he chews his hair instead of sucking his thumb!! 💀

🍦🎸 that's the cutest thing ever what the heeeeck ≧﹏≦ in most cases it starts with eddie laying curled up next to robin while she kinda has him in a gentle yet protective hold ... then about 15 minutes go by, nancy goes to check on them, & they're SPRAWLED out on the bed. blanket is gone, their stuffies are all over them, they're all over each other — like robin has her leg on eddie's tummy, but eddie's hand is covering her face while his stuffed dragon is laying across his forehead & robin's swift heart teddy is clutched in her arms. nancy just shakes her head in that fond parent manner & recloses the door: "they're even a mess in their sleep."

🍦🎸 YEEEESSSS bc robin has the puppy dog eyes down PAT & eddie is rlly curious as to how she makes steve cave in so easily to her getting an extra cookie after lunchtime!! so she pulls him aside, makes sure nobody is listening, & tells him all about her weapon; the puppy dog eyes. after a bit of training, eddie runs to steve for a bit of "practice", as robin called it, & asks for a new metallica t-shirt! steve goes "eddie, you have like 60 of them...?" & BAM. puppy dog eyes in action. steve KNOWS what's happening & he KNOWS who taught him such ways, so he's able to stand up to it ... for about 35 seconds b4 he caves in: "we can go shopping for it later today, buddy..."

🍦🎸 WAAAAAAA ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ eddie hates how easy it is for him to get sick in general, but being sick while he's regressed is simply horrible! but with robin & nancy being there ... eddie will need a water & robin falls off the bed going to get it for him. he'll want his bat stuffie so robin catapults in its direction to retrieve it. not once does steve ever rlly need to move eddie from his arms to get something & nancy doesn't even get a chance to lift a finger bc robin is ON it!! she'll use igor & firestarter (the names of ed's bat stuffie & dragon stuffie) to put on plushie stories for him, she'll cut on the tv to find a nice movie ... eddie doesn't like being sick, but with robin, steve, & nancy? it's a little more bearable (*´˘`*)♡

🍦🎸 (((o(♡´▽`♡)o))) steve helps eddie with the pb&j sandwich (after they washed their hands, ofc ;~]) & even tho robin wasn't small at the moment & rlly wasn't bothered by them eating shrimp w/o her, she couldn't say no to eddie going "don't wan you to be lef out :((", gratefully took the sandwich & ate it .. & holy heck was that sandwich good askkdkajs

🍦🎸 i feel like they have an emergency set of toys back there if either one of them feels down in the dumps & needs a moment to regress. steve always notices when she's upset – whether it's abt something else or it's just been a grueling few hours – & sends her in the break room, even if there are customers still coming & going. eddie swings by (like usual), & he's like "is robin not here today?" so steve also sends him to the back & voila; there she is, playing with their toys. eddie ofc joins her so that way she won't be lonely, & later on when steve gets the chance, he goes in the back to see them giggling while they play ... some kind of game he doesn't understand, & doesn't rlly think he ever will bc the rules are ever changing. really, he's just glad robin is feeling better˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

🍦🎸 ^^ eddie will also swing by family video if he's not feeling too good himself. he'll come by, & robin n steve can see it all over his face, so robin brings him to the break room so she can work on making him feel more like himself :~]

(I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO LISTEN TO THESE MY FRIEND, THANK U FOR GIFTING ME WITH THESE WONDERFUL HCS <33)

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Meant To Be ~ 17

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Word Count: 1,800ish

Summary: The fluff that ensues after Tony and Y/N finally open up to each other.

Notes: Literal fluff. Seriously. Y’all have waited a long time for this. Also, I have decided that the final chapter of this series will be chapter 20, so we’re nearing the end now.

Happy drove Y/N and Tony to Tony’s new penthouse near the new office building. The whole time, Tony was holding Y/N in his lap. They made out until they arrived and Tony carried Y/N to his private elevator. Once the elevator doors were closed, Tony had Y/N pinned to the wall as they both desperately tried to feel every inch of each other. 

Tony worshiped Y/N that night, refusing to let her do anything to him. All he needed was her and he was going to show that. After they were done and cleaned up, Y/N fell asleep curled into Tony. Tony, on the other hand, couldn’t get himself to fall asleep. His hands keep tracing over Y/N’s body, trying to believe that she was there. That she was with him.

When morning came, Tony kissed Y/N’s head and carefully slipped out of bed. After pulling on some sweats, he went to his kitchen and began to try to put together breakfast. Tony was never the best book, and he knew that, but he wanted to try for her.

Y/N’s eyes were still closed as she tried to reach over and cling herself to Tony. But, as she reached, her arm only found bedding. Slowly, her eyes squinted open to see that Tony, was in fact, not there. Her body sagged further into the bed. Y/N reprimanded herself for immediately thinking that she was just another one of the girls Tony brought home. Of course, she wasn’t just one of the girls, she was more than that to Tony.

Sighing, Y/N propped herself up with some pillows. The bedding on top of her slid down to remind her that she was naked. With her dress having been left on the elevator, Y/N got up and walked into Tony’s closet. She smiled softly at the line of band tees she found in the front. Grabbing one, she slipped it over her head.

“Holy shit,” she heard Tony gasp. She spun around to see him gapping at her, holding a tray of food. “You… I…” 

Tony ground his teeth together as he groaned, eyes raking up her form. Y/N blushed as she looked down at her feet. Tony quickly set the tray down on the bed and came over to her. His hands gently found her face and guided her to look at him.

