#I’m done feeling bad about buying my little treats

[willgrahamscock]

[erwinsvow]

“yeah, you want that one?” rafe asks you, while you browse through the dresses on the rack. the one you’ve picked out to show him is yellow gingham, with skinny straps and a bow on the neckline. you hold the dress to your chest, looking down to see where it’ll end on you. “i’ll get it for you.”

“hm…” you consider the idea for a moment, holding the dress out again to get a better look. “i don’t know. it’s pretty short.”

“since when is that a bad thing?” rafe moves his arm against the rack, manhandling the hanger from your hand and holding it against you himself. “think it’s perfect.” you laugh at your boyfriend’s antics.

“there has to be a reason to wear it, rafe. i don’t have any right now.”

“we’ll go to dinner. there’s your reason.”

“i have other dresses,” you decide finally, putting it back between the others.

“c’mon, just let me get it for you.” he follows you while you walk away and wander towards the jewelry section of the store. you look down at sparkling silver and shimmery gold, while rafe joins you and leans against the glass counter. “you want jewelry instead? that’s fine.”

“no, i’m just looking,” you insist again. “it’s called window shopping. ever heard of it? 

there’s pretty things in the case, a silver bracelet with little blue stones that particularly catches your eye since blue is your new favorite color, but you don’t really want anything, and you really don’t want rafe to buy it for you.

“no. just pick somethin’ out. my treat.” you glance up at rafe.

“for what? i haven’t done anything.” he laughs to himself, not necessarily at you, more because of you.

“i don’t need a reason.” he makes you flush, so you walk away again, this time to the shoes. you hold a pair of brown sandals in your hand, flipping them over to see the size.

“you already treated me, remember? you paid for lunch.” rafe grabs the shoes out of your hands too.

“that’s a meal, not a treat. want these?” he looks down at you, not even sparing a glance to the price tag. “c’mon.” you grab his wrist as fast as you can.

“no! no. i have some just like these. it’ll be a waste, i’ll never wear them.”

“are you bein’ serious or are you just sayin’ that?” damn it. you are just saying it, since you don’t want rafe spending his money on you. you lie to cover your tracks.

“serious. i’d never lie to you.”

you wrestle the shoes out of his hand, settling them back on the shelf. 

“fine. c’mon, we can go somewhere else.” you finally let him buy you an ice cream cone just so he’ll stop offering.

you try to explain to rafe that the reason you want to walk around is to look around and spend time with him, not to really buy things, but he’s hard to convince. 

rafe thinks you need to stop being so worried about what everyone will think. you’re still bad at it, trying to ignore that part of you that murmurs in your ear that people will judge you for all these nice, new things rafe wants to buy you. you think people will say you’re dating him for the money, but worse than that, you think people will say bad things about rafe, about his choice in dating you, if you ever make him buy you more than dinner or ice cream.

your hesitancy gets the best of you, and even though you’ve always had some nice things, being pampered by rafe feels inherently wrong, like you should at least make sure he knows he doesn’t need to buy you anything. lost in your own thoughts, you’ve rejected his offers countless times, and the only new, expensive thing he’s gotten you since you started dating is the R necklace you wear everyday. 

you think you’re good at hiding it, but you’re not. rafe sees right through you, and he knows what he’s going to do about it. 

later that week, rafe drops you off at home in the morning after you slept over. you still think he hates driving in the cut—as much as he denies it—but he refuses to let you bike back and forth to tannyhill. 

“i’ll pick you up for dinner.” he says, leaning across you to open the passenger side door. you flush like you always do, partly because he’s not asking, he’s telling.

you nod, and then wave bye from the window. he waits until you get inside to drive away, which makes you want to go scream into your pillow. you head into your room to do just that, but you’re greeted instead by bags and boxes littered across your bed.

you know what they are, even before you walk over on your wobbly knees and set aside the tissue paper, looking down with watery eyes all the things you had been admiring in the store the other day with rafe. you sit down next to them—the yellow dress, the pretty sandals, the glittery bracelet—and dial rafe’s number on your phone. you exhale shaky breaths while the line rings, but can’t hold back tears any longer when he answers.

“you didn’t have to do this,” you say quietly into the phone, biting your cheek. you try to blink away the new tears.

“do what?” you laugh, so rafe laughs too. 

“i…i feel bad when you buy me things.”

“i know. y’should stop that.”

“or you can stop first.”

“i’m never gonna stop.” you suck in a breath, heart thudding and feeling deliriously in love. “gonna come get you later. wear the new stuff, okay?”

“okay. i will.”

“that’s my girl.” you fall back and let your head hit the pillow.

[enhaheeseung]

Come back to me - L.HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: cursing, crying, angst, divorce, alcohol.

WC: 3,720k

Part two

Heeseung was sat on the floor until morning, your wedding ring still in hand, while he blankly stared out the window, every event of the last eight months playing through his head.

He doesn’t know when it exactly happened, but he for sure knew why it happened.

The first night he went out with his co-workers, it was just for one simple drink, nothing more. He thought some company outside of work might be nice, so when he was invited to the bar downtown, he went.

You’d think, being a mature and married man, he wouldn’t be so easily influenced, but one drink after the other, and he started loosening up a bit, and after his co-workers made one too many dodgy comments about their wives, he decided to join in at first it was just a simple complaint about you “nagging” him about not putting his belongings away but the longer the conversation went on the more in-depth it got Jake would talk about his wife in more than unsavory ways which initially made heeseung uncomfortable, but since he wanted to hang with the new friend group, of course, he had to one-up then telling the guys about every little detail that “bothered” him even though he didn’t really feel that way he just said those things to fit in but the more he went to the bar after work the more those things suddenly became true instead of being repulsed by jays complaints about his wife he got used to it even laughing about it and adding in his own stories here and there.

Needless to say, when he came home from the bar, so did his attitude, and that’s when the change happened. He felt so stupid for trying to fit in where he didn’t. He feels like a complete jerk for treating you like you were less than human, and he wishes he could go back to the days when he wasn’t treating you like garbage.

At least Jay and Jake still communicated with their wives, and at least they were still happily married, but heeseung just had to take it a step further, and instead of it becoming nightly complaints at the bar, he took it home and just kept going and going until he was where he is at right now on the floor crying his eyes out cause he wanted to fit in, cause he wanted something new to talk about at the bar something that would get a laugh out of his friends and now thinking back on it he felt so stupid cause he gave up the love of his life just for a few chuckles and drinks after work.

The alarm clock going off is what finally broke him out of his heartbroken daze. He sniffles softly, eyes burning from staying up and crying all night.

He used every last ounce of strength in his legs to get up and turn off the alarm.

He didn’t even bother cleaning up before work. He went in, hair messy, eyes puffy, and suit wrinkled.

The day was a complete blur. Everything he did was almost robotic. There wasn’t any other thought in his mind besides you all day, just you, only you.

“You look like shit” Jake chuckles at his friend's crappy-looking appearance.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, glaring at Jake with eyes that could kill.

“Woah, man, my bad!” He pats heeseung’s shoulder. “Anyways you up for a round of drinks tonight? I’m buying.”

Heeseung thought about it for a moment and ultimately decided drinks would be the best thing for him. He wanted to get so fucking drunk that he’d black out cause maybe that way he’d see you in his dreams, and maybe in his dreams, you would both still be together. “Sure.” he shuts his eyes tightly, breathing a shaky sigh while he tries to appear to be okay.

“You sure dude? We can always cancel.” heeseung shakes his head back and forth.

“I’m good.” he tries his hardest to smile, but his lips don’t even begin to curve up. If anything, his frown deepens.

“Whatever you say, hee see you tonight,” Jake shrugs, going back to his cubicle to get some work done.

-

“You sure you good?” Jake asks.

“Just,” heeseung sighs deeply. “Just my wife, we’re not on good terms right now.” he knew that you guys were on more than just bad terms. Hell, you were divorcing him, but he was in denial cause, in his mind, you were both gonna buy a house, have kids, and grow old together, not get divorced after just a couple years of marriage.

“That’s a good thing, my friend,” Jay replies, thinking it’s just the same old same old.

“Not this time. I uhh, I don’t know..” he rubs his temples, a lump forming in his throat as he downed a shot.

“What is it? You can tell us your secrets are safe with us. You know that.” Jake nods, understanding the situation is a bit different than all the other times they gathered to talk about their significant other.

“Fuck” heeseung drops his head low, avoiding eye contact so they wouldn’t notice his bloodshot eyes and broken features. “She wants a divorce,” he whispers shakily as he buries his head into his arms.

Jay and Jake exchange shocked glances at each other, trying to find the right words to say to the shocking news. “I’m sorry, why so suddenly? I know you both had your little scuffles here and there, but not enough for a divorce,” Jake reasons.

“It’s not sudden.” heeseung lifts his head up, face red with snot running from his nose and tears leaking from his puffy eyes. “I fucked up” he hits his head against his palm, repeatedly beating himself up for ruining what used to be the perfect marriage. “I’ve been fucking up.”

“Woah, hey hey,” Jay grabs his wrists stopping him from hitting himself anymore. “I’m sure she was just upset. Maybe go home and talk things out with her.”

“I can’t,” he chokes out. “S-she’s gone, guys, she’s gone, and I-i- I don’t know what to do. I miss her, and I love her so much I can’t lose her.” he breaks down like a newborn baby, crying in front of his co-workers and every person in the bar without a care in the world.

“I think we should call it a night. I’ll drive you home, and we’ll pick up your car before work in the morning,” Jake consoles as he gets up from the table, and Jay follows soon after.

“O-okay, sorry f-for ruining the evening,” heeseung hiccuped, all the shots finally making their way to his system before he left. He takes the whole bottle off the table and throws down however much money he has left in his pocket.

“Hey, it’s no problem,” Jay assures.

Once they make it outside, Jay assists Jake as they move heeseung to the passenger seat, buckling him in.

The whole ride home, heeseung was a complete mess, crying hysterically. Jake was almost scared that he might pass out from crying so hard, so he stepped on the gas to get his friend home sooner.

“Y/n, please come back to me,” he mumbled, halfway asleep, tears staining his cheeks as Jake pulled into the driveway.

“Come on, big guy.” Jay had gone his separate ways, and now carrying heeseung up to his house was like carrying dead weight with how intoxicated he was from drinking the whole ride there. “Here you go,” Jake whispers after laying him down on his bed. “Get some rest. See you at work tomorrow.” Jake smiled sadly. Sure, they all had their little nights out of talking about their wives, but he knew deep down heeseung still loved you, and to see him like this wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with in the world, and Jake made a mental note to stop saying such negative things about his wife, and when he went home, he was going to shower her in love before he wound up in a situation like heeseung.

-

“Hey, mama’s.” it was currently the next morning, and heeseung was on his lunch break, finally somewhat over his hangover as he talked to your mom on the phone.

“Heeseung? Oh, hello sweetheart, it’s so nice to hear your voice,” he smiles, feeling the same way it’s been a while since he visited your parents.

“You too, it’s been some time,” she hums in agreement.

“It sure has” heeseung feels his heart drop cause if it wasn’t for him being a total fucking dick, he would have made it to last year's Thanksgiving dinner, but no, because you and him got into a fight prior, and he wasn’t man enough to apologize so he let you go to sleep angry at him, and the next day you were already out of town by the time he woke.

He swallows down the lump in his throat and makes a promise that he doesn’t even know if he could keep given his relationship status with you right now. “I’ll come over soon, I promise.”

“That would be lovely. My husband has been wanting to catch up with you, too.”

“Has he? I’ll for sure come soon, okay mama’s? Hey, could I ask you a question?” He bites on his lip nervously as he checks his watch to see how much time he has left on break.

“Of course, my dear,” she says sweetly.

“So me and y/n had a little fight the other day, and she left, so I’m assuming she came to stay with you?” He knows how bad it sounds that he didn’t even know his own wife's whereabouts, but at this point, he didn’t have much time to beat around the bush.

“Yes,” she sighs, remembering your hurt, tear-stained face as she walks in. “Yes, she did.” heeseung was half sad, half happy, sad because you were gone, and happy because at least you were somewhere safe and his heart could be put to ease. “Only for a while, though, then she went to sunghoons house so she wouldn’t be a nuisance. I told her she could stay until you guys worked things out, but she decided it would be best to leave, so I let her.”

Anything that came after the name sunghoon heeseung had nearly tuned all the way out because why were you over there? Why did you go to another man when he was at home waiting for you?

Before he could think of anything else that made his blood boil, his timer on his watch went off, indicating his break was over. “Ok, thank you so much, mama’s. My lunch is up so I have to go now, but I’ll see you soon. Tell pop’s I said hi.”

“Will do, oh, I can’t wait to see you! Have a good shift, my sweet boy, and keep me updated on you and y/n. She didn’t wanna tell me anything, but I’m hoping you two will figure this out. I’m sure it’s all just a misunderstanding.”

“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll talk things out. We always do,” he says bye one last time and hangs up the phone once the conversation is concluded.

-

“That’s everything,” Sunghoon, one of your old friends, says as he helps you put up the final touches in your new room, aka his spare room.

“Thank you so much for everything,” you thanked him sincerely. You don’t know where you’d be without him right now.

“It’s no problem. You know I have your back since we were little.” he pulls you into a side hug, messing up your hair like he used to do when you were kids before releasing you from his tough grip.

“Hoon,” you grumbled, and he just laughed at your pouty face.

“Get some sleep, yeah? You look exhausted,” he pouted. He knew you were going through it right now. The day you came to him with suitcases and red puffy eyes, he already knew what happened, but when he grew to know the details, oh, how he wanted to rip heeseung’s dick off and shove it down his own throat before punching him to a pulp maybe that was extreme but he was fucking furious at your husband the heeseung he saw at your guys wedding would have never done some bullshit like that so what the fuck has changed?

“You’re right.” you nod, a half smile making its way to your lips.

“Goodnight, y/n. Hope you feel better soon,” he pats your back softly. “I’ll be at work early in the morning, so sleep in, and then later, maybe we can go out and get some groceries or something.”

“Yeah,” you say, barely above a whisper. “Night hoon.” You closed the door once he left and laid down on your mattress or the mattress that Sunghoon bought you. You were so grateful for a friend like him.

You didn’t want to burden your parents even though they would have happily let you stay.

You just felt like in your state and conditioned, it’d be hard to let them see you so broken it was hard to come to Sunghoon in your state as well, but it was less of a blow than seeing your mother's worried face every single morning.

You couldn’t even tell her exactly what happened between you and heeseung because you knew it’d break her poor old heart knowing that her son-in-law turned out to be the biggest piece of shit on the planet.

You simply told her you guys needed a bit of a break, and that was all. How could you tell her about heeseung’s reckless behavior? How could you tell her he’d been neglecting you? How could you tell her that you two were getting a divorce?