“You are… the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” he whispered.

“Tony,” she giggled. 

“I’m serious...” His thumbs gently caressed her cheeks. “Waking up to this… mornings with you… it’s all I ever wanted and more.”

Y/N gripped onto Tony’s wrists as she smiled at him. “Really?”

“Really.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Tony kissed her again after her response, tugging at her lip when he pulled away. “That tray you had in your hands, did you make me breakfast?”

“I tried. I don’t know how edible it is so maybe you sh—“

Y/N cut off Tony’s rambling with a kiss. “Thank you.”

Y/N walked over to the bed and crawled onto it so that she was sitting, with her legs underneath her, in front of the tray. Tony watched her with a lovesick grin on his face. Y/N took a bite of the meal, slowly chewing it. Tony grimaced as Y/N choked a little and began coughing. She reached for the drink on the tray as Tony nervously came closer.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Tony wondered. “I should have just had Happy run and grab something.”

Y/N looked up at Tony with a small smile. “It was a nice try.”

“Do you want to go out for breakfast? Yeah, we should go out to breakfast.”

“Tony.”

“I’ll have Happy pull the car around. You can wear a pair of my sweatpants. Oh gosh, I love that too much.”

“Tony.” Y/N grabbed his wrist to catch his attention. “It’s okay. I don’t need breakfast anyway.” She straightened up to get closer to his face.

“Are you sure? Cause I—“

“I just need you, Tony,” she whispered, breath fanning over his lips. “Besides,” she leaned in closer to one of his ears, making sure her lips brushed against it, “the only clothing on my body is your shirt.” Tony’s breath hitched. Y/N’s hands glided over Tony’s bare chest. “And I want to show you a trick or two.”

~~~

“Have you heard from Tony since he and Y/N disappeared in the middle of the gala?” Wanda asked as she and Pepper headed towards the private elevator in the new office building.

“No,” Pepper answered with a shake of her head. “Y/N?”

“Nothing from her either.” The two entered the elevator and it started moving up. “Do you think we should be worried?”

“As long as there was no massive blowup, we’ll be fine.”

The elevator opened and the two women headed over to their new offices. It was about an hour before they heard the elevator open again. Both Wanda and Pepper excited their offices to see Y/N and Tony walk out, hand in hand. They gasped, glancing at each other before looking back at the pair. The pair walked over to Y/N’s office where they stopped in front of the door and kissed, causing their assistants to let out another quiet gasp.

“My beautiful CEO,” Tony whispered before kissing Y/N again. “Don’t work too hard today.”

Y/N grinned. “I’ll try hard not to. You still good for lunch?”

“Yes. I’ll pick it up, don’t worry about it.” He pecked her lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Y/N was the one to turn away and enter her office. She shut the door behind her, leaving Tony to watch her through the frosted windows of her office. Pepper and Wanda quietly walked over, cocky smirks spread across their lips.

“So… how was your weekend, Mr. Stark?” Wanda wondered.

Tony cleared his throat before turning to face the assistants. “It was good,” he answered.

“Just good?” Pepper pressed, teasingly.

Tony headed for his own office across the floor. “Yes, good.”

“And you and Y/N walking in holding hands is just good?”

“Fine!” Tony exclaimed, sitting down in his desk chair.  “You want to hear the truth? It was amazing. The best weekend of my life. I’ve literally never regretted every stupid decision that’s kept me away from her more in my life… She’s… she’s it for me.” Tony looked out to Y/N’s office, lovesick and dazed.

“Yay!” Wanda exclaimed, giddily.

“We’re happy for you, Tony,” Pepper said.

“Thank you, but this can’t get around, alright?” Tony said, pointing a finger at the two women. “We want to take this slow, without the pressure of the press. Or even the pressure of our friends.”

“The press is no problem, we can keep it away. Your friends? That might be a different story.”

“I don’t want to ruin this, okay? I can’t ruin this.”

“We understand, Tony,” Wanda responded, unable to stop smiling. “We’re just so happy for the two of you!”

“Me too,” Tony smiled. “Me too.”

~~~

Y/N felt like she was drowning in paperwork. Wanda and Pepper had been in and out of her office all morning with files and requests that needed to get done. They tried to comfort her by saying it was like this only because the merge was new, that it would all die down. But all Y/N could see was the list of things we needed to get done that just kept growing. She was in the middle of reading an email when a knock sounded at her office door.

“Come in!” She called loudly, still focused on the computer.

Tony walked in, closed the door, and came to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk. He set a bag of takeout on the desk.

“Time to eat, honey,” Tony said as he got the food out.

“Almost done with this email,” she muttered.

“That email’s not going anywhere. Eat.”

Y/N glanced in Tony’s direction to see that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Fine.” She turned the computer monitor off and focused on Tony.

“How’s everything going?” Tony asked as he handed her some food.

“Honestly… it’s a lot. But nothing I can’t handle.”

“It will slow down. It’s only day one.”

“That’s what Wanda and Pepper keep saying.”

The two fell silent for a few moments as they ate.

“You know that I’m proud of you, right?” Tony broke the silence.

Y/N’s face softened as she looked at Tony. “You are?”

“How could I not be?” Tony’s eyes were full of love and sincerity. Y/N blushed and looked down. “I’d be even more proud of you if you would eat some more.”

Y/N laughed. “I am eating.”

“Yes, but not enough. Come on,” Tony stood up and leaned over the desk, offering his full fork to her. “Eat.” Y/N tried not to smile as she opened her mouth and let Tony feed her. “Very good.”

“I can feed myself, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” He moved the chair around to sit next to Y/N. “But this way I can make sure you get enough to eat.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. “You’re crazy.”

“I believe it’s called love, sweetheart.”

~~~

After making sure Y/N ate enough for his liking, Tony left her alone, going back to his office. While Y/N had immediately gone back to work, Tony sat at his desk trying to come up with the perfect date idea for the upcoming weekend. He wanted to take her out, but somewhere private. An idea was slowly forming, he just needed to make sure of a few things.

Lover Boy: Have you sold Grandmother’s house yet?

My Future Wife: You really can’t walk across the floor to ask this?

Lover Boy: Just answer the question.

My Future Wife: No. I’m not going to sell it anymore, can’t bear to. 

My Future Wife: Why?

Lover Boy: Oh, nothing.

My Future Wife: Tony.

Lover Boy: Go back to work, honey. I’m going home early. Don’t worry. Happy will take you back to my place.

Lover Boy: Of course, if that’s what you want. You can obviously go back to your place.

My Future Wife: I need some more clothes. I’ll have Happy swing by my new place and then I’ll come to yours.

Lover Boy: Alright, I’ll see you tonight. Love you.

My Future Wife: Love you.

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Inextinguishable Fire | Chiluc Week Day 1

Fake Dating/Accidental Confession/Roommates AU

Chiluc Fluff

Tw: Mentions of a Stalker

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“Ajax! I need your help!” He chimed, his pale knuckles knocking lightly on the door. The sound of creaking soaked through the door, floorboards cried under his weight as his shadow shifted beneath the door. The faintest sound of a groan resonated through the door as it was slowly opened.

The sunlight from the apartment began to creep into his dark room, it’s darkness swallowed around the tall, pale figure before him. The veins in his hands moved as he gripped at the door and it’s frame, his muscles stretching as he curved his back in a weak attempt to pop it. Whatever he had done last night must’ve been eventful, bruises littered his knuckles as cuts and scratches tore at his skin with every breath.

“What’s up Sparky?” He groaned, the sound reverberating through the quiet hallway as he yawned, his bed head unruly as it curled and stuck out in different directions, his sleepy tears rolling down his freckled cheeks.

“I have a problem and I need your help.” Diluc had muttered, determined to fix his gaze upon those ocean blues that drowned him shamelessly with every look. They’d look down at him, up at him, study him and care for him. An overwhelming tsunami sure to swallow him whole and send his head underwater, taking away every breath he took.

“What kinda problem?” Ajax was intrigued. A problem? Whatever this problem was it obviously stressed him out a great deal — his hair was a frenzied mess, curls displaced down his back and along his shoulders from where they had been agitated; probably from where he had been running his fingers through it. Even in his sleepy haze, he could see his fingers were irritated, most likely from scratching, and his lips were chapped, his bottom lip with patches of raw skin, swollen and bleeding. He’d been chewing and pulling at the skin of his lips.

“So you remember why we’re rooming? Because I had a stalker on campus?” He worried, starting to scratch at his neck, most likely from anxiety.

“Yeah…I remember very well. They tried to break into the dorm you shared with that Albedo guy. I chased ‘em off,” he groaned, rubbing at his face, trying to rub his drowsiness away, “What about ‘em? Do I need to beat the shit outta them?” He murmured as he studied the man before him.

“Well…no, not yet I don’t think. That’s not…”

“What’s wrong Diluc?” He whispered gently, his voice deep and raspy from having just woken up. His voice alone was enough to send a shiver down Diluc’s spine.

“I’ve been invited to a double date and the people who invited me think I’m dating you and I don’t know what to do so I came to you thinking you’d know what to do and even though I know how to protect myself I’m still not comfortable knowing there isn’t a restraining order on that stalker so I figured —,”

“Diluc, slow down. You’re rambling, I need you to have mercy on me here,” he laughed as he reached for a t-shirt, “Look, I get this is making you anxious. Why not just tell them you don’t feel up to hanging out right now? Better yet, invite them to the apartment, I don’t care.” He slipped the tee on, the collar hang forward from where it had been stretched out.

The idea of ‘asking another friend’ really wasn’t much of an option for Diluc. He had far too many trust issues and the only reason why he’d hung around Ajax was because he was there the night the stalker had broken in, talking pictures of him and stealing precious items. Had it not been for Albedo’s attempt to stop him, Ajax wouldn’t have heard the ruckus.

“Look, I need you to calm down before you tell me. I can’t keep up when you anxiety ramble,” he smiled softly, nodding to the living room, “Go sit on the couch and wait for me, I’ll brush your hair out and you can go from there okay?” For someone as flamboyant as Kaeya — maybe even more so — he was rather calm in the mornings whereas Kaeya would be loud and dramatic.

Striding along their shared apartment, he sat on the couch as he listened to the winds howl and the birds chirp. He remembered telling the pair he had online classes to worry about, the classes becoming stressful, only adding to his exhaustion after the stalker incident. Feeling the sofa dip behind him, he relaxed instinctively as he sat behind him, pulling his hair behind him before he gently brushed at the hairs, careful not to snag a single strand.

“So start from the beginning for me,” he said calmly, his fingers carding through his hair with each stroke of the hairbrush.