That would be a bridge that you’d maybe be able to cross after the fact of finalizing everything, but right now, you couldn’t deliver a gut-wrenching blow like that, especially cause your parents thought heeseung was perfect for you.

Sighing to yourself, you turn off the lights, struggling to go to sleep without your husband or ex-husband holding you close to his chest. The bed felt so cold and empty without him, but that would just have to become a thing of the past because the reality is he was not and was never going to be again.

The thought broke you into tiny little pieces, but what could you do? You were just a victim of another abusive marriage that ended in divorce because your husband didn’t care, and he loved going to the bar and his friends more than he loved you.

It was a hard pill to swallow and a tough reality check, but nevertheless, it was your life.

-

Heeseung clears his throat for the thousandth time while he stands outside of sunghoons door.

The amount of days it took to build up the courage to finally come to see you was embarrassing for him, but he finally stopped being a coward and came to apologize, and hopefully, at the end of it, you’d be coming back home with him so you could both happily sleep in the same bed again.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for the past few months. I just ugh.” he shook his head, not liking the way what he prepared was sounding out loud. “Y/n, I know I hurt you- fuck” he shook off his nerves a little bit, but not even that worked. “Y/n-“ he couldn’t even say your name out loud without feeling like he was going to cry. He missed you so much. The house was unbearably quiet. Your scent had disappeared days ago even though he hadn’t washed the bedsheets or your pillowcase since you left, and the hardest part was not being able to feel you cuddling up to him in the chilly mornings. It was so cold without you, so empty. His life felt meaningless without you there, and on top of all that, everything was his fault from start to finish. He made his bed. He knew that much, but he prayed he wouldn’t have to lay in it.

He pushed all his previous apology rehearsals behind him. He was going to just tell you how he felt even if his brain was scattered and his thoughts weren’t put together. He was going to give you his real raw emotion because that’s what you deserved, and it’s the least he could give you.

He took a deep breath before knocking on your door, or your friend's door, and the name Sunghoon almost made him roll his eyes, not cause he was a bad guy. No, sunghoon was a fucking great guy, and that’s what bothers heeseung. He was fucking jealous cause his little y/n was with another man that had him beat in every department by miles. He wasn’t one to compare, but it’s hard not to notice those things when he treated you the way he did heeseung turned into a piece shit, and he knew it, but what didn’t help the fact was that he knew Sunghoon could treat you better and that’s what he was scared of heeseung knew it was selfish but he wanted you for himself even if you were better off with someone one else.

When the door opened and revealed a very handsome, tall Sunghoon, Heeseung immediately shrunk back. He felt so small and insignificant, especially with the cold glare coming from sunghoons eyes. “Y/n’s not here,” he says without a single hello which hurt heeseung like heck 'cause they used to be pretty damn close, but apparently, he managed to fuck that up too.

“O-oh,” he gulped, eyes trained on his feet. “W-when wi-will” he was so nervous he could barely even breathe, let alone form a proper sentence.

“Don’t know, is there anything else you need? I’m busy.” heeseung looked up, finally meeting sunghoons gaze.

“Could I maybe t-talk to you? I’m sure y/n already told you, but-“Sunghoon opened the door fully, and heeseung entered the home looking like a dejected little boy.

Sunghoon led him to his room just in case you came home soon. He didn’t want you seeing heeseung there in case it made you uncomfortable.

“Your place is nice.” heeseung took a seat on the chair by his desk, the roses he bought for you still clutched tightly in his sweaty palm.

“Thanks,” Sunghoon mutters and takes a seat on his bed, angry but still interested in the other side of the story cause he wants to know what turned heeseung into the man you told him about.

“First, I’m sorry for hurting y/n. I know she’s your best friend, and I know this is probably just as hard for you as her,” he sighed, lowering his head in shame, but he couldn’t be a coward now, so he picked his head up staring at sunghoon with the most intense gaze he could muster. “There’s no excuse for the way I treated her these past months. I’m just a terrible fucking person,” he chuckles pathetically at himself. “I did stupid things, and saying it out loud sounds so fucking ridiculous, but I got around the wrong crowd, and what was supposed to be jokes about our annoying wives soon turned into my reality, going to the bar and hanging out with other married men you know letting the steam off or so I thought” he taps his leg a nervous habit that never seemed to go away until he met you, but he sees it’s making a little comeback. “Only that same attitude followed me home, and next thing you know, we’re getting into fights, not talking for days on end, but that didn’t stop me. It just gave me more shit to talk about the next day at the bar, and apparently, a few laughs and drinks were better than my own wife” he doesn’t even know when he started crying, but he did, and he didn’t even try to hide it. “At the end of the day, I was always sorry, but I never told her that,” he sniffles. “I love her. That woman is my life, and if she’d give me just one more chance, I’d never fuck it up ever agai-“

Heeseung looked like he had just seen a ghost. sunghoon was waiting for him to continue, but he never did. The sight of your sleepwear on your friend's bed was enough to leave him speechless he felt anger, jealousy hurt sadness all at once, but he couldn’t blame anyone but himself, and now he felt so fucking stupid for thinking he even had a chance with you again he sat there like a fool up all night thinking of words to say to you to show you he still loved you meanwhile you had already moved on and were making love to another man.

He smiles at Sunghoon softly despite his heart being shattered. “Here, give these to her. These are her absolute favorite.” he pats Sunghoon on his shoulder while the younger man just stares at him, bewildered by his sudden change in demeanor.

Heeseung felt horrible now, but knowing you were with somebody better made his heart feel at ease. sunghoon was a great man. heeseung knew you’d be safe, loved, and happy with your childhood best friend, and that made him happy even if he wasn’t the man behind all your laughs and beautiful smiles. “Protect that woman with your life, and don’t ever take her for granted.”

Heeseung let himself out in a matter of seconds, the air finally circulating in his lungs the moment he stepped outside on the porch.

He took a deep, shaky breath before the tears started to fall, yet again, he quickly got inside his car and drove home.

Once he made it safely, he went straight to the bedroom to willingly put his signature on the divorce papers. He was happy you wouldn’t have to be tied to someone like him anymore cause you deserve so much more.

A few tear drops fell, wetting the papers, but he had already signed and made his decision with the understanding that you’d never come back to him.

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[cal-flakes]

Completely obsessed with dealer!rafe. 😍

Can we please have him take his angel on a shopping spree. Like he buys her anything she wants, from food to designer jewellery. Anything to see the smile on her face.

okay so i love this.

╰┈➤ shopping spree with dealer!rafe

warnings: a tad nsfw if you look closely.

summary: rafe treats his princess to anything she wants for the day.

the sound of silverware scraping against dishes filled the restaurant while y/n twirled the pasta around her fork. she huffed slightly, hoping it would go unnoticed. it didn’t.

“angel, don’t worry if you can’t finish it, if you’re full you’re full..” he soothed, reaching across the table to stroke her hand.

“but i feel bad, it’s super expensive!” she whined, guilt ridden. y/n always felt bad spending rafe’s money, despite him having too much for his own good. “shh, i told you today was all about you, i don’t care about the money..”

after a bit of back and forth, rafe settled the bill before leaving the restaurant.

“okay princess, where do you wanna go?” he asked, gesturing towards the open street, filled with stores.

her face twisted in thought, stroking her chin amusingly. “ooh! bookstore!” she squealed, throwing her hands in the air excitedly.

he wiped a hand over his face as he chuckled, grinning at her childlike behaviour.

“books? i’m offering to buy you anything you could possibly want, and you want books?” he laughed, exasperated.

she frowned slightly. “i mean, yeah! you just bought me new shelves, i need to fill them?” she spoke, as if he should’ve known. “okay, okay..whatever you want baby..”

interlocking her hand in his, she pulled him through the bustling crowds of people and turned down a little side street.

she beamed up at him as he grimaced at the tatty old store they’d stopped in front of.

“baby, i love you but why would you wanna get old books from here? you don’t want me to get you brand new ones?” he suggested,

“rafe..second hand books are so much better!” she whined, smacking his chest lightly. he held his hands up in defeat before ushering her inside.

he sat patiently in the corner as she browsed the shop, trailing her dainty hands along the worn spines.

“hey baby, i gotta make a few phone calls, i’ll come and get you when you’re done..” he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. she nodded, turning back to the books.

thirty minutes passed, and she had read countless blurbs and descriptions before rafe returned.

“hey princess you done?” he asked, smirking as he slipped something into his back pocket. “almost! can you give me a hand with these please?” she groaned, struggling to carry the stack of books to the cashier.

he rushed to her side, shifting the weight of the books from her arms to his, lifting them as if they were a pile of feathers.

she leant into his chest as he handed the cash over to the lady, thanking him in a whisper.

after visiting a few more shops, they decided on taking a stroll along the docks, rafe followed her footsteps, arms clad with bags.

they stopped at a bench outside the island club, enjoying the sunshine for a minute.

“hey princess?” he turned, brushing some hairs out of her face. she responded with a hum, leaning into his touch. “i got you something..” he grinned, reaching for his pocket.

“what? why? you already spent so much..” she gasped as her brows furrowed.

he pulled out a white, rectangular box, lifting the lid tentatively.

her hand clamped over her mouth as she stared at the accessory, glistening under the sun.

“rafe?” she uttered, almost breathless. a tight lipped smile crossed his face as he glanced between her and the chain.

“it’s a necklace princess, it has my name engraved on it, so i’ll always be close..” he muttered sheepishly, the passionate display of affection almost unnerving him.

he was so deeply enamoured by her, every single day. he couldn’t get enough of her, and he certainly couldn’t buy her enough jewellery to properly display how much he adored her.

[rfxiii]

could I request hcs for franklin, trevor, and michael on how they would go about apologizing or making it up to you after they did something wrong (I feel like I'm not making sense lol 😆 but basically I'm asking how would they get back on your good side after messing up big time) if requests are close, I apologize!!

(This totally makes sense, no worries! And my requests are always open, so feel free to send an ask whenever you’d like- I’m just a little slow atm. Also, I’m sorry about the long wait, and I hope you like it ☺️)

Franklin, Trevor, and Michael making up with you after an argument:

Franklin Clinton:

Arguments with Franklin are fairly rare. He’s a pretty level headed, loyal partner. But, like every relationship, arguments do happen.

Despite being kind, loyal, and loving, Franklin is also stubborn. It can be the cause of several of your arguments. And can also lead to him refusing to admit he’s wrong right away.

But once he does realize he’s been wrong, and understands that he’s upset you, he’ll go to the ends of the earth to make it up to you.

He’ll come to you like a sad puppy- curling up beside and gently taking your hands in his. He’s had time to think about what went wrong, and what was done to start the argument to begin with. He wants to talk it over, wants to get to the root of the problem to make sure it never happens again. He’ll stay up all night talking with you, and apologizing, until he’s sure everything is resolved and that you’ve forgiven him.

He may buy you something small and sweet the day after the fight. A teddy bear or a bouquet of roses aren’t uncommon after the two of you have had a disagreement. And for a few days afterwards, he treats you especially gently. He hates hurting your feelings or making you mad. So, he wants to prove just how much he does love you. Even if you two do argue.

Trevor Philips:

Arguments with Trevor are fairly commonplace. He’s set in his insane ways, and always self assured that he’s right. He’s more apt to listen to reason when it comes to you. But his erratic, wild behavior, and bad, dangerous habits are normally the root of arguments between you two.

There are several ways things can go after you two argue. But more often than not, it’s a couple days of passive aggressive comments and the silent treatment, until he’s convinced that this is the fight that’s going to split you guys apart. And then comes the waterworks.

He comes, literally, crawling back to you on his hands and knees, sobbing and snot nosed as he begs you not to leave him. He’s usually fairly high when he breaks down like this, so talking to him is slightly difficult. But he babbles at you non stop- telling you how much he loves you, how sorry he is, how he’s “such a worthless shit”.

The true talking it out usually comes the next morning, or afternoon, depending on how fucked up he got. But after his tears dry up and he’s caught his breath from all the sobbing, his usual method of making up with you is desperate, clingy sex. He doesn’t have a very good grasp on such big emotions, so he shows them physically instead of verbally. And you can feel his love and remorse through every press of his lips and every touch of his rough, scarred hands.

Michael De Santa:

He has issues with loyalty and honesty. You knew that before you got with him. But it doesn’t make the arguments that ensure because of it any easier.

He’s stubborn, self assured, and hot headed. Getting Michael to admit he’s wrong is like pulling teeth. And getting him to apologize is harder than winning a one man war. Once you two start to fight, it can last for days. And because of his petty, passive aggressive attitude, he sometimes tends to make things twice as bad.

It’s almost never that you hear him actually say “I’m sorry”. But eventually, after a few days of fighting, he realizes he’s being a child and understands that he was wrong. Even if he won’t admit it. So, he shows it the best way he knows how. Through gifts.

You’ll come home to find expensive jewelry on your pillow, or a new outfit hung up for you in the closet. He’ll have your favorite dinner made, and he’ll buy the wine he knows you like the best. He won’t apologize to you. But over dinner, he’ll take your hand, tell you how beautiful you look, and say something like “Let’s not fight anymore, angel. You know I hate seeing you upset.”

You know he’s too prideful to apologize. So, usually it’s just easier to cut your losses and accept that, while he’ll never verbally apologize, this is his version of saying “I’m sorry”. You know he truly is apologetic, and you love him, so you both agree to let this go and move on. He’s a good man, he’s just a little emotionally immature at times.

[i520u]

invisible string ʚĭɞೃ⟡

HIII i’m so sorry this took me so long i just didn’t wanna be unemployed after i’m done with my series so i decided to keep this in the drafts for a while 😞 i hope you’ll like this!

PAIRING sung hanbin x gn!reader

GENRE fluff, sfw

MASTERLIST

hanbin is a responsible bf, so you can definitely let loose when you’re around him!

he will always makes you feel safe

when you go out on dates with him, he would always silently take your handbag off of your shoulder and carry them himself 😞

his nicknames for you are usually the common ones, baby, my baby, angel, and i think he’d most commonly use 내 사랑 (nae sarang/my love) because it’s so endearing to give your s/o a nickname in your own mother tongue am i right

but he prefers calling you by your name, bc he thinks your name is already pretty

constantly complimenting you

you get your work done and he’s like “good job baby” and then he’d kiss your cheek

you finish mopping the floors and he’s like “you worked so hard today my love, thank you”

the type of boyfriend that will give you legitimate answers to your “would you still love me if i was a worm?” questions

one time you asked him what he would do if you turned into a snail one day

and he told you he’d have to build you nice house where you would be comfortable living in

drives your around ALL the time

he would freak out if you offered him gas money because he really doesn’t mind spending his time, energy, and money with you :(

if you gave him a $10 cash he would applepay you $15

i think hanbin is a great cook, so eating out is very rare for you both because he’s always cooking up a meal for the both of you

if you don’t like a certain taste (sour, salty, sweet, etc) he’d make sure to alter the recipe a little so you’d both be able to enjoy the meal together

hanbin would be cutting up some vegetables, and then you’d come up to him and ask for a kiss, and he would gladly give you a quick kiss before resuming with the meal prep

conflicts with him rarely ever happens

he’s so good at communicating, and he’s just so gentle there’s really nothing to be mad about with him

he trusts you, and he feels secure in the relationship so he never really asks you about your whereabouts. you’re free to hangout with anyone!

all of your friends loves hanbin. he treats you so well, and he’s so polite and can mix around with them, so he’s practically in your friend group too

when you DO get into fights with hanbin, the fight never lasts longer than 2 days. he either apologises first if he realised that he’s in the wrong, or he’ll talk to you and explain why he felt like he was wronged

plus, even when the two of you are fighting, he’d still cook you a good dinner, and you’d still help him clean up all the things he used to make the meal 😭

also on nights where you both had heated arguments, if the situation was okay, he would still wrap his arms around you while you sleep

hanbin never go all out for anniversaries though

rather than fancy dinner date or a big gesture to show his love, it’s more domestic and meaningful

hanbin prefers celebrating your anniversaries together with things like giving you a photobook of all the moments that you’ve spent together

of course he’d buy you a gift too, but his main idea of anniversaries are more domestic

one time he rearranged your house and made a candlelight dinner all by himself for your anniversary, candles, silk tablecloth, fancy steak, he did that all by himself

whenever you get sick, he’d feel bad leaving you alone while he goes to work but duty calls!!!

he would make you text him and update him every 3 hours so that he knows you’re eating well and taking your medicines on time

when HE’S sick he tells you not to worry about him and then he would get flustered when he finds out that you cooked him some healthy soupy foods for him to eat

he thinks you’re so cute when you’re worried over him getting a stupid little cold

when he gets better he would give you so many kisses and cooing at how cute you were when you were taking care of him

honestly he’s always kissing you somewhere, or you’re always kissing him somewhere, it doesn’t matter. he loves kisses

when you say something funny he would laugh and then bring your hand to his lips for no reason?? when you ask him why he’s just like “you’re so funny i just had to kiss you”

when you’re showing him the new top you just bought and then he would just pull you in to kiss the top of your head bc why not

when you kiss him first his ears will go red

he would even be like “why’d you do that”

when you say you just wanted to kiss him he’d giggle and would call you adorable

“my partner is so adorable today, i wonder what’s got into them?”

[thecuriousquest]

Can I ask for another mha character (of your choice) with mouth washing punishment? I’ve never seen someone write it aswell as you! And how are u at the moment?? ❤️ x

Dirty Mouth

Platonic Yandere Dad Bakugou x Teen Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, mouth washing with soap, threats of punishments, mentioning of spanking with a switch

Author’s Note: Aw, stop it, you little rascal. You’re making me blush. 😊 I’m doing great over on the East Coast. I hope you’re doing well, and much love to you! 🖤🤘

Checkout my Master List here.

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Your “dad”, as he forces you to call him, is busy cooking dinner in the kitchen behind you. You hear him talking about you on the phone to Kirishima, how he’s gushing about your test scores and your good behavior. You’re absolutely fucking sick of it.

Of course you’ve been good! What other choice do you have? It’s either that or be punished by one of the greatest pros in Japan. It makes you sick to your stomach thinking about how he made you cut a switch in the backyard the last time your attitude was “bitchy” as he so graciously put it.

Bakugou brings the conversation to an end, sticking a bowl of ramen in front of you. You have to hand it to the man, he can cook up a storm. However, you’d rather buy the ramen from somewhere than have it given to you by the hand of your captor.

“Thanks,” you tell the blonde while looking at the bowl in front of you.

Fuck, it smells so good, yet you hesitate to dig into the warm deliciousness.

He gruffly sits down at the head of the table before snapping apart a pair of chopsticks. He begins eating.

Katsuki looks at you with a glare when he realizes you haven’t even started.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t sound happy.

“Did you put something in it?”

He shrugs as if it’s normal to put something in your kid’s food. “Just something to help relax you. You’ve been on edge ever since you got here.”

“I’ve been on edge? I’VE BEEN ON EDGE? Are you shitting me right now? You’re the one who stole me!”

“I didn’t fucking steal you, and don’t talk to me like that! You were at the police station, and I offered them to take you home so that you wouldn’t end up in a fucking orphanage, so lower your goddamn voice and quit acting like I’m some villain!”

“You are a fucking villain! You put drugs in my food to make me fall asleep, and you force me to do homeschooling, and-”

You rack your brain for more things he’s done to you since you’ve been here, but your “dad” cuts you off.

“Yeah, I’m the bad guy for making sure you don’t turn into an insomniac. I’m such a horrible person for making sure your grades stay up. Keep going, sweetie.”

You swipe at the tears forming in your eyes. God, he makes you feel insane and so damned frustrated!

“I fucking hate you!”

You get up from the table and run towards the stairs when a pair of arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the ground. Adjusting you in his hold, he tucks you under one arm, snugly against his hip. Your eyes widen as you find yourself looking at the floor.

“Put me down! I don’t like this!”

You cling onto his baggy pants for security. He could let you go at any moment, and you don’t like the thought of landing harshly on your knees if he does.

You hear a door open, and then the large man turns on his heel as he closes it. The familiarity of what’s happening comes rushing back to you, and you try to shut it all out as you are set on your feet.

“I’m too old to be treated like this, Bakugou!” you shout as you clench your fists.

“Shut up, kid. You’re fifteen, and you know better than to call me that. You know better than to cuss at me too.”

He rummages around in the cabinet for your doom. He pulls out something that’s just as bad as the paddle end of a wooden brush: the dreaded bar of soap. The explosion hero gets the bar of soap all sudsy under the running faucet. He shuts off the water and brings the bar up to your lips, and you clamp your mouth shut.

“You wanna do this the hard way?”

Your eyes can only speak for you, and you hope the fear you express in them is enough to sway him.

All he does is grimace at you, his lips set in a firm line. He snatches your jaw, thumb digging into your right cheek while the other four fingers press into your left. The pressure where the line of your teeth meet only grows stronger as you attempt to keep your mouth closed.

However, you know him well enough by now. He won’t give up until he gets what he wants. He never does.

Your sharp cry sounds akin to a beagle’s as he finally pries your mouth open wide enough to shove the soap in. You gag instantaneously at the clean taste of the bar.

Trying to fight against the bulk of muscles leads you nowhere, except being forced to sit on the toilet lid. To your horror, this isn’t even the worst of it. He begins scrubbing the inside of your mouth, washing away all of the filth you’ve been spewing. What a fucking hypocrite.

The bar of soap shreds against your teeth with all of the scrubbing, curling and melting on your tongue. The accumulation of saliva and soap turns into built up foam, causing it to leak from your mouth.

“Lift your tongue up. Do it or I’ll beat your ass.”

No, no more punishment, you try to say. It comes out in a gurgled, incomprehensible mess.

Your “dad” works the bar of soap underneath your tongue. He covers every inch and corner of the cavern. You feel like you’re going to throw up with the amount of gagging you’re going through, but you know that he’ll really kick your ass if you do that.

Your body slumps in defeat, knowing that you can’t get away from him as he holds the back of your neck in a firm grip. There’s nothing you can do to fight him off or get away from him, so you sit there and wail like a six year old with tears, snot, and soap dripping down your face.

With your head pounding from all of the crying and screaming, he finally releases you and tells you to rinse your mouth out.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you finish dinner with your mouth as it is. I could send you to bed like that too you know.”

As tough as he likes to make himself out to be, you know he’d never do that to you. Under all of that macho male bravado, there is a heart, even if it is a little twisted.

Still, you can’t help but feel distraught as you struggle to rid your mouth of the lingering taste. It’s as if every ounce of water you take in causes the amount of bubbles to rise. Eventually, you do spit out the last of the soap, but that clean, funky tang stays with you.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

“But, it won’t go away!”

“You arguing with me?” he inquires as he quirks a blonde eyebrow.

“No, sir.”

Handing you a towel, you dry your face and pout from not being able to get rid of the overwhelming taste. Looking up at the pro hero with watery eyes, you rub your runny nose with the towel.

He leans against the doorjamb with crossed arms. “Got anything to say to me?”

“I’m sorry…Dad.” You know better than to call him anything else in this moment.

His smirk is one of satisfaction as he stands up straight, bringing you into his arms. You lean your head against his chest, holding onto his shirt for comfort.

He might have won this battle, but the war isn’t over yet.

[everlastlady]

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☕Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story! It's hot as hell today. I live in a desert area so it gets extremely hot especially since it's in the mountains and I'm doing my best to keep cool since I have seizures. I've been drinking a lot of water and might get an ice cream today, I hope you that you all are keeping cool. If you enjoyed this story please comment, like, or reblog.

☕Word Count: 1184

☕Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

☕Characters: Alastor, Angel Dusk, & Husk.

☕Question Of The Day: Favorite Weather?

☕Author's Answer: I love rain and snow.

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Male Hazbin X Male Reader: Shopping.

Angel Dusk: Your boyfriend Angel had finally gotten paid at his acting job. So he wanted you both to go shopping because he loved to spoil you and Fat Nugget so you agreed to go with your boyfriend to the mall in the Lust ring. You both even dressed in matching outfits, you carried Fat Nugget in your arms as the two of you walked around the mall. Angel was bragging about when you both were done shopping that you two will be the hottest bitches that Hell had ever since. Angel would buy you any outfits or items that you wanted. He would watch you come out of the dressing room and pose. “ (Y/N) look at you looking sexy! “ He would snap pictures of you and would go try on an outfit. You would smile and cheer on Angel, watching the spider demon strike a pose. “ Does this outfit make my ass look big? “ Angel would say in a playful manner and stick his ass out towards you, making you laugh as others in the store would stare at you both. But you both didn’t care you were both having fun. Angel treated you to lunch at the food court and took pictures of you. “ I’m glad I met ya (Y/N) so that we can have these memories together. “ Angel smiled placing his hand on top of yours. The two of you dearly loved each other and no one could take away from you both.

The item that you and Angel both cherished from your shopping adventure was these matching necklaces. That click together. Angel had the pink one and you had the black one. The two of you finished your shopping and headed home. Fat Nugget had some cute little outfits. After putting everything away, you sat on the couch playing with your necklace. Angel walked over and sat down next to you and let you rest his legs on his lap. “ Did you have fun today? “ Angel asked. You smiled at him and nodded. “ Maybe next time we could do it again but hit up the mall in the Sloth ring. “ Angel said while rubbing your legs. You nodded your head and Angel leaned over to kiss you and you kissed back. The two of you enjoyed the rest of the evening talking to each other and enjoying each other’s company.

Husk: It was your birthday and Husk had been saving up a lot of money to take you out shopping then for dinner. He hadn’t been gambling or drinking thanks to help from Charlie, Vaggie, and Niffty. So he finally had the money to treat you special on your birthday. You had finished getting dressed and walked out of the bedroom. Husk saw you and smiled. “ Happy birthday, (Y/N) you look amazing. “ He walked up and kissed you. Husk grabbed your hand as the two of you left for the mall. You were excited because there was a few things you wanted to buy. And Husk was happy to see your eyes light up when you picked up an outfit or an item. “ (Y/N) don’t be shy if you want to get then get it. Don’t worry it's your day. “ Husk would say with a sweet smile which made your heart wanna explode. You were always worried about when people wanted to get you something because of your parents. But you were happy that Husk didn’t make you feel expensive or make you feel bad because you wanted something. You wanted to buy something to remember this day with Husk so you convinced him to get matching shirts with you. “ These are cozy heh. “ Husk would adjust the shirt and you would take a picture of you and him. After shopping Husk had taken you out to dinner at your favorite place.

Husk and you ate while laughing and talking. The demon cat was happy to see his partner smiling and laughing. It let him know that feeling love again was something he was grateful for because of how happy you make him. After dinner, you and Husk head back home. He helped you put everything away. The two of you lay in bed, cuddling and watching a movie. Husk was rubbing your back while your head rest on his chest the both of you in boxers and a simple shirt. You had fallen asleep which Husk saw. He reached over and grabbed the remote; he turned off the TV and held you closed. You smiled in your sleep and nuzzled into Husk’s chest. He chuckled and kissed your head, and he soon drifted off to sleep as well.

Alastor: It was a nice day in Hell. Yeah, there are nice days in Hell so just go with it. On this nice day, your boyfriend Alastor wanted to go shopping but you didn’t feel like going. Alastor begged you to go shopping with him because he also wanted to spend some time with you. You were a homebody and didn’t get out much but you did want to hit up that new shop. So you agreed to go shopping with Alastor and got dressed up for this fun outing. You walked around the mall with Alastor the two of you holding hands. Some people moved out of the way when seeing Alastor. Since you didn’t get out much, people were shocked and surprised to see you holding hands with the radio demon. These people’s reactions made Alastor chuckle and grin. “ Well my dearest, (Y/N) what do you want to buy? “ He asked. You smiled and lead Alastor to your favorite story. Depending on what it is then Alastor might vibe with it or just be there as a supportive boyfriend. Alastor saw you pick up different items. The workers in the story were scared of Alastor so they helped you with anything you wanted and even gave you discounts when today was even a discount day but anything to stay out of the wrath of the radio demon. Alastor then took you to his favorite store where you watched him try on different suits. You would clap and smile watching him try on different suits. “ I might wear this one for our dinner date next week. “ He said. After shopping you and Alastor dropped the bags off at home. He convinced you again to go on a walk in the park with him.

You held onto Alastor’s arm as the two of you stroll through the park. Alastor talked about his plans for tomorrow which was just causing chaos and messing with Vox. He chuckled a bit and looked at you. “ Maybe you could assist me. You know, I love causing chaos with you. “ He said and kissed your hand. You may have been a homebody but you knew how to cause chaos so you glanced at Alastor with a smirk and nodded your head. “ Good! I can’t wait to cause chaos with you. “ Alastor leaned down and kissed you. The two of you continued to enjoy your walk in the park underneath the moonlight.

[hp-hcs]

don't believe you've done yandere blaise yet, so here am I requesting for us all (because I can't be the only one who wants to see your take on yandere blaise) as always do whatever you'd like chuck a theo in there if you'd want - yxdls

OH NO I FORGOT TO WRITE ANYTHING FOR MY LIL GUY BLAISE AAAAAAAAA

yandere! blaise zabini headcanons — gn! reader

i don’t think i uploaded anything yesterday so expect more from me later tonight

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blaise is not the worst yandere you could be stuck with. he’s not harmless, but he’s also not as controlling and possessive as the others

he’s not violent the way yandere theodore or mattheo would be. he’s much too refined for brutish fighting like that. what if he got blood on his clothes? no. blaise zabini has class, thank you very much.

but he’s got lackeys. a whole score of ‘em. just grunts to do his dirty work for him.

honestly, he wouldn’t even notice your existence until you give him reason to.

maybe you get paired together for a project. you go to sit with him at his table and then he’s just like 🫵😐🤌💍

as soon as he’s got his sights set on you? ✨you’re fucked!✨🌈💖

no getting out of that now! have fun!

this man has got no concept of a personal space bubble.

always touching you in some way. holding hands, a hand on your lower back, touching knees under the table at dinner

his love language is buying you really expensive gifts, and giving you things with his initials on it

he gives you his signet ring with his family crest after like two weeks of knowing you.