“I was invited to a double date…,” he whispered, slumping forward just a bit as he fiddled his his fingers.

“By who?”

“By Albedo.”

“You’re old roommate?” Diluc nodded as best he could, his weight sinking into the cushions beneath him.

“Why not just invite him and his partner here?”

“I tried but he said he doesn’t want to be a bother and he’d rather pay for coffee down the road.” He sank into his touch as he lightly massaged his scalp.

“And you said he thinks we’re dating?” Diluc hummed, tilting his head back, melting under his touch.

“Yeah, I couldn’t get a word in over the phone, I tried to tell him we weren’t and he didn’t believe me.” He sighed, some of his tension leaving his body.

“And you’re worried about that stalker again?” Diluc hummed again, his eyes closing as Ajax braided the sides to pull into a small ponytail, draping the rest if his tamed hair over his shoulders and down his back.

“Then we’ll go and just call it a fake date.” He shrugged, his hands leaving the tamed red locks his fingers were busied with.

“The two of us on a fake date?” Diluc had thought of it, he just hadn’t expected for him to have the same idea, “What would we even do, how would that —,”

“Dont stress about it too much, just follow my lead,” Ajax soothed, brushing a piece of his hair behind his ear. It was brief when Diluc looked away, Ajax’s eyes stealing a glance at his red lips, his gaze lingering a moment longer than he would’ve liked as the other stared off at the pristine, white wall.

“Look, if it bothers you that much then I’ll just go as company alright? No need to worry your pretty head Aphrodite,” Diluc’s skin burned violently as his mind began to crash, he could feel himself drowning once more, water filling his lungs and his throat as a light kiss was pressed to his temple.

“Why did you —,”

“We’re fake dating right? We gotta make it believable Rosebud, might as well get a head start,” he chuckled as he walked back to his room to get dressed, “Let me know what time we’re leaving,” he called down the hall, his voice bouncing and echoing down the cramped space as Diluc sat mindlessly on the sofa. God, he could be so insufferable sometimes. His fingers feathered over his temple, the ghost of his lips setting his heart aflame as he scoffed. Sure, he helped when he was needed and slept most of the day because of his night classes, but he could be so…so annoying.

An hour had ticked away along the clock’s hands, Diluc looking on in severe distaste at the basic tee and jeans Ajax had chosen. It was so basic Diluc couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he drug him back to his room, rifling through the other’s wardrobe, desperate to find something better for him to wear.

“Take that off, before I rip it off you,” Diluc’s tone was bitter, as he glared at him.

“So forward Diluc,” Ajax snickered, pulling the t-shirt off slowly, teasingly, loving the irritated noise that squeezed itself past Diluc’s throat. His touch against his skin was scalding as he took his shirt off for him. It made his heart flutter and burn like a forest fire in his chest with each breath, becoming far more dire with every inhale — dire for the need to touch him delicately, to let his fingers gingerly trace the underside of his jaw and press chaste kisses to his neck. He swallowed thickly, knowing his pale cheeks were burning with his hidden passion, the tips of his ears must have been burning as bright as the other’s hair. If they had, Diluc had chosen to ignore it, surely.

“Put this on.” Clothes were pushed to his chest, an assortment of colors that worked beautifully together, “I think a slate grey would look better, it’s softer,” he started to ramble, right, he was studying to be a fashion designer, he was also a minor in art, “No, no wait,” he went off, fingers gently skimming against his clothes, “Try this instead,” he handed him another outfit, taking away the sweater and pants he had handed him previously.

“Diluc, it’s a fake date…,” he whispered slowly as Diluc went back to looking through his clothes, “Why are you dressed like it’s a fancy outing, wearing heels, and going so in depth with clothes?”

“Well, Ajax,” he hummed with a swift turn of his heel, his hair spinning as he lifted the other’s chin with his finger, sending Ajax reeling from his spot on his bed. Don’t even get him started on the way he said his name like that, “One, it’s called having a taste in fashion and being a minor in art. Two, they aren’t heels, they’re dress shoes,” he leaned in closely, a smirk danced uncharacteristically along his features as his breath fanned over his lips, “We gotta make it believable…Seerose.” Had it not been for rooming with him for four months his German would have been rough. He…he called him Water Lily in German. The perfect payback really. Ajax laughed lightly as the finger slipped from his chin as he stood up.

“Alright alright, I’ll be out in a moment.” Diluc had been grateful he had the other by his side, his heart hammered in his chest.

“How do I look Firefly?” He chimed, a cheesy grin on his face as he walked back into his room.

“Better,” Diluc was pleased with the outfit. It had gone silent rather quickly, the incessant buzz of the AC being the only noise that had filled the room, “Hey…I have a question.”

“Shoot Sparky,” Ajax relaxed, slouching back just a bit as Diluc eyed him, watching his every move like a hawk.

“Did you want to go on the double date with me?” Ajax’s face flushed. Yes, yes he absolutely wanted to…but how could he admit that so casually?

“Just thought it’d be a cool idea, that’s all.”

“A cool idea?” Diluc had doubted that with every fiber of his being. He could tell by the way he spoke and the way his body had tensed up there was something up.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He shrugged, his body going rigid.

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“I said you’re lying.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time but what makes you think I’m lying?”

“You’re too tense.” He said simply, stepping closer eyes cut to examine every bead of sweat that formed on his face, every freckle and every line in his forehead, “Why did you propose the idea of a fake date, and be honest.”