(cause he knows the relationship is gonna last)

((mostly cause you don’t have a choice))

he’s not like…a bad yandere as in, doesn’t care about his partner’s feelings (*cough* @yanxidarlings’ cormac mclaggen *cough*)

he wants- no, needs you to like him

if he has to pay you off or threaten you to do that, c’est la fucking vie

he’s also more of a…delayed possessive guy, if that makes any sense

like, if another guy talks to you or gets a lil too friendly, he won’t immediately beat his ass

but if he goes missing the next day? pure coincidence dw abt it babe

he’s a good guy, in all honesty. just kind of…clingy

absolutely treats you like royalty (we love a deifying king 😌🫶👑)

(i’m not saying walk him like a dog, sis, but-)

also this man is little spoon i don’t make the rules

would 1000% fall asleep lying on your chest 👌

on a yandere scale of zero to tom riddle, blaise is a solid four

not bad, all things considered 🤷‍♂️

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Be Your Treat, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Ends With a Suggestion That They Will Have Sex

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Halloween is Y/N's favourite holiday, but this year, she doesn't want to spend it like she normally does.

Masterlist

This Halloween Y/N didn’t feel like going to any parties, so instead, she opted to get free candy from the people in Rafe’s neighbourhood. He watches as she puts her hair into two buns in her Winnie the Pooh onesie. The Tigger onesie is getting a little too hot while he waits for her. “Are you almost done, Angel?” he asks, looking at her through the mirror. She nods her head, “Yep, I’m ready to go.” He picks up the honey pot-shaped Halloween buckets for them and takes her hand into his other hand. They head out the door toward the house next door. Little kids litter the street dressed in various costumes. Once they get to the first house, they are the tallest ones out of the bunch. “Trick or Treat,” they chant with the rest of the kids. 

They let the children go before them and at the front, the owner of the house pauses to get a good look at them. “Well, aren’t you two just so cute,” the older lady gushes, going to squeeze Rafe’s cheeks. She gives them their candy and they mutter their thank yous. The next house is another frat house. When they see Rafe’s costume, they attempt to laugh but the threatening look on his face stops them. He knows their laughter would make Y/N feel bad. “Trick or Treat,” she says, holding out her bucket. Ryan grabs mini bottles of fireball, “Since you guys are grownups, we have some adult juice for you guys.” Rafe does a small cheer as he watches the bottles drop into his bucket. The pair thanks Ryan and Rafe is about to pull Y/N to leave when she steps closer to the other frat boy. “Ry, can you take a pic of us, please?” she asks holding out her phone for him. He nods his head and takes her phone. Rafe wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. Other boys may be embarrassed by memorializing this moment, but Rafe could not care less who sees him in this outfit if it makes Y/N happy. His grin matches hers and gives her a kiss on the cheek once Ryan hands her back her phone. 

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The night is coming to an end and they are at the house at the end of the street. There is a bowl on a table in front of a door with a please take one note leaning against it. A group of teenage boys and a little girl are walking in front of them. They catch up with the girl dressed as Darth Vader, standing behind her to wait for the teens to be done. The older boys snicker at the sign, taking the bowl and dumping all of its contents in their bags. Y/N watches as Darth Vader’s face turns sad at the realization that the force isn’t going to bring candy into the helmet-shaped basket. Y/N feels bad for the little girl and she approaches her. “Here. Take my boyfriend’s and my candy,” she offers, motioning for the girl to hold out her basket. 

Y/N tips her honey jar over so all her candy flows into Darth Vader’s head. Rafe isn’t one to object to his girlfriends and walks over to do the same. Darth Vader smiles massively, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist as a thank you. The little girl runs back to her mom and Rafe steps closer to his Angel. “That was really sweet of you,” he tells her, pressing his forehead against hers. She shrugs her shoulders, “It was nothing. I can buy myself a treat anyway.” His hands bring her in by the waist. “You won’t need to buy any candy. Let me be your treat, Angel,” he offers, pulling her into a passionate kiss. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

[anonymous-rendezvous]

How Do You Faze A Sorcerer?

💜 Shu Yamino x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨. ⏌

✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, NSFW 🔞, oral (male receiving), light dirty talk, & light muscle k!nk

✦ — Word count: 4.3+ | Ao3

It’s been a while since you and your boyfriend really had any time to spend with each other, resulting in you both feeling a little more touch-starved than usual. Although Shu really needs to finish his work, you can’t help but see how far he’ll let you go to get some of his attention.

Part 1 of Under-The-Desk Shenanigans

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Shu is an interesting person to be dating. From the small pranks, he would play on you — to his insane memory, buying things you had offhandedly mentioned months ago. Without a hint of hesitation, you could say he was a unique boyfriend. And one you loved very much.

The only thing that honestly threw you off was his ability to absolutely dodge when you're trying to fluster him. It actually had been a minor problem before you’d started dating; not really knowing if he liked you or not. You were only a hundred percent sure when he was standing right in front of you, confessing how much he wanted to go out with you. Man, that was a veritable whirlwind of a day.

Currently, you were on your way over to Shu’s place. Seeing as he had given you a spare key, you invited yourself in. As you were hanging up your coat, subsequently sliding the keys into one pocket, you heard footsteps coming down the hall. About ready to turn and greet the sorcerer, except you jumped when muscular arms suddenly wrap around you. Giggling, you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, looking up at him. “Why hello there? Feeling quite affectionate today, aren’t we?”

Shu smiled, his eyes squinting happily as he looked at you, and that was enough to cause a rush of heat to your face. God, you loved his smile. “More like trying to make up for the fact that I’m kinda busy with something right now.”

Your smile dropped into a pout, reaching a hand to pinch his arm lightly. “Shuuuu! You should’ve told me. I would have stalled on the way here!” The sorcerer laughed at the way your voice whined. He planted a chaste kiss on your forehead before releasing you from his grasp.

You turned towards him as he stepped back, seeing fully now that he was still in his sorcerer attire but missing many key accessories. As he saw you pout, he was quick to explain himself. “I’m sorry, but I’ll be real quick, I promise! I just need to make my schedule for this week. It shouldn't take long, and then we can hang out and do whatever you want.” He pokes your forehead and smiles. “Does that sound good?”

Huffing, you rolled your eyes but nodded your head all the same. “Fine… I concede, go get your work done…ya nerd.” Shu gasps in mock offense, albeit still with a smile on his face, before heading back to his room.

Sighing, you decided to make yourself comfortable. Shu was clear at the beginning of your relationship that whenever you come over, you could treat this like your second home. At first, you were hesitant, but it’s been a good while now, and you come over so often that you have a small routine now. Slipping off your shoes, you put them beside his at the door. Making your way to the kitchen, you decided to make some tea while you wait, thinking that the process would take long enough that waiting for him wouldn’t seem so unbearable. You moved swiftly, already knowing where he kept everything in the kitchen. While you were preparing your drink, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as to why you were here.

You have been feeling awfully lonely the past few days. Just feeling like you need more affection as of late. And who better to get it from than your pretty, and incredibly buff, sorcerer boyfriend? You just… haven't brought it up to him yet. And you know he said he had work to do, and you didn't want to bug him but… Okay, maybe it was a bad idea to dwell on it. Quietly whining to yourself, you try to prepare your drink faster. Maybe he’d at least let you sit in there while he worked.

Once the drink is ready, and you’ve cleaned up after yourself, you carefully take hold of the mug and make your way toward his room. Shuffling down the hallway before coming to a halt in front of his door. Leaning your head towards the wood, you try to keep an ear out for any talking. When you don't hear anything, one of your hands remains around the mug and the other raises to knock lightly against the door. There’s a moment of quiet before you hear Shu call a muffled “Come in!” from the other side. Opening the door slowly, your head peeks into the room just enough to see him seated at his desk. Your eyes meet his as he turns to look over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening.

Shu couldn’t help but chuckle; amused at how quiet you were trying to be. Normally, you would knock and wait for his response before walking straight in and making yourself at home on his bed. ‘Something must be up’, he thought as he turned his chair fully to face you. Giving you a small smile, he asked, “Hey there, did you need something?”

Fidgeting with the mug in your hands, you felt your body heat up in embarrassment. Now that you were here, you felt a bit childish. Yet you couldn’t lie to him. It was very hard to lie to Shu. Taking a deep breath; you move further into his room so you are no longer hovering in the doorway. “I just, umm, wanted to see you is all…”

The sorcerer raised an eyebrow. “Is that all you wanted to do?” He kept his gaze on you, trying to get a read on your emotions, making it difficult for you to maintain eye contact. Except averting your eyes didn’t help much. Whether it was his sorcery or just his eyes, you could still feel them on you.

With a huff, you visibly deflate, finally fessing up. “Nooooo… Could I–can I just hang out here? I really missed you and–” You pause, your lips pressing together in a line before glancing back up to his face. His gaze was softer than before, causing you to feel even more embarrassed than you already were. Quickly averting your eyes again, your face feels extremely hot. “I–... I just really wanna be around you right now. Can I, like, sit in your lap or sit next to you or something?”

Shu chuckles but does not outright refuse. He’s been feeling a bit affectionate today as well; a reason he didn't want to tell you that he had things to finish today. But work is important. He glances at his monitor and then back at you, thinking over the options you’ve given him. “I think… you being in my lap might be too distracting. And I also don’t have a spare office chair for you to pull up next to me…” He seemed to contemplate his options, one hand tapping at the arm of his chair. Any direct contact would just make him slower in his work. You were very cute, after all. How could he not end up being distracted if you were sitting so close to him? “Would sitting on my bed be alright, babe? I promise I’ll be as quick as I can with the schedule.”

Your expression dropped a bit, but you quickly regained a smile. It was something, at least. “Sure, as long as I’m in here with you, I’ll be good.” You swiftly made your way to his bed, picking the corner closest to his desk. Stretching your body in order to place your mug down on said desk, before shuffling back and pulling your legs up to sit criss-cross on the plush bed.

Shu sighed in relief before leaning over to brush some hair out of your face, looking at you lovingly. “I promise I’ll work fast, then you’ll have my undivided attention.” And with that, he pulled back and got back into work mode. Typing away and occasionally checking the shared calendar for plans and collab's, as well as checking Discord and Slack for any responses.

And the pair of you stayed like that for a while. Scrolling through your phone, occasionally looking up at the progress he was making on the schedule. 'Man, those things look complicated to make. Having to check permissions, wait and check on potential collab's, and get all the time zones correct; ugh.', your brain hurts from just thinking about it. The longer you looked at it, though, you knew it would take a while - even with Shu working at max speed. You bit back a sigh, eyes closing in disappointment. 'Why did my dumb emotions have to act up today? ' You open your eyes again, peeking at your boyfriend. Completely immersed in his work, purple eyes flickering around his monitors.

Your eyes trail over his face, thinking about how handsome and pretty he is. Thinking about him looking at you and the way his expression softens whenever he does. His cute smile when you lock eyes with each other. The way his hands softly caressed you whenever he held you. Cupping your face or your neck, running a hand along your side… You were getting more restless the more you thought about it; your mind quickly spiraled into more… inappropriate things. Shaking your head, you stand up a bit flustered, but with a plan in mind.

Shu looks over at the sudden movement but turns back to the screen just as fast. He thought you were just getting up to go to the bathroom, or maybe you were getting a snack. Continuing to type away, he barely even noticed you coming behind him and jumped a bit when your hands rested on his shoulders.

Leaning down, you bring your face closer to his; breath grazing his cheek as you speak. “Shuuuu…” The sorcerer peaks at you. His cheeks are a bit pink, but he replies to you calmly.

“What’s up, babe? Are you going to get something?” He gives you a soft smile and reaches a hand up to pat one of your hands on his shoulder. You pout slightly, you don’t know if he’s teasing you by feigning ignorance, or if he’s actually oblivious.

Sliding your free hand down his chest, resting your cheek on his now free shoulder. “Shu… baby…” Shu froze. He knew that tone of voice. You rarely pulled it out on him, but whenever you did, it was never for anything good. Or rather; never anything seiso. Shu forces his eyes to remain on his monitor, taking a deep breath to remain calm and retain his innocent smile.

“Babe, you're gonna distract me with your cute face. I swear I’ll be done soon.” His words almost caused you to falter in your plan, but held strong. Lifting your head to kiss him on the cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin. You can see his ears turn pink and you chuckle to yourself. The hand you had sliding down his chest comes to a stop on his stomach.

“Babe, I’m sure you’ve been working all day…” you whined in a teasing tone, using your other hand to play with the strands of his hair as you talked into his ear. “And I have a perfect idea. It lets you still work,” you place a light, feather-like kiss against his ear “and it gives me a ‘taste’ of affection from you.”

The sorcerer peaked at you, the light dusting of blush along his cheeks the only thing visual confirmation that, at least, on the inside he’s flustered. You wanted to get him fully, though. You wanted to see him fully express how embarrassed you can make him feel. He looks at your face, attempting to study it in order to figure out what you're planning. ‘Maybe they just want to touch me… the most extreme thing I can think of would be making out…’ Shu pondered for a moment, before reaching a hand up to pat your head, smiling at you.

“Alright, if it won’t interfere, then go ahead, babe.” You surprise him by taking your hands away, fist pumping in the air. He chuckles at your silliness but is brought into confusion when you then proceed to crouch on the floor. “Umm… hun?" Shu raises an eyebrow, looking down at you. “What are you doing?”

You giggle, eyes full of mischief. “Don’t worry, you’ll see…” Dipping your head a bit, you crawl into the space beneath his desk. After a moment of adjusting, you pop back up in between his legs. Reaching up, you tug at his chair to bring him closer to his desk, resulting in your face being very close to his crotch.

Shu’s hand quickly grips the edge of the desk to stop himself from being moved any closer. His thoughts raced, mentally scolding himself as he fully connected the dots of what you had planned. You look back up at him, flashing him an innocent smile that he knows isn’t genuine.

“What’s the matter, darling?” He huffs a bit from your nonchalant tone but keeps his cool as he quickly tries to think of a way he could counter your plan. In almost no time at all, he returns your false innocent smile with one of his own, causing you to almost pout.

“Nothing babe, you just startled me. I’ll get back to work now.” He adjusts and actually scoots in this time, causing you to shuffle back a bit. Shu’s hands and attention returned to work, typing away as you heard the telltale ‘click-clack ’ of his keys. Mentally, you curse to yourself. He wasn’t planning to budge an inch. However, just because he won this mini-battle didn’t mean he won the war.

With newfound vigor, and an intense desire to see him flustered, your hands reach up to unbutton his shorts. Pulling the zipper down, you bring your face closer to his crotch, intentionally letting your hot breath fan against his boxers. Glancing up at Shu, you notice his face is a bit redder than before, but otherwise, he remains solely focused on making his schedule. You huff, looking back down at his length, attention now firmly on his cock. ‘We’ll see how long you can keep up that calmness, babe.’ Moving his boxers down slightly, you gently helped his cock out. Seeing his leg twitch from the contact caused you to smirk a bit. You examined how he wasn’t hard yet and, with a light grip, started stroking.

Above you, Shu took a deep breath as he felt your hand start to stroke him, reminding himself to keep all his concentration on the monitor. Shu couldn’t let you win in this little game. Not when he also liked to tease you.

Taking your hand away for a moment, you licked at your palm. Getting it nice and lubed with saliva before you wrapped it with a tighter grip around his length. Stroking with more intent now, you started to feel his cock harden. Pre-cum starts to collect at the tip. As your thumb rubbed over his tip, you felt him twitch in your hand, his breathing getting a bit heavier than before. He’s still not making a sound though, not even showing that he’s turned on, which only means you would need to go further.

Licking your lips, you slide your hand down slowly, and with your other hand, you push your hair back as your mouth moves closer. You begin to press kisses to his cock, sighing in pleasure as you do. With your hand stroking closer to the base and your lips pressing kisses, his twitching became more frequent and you could taste the pre-cum as it started to leak more and more.

Shu’s eyes widened a fraction at the sudden feeling of your soft lips on him and darted a hand up to cover his mouth. On the outside, he looks fairly unfazed, clicking away in ‘After Effects’ as he works diligently. Inside his mind was a different story, however.

The sorcerer was struggling not to make any noise and his brain was arguing with itself; one side wanted to drop work and just focus on you taking care of his cock and the other side knew he needed to get this schedule done. He closed his eyes to collect himself, yet they shot back open at what you started to do next.

Still not getting a reaction from him, you could feel a bit of frustration start to bubble within you. So, with that frustration, you wrapped your mouth around his cock and swirled your tongue around him. A strained sound reached your ears, quickly drawing your eyes to his face. Sadly, or luckily in Shu’s case, he was quick to correct himself. His eyes remained focused on his screen, seemingly unbothered by your actions. Taking him deeper in your mouth, the hand you had at the base moving to caress his balls; Intent on giving him the best blowjob you could muster. It wasn’t as if you were completely unaffected either. You feel the heat begin to build, your thighs clenching together; sighs muffled as you bobbed your head.

Shu was tense in his seat. He is determined not to move his hips into you, no matter how amazing you feel. If his hand wasn’t covering his face, you would see just how red he is, his lips slightly parted. ‘God, it feels so good… it’s taking everything not to just look down. Don’t know how much longer I can ignore them…’ The grip he had on his computer mouse was tight, and the hand against his mouth had his nails slightly digging into his cheek. He scrambled to think of a way to regain control; to not fully melt into your teasing. Shu’s eyes blinked quickly as an idea popped into his head. With a quick glance, he enacted his plan, removing his hand from his face.

You were so focused on pleasing him, your eyes closed, you didn’t notice Shu’s hand making its way down to you. It wasn’t until you felt his fingers on your hair that your eyes opened, thinking you'd finally gotten him. That thought was short-lived as you felt him collect your hair into a ponytail, tilting your head up to look at him. Only being used to Shu softly petting your hair when the two of you were intimate like this, you are more flustered than you’d like to admit. His grip was tight, and you swallowed back a moan that you didn't realize was building up.

Looking up at the source of your embarrassment, he hadn’t even looked down at you, his other hand still working diligently. Your ministrations hadn’t stopped but had slowed a bit from your moment of shock. With a deep breath, you return to your previous pace as your thighs rub together. Feeling more aroused as the hand in your hair had unintentionally positioned your head to constantly look up at him. Yet that bubble of frustration returned with a vengeance. You were supposed to be seeing him flustered, not the other way around!

Fully embracing the heat that had built up inside you at this point, moaning and signing into his cock. Your thoughts are a mess, your eyes taking in every feature of your sorcerer boyfriend, as it only fueled you more at this point. Eyes trailing down, you can’t help but look at the arm holding your hair, the muscles flexing as he keeps a firm grip on your hair as you bob on him.

It’d be no lie to say that Shu Yamino has gorgeous arms. They are well-defined and, in the words of his friends, 'jacked as fuck'. Which got a good laugh out of you the first time you hung out with them. You don’t know exactly why his arms are so muscled, especially since Shu doesn't really like to work out. It being in relation to having to deal with sorcery and curses is the primary theory you have. However, you didn’t really care at this moment, as just looking at the way his arm flexed filled your lust-clouded mind with all sorts of thoughts. Mind spiraling, you removed your hand from the base of his cock and started to take more of him down. Deep-throating him as your eyes remained locked on his arms, mouth-watering to a point where the extra saliva leaked from the corners of your mouth.

Shu gasps, the feeling of you taking all of him into your mouth, sending shivers up his spine. He lets out a barely audible “Shit...” before peeking down at you. If he had been any further gone, he thinks he could cum on the spot. You are fully dedicated to sucking him off, no longer worried or caring about flustering him anymore. He was quick to notice the way your eyes focused on his arms, and the way your thighs rubbed together to give yourself some form of friction; your hands firmly set on his thighs. Seeing just how enraptured you were, he finally allowed his body to relax, now showing the full signs of his pleasure as his cock twitched, itching for a release.

He’s surprised when you suddenly remove your mouth from him, panting heavily as you blurt. “Shu, please cum in my mouth. Baby, please cum in my mouth.” The words came out as a whine as you look up at him briefly, before getting back to deep-throating him. He didn’t think you even registered his flustered face before you got back to work. Though he didn’t ponder too long on it as he felt more heat creep across his face from your words. That alone was enough to get him to the edge. He takes his other hand off his mouse, grasping the armrest of his chair as he looks down at you; hips jerking upward softly.

Moaning against his cock, you feel him pushing further inside your mouth ever so slightly. The hand grasping your hair tightened, but never pushed you in further. Your eyes meet in sync. Shu rolled his hips, voice coming out as a low moan as he spoke. “Babe… I’m cumming.” You nodded your head vigorously, eyes closing as he came into your mouth. Pushing your head all the way down to the base, you took it all in your mouth; swallowing every drop as it came. Both his hands moved to hold your head, no force being used as he ran his thumbs over your cheeks.

By the time you gulped down every last drop, Shu had composed himself. Although he is still flushed from what just happened, his face had a calm smile on it. While you pulled your head back, your eyes opened and trailed to his; your hair is a mess and mouth is wet from a combination of drool and cum. He lightly pushed some stuck hairs away from your face as you took a few deep breaths in order to calm yourself a bit.

You smiled mischievously, not wanting to show how much his soft touch affected you and how turned on you still were. “Told you we could do that while you work.”

Shu chuckled and shook his head. “I think your plan backfired a bit, babe.”

Your eyes widen. “You knew???”

“Haha, I could tell you were up to no good from that tone of voice you used earlier. Plus, getting under someone’s desk… There are only a few ways that you could take that.” With a huff, you looked away as Shu pressed his palms into your cheeks to squish your face. “You did fluster me a bit in the end. So I guess we both won.”

“Yeah, true,” Pouting a bit, you take a few more deep breaths, calming yourself down from how worked up you had gotten. Still feeling very horny. The sorcerer pulled his hands away from your face, tucking himself back in after cleaning himself off with some tissues on his desk. As he looked back down at you, he could see your thighs tightly pressed together. He figured with how ‘ into it ’ you seemed that you were getting turned on as well; his head leaned down to meet yours, making you look up at him from the proximity.

Gasping as you see your boyfriend's face inches from yours, you question him. “S-Shu, why are you so close?”

His mouth opens before closing again, a bit of heat returning to his face. “Do you… can I give you some help?”

Blinking up at him, your head tilts to the side as you think for a moment. “Mmmm…” a smile tugs at your lips before shaking your head. “No, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? I know it was a game but—”

You give one of his thighs a pat before leaning in enough to press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s really fine babe, thank you, though.”

Shu watches you for a moment before nodding and moving his chair back so you can get out. “I think we should get you some cold water and maybe a cold shower - you’re kinda messy, Babe” He laughed, and you pouted, standing up and minding the desk so you don’t bump your head.

“Hey! I–I’m not that bothered or anything!” Shu chuckled as he placed his hands on your waist, looking up at your standing form.

“Of course not.” He didn’t believe you at all. “I'll get some extra clothes for you, and I’ll clean our tea mugs. Oh, and I grab you that water while you get yourself collected. We can’t hang out if we're both too tired to.” You sighed, he was too good at reading you, and most of the time it was at your disadvantage. He was right though, you had wanted to hang out when you got here; still wanted to. Despite this little distraction you planned. You nodded along with his words before leaning down to peck his cheek again.

“Thank you for indulging me, babe.”

“Of course, anytime.” The sorcerer pauses after saying that, before letting out a flustered laugh. “Well, maybe not when I’m supposed to be working.” You let out a loud laugh, lightly smacking his arm. 'God, he is such a dork.'

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We're a Family Part 20 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Dad Steddie X Mom Fem Reader, SMUT, slight role-play, dirty talk, FLUFF, this little family loves each other and Steddie love being dads <3, AGNST, while trick of treating they run into someone they know, Dylan has feelings and so does the reader.

Word Count: 4325

“Dada. Da da.”, James cooed as his little hands lightly tap on Steve’s face.

You smile from your place on the floor as you continue doing Aurora’s hair. Tonight was his first Halloween and he seemed very excited for a baby who had no idea it was even an holiday. To be fair, he could have just been amused at his father’s attire who was currently dressed like Indiana Jones. 

 “Yes, sir. I’m dada. Now, let dada finish getting your costume on.”

“How are we doing in here?”, Eddie asked as he sauntered in dressed as Slash followed by Dylan in his Newt Scamander costume. 

“Mommy’s almost done wit my hair.”, Ro announces. 

“And this little troublemaker is finally ready.”, Steve exhales as he lifts James from the bed to display him in his little bat costume complete with little ears at the top. 

“Aw. I should have gone as Ozzy this year!”, the metalhead playfully sighs.

“You are not biting my son’s head off.”, you scold.

“Jesus, sweetheart. Scared the hell out of me. I didn’t see you there. I thought there was actually a witch in our house.”

“A ha ha, Eddie Munson. Alright, my love. You’re ready.”

Aurora turns around to show everyone her Princess Leia costume from the new show her and Steve had been watching on Disney plus. 

“You look beautiful, honey.”

“Yeah and you’re a pain in the butt like her to.” She scrunches her nose as she hits Eddie’s hip with her little fist.

“Ok, my hat is downstairs. Once we grab that we will be ready!”

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“Dad, if…if James is still a baby…why does he get candy?”, Ro asks as the six of you head to the next house. 

“Because you and your father are eating all the snacks we buy so any chance we can get for free food we take.”

His answer makes you cackle as Eddie sticks out his tongue at his husband. While heading up the stone steps of another home, you’re all blocked by a familiar face that gave you pause. 

“Oh, wow, um, hey Y/N.”

“Hi Vivian.” Your eyes quickly scan her over before landing on the smiling toddler in her arms dressed like a lion making you smile as well. “Who is this?”

“This is my son, Brody. Can you say hi? Say hi, baby.” He answers with a tiny roar that makes you laugh and James clap his hands. She beams at everyone before he eyes finally land on Dylan. “Oh my god. Dylan? Look…look how big you’ve gotten. Can I—”

She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.

“We’ll, uh, take them up to get candy.”, Steve nodded as Eddie lifted Aurora in his arms. 

Your eyes meet your eldest’s and you asked the question he was too afraid to ask. 

“How’s Charlie been doing? Is he with you two?”

“Oh, um, Charlie and I…we’re separated. I…I didn’t…he told me about signing over his rights and that just broke my heart. Things never got better after that.”, she whispered. “I caught him coming home late smelling like perfume…karma I deserved I guess.”

“Vivian, I—”

“No. No reason to apologize or…anything like that. I should have known, ya know?” Standing up straighter, she reaches out to hug Dylan again. “I still live in the same place if ever you want to come over and talk or hang out with this pain in the butt. Of course, if it’s ok with your mom and your dads.”

You son nods as she gives him one final smile and passes you both to head to the next house. 

“Are you okay?”, you ask as he watches her leave. 

“Yeah. I feel bad for Brody. Maybe…maybe he’ll get lucky to get an Eddie and Steve of his own one day.”

As if on cue, both men come back and Ro runs up to Dylan handing him a candy bar. 

“I got this for you!”, she announces as he grins down at her. 

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You softly smile from your spot on the couch as you watch the kids (and Eddie) dump all their candy out on the floor and begin sifting through it. 

“Ah, ah, little man.”, Steve scolds as he quickly scoops up the baby. “No candy for you yet till you get some teeth.”

“Mama!” Your smile grows as your son reaches for you and his father swishes him around in a circle like he’s flying till he lands in your arms. “Ma ma ma ma.”

“Go ahead. Suck up to her but she won’t give you candy either.”

James rubs his eyes before falling against your shoulder. 

“Oh, oh wait, my love. Let me get you bottle before you pass out.” As you stand and head for the kitchen, two set of eyes follow you worriedly as they hear the subtle crack in your voice.

Eddie gets up and cuts you off, preparing the bottle for you as he watches you hug James tighter to your body. Tapping your bicep, he hands you what you need and the baby takes it from you eagerly as his beautiful honey colored iris look up at you with love. 

A tear falls down your cheek and the metalhead wipes it away as he pulls your head to his chest.

“I love you.”, you mumble smothered by his shirt.

“I love you to, sweetheart. Do you want me to take him?”

“No but if you could put Princess Leia to sleep—”

“Mommy! I’m not sleepy!”, Aurora whines. 

“That’s so weird because it didn’t sound like to me she was asking.”, Eddie teases as he places his top hat on her head and she giggles as it slides over her eyes. Taking the opportunity, he picks her up and throws the toddler over his shoulder as he carries her up to her room. 

“I’m going to put this one down to.”, you smile carefully scooting towards his room so your movement don’t wake James as he continues to eat with his eyes closed.

The sound of rustling and Dylan’s voice gives you pause as you linger in the doorway of the baby’s room. 

“Do you want any of this candy, dad?”

“Is there anything sour in there?” Your son grins as he tosses something to Steve who thanks him as he tears it open. “Eddie always goes for those first so I imagine they will be gone by tomorrow afternoon.”, he chuckles as his eyes scan over Dylan. 

“Are you alright, kid?”

“Yeah, I’m just thinking…”

“About?”

“Brody, Vivian’s son.”