“I am being honest!” He panicked, he could feel his body begin to flare with heat as Diluc walked closer and closer.

“No you aren’t Ajax.”

“Why does it matter?” Ajax argued, as he took slow, consistent steps back.

“Because I’m the last person you should love—,”

“So what if I do?!” Ajax’s voice echoed within the dark room as sunlight streamed through the curtains as he was backed into the wall. His heart raced in his chest as it clicked. He…he just admitted to loving his roommate. The very roommate he saved four months ago and offered to go on a fake date with. He hadn’t meant for it to be so raw, so unromantic that he himself had to groan at his own stupidity.

“…So you’re actually in love with me?” Ajax’s lips pursed shut, as he looked away, embarrassment settling in his bones, flooding every crevice of his body.

“Ajax?”

“Yes, Diluc, I’m in love with you, for fuck sake.” He groaned, his head thumping against the wall as he threw his head back. He was dizzy, his eyes wide as warm hands cupped his cheeks with a forceful kiss pressed to his lips — desperate. Everything in this moment was a blur to him, he just knew he tasted sweet, like sugar and pastries. He could feel the quiver of his lip and it felt right. It felt so, so right.

“C-call, call it off,” he groaned, melting into the kiss with every touch as his lithe fingers traced the veins in his neck, “Call off the meet up—,” he whispered thinly, pulling him impossibly closer as he kissed him feverishly, passion burning in each press of their lips. Diluc gasped as he was suffocated with every gentle kiss pressed to his skin. He pulled at the hairs of his neck, allowing himself to be dragged down to the bottom of the ocean. Lightly, he pushed him away to breathe, laughing lightly at their disheveled state as he cleaned them both up as best he could.

“Or, we could actually make it a date instead of a fake one,” he proposed, hands busying themselves with bronze curls.

“Yes. Fuck yes, I would absolutely love that,” he whispered as he went back to kissing him over and over, grateful for his stupid mouth talking too much.

“A date it is then,” Diluc mumbled against his lips as he allowed himself to be devoured by the other’s warm embrace, “A date it is…” Ajax sank into his touch, feeling his fingers hold him closely by his jaw as his lips met his over and over, his warmth scorching his skin, a fire that could never be extinguished…a fire that could never be extinguished.

[jobean12-blog]

The Color of Your Smile

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,415

Summary: Each and every time Bucky smiles it’s like the sun comes out 🌞

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble challenge with the theme of colors! Really love this idea and I went with Yellow Sunshine because honestly the thought of Bucky smiling is really like sunshine! And my beautiful friend @nano--raptor and I were talking about how shitty bad days and anxiety can be and what we would love to have to help...love you Mal❤ Hope this makes you all smile and you enjoy it! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super soft fluff, shy Bucky (he’s so soft) and LOTS OF SMILES :) 

Nothing makes you happier than seeing Bucky smile. No matter how bad the day has been if you catch him laughing or smiling, it’s as if the clouds part and the sun comes out. The way his eyes crinkle at the corners and his nose scrunches up make it impossible for you not to smile too.

Sometimes he dips his head in the most adorable way, almost like he’s embarrassed and a strand of hair will fall over his forehead and you want nothing more than you comb your fingers through it and kiss him. He knows none of this of course, the thoughts never more than a whisper on your lips.

Today is a particularly shitty day. Everything is giving you anxiety and you can’t seem to focus enough to get anything done, which is bad because your to-do list has never been longer. It’s not raining but it might as well be with the blanket of gray clouds that covers the sky. When you finally make it through to dinner and head into the kitchen, you’re so ready for something yummy that you can already taste it.

Shuffling through the cabinets you search for your mac and cheese. You’re sure you had at least one box left. It isn’t anywhere to be found and you’re on the verge of tears. That is, until Bucky shows up. “Hiya doll, what are you looking for?” He walks up next to you and brushes the hair from your shoulder, smiling softly while he waits for your answer.

You smile back. “Well, I had a shitty day and I was hoping to eat some mac and cheese, but it looks like I’m out or someone else ate it, which is fine, but now I’m hungry and just…” You shrug and sort of deflate, wanting to lean into him for a hug. Without a thought he does just what you want, pulling you close to his chest and circling his arms around you. “I’m sorry. I hate days like this. What can I do?”

Feeling better already you lay your chin on his chest and look up and his still smiling face. “The hug really helped, thanks Buck. Now I need a shower and food.” You feel his laugh vibrate through him. “Tell you what, I have an idea. Why don’t you go shower and change into something comfy and meet me back in my room in about an hour?”

Raising your brow, you make to argue but he gives you one of his brightest smiles and you immediately crumble, smiling right back with an excited “yes!” After a nice hot shower, you throw on some yoga pants and a tee shirt before walking down the hall to Bucky’s room. Lightly knocking you wait a moment, hearing some shuffling from the other side of the door.

He opens it a crack, blocking your way with his body. “Hi.” This time you smile first and notice he seems a bit nervous. His cheeks are even a little pink which makes your smile grow. “Are you gonna invite me in?” Now he cracks a lopsided smile and you fall more in love. “Of course. But uh, can you close your eyes?”

Without a second thought you squeeze them shut and he takes your hand in his, slowly guiding you through the door and into his room. He stops and stands in front of you taking hold of your other hand and bringing them to his chest. His shirt is warm and soft under your touch and all you can think about is how nice it feels against your skin. “Ok, so I hope this helps and that it’s ok. And you like it. Because if not, that’s fine.”

Releasing one of your hands you reach around until your finger finds his lips to stop his rambling. “I’m going to love it.” He lets out a breath and brings you around to his front. “Ok, open ‘em.” Your eyes pop open and you’re momentarily stunned silent. He’s taken all the pillows from his bed and couch and laid them on the floor. The sheet from his bed is now somehow pinned to the ceiling and cascading over the plush fluffiness on the floor. Small twinkling star lights set the space aglow and when you turn to look at him, they twinkle in his eyes. “Bucky. I don’t know what to say. It’s. It’s perfect!” Grabbing his hand, you launch yourself into the fort, plopping down on the pillows and snuggling in.

He laughs and lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. “Really? Are you sure?” His smile is so sweet you can barely stand it. “I LOVE IT!” His nose scrunches and he dips his head and you almost let out a moan, not sure you’ll be able to stand much more of it. Rolling over to hide in the pillows you hear a crunch and quickly sit up. “What was that?”

Bucky leans over you and feels around under the pillows, eventually pulling out a bag of party mix. “Snacks!” he says brightly, opening the bag and offering you some. “My favorite! How did you know?” For a moment he looks too shy to speak but finally manages to mumble, “because I pay attention.” And now he has your full attention. “What do you mean Buck?”

He brushes you off with a wave of his hand and pops a pretzel in his mouth, smiling through his chewing. “Nothing, forget I said anything.” Taking the party mix from his hand you sit up, placing your hands on his thighs. “Bucky.” He drops his head and groans. “It’s just. Well. I listen when you talk, and I remember everything. Like when you said how much you love party mix and blanket forts and star lights.”

If it weren’t for the yellow glow from the lights above, you swear his face would be completely pink. With a sheepish look he waits for you to say something. “I’m completely in love with your smile.” The words leave your lips without a thought and it’s your turn to blush. Deciding there’s no turning back now you keep talking.

“Every time I see you smile it’s like the clouds part and the sun comes out. The way your eyes crinkle at the corners and your nose scrunches up makes me feel all warm and tingly. And when you try to hide a blush and dip your head and a stray hair falls loose, I can’t help but feel better and like everything will be ok.”

He hasn’t said a word, his eyes focused on yours as you pour your heart out. His hands slowly come up to cradle your jaw and he brushes his thumb over your lips. “You really feel that way when I smile?” You slowly nod, letting your eyes flicker to his lips when his tongue darts out to wet them. “It’s true.”

With the drop of his head he’s close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your lips and it makes you tremble. “That’s good. That’s really good. Because I’m completely in love with everything about you.” The press of his lips is soft at first but there is a swift progression of intensity that has you clutching his shirt to steady the dizzying sway of the world beneath you.

Pulling you into his lap he brings his hand around to hold the back of your neck, tilting his head and parting your lips with his tongue. You open up for him, carding your fingers through his hair and down over his broad shoulders. His hands smooth down your back and he gently lays you on the pillows, covering your body with his.

He moves his knee upwards, parting your legs and you wrap your own around his waist, pulling yourself impossibly closer. He drags one hand down your arm and his fingers dance around the hem of your shirt. You can’t help the giggle that rises in your throat and before you pull away you feel him smile against your lips.

“Wow,” he hums, trailing soft kisses over your cheeks and down your neck. “I think I found a new thing I love best about you.” You giggle again, loving the tickle of his beard over your delicate skin. “And what’s that?” He brings his eyes back to yours, brushing his nose over your jaw, “kissing you. I don’t ever want to stop.”

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[cosmicbash]

One the angsty prompt ideas I’ve been thinking about is Kells practicing how to cook for weeks so he can surprise Em by cooking him dinner, maybe for an anniversary or something, and on the day Kells has planned to surprise him, Em is hours late, leaving Kells alone for the evening. If you’re interested maybe you could write something like this? 🥰

3 years together. One thousand and ninety five fucking days between him and this old dorky man.

It's insane. Downright impossible to believe but Colson knows it's as real and true as the 2 year sobriety chip he's got hung around his neck on the gold chain Marshall gifted him with it this morning.

Both their relationship and his sobriety are as intertwined as their lives are now. Marshall's like the glue that holds all of his pieces together. Picking Colson back up, time and time again whenever he shattered in the beginning and filling in the gaps with his own loose pieces until it was Colson's turn to do the same. Which, by then, it only made sense to combine their puzzles and broaden the picture.

Now Marshall swoops in for Casie's PTA meetings he can’t make during tour. Holding the phone and helping him FaceTime for soccer games and school conferences when flight delays or bad luck keeps him late.

Colson tags along to Whitney's first few dates out in LA, weaving through the public spaces Marshall never could without drawing attention just to make sure she's safe and respected.

They tag team any situation involving the girls, even though Alaina and Hailey both still snicker at him from time to time, and Casie rolls her eyes at Marshall's rules. They're more than just dating now.

They're family.

And even just thinking about that brings tears to Colson's eyes.

Or maybe it's the onions. Baze said chewing gum helped mitigate this fucking problem but goddammit does it burn-

"Fuck!"