“Your brother?” The boy’s eyes guiltily look away and you hear Steve pat the space on the couch next to him. “Dylan even though we’re your dad, we get that biologically Charlie was also your father. He helped create you and Brody. Just because you don’t think of him that way anymore doesn’t mean that that little boy isn’t a part of your family. Just like Ro and James, he’s a part of you and if you want him and even Vivi in your life, that’s ok. We all would have to talk about it but I’m sure Eddie and Y/N would be fine with it.”

“And you?”

“Yeah of course.”

“You always seemed so upset before…”

“Not at you though, kid. I hope you know that. I just…love you. I always have; since I met you and got to know you. Even before you started calling me dad. I hated seeing you get hurt.”, he sighs. “But remember what we said, no matter what you’re our son to even if you miss him or decide you want to see him again—”

“I don’t think Charlie ever wants to see me again. I don’t want Brody to feel that. I want to be there for him like you guys were with me and mom.”

Steve wraps his arm around the young boy’s shoulders and yanks him to his side. 

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you to, Dylan.”

Footsteps echo from the stairs as Eddie enters the living room. 

“Aw! Are we hugging?” The metalhead falls beside his son and dramatically pulls them both into an awkward embrace that has Dylan laughing. “Oh, this is nice. Steven, Princess Leia wants you to read her a story.”

“Of course she does.” The man rises to his feet and playfully pushes Eddie’s arm as he places his Indiana Jones hat on his head. 

“Everything ok? Do you need me to read you a story to?”

“Not tonight no.”, he giggles. “Do you think Brody would like D & D?”

“Oh my god.”, the man sighs as he theatrically grabs his chest. “The fact that MY child wants to spread the wisdom that is Dungeons and Dragons to the younger generation just…ah…it makes my heart melt.”

“Wow, you are such a nerd.”, you jest as you head to put the now empty bottle in the sink after finally putting James in his crib. 

“Takes one to know one, babe. Yeah, man. I think he will. Maybe you can start off by reading him some of those campaign books since he’s too little right now to actually play.”

“Cool. So…”, he lowers his voice so only his father would hear. “…you would be ok with me, maybe, spending time with Vivian’s son?”

“Dude…”, Eddie responds in an equally low register. “As long as your happy, I don’t care. You know we need to all talk about it but…”, the man lowers his voice even more as he points to his son’s chest. “I agree with Steve. Just like our other two demons, Brody is a part of you. If you want to spend time with them, that’s ok. I’ll still love you, weirdo. Alright?”

Dylan hugs him again and you smile from your place in the kitchen as you watch Eddie squeeze him tighter as he kisses the top of his head. 

“I love you to, dad.”

***

“Alright, everyone except for the teenager is asleep but he’s in his room.”, Steve announces as he tosses you your favorite candy before shutting the bedroom door and climbing on to the mattress sitting across from you and Eddie. “What’s running through your mind, baby.”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, so you just normally cry when you give our son a bottle?”

“He’s just so cute. I can’t help it.” They both sigh at your deflection and your head hangs slightly. “I saw myself in her…when she was holding her son. I was thrust back to when I first moved into those apartments and how alone I felt. Before we started spending time together, of course.”

“I can understand that. Y/N, its ok for you to empathize with her even with your past history. It’s not like you two are going to become best friends or something.”

“I know… it’s… ugh you two are going to tease me!”, you laugh as you fall into Eddie’s chest beside you.

“Probably especially if it’s cute.”, he laughs. “But why don’t you tell us anyway.”

“After she left, Dylan told me he hopes that Vivian and Brody find an Eddie and Steve like we did. Hearing him say that reminded me of how heartbroken he was even before when Charlie and I were still married. James and Aurora even as babies have always been so bright and expressive. I never saw Dylan light up that way until he knocked on your door. I’m just really grateful you’re mine.”

When you started to cry, Steve laid beside you as both boys hugged you tightly to them. 

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When you came home from work the follow afternoon, the house was eerily quiet. Steve had texted you saying your sister wanted to spend some time with the kids so she offered to pick them up but you didn’t realize she was taking them out entirely. 

As you placed your bag on the countertop, you noticed a folded piece of paper next to a pair of your blue jean shorts and tank top. 

“Y/N,

The kids are with Kierra for tonight so the ‘apartment’ is ours. Put these clothes on out here and knock on the bedroom door when you’re ready.

-Your neighbors Eddie and Steve”

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to decipher their note. Apartment, your neighbors…even the clothes they laid out, you realized, were similar to the ones you were wearing the first time you three were together. 

What could they be up to?

After doing what they asked, you slowly shuffled towards the bedroom door and cautiously knocked. 

A few moments later it swung open and your jaw dropped as your eyes drunk in Steve who was currently dressed in jeans, a polo, and his Family Video vest complete with name tag and everything. 

“Hey there neighbor. Took you long enough. I guess it all worked out though. I just got off myself.”

“Yes because staking videos is a lengthy task. Hey sweetheart.”, Eddie beamed as you scanned him over. His jeans hung low on his hips as his bare chest displayed his tattoos. He looked exactly like he did when Dylan knocked on their door minus the new ink over the years on his ribs of all three of the kid’s names. 

“I…I…what’s going on?”

“We thought you could use a break, remember? That’s why we got little man and the other heathens a sitter and invited you over to our place.”

Steve gestured into the room and as you walked in you noticed the pizza on the bed with the beer on the end table. There was music playing on Eddie’s phone and beside it that little black lunch box that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. 

“I made sure to keep the music down.”, the metalhead winked.

“What do you think?”, Steve asked as they both looked at you eagerly with anticipation. 

“I think…”, you smile as you jump on to the bed and open the food container. “…I’m going to tell my kids you called them heathens. My daughter is going to pitch a fit.”

***

It had been so long since you saw this side of them, the carefree relaxed guys. Steve was always in protective mode making sure everything got done and everyone was where they should be where Eddie was always making sure everyone was happy and comfortable. 

The three of you passed the joint Eddie rolled amongst yourselves as you laid your head on his lap and Steve did the same with your tummy while you absently ran your fingers through his hair. 

“How are you feeling, honey? Better?”

“Much.”, you giggle. “I wasn’t exactly sad. I just had a lot of feelings. I’m a mom. It happens.”

“Hm. It’s ok to feel them, ya know? And, of course, you can talk to us about anything.”

“I remember, after he met you, Dylan told everyone about our new neighbors and ‘they like loud music.’”, you mimic his voice making them chuckle. “I was so happy just to hear him giggle and be excited but I was terrified of him getting his hopes up to have them broken again. Then you two came over and made us both laugh…” You feel yourself drift into the memory, shaking your head as you bring yourself back to your current moment.

“To bad we’re only neighbors and not living together.”, you over exaggeratedly sigh as you continue with their charade. “Can you imagine?!”

“I can.”, Steve cooed. “The first time I shook your hand I knew I’d never let you go.”

“Same. I told Harrington when I listened to your ex be a dick to you on those steps, I wanted to drive down there and beat his ass. I immediately felt protective over you and Dylan.”

“I have a question. More than anything I need my memory refreshed because this weed I guess is making me forget.”, you smile as you feel your body getting antsy as they continue to talk. “Have we been intimate yet or is this our first time?”

There’s something specific in this roleplay you’re trying to lead them to. Both men especially Steve were a bit more intimidating when you first entered their apartment. It had been so long since you felt that energy from them mostly because you got comfortable with them pretty early on. 

“Oh, sweetheart. If we had fucked you already, you’d remember.”

Steve felt your breathing stutter at Eddie’s comment causing his cock to press almost painfully against the denim of his jeans. Rolling onto his knees, he hovers over you as his palm caresses your cheek. 

“What do you think, honey? Do you think we should go easy on you?”

Craning your neck, you crash your lips to his, passionately kissing him with everything you had.

“Not this time.”, you whisper making Steve practically growl as he kisses you again, manhandling you till your head was resting on the pillows allowing Eddie the freedom to slide down and suck on your neck.

You whimpered softly as their hands roamed your body, lifting off your shirt and tossing it to the floor. The metalhead’s tongue drifted down the valley of your breasts, groaning as it found its way to your nipple as he flicked and sucked the sensitive skin while Steve glided down between your legs, pressing his lips along your thighs. 

Your mouth fell open as his long tongue licked a long stripe up your folds while his fingers held you open completely on display for him. 

“Fuck, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

Eddie’s lips found your own and he groaned as your own tongue caressed his. Moaning, you tilted your head away from him slightly as Steve devoured your pussy.

“Fuck that feels—”

“Feels good, sweetheart?”

You eagerly nod as the man wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking the nub noisily making you clench at the sound.

“Eddie? D-Did—mmm—Did you want him then to?”

The metalhead understood what you were asking as his finger ran gently moved your hair out of the way. 

“Baby, this is about you.”, he whispers.

“Do you think I would h-have stopped you two that night if you had kissed him? If he had sucked your cock or even—fuck—fucked you in front of me?”

Your eyes roll back and flutter closed as Eddie heavily exhales against your lips.

“Yes, I wanted him then. I wanted him since the day I met him.” Threading his palm into Steve’s hair behind his head, he presses his face further into your cunt, and your head lulls back. “Now I have you both. I remember watching him pound into you on that sofa. Got me hard all over again. You both were so beautiful.”

Your back arched as you came, shouting Steve’s name, and thankful it was just you three in the house. 

Climbing up your body, he reached out and roughly yanked Eddie’s lips to his; both men groaning at the taste of you. 

“I wanted you to.”, he murmured. “I didn’t know how…or what to say…” Steve sighs in pleasure when he feels you lean up and softly kiss the skin along his stomach. “I love you both so fucking much.”

Unbuttoning his pants, you yank them down enough to free his cock and eagerly wrap your mouth around him. As he groans, Eddie helps him remove his shirt before climbing off his bed to undo his own jeans. 

“Fuck, honey, that feels amazing.”

Grabbing your ankles, you giggle as Eddie brings you lower down the bed so your back was flat on the mattress. Steve chuckles at his earnestness, adjusting his body so both his knees were beside you as he guided his length back into your awaiting mouth. 

The man watches with his hooded eyes, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as Eddie takes hold of your hips and glides his cock easily into your dripping core.

“Shit. She’s so wet. You really got her going, Steve.”

He blushes at his husband’s compliment making you smile as you look up at him. 

“You like when Eddie says nice things about you?”, you tease. Tenderly petting your head, he beams as he nods. “Oh, Eddie. Steve likes being praised.”

“W-Who doesn’t, pretty girl?”

The metalhead crawls forward on his hands slightly, making sure your legs are circled tightly around him as he turns to look at Steve. 

“Aw, sweetheart. You like when I compliment you? Telling you how much of a good boy you are?” Eddie’s plush lips kiss along his stomach and Steve whimpers when he feels you take him to the back of your throat. “Because you are… making Y/N cum hard with your tongue. Making her all nice and tight for me. E-Even now—mmm—every time she gags on your thick cock she clenches around mine.”

Both men thrust into you at a faster pace and you moan as you watch their lips mingle together. 

Steve abruptly pulls back, chuckling to himself as he gets to his feet.

“Sorry. You both are going to make me cum and I want to cum inside you, Y/N.”

Eddie’s eyes roll back as he falls fully top of you, you two clinging to each other as his hips smack into yours. Whimpering his name, you and he cum at the same time, his pants warming your ear as you run your fingers through his hair. 

Still holding you to him, the metalhead rolls onto his back and shifts his body further down the mattress. 

“Come here, princess.”

You let him maneuver you till you were straddling his face with your back facing the headboard. Steve already seemed to know what to do as he climbed up behind you, taking hold of your waist as you leaned your chest against the other man’s stomach. 

“Goddamn it.”, he mewled as his cock slid into your cunt. 

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Focus on you and him, okay? I got you.”, Eddie purred before his lips attached to your swollen clit. 

“Fuck me.”

“He’s right. You’re so fucking wet and warm, Y/N. Fuck.”

Both men groaned as you rolled your hips, grinding on Eddie’s face as you pushed back against Steve. The man behind you grabbed your shoulder and brought you up to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed and sucked on your neck. 

“Yes. Just like that, Steve.”

“Like that? This what you need, honey?”

As he slammed into you harder, Eddie’s tongue flicked faster against your nub driving you wild as your moans once again turned to screams. 

Your body trembled as you came, all energy leaving your body as you started to fall forward. 

“I gotcha’, baby. You did so good.”, Steve praised gently as he held you to him. 

His jaw went slack as his rhythm stuttered and after a few more thrusts painted your walls with his release. As you began to cry, Eddie moved out from under you as the other boy pulled himself out of your sore cunt and both of them guided you gently to the pillows as they held you. 

“Are these good tears or bad tears?”, Steve asked making you smile. 

“G-G-Good tears. You both just felt so good. I love you so much.”

“You both know I’m not good with words but thank you.”, Steve whispers as he runs his thumb under your eyes. “Because of you…this is our life. I know you went through a lot with your douchebag ex but we have you now and each other.”, he gestures towards Eddie. 

“And you gave us those three weirdos. It’s still so surreal that these little things are calling us dad. But it was the same when we met you. ‘Damn, this beautiful woman is calling us boyfriend and telling us she loves us.’ Now I can’t picture my life without any of you.”

Tilting towards him, you kiss Eddie before turning around to do the same with Steve. 

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“Oh, hey Y/N. What’s going on?”, Vivian inquires with wide confused eyes. 

“Dylan wanted to come hang out with you and Brody if that’s ok.”

“Yeah, oh my god. Of course, he’s watching tv.” She gestures inside and he hugs her before heading that way. 

“I’m ok with this…we all are. As long as Charlie isn’t here to. Dylan still doesn’t want to talk to him at the moment.”

“No. I completely understand. I promise you, he’s safe with me.” When her eyes meet yours you know she’s telling the truth. “Thank you guys. I missed him so much. I tell Brody about his brother all the time.”

You nod as you turn to away from her to head back to the van.

“You alright?”, Eddie asks as he brushes some hair behind your ear. 

“Why would mommy not be okay? Wha you do, daddy!?”

“Oh my god, nothing. I wasn’t asking you.”, he jokes. “Now hush or I’m going to eat all you’re candy when we get home.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t let him.” Aurora smiles when Steve winks at her. 

“Yeah, I’m ok. Thank you. I’m glad the whole gang came with me.” 

James claps as he giggles and points towards you in the front seat. 

“We’re an intimidating bunch, sweetheart. We can kick butt if we need to. Right, princess?”

“Yeah!”, she grins as she waves her hand pretending to use the force. 

“We need to teach James to kick ass to.”

“Eddie!”, you and Steve shout at the same time making the man cackle as Ro covers her mouth at the curse word, giggling just like Dylan had all those years ago. 

“I guess it’s time to bring out the swear jar again, huh baby?”, Steve purposes as he reaches around to rub your shoulders. 

“Oh good. I make enough money now, I can swear all the time.”