He has no idea how he got it in his mind that he could actually cook a meal, let alone a full anniversary dinner for Marshall but here he is. A pot and pan already cooking on the stove and his fingers knicked a dozen times in his rush to cut up more veggies for the sauce. 

It's insane.

But Colson's following through with it anyway, because he fucking loves Marshall and that bastard cooks dinner for them every single holiday or occasion so it's about time he stepped up to the plate and did it himself. 

Plus he's been secretly practicing for weeks with Baze over both FaceTime and a few in person lessons. Perfecting his simmering styles and meat seasoning to make the tastiest meal he can manage all on his own.

So far the last three times he's made the dish his bassist had given stellar reviews so there's little chance he'll somehow fuck it up tonight knowing it's for Marshall…..at least, he hopes.

The minor setbacks his butchered fingers have brought aside though, so far everything was coming along perfectly. His noodles are boiling (never over the rim, thank you wooden spoon trick), his meats marinating, and as soon as he tosses these sliced onions in his sauce will be cooking down beautifully.

All in all the night is starting to look like it just might be perfect.

Until 6 o'clock passes by and Colson's ears never pick up the click of the front door knob, or the hum of Marshall's escalade pulling up front outside.

The food's still simmering, minutes away from being actually done so he doesn't worry too much. Sure he was hoping to have a sweet moment where his boyfriend comes home and catches him cooking at the stove like a traditional housewife, but seeing his face when the food's done and plated promises to be just as cute.

Besides, Marshall has always fit the housewife role so much better than him anyway. Even the apron Colson's wearing is one of the older rapper's, stolen from his small collection in the pantry to protect his designer sweater.

Colson doesn't start to worry at 6. Traffic can be a bitch.

7 though? And then 7:30 when his texts go unread and his calls ring all the way through to voice-mail? That's when the blonde starts to fret. 

He's luckily put off plating because some brief flash on uncertainty had run through him after the food finished so it's stayed warm and simmering on the stove. But even that had to come to an end before 7:30 because his sauce would singe or his noodles might squish, so now Colson's trying to keep busy by perfecting the presentation. Shaky fingers swiping around the edges of Marshall's plate to clean up a splatter of sauce. Every Chopped Judge rambling off feedback in his head until he has it looking like something he's certain even Gordon fucking Ramsey would ask for a bite of.

By 8 the dinner table is set. His plate, Marshall's, the bucket of low alcoholic wine they both love chilling as a centerpiece. Colson even lights a few candles and adds some flowers from this mornings gift exchanges to keep himself from screaming.

There's a pit in his stomach that's steadily been growing though. Every passing minute and glance to his phone where he finds no change only carving it deeper. 

Marshall should be home. He never runs this late at the studio without a call, let alone without a message. He's treated his work like any other 9-5 job since before they ever even got together, always strict about his routine and careful to make up for over run hours by leaving earlier the next day. Usually Colson likes to bust his balls and insist he live a little more spontaneously but tonight isn't the one to pull that.

Especially not if it means Marshall's going to completely forget to check his fucking phone and leave him trying not to think the worst.

Colson only males it another 5 minutes before he caves and texts Paul. Fingers tapping fast across his screen to draft multiple desperate sounding messages before he finally settles on a "Em bust his phone again?" That feels just casual enough to not embarrass him in the off chance Marshall decides to burst through the front door seconds after it sends.

The door stays closed though and Paul doesn't open the message at all. 

Now Colson can't even start passive aggressively eating dinner on his own if he wanted too. The pit in his stomach has torn itself open wide into a nauseous chasm. Every scary possibility he wanted to avoid thinking about spilling forth from the dark trench like ghouls.

He's dead. Some crazy fan broke into the studio and shot the whole place up. No one's gotten around to tell him yet, that's all. They're too busy dealing with the fallout.

No, Em's security is beyond top tier, and with how close Colson and his current bodyguard are he knows the guy would call him immediately. Marshall's fine.

Unless… what if he was in a car accident? Or some road rage incident gone fatal? Colson's seen Marshall's short temper flare up while driving. They've made dozens of jokes about it in the past, so is it really that unreasonable to believe?

Colson's pacing in the front haul when he calls Porter. Phone tucked between his ear and shoulder while he fights his shoe laces, heart racing in his chest. Prepping to fly out of the house the second Denaun tells him what fucking hospital Marshall's staying in, praying it's at the ICU section and not some fucking morgue.

"Kelly?" The older man sounds confused when he finally answers. Voice high and tone light like he's expecting this to be a butt dial. "What's up man?"

The lack of rush or worry in Denaun's voice almost soothes Colson's panic right on the spot. Surely he wouldn't sound so casual if something had happened. 

It's enough to keep Colson from immediately pleading for Marshall's safety at the least. "H-hey, uh nothing really-" Maybe Marshall is even with him right now, realizing how fucking late its gotten and how shit of a boyfriend he's been and that's why Denaun sounds awkward too. "Just uh, waiting for Marsh to get his slow ass home ya know? Sorry, aheh, I'm probably sounding like a fucking needy girlfriend right now, calling his friends and shit-" the longer Colson rambles the more embarrassed he actually feels in the moment.

God he must sound pathetic right now. Panicking over Marshall being a few hours late.

"Waiting? Didn't Marshall head out like 2 hours ago?"

"W-what?"

Colson's blood feels like actual ice in his veins.

"He isn't home? I mean, I know he was gonna stop at- fuck is it already half past 8? Marshall seriously isn't home?" Denaun's sudden panic only heightens Colson's own, but he can't get any more words to come out. Not with how a rock feels like it's jumped up his throat. "Shit, Ryan are you getting through to him? Try Paul-"

Ryan's there too? 

"What? Paul's gotta fucking answer-"

They can't get ahold of Paul either?

"Kelly have you-"

Marshall's missing. Colson's been standing around making dinner for hours, worrying over the portion sizes and appearance of his plates and Marshall's been fucking missing. What kind of partner is he? What will he even tell Hailey? Alaina? And fuck Casie is supposed to be coming up this weekend so they can all go vacation together before his next tour-

The front door bumping into his shoe startles Colson out of his frozen panic. Denaun's angry shouting dropping from his ear, as he twists and meets a pair of sheepish blue eyes peeking around the hardwood.

"Hey." 

Marshall's…..

"Is that my apron?"

So fucking dead.

"Is this your--" Colson's fingers are curling around the edge of the door so fast he doesn't even care that it makes his phone fly to the floor. "That's what you want to fucking say to me!?" His anger is boiling fast, replacing the cold in his veins with lava. "You fucking piece of-"

Marshall stumbling inside with the yanked door is expected, but the flash of bandages and a sling douse Colson's flames like a bucket of water. "Ow, fuck just give me a second to explain-"

He's hurt.

Now with all of Marshall visible Colson's hyperaware of dry blood splattered on his white graphic tee and scratches partially hidden within the rapper's beard along his cheek. "I got in an accident out on the M-8, it was minor but-"

Colson really can't handle all these rapid mood switches Marshall is putting him through today.

“You fucking idiot-“ Tears are bubbling up in his eyes and it’s like his hands can’t reach his partner fast enough. Pulling Marshall into his arms for a tight hug despite the pained noises his actions inspire. “Stupid, old asshole-“ Marshall’s hurt, the cars probably wrecked, but he’s home and that’s enough of a relief to finally smother that pit weighing down his stomach. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!”

A moment passes before he’s hugged back, shock more than likely freezing his partner up but when Marshall does loop his good arm around Colson he pulls him close. So close Colson is the one who’s bones feel like they might ache. “Can’t make any promises about that,” The older rapper’s palm feels warm when it climbs to cup his neck, Marshall’s face turning to press a kiss into Colson’s throat. 

That brush of lips is the final crack to release the flood gates.

"I love you."

"I know."

"I really really fucking love you."

"I know baby."

"I don't care how old your ass is, you better hold out and fucking die after me like a proper goddamn boyfriend, you hear me Marshall?" He's getting snot all over the older rapper's shirt. Full on smearing it across his own cheek and the fabric with every pointless rub of his face. "I love you so fucking much. Can't do this without you."

"Told you I'm not dying after you unless you kill me first, and I'm chasing you into the afterlife once you do go too. Fuck all the marriage shit, death ain't parting us either you brat." Marshall's tone is light and his palm is doing wonders to comfort him by rubbing circles into his back. It's enough to slow his hiccupped breathing down a few notches. "I dunno if you noticed but, I'm a little obsessed with you."

That drags out a wet snort. "Y-yeah?" When Colson pulls back to meet Marshall's eyes he swears he can see a wet shimmer starting to glaze over his partner’s as well. "Prove it then."

There's a flicker of something in blue eyes, so fast that Colson almost thinks he hallucinates the emotion altogether. But then Marshall's wrapped up arm wiggles between their bodies. The dark blue of the sling catching and sliding so his scratched up fist can shimmy its way partially out. "Planned on it-" There's something clutched tight there, black peeking out from between Marshall's finger and thumb. It's got Colson's heart dropping down into his stomach all over again. "What do you think I was driving so late on the M-8 for?"

"Marshall-" It can't be.

"Colson." But his shithead of an accident victim boyfriend is pulling back, both his good arm and slung arm awkwardly flailing in the air for a moment as he drops down on one knee. The visible wince not hidden as well as Colson imagines the man wants it to be. But Marshall's eyes are softening, and the blonde feels completely cemented in place. The only part of him moving being the uncontrollable shaky quiver of his bottom lip. "I had a whole moment planned, there were flowers, balloons, and those stupidly expensive alcoholic chocolates you love, but they all got absolutely trashed in the crash. Like, half of Detroit is probably going to think the Macies Thanksgiving parade started early. Paul called to have it all replaced, and honestly some intern is probably going to come banging on the door in about 20 minutes but I don't want to wait-" There's a flash of genuine worry that's furrowing the skin between Marshall's brows as he continues. "So I'm sorry this isn't gonna be that fancy perfect proposal you've always dreamed of-"

"Shut up." Colson's voice can't go above a whisper. His tone quick and clipped from how anxious he is to hear the man finally finish. "Just- shut up, ask me. Ask me Marsh, please-"

"Fine, always need to rush me."The rapper's lip quirks at the corners. Hands transferring the small box between eachother with a bit of fumbling. "Will you, Colson Baker-" Until Marshall can finally get it open with an audible clunk. "Legally commit to being with my annoying old ass forever?" 

[teechew]

Sorry for the inactivity. We finally found a place to move to and it’s (finally) time to finish emptying the house - I just finished the basement and barn side ! and I’m sure there is still a LOT of thing to throw away in the house itself... I’ll probably be silent one more month, the time to move and to reinstall everything...