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Lemon Mousse

Word Count: 2264

Author’s Note: sorry for the wait lovelies. you know how it goes with finals and work and everything else that life throws at you. should i continue this series? lmk what you think. 

pt.1, pt.2

“Huh, I figured you might not be back for a while.” 

azriel’s head shot up at the sound of your voice. you were beauty and grace and light and love and oh gods you were looking right up at him. “w-what?” did he seriously just stutter? he’s the shadowsinger! he shouldn’t stutter or panic. especially not in front of a faerie who probably couldn’t even care less about him and what he does outside of buying lemon-flavored pastries that he doesn’t actually eat. 

“well, I just assumed that you wouldn’t be coming in since the High Lord announced his trip to the Summer Court?”

of course! for the last few months, whenever azriel’s come in he’s ordered extra pastries just to talk to you longer, and when you asked what they were for he had said something about sharing them with feyre and rhys. 

“oh- well yes of course, but they aren’t set to leave until tomorrow so i thought i’d stop by.”

he watched as you tilted your head, brows furrowed and a pretty pout on your lips, “i must be mistaken then. i thought feyre said they were meant to leave today?”

“change of plans. something about a meeting rhysand had forgot.” azriel was a terrible fae. lying to a beautiful shop owner all because he was to afraid to ask her to dinner. he figured he should muster up the courage soon before she found out that he actually hated lemons and sweets. 

“well, besides the lemon tarts- is there anything else i could get you?” azriel had never seen you look so dim. 

“anything new for me to try?” azriel wasn’t even going to eat it, but he wanted to make you feel better. you always lit up when you talked about your treats. 

“just the mousse.”

azriel was shocked. you normally made it a point to be kind, oftentimes going out of your way to get him out of his own shell. “i like mousse.”

he was hoping you might engage in the lighthearted, flirty banter that you usually did, but was disappointed when you only let out a small huff of acknowledgment and moved to grab the dessert. you gave him his total, a tense smile, and sent him on his way. 

he felt like his heart had been squeezed out of his chest- like he had done something wrong. especially when you didn’t even try to stop him from tipping. 

------------

“now i’m no genius-”

“coulda told you that myself, cass.”

“but i think she knows about your little crush.”

once azriel returned to the house of wind, he immediately told cassian and nesta what happened. he thought they might be able to help, but clearly he was wrong.

“first of all.” he began, “there’s no way she knows about my crush. i happen to be the fucking shadowsinger thank you very much.”

his brother chuckled, “so you admit that you have a crush?”

“i admit that you’re a pain in the ass.”

“oh gods.” nesta was losing patience with the spymaster, “this is seriously starting to get so pathetic, azriel.”

“i don’t know what i did! or if i even did anything? we barely know each other, she- she could be upset about anything!”

“except you know her well enough to know something is bothering her?”

“anybody with eyes could see that she wasn’t okay! it wasn’t something special.”

“you should go check on her.”

azriel looked at nesta like she’d grown a second head, “what?”

“go right before she closes.”

“nesta, i already went once today! if i go again she’ll think something’s up.”

“oh what? like that’s a bad thing?”

“yes!”

“wait,” cassian’s face scrunched up, “i thought you liked her?”

“he does.”

“so what’s the problem?”

“he’s scared she’ll like him back.”

azriel sulked into the couch cushions, “i’m right here.”

“we’re well aware.”

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regardless of how annoying the couple was, azriel still found himself outside the brightly colored shop five minutes left before closing. choosing to ignore his nerves, he pushed past the doors and into the bakery. 

“i’ll be right out!” you called from somewhere in the back. 

azriel figured this conversion would go one of two ways: 

      a. you’d kick him out for bothering you about something personal or

      b. you’d actually want to tell him what was bothering you.

either way he supposed it was best if he just swapped the sign to closed and locked the doors, then he made his way past the counter and into the kitchens. 

it was exactly how he had envisioned it to be. warm and inviting albeit a little chaotic. Flour covered the countertops, a couple of dishes were in the sink, and the floors needed to be swept, but it was entirely you. 

“oh-?”

azriel turned and you might as well have ripped his heart out of his chest, “love?”

your eyes were red and your mascara had smudged beneath your lashes. it was clear you’d been crying and he’d give anything to make sure you were never burdened with tears ever again. 

“sorry, az. i’m actually just about to close so if you don’t mind-”

“what’s happened?”

“i’m sorry?”`

“are you okay?” he meant to ask the question kindly, but it seemed to him that he’d failed when you immediately began to sob, “gods, i- i am so sorry! i didn’t mean to upset you!” carefully, he moved closer to you, hands spread out like you were a wild animal he didn’t want to spook.  

“no- you didn’t i-i just,” you took a deep breath again and before he could ask another ridiculous question, you were crying again. 

“oh, love.” he moved closer before he immediately stepped back again. he didn’t want to frighten you or make you any more uncomfortable than he already did. 

but then you began to cry harder. 

he was unsure of what to do. stepping away made you cry harder, which is what he figured should have happened if he moved closer. you were shaking, trying to hold yourself together and all he wanted was to just hold you. so he gathered up all of his courage and prepared himself in case you pushed him away, and moved to wrap his arms around you.

he half expected you to scramble away from him. azriel knew he was a rather intimidating faerie, he was taller than most, his wings were wide, his hands were terribly scarred, and his whole demeanor normally screamed run away now if you want to live. he assumed if he was lucky you would freeze, but still let him hold you. 

instead, the second he touched you, you wrapped your arm around his middle, burying your head into his chest, and gripped his shoulders like you were afraid someone might tear the two of you apart. 

for a moment azriel didn’t move, shocked that you actually wanted him. 

once he recovered, however, he placed his arm around you, one hand on your hip and the other on the top of your head, bringing you closer to him. 

the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, holding each other tightly in the lemon-filled kitchen, until you lifted your head from his chest, tears dripping down the sides of your cheeks and an, “i’m sorry.” leaving your lips in a defeated whisper. 

“don’t be.” he moved to wipe away your tears, cradling your face in his large hands, pride surging trough his veins when you leaned into his palms. “if you’d like, we could talk about it?”

you began to pull away, “it’s dumb. nothing really.”

azriel was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them. he had been trained to see through a lie, and you were clearly inexperienced in the art of deception. he pulled you closer before you could hide away from him again, “no, it’s not.”

you took a moment to gather yourself, wringing your hands, eyes bouncing around the room at anything that wasn’t the illyrian warrior before you, “does feyre hate me?”

“what?” this was the last thing azriel thought would have upset you. feyre absolutely adored you! she spoke of you often to the inner circle. 

“i just- i just want to know if i’ve done something to upset her. she was the first friend i made in velaris and now she never comes in anymore!”

azriel wasn’t sure what to do. he’d taken feyre’s place as your regular so that he could talk to you, but he never thought it would hurt your feelings. “she doesn’t hate you.”

“well, clara from the night shift has been telling everyone she does. that she got tired of my lemons and only sends you in out of pity!”

“the night shift? the bakery down the block?”

“yeah- with that horrible gray brick!” you grumbled, “her whole building looks like a fucking cinderblock with no personality whatsoever.”

he couldn’t help but lt out an amused snort- he’d never seen you angry before. he thought you looked quite like a mouse, “it is rather ugly isn’t it?”

“with horrible pastries too! i’ve never had such a bland, powdery scone in my life! i’m not sure why our high lady would ever prefer that to mine.”

“she doesn’t.”

“azriel. she hasn’t been here for months. most of my customers came in because they thought she loved my desserts. now business is slow, except for when you come in and your fangirls follow-”

“fangirls?”

“they always come in after and ask what you’ve ordered and get the exact same thing! i’ve had to start lying to them- you know i can only make so much of every treat!”

“love-”

“look if feyre really prefers clara’s treats, she really doesn’t need to send you in to make me feel better okay?”

“she’s never sent me in here.” 

you froze at his words, “what?”

“well, except for the first time.” azriel wasn’t about to ruin your friendship with feyre or your business just because he was afraid to admit his crush. 

“what the hell are you talking about? you get a lemon tart almost everyday!”

“i wanted to see you.”

“azriel-”

“i hate lemons.” azriel let out a breath at his admission. when your brows furrowed and you could only blink at him he began again, “and sweets. but i wanted to see you again, so i convinced feyre to let me come in for her.”

“i don’t-”

“i was too nervous to ask you out to dinner and i didn’t want to ruin my chances of getting to see you again so i kept it to myself. i’m sorry i made you feel like you lost your friend. i’ll tell feyre that she can come in again and I won’t bother you anymore.” azriel turned to walk away from you and out of the bakery when you grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving in embarrassment. 

“you hate lemons?”

“i ugh- yes.” he looked to the ground like a child being reprimanded by their mother. He couldn’t focus not with you touching him. and especially not when you moved your fingers from his wrist to grip his hand in both of yours, bringing it to your chest, and pulling him closer to you. 

“you came in every day to buy lemon-flavored pastries when you hate sweets and lemons?”

“yes.”

“and then you basically paid me double every single time?”

“yes.”

“because you were afraid i might say no to dinner?”

“well when you put it that way-”

before he could defend himself, words tumbled out of your mouth in a rush, “i was thinking about adding on to my menu.”

“what does that have to do with-”

“a new drink menu.”

“i’m not following.”

you smiled up at him, “bitter coffees, protein shakes, limeades, maybe something themed around the inner circle?”

“love-”

“maybe infused milks too? for nyx of course.”

“i really don’t-”

“you’d have to come in, you know- to try them?”

azriel realized that you were giving him an opening. you wanted him to keep coming in, you wanted to see him again. but you weren’t pushing him away or forcing him to ask you out if he wasn’t ready. 

“yeah. i would, wouldn’t i?”

he watched as you let out a soft sigh of contentment, “walk me home?”

he couldn’t think of something he would enjoy more than walking you home, “of course.”

he watched as you finished closing up shop, leaving the dishes for one of your employees in the morning. then as the two of you began walking away from the yellow bakery, you looped your arm through his and smiled before leaning in to whisper something in his ear, “you could’ve asked me out the first time you came in, I would’ve said yes- still would.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

after that the two of you walked in silence for a while- comfortable, not forced. 

eventually you stopped in front of an old building that azriel thought fit you perfectly, “yours?”

“yeah. thanks for walking me home, azriel.”

he scratched the back of his neck, “anytime.”

you squeezed his hand before walking up the steps and unlocking the door then you paused, “azriel?”

“yes?”

“my door’s always open.” you turned to him one last time, “dinner’s usually around eight, and i’ve got this nasty habit of making too much food for one person ya know?”

he smiled brighter than normal, grateful that you were the one to make the first move, “well, we wouldn’t want all that food to go to waste now would we?”

fin

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CHAPTER SEVEN - TOJI

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Within the next few minutes, I’ll be dead. I knew this the moment I saw that blue-eyed freak reappear after when I thought I killed him. Fucking sorcerers and their cursed technique bullshit. Maybe I was too confident thinking I would win the second time. I doubted myself at first, but then I calmed down… No. 

 I was just too confident.

 A world like this wasn’t meant for a monkey like me. I was born into a fucked up family that treated me like shit because I didn’t have any cursed technique. The scar on my lip reminds me of it every day. I got over it, though. I accepted this was my faith. I served my purpose, and it was time for me to go.

 Still, I can’t help but wish I made it out alive. That I had a little bit more time. 

 “Nah,” I replied, vaguely. 

 How am I supposed to answer some cliché question like that? 

 Any last words?

 Why would I tell him that? 

 Tell him about the thoughts and images that’s in my head.

 Tell him that I had a wife who I actually saw some good in me. Good enough to get pregnant and raise a kid together. Tch, me? Toji Fushiguro? A husband and father? I never thought I would live to see the day. And of course, it didn’t last long. 

 My wife died because of an incurable sickness. I never felt pain before. Not when I’m standing here with half my body blown off. Not when my family tortured me. But the day she died, I felt pain. I didn’t cry. I just felt empty. Felt like I had no reason to be decent anymore. How was I supposed to raise a kid by myself? 

 She told me I was going to be okay. 

 I wasn’t okay. 

 I’m a fucked a person.

 A fucked up father.

 . . . I was never made to be a fucking dad. Me selling my son to my family is better than what I could’ve done for him. It wouldn’t make any difference if I was or was not in his life because I would never be good enough to be a father. . . A person. . . But I met. . . Her.

 In my final moments, I think of my late wife, my son, and—

“Dad!” Megumi’s deafening voice wakes me up. “It’s almost five. We have to go to the store.”

  What the…

 What the fuck was that? 

 Lately my mind has been clogged with thoughts and what feels like memories I used to have. Could never decipher them, but that dream was probably the clearest I had. 

 Me being on the verge of death (wouldn’t be the first time), apparently being killed by some blue-eyed fuck. Giving Megumi away to the Zen’in Family? Like fucking hell. I would endure the shit they put me through every day for the rest of my life knowing it would keep my kid safe. I just don’t understand these dreams I’ve been having.

 Are they signs? Is my judgment day coming where I would have to atone to my sins? Some bad shit about to happen to me? Megumi? I don’t fucking know. 

 I don’t care for karma. I don’t care for faith, destiny, or any of that manifestation bullshit. But I do believe in purpose, and sometimes I feel like I don’t have any. That there isn’t any.

 I’m a dad. For what? To fail my son. I was a husband, had my flaws but shit, I tried. And for what? To lose her only after being parents together for eight years? It was unexpected. Nature calling, and at the moment, I never hated whatever fucking god above so much because they took her away from me. 

 From me and Megumi.

 Please take care of Megumi.

 It’s like I can hear her lecturing me about all the times I had our kid eating take out or having him walk home alone from school. 

 Take care of Megumi. . . Yeah, I’m trying.

 I have to do better.

 I need to.

 The little purpose I have is left for him.

 “If you can’t go anymore, can you at least give me the money so I can go by my-”

 “No,” I interrupted, clearing my throat. “No, let’s go. Sorry, kid. Your old man was dozing off.”

 Here’s another thing about being a parent. Being around other parents who force small talk while their kids go off and buy shit. Because we’re parents, that means we have to share funny stories and randomly show baby photos to people you don’t even fucking know. Why? I don’t know, but I bet the mom next to me that has been talking my ears out for the past fifteen minutes could tell you.

 Having Megumi as my kid means he’s going to have most, if not some, of my traits. One of them being how much of a loner I am that appreciates his space. After my failed attempt to walk around with the kid to maybe have some father-son bonding, I figured I just stand at a comfortable distance and let him do his own thing. 

 No pressure. I’m on his time. Not the other way around.

 Still, me standing alone was not a fucking invitation to talk to me.

 I respect women. I do, but I’m two seconds away from telling her to fuck off in the nicest way possible. 

 Though, I have a reason why she approached me to begin with. 

 How she’s invading my space, trying her hardest for me to look at her tits. The extra pout she gives her lips while talking to me. How she’s still asking me one off questions, despite my vague one word answers.

 She’s looking to get fucked, but she’s just too shy to say it. 

 Attractive for most part. Probably five-foot-ten, maybe in her late thirties. Strong perfume. Hair drops right below her jaw. 

 Hm, not my type. 

 “So, here’s another photo-”

 “Sorry, why are you showing me these again?” I abruptly asked. 

 “I—” she stumbles over her words, pushing her hair back while giving me a timid smile.

 “Seems like you had other reasons.”

 “Like?”

 I shrug. “To get fucked.” I can tell that my brute honesty throws her off a bit, but she gathers herself. 

 “Are you offering?”

 “No.”

 She’s probably taken back by my response. I wouldn’t know because I casually walked away to the next aisle. 

 Back in Tokyo, I gained attention, but in America? The women here look at me like I’m a fucking piece of meat. Not that I don’t mind, but shit. 

 What would help if they didn’t waste both our time with trivial chit chat and just cut straight to the chase. 

 Anyways. 

 Told the kid I’ll be walking around the store if he needs me, and of course he replies with whatever . Like I should be surprised. 

 He’s my son, after all. 

 Pretty packed for a Tuesday night at the store. Guess all the parents are out buying their kids shit, too. While Megumi is getting his supplies together, figured I could go to the meat section to make dinner tonight. Probably hot pot for the kid and offal for me. 

  Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this parenting shit right. You know, letting Megumi be by himself to buy things while I roam around. Probably not because I see families throughout the store and they look happy, for the most part. 

 The look on their faces, the light conversations they’re having about who knows what. . . I can tell this is going to be one of those fucking nights for me. 

 Remember there was a point in my life where I was content with the small family I created. My wife. Megumi. Living in the shittiest apartment building back in Tokyo and barely making ends meet. 

 I came from a wealthy family. One of the wealthiest in Japan. I was supposed to be a silver spooned brat that was grateful to be born into money, only later to be beaten and emotionally abused, which eventually left me in the streets. 

 And you know after all the shit those Zen’in fucks put me through regardless of the amount of money I had access to, I’d always choose what I had with my wife and my strained relationship with Megumi. 

 But of course, any good that happens to me is only temporary. Can only imagine how long I have left with Megumi until he turns eighteen and moves far away from me if he decides to go to college. 

 Is it wrong for me to wish my kid would cut me some slack? Probably, but that’s not something I would ever ask him. Though, I can fucking admit that it stings how he addresses me has changed over time. 

 Daddy to Papa, now to Dad. Soon he’ll start being formal and shit by calling me father or even my first name. I guess I should be grateful he’s calling me anything at all. 

 Damn, if I liked alcohol, I would’ve said I need a drink right now. Maybe a few. Being in family settings makes me feel the emotion I hate feeling the most. Vulnerability . 

 It makes me feel weak, like I’m pitying myself. I don’t care for pity. I don't care to say I didn’t deserve to experience trauma. It happened. There’s shit I can do about it. No point for me to keep thinking about it. 

 It’s just hard when your son doesn’t even want to be seen with you in public to go school supply shopping. 

 I need to clear my head. 

 Already worked out twice today, and clearly that’s not working. Maybe some pussy. It’s been a while since I last had sex. Maybe I need…

 Y/N .

 Here I am again thinking about her at the most random fucking times. I said I need her. Would I ever tell her that?  Most likely not. 

 How can I tell a woman that I don’t know that I need her? To be around her and have her bubbly personality overshadow my grumpiness. To stare at her in dead silence and think how fucking pretty she is. How good she smells. How can I tell Y/N that? 

 She’s good company. 

 That’s all she is…

 Soon she’ll see I’m no good. 

  “Miss L /N told me you’ve been doing good in class, kid.”

 Been home with Megumi for about two hours now. School shopping is not fucking cheap, to say the least. My job pays well, but the cost of shit in America is still something I’m trying to adjust to, especially in comparison to Japan. 

 Megumi is the only reason why I haven’t gotten broke yet. 

 “Yeah,” he responds flatly.

 I stuff my mouth with a piece of meat. “Want to talk about it?”

 “Not really.”

 “Alright.”

 There goes that loud silence. 

 I continue, trying to keep conversation. “Food's good?” He nods. “Think you got everything you needed for school?”

 “Yes, Dad.” Annoyance fills his voice, making it very clear that I’m bothering him. 

 “Everything’s okay?” I asked. 

 “Can’t we just eat in silence? Why are you forcing conversation?”

 Oh.

 “Sorry, kid. Just trying-”

 Megumi pushes back his chair, standing up with his plate in his hand. “I’m going to my room. Thanks for dinner.”

 What the fuck am I doing wrong?

 I talk, he’s annoyed with me. I don’t talk, I feel like he’s being neglected again. Not sure if I’m giving Megumi too much space or just enough space, but it’s kind of fucking hard when I don’t how he feels. 

 When you come from an abusive family that doesn't know how to give or receive love, it passes onto you and potentially it’ll pass onto your child. 

 That’s what I’m trying to prevent. 

 I was scared as shit when my wife first told me she was pregnant. I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to be a dad? I don't know what it feels like to have one. But I knew I was going to be okay if I had her by my side.

  I’m a fucked up person. . . A fucked up father. 

 “Fuck, I need to take a walk,” I say to myself. 

 I get up to put the leftovers in the oven so I can finish later. Before I walk out the door, I tell Megumi I’m stepping out for a while and guess what he says? 

 Whatever. 

  Patience, Fushiguro. Patience.

  Be kind to yourself, Toji . That’s what Y/N told me the other day. I have messaged or contacted her at all since I got her number yesterday. Maybe I need to talk to her… see her… just for a little bit. 

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discussion question #3 — the more we see toji and megumi's relationship, struggles are shown between them. more so, on toji's part. do you think he should continue making small talk or allow megumi to come around whenever he's ready? looks like toji is afraid to let that happen because he doesn't want megumi to feel neglected. thoughts?

[xbeezchaos]

BPD Scaramouche Pt.2

We’re back again with another scara with my bpd life experiences. But this time. I’m gonna make a list of things that I’ve done in a relationship and what I feel like he’d do as well. So here you go 🖤

He’s very loyal to you, obsessed really, he loves everything about you

He spends his time with you memorizing everything he could about you. Down to the very last detail.

His love language is a bit of a mix, but the top ones are gift giving and words of affirmation. He enjoyed physical touch a lot contrary to popular belief. But he’s not one to be ok with PDA.

Lots of pet names. And I mean a lot. Not really a trial and error thing but more like the more cute pet names he has for you the better.

His favorites to use are “bubs, honey, and sweetheart.”

Hyper sexual and touchy but also touch starved. Loves the idea of being able to feel you up and be felt up sensually without venturing further after that.

If you’re just friends with him, but give him anything from a pet name to special attention— he’ll flirt with you and become obsessed if it’s enough.

Can and will have meltdowns/anxiety attacks if he doesn’t feel heard when he’s talking or arguing

Will offer to use arson, murder, and multiple kinds of vehicles to crush anyone who hurts or annoys you

Recommends gaslighting as a way to prevent yourself from trouble

Loves stuffed animals. Buys way too many that match his aesthetic and will hurt anyone who gets them dirty.

Will go above and beyond for gifts. It doesn’t matter how much money, time or effort it takes. For you, anything and everything was always worth it.

Will keep a book with your info in it. From blood type to family and friends along with how to contact them

If you’re not home when he is or you disappear. He’ll freak out and do everything in his power to track you down if you’re gone for too long

If the above thing happens and he has to track you down. Where ever you are he WILL tackle you and have a sort of meltdown admitting how he thought something happened to you

He’d rather die than let anyone think they’ll ever have a chance with you. He loves showing you off every where he goes.

He’ll never miss a chance to kiss you. Sit you on his lap, hug you, fight someone for you, or hold your waist and rub circles in them

Is a sucker for love notes/poems. If he’s ever upset with you. No matter how big or small, slip him one of those and he’ll be easier to talk to than ever

Soft spots? Target his neck, hair, waist, and legs. Best way to really overpower him if you want.

If you’re taller than him >>>> use that to your advantage. He secretly loves when you’re taller

Let him pick you up, treat you like royalty. But he will expect the same treatment in return

Hates when people are overly sexual upon first meeting. He’ll push you away and get disgusted

Takes anywhere from a few months to a few years to open up entirely and it all depends on trust

When he gets comfortable he can be so raunchy and down bad it’s scary and can sometimes be addicting. All dependent on your taste

Does well with kids. But hates them. Likes laughing at the dumb stuff they do.

Loves doing your hair. And if he doesn’t know how to do something. He will learn just for you.

Will dress you up like his own little doll, he just loves the idea that he gets to make you all the more pretty and show off the outfits he makes for you to wear throughout your day.

Steals your clothes to sleep with them/wear them around all day. He doesn’t care what it is. If he can fit it into his outfits trust he’s wearing it.

A conversation held after you were gone for a surprise commission for 12 hours:

[Your Name]”What did you do?! There’s 200 missed calls on my phone and over 40 text messages on each app!”

[Scara]“At least you know I care. I even called a few hospitals to make sure you weren’t admitted. So ungrateful.”

[Name] “Why did you do that?! This is so baaad!”

[Scara] “If you think that’s bad wait until you find out I told every hospital we’re engaged to be married. Haha!”

You didn’t find that part very funny

Anyways. This concludes another part to Scara with BPD! Let me know if you’d like more and my ask box is very very open. 💋

[lambertdiary]

hi girl! you're my favorite dalton lambert writer i love your blog sm!! can i plz request a cute fic where dalton and reader are excited about halloween in their off-campus home? maybe not a part two but it does take place in that same universe and reader is kinda excited to buy candy for the kids on their street and dalton thinks its really cute and then he tells her that halloween wasn't as exciting after his coma and y/n feels bad for him so she wants to make it up to him?

sorry if its too specific but thank youu ily

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A/N: THIS WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST. I loved writing it so much and I do have to say I got a little carried away with the idea,  so if this is too cheesy that’s why. Anyway thank you so so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this so please let me know what you think 🫶🏻🤍

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of having kids, EXTREMELY CHEESY, fluff, mentions of Dalton’s coma

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Home Sweet Treats 

One chilly October evening Y/N and Dalton found themselves roaming around one of the local thrift shops looking for Halloween decorations. As soon as the calendar turned to October 1st, they excitedly declared that it was officially ‘spooky season’, but it was especially Y/N who couldn't wait to celebrate their first Halloween in their home. 

“What do you think about this one? Is it too spooky for the kids?” Dalton held up an old looking halloween mask, a big notorious rip at the top.

Y/N stared at it for a moment, trying to picture how it would look outside their house “I think it’s kinda lame”

Dalton scoffed, his eyebrows coming together as he scanned it again “I think it would look okay, we can make him wear a hat to hide the ripped part” Y/N didn’t look too convinced so Dalton put the mask on slowly and held his breath almost immediately, it was an old mask “See? It doesn’t look too bad when it’s over something”

Y/N giggled at this, walking towards him and taking the mask off “Let’s keep it for now in case we can’t find anything else” 

They had spent their weekend exploring every Halloween store they could find, but decorations were a little more expensive than they initially thought so that’s why they ended up scouring thrift shops. They were also planning on picking out a couple of pumpkins from the nearby pumpkin patch and brainstorming costume ideas for the so awaited Halloween party Chris couldn’t stop talking about. But there was one thing that they were the most excited for: buying sweets for the little trick-or-treaters.

Y/N had some fond memories of dressing up and going to every house asking for treats and they were determined to create something memorable for the kids in their neighbourhood, so the spooky decorations outside had to be perfect if she wanted it to be the full experience, and when she shared her idea with Dalton he couldn’t help but love her even more.

A couple of Sundays before the big day, they decided to take the entire day to pick out a couple of pumpkins and carve them. Their trip to the pumpkin patch was quick but a little intense, it was hard to find the ones that were big and steady enough since it was filled with kids and their parents who were looking for the same thing, but once they secured their pumpkins they made their way back to their home.

“So I’ve never actually done this so you’re gonna have to help me” Dalton said with a soft chuckle, laying the pumpkin carving tools on the living room floor.

“Never?” Y/N looked at him in disbelief as Dalton shook his head.

“At least not on my own, when I was a kid my parents used to help us do it but after… you know, my coma, Halloween wasn’t the same”

Y/N came up to him and softly placed a hand on his cheek “I’m sorry to hear that, baby”

“It’s okay, it’s not like I missed out on the Halloween experience, at least I get to do it with you” He replied with a smile.

Y/N nodded and placed a quick kiss on his lips “Then I’ll make sure it’s perfect” She whispered.

They sat next to each other so that Y/N could walk him through the entire process, giving him the steadier pumpkin so it would be a little easier for him.

“We’ll start by cutting out a lid” She grabbed a serrated knife and carefully pushed it into the pumpkin “Make sure you do it with an angle though, otherwise it will fall into it” Dalton was paying close attention to her as she went around the top of the pumpkin, taking his own knife to start with the process “Your lid should be bigger than mine, you hand has to fit inside the whole to take the seeds and pulp out” 

Dalton nodded and did as she said, smiling when the top of the pumpkin came out in a perfect circle. They proceeded to scoop the insides of the pumpkin with a spoon over a plastic bag to avoid making a mess, putting everything in a bowl to try and make a recipe Y/N’s mum had sent her. 

“Do you know what design you want to do?”

“Uh-” Dalton stopped and pulled out his phone, and after a moment he showed her his screen.

“Jack Skellington and Sally? I can barely make a regular face”

“Is it too hard?” Dalton was genuinely asking, he thought it was just like drawing something.

“Well… drawing isn’t the hard part, but we do have to carve it into the pumpkin and that can be a little tricky” Y/N took Dalton’s phone and zoomed into the pumpkins, analysing them closely “There are a lot of tiny details”

“We have the smaller detail sculpting from the carving kit, I think we can make it”

She looked up at him, he had a big smile and hopeful eyes, most likely waiting for Y/N to say yes. She sighed as she gave him back his phone “I’m sure you’ll do great, you’re an artist after all, but you’ll draw mine”

Dalton’s smile grew bigger. He excitedly drew on both pumpkins their respective designs, biting his tongue in concentration as his eyes focused on it. Y/N was right, he did a great job and both pumpkins looked amazing, now all they had to do was actually carve it.

That took a little longer than Y/N had anticipated, since she had never done such detailed faces but she was extremely happy at how they ended up looking, they were identical to the reference photo Dalton had shown her.

“You did fantastic, love” She said, hugging his side.

“We should do this every year” He hugged her back and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist “It could be our very own halloween tradition, we’ll buy the biggest pumpkins and our kids will learn how to-” He said that without even thinking, stopping as soon as he realised. Y/N looked up at him immediately, a smile forming on her face and noticing how his face was going red “Sorry-”

“I think they’ll love it” She interrupted him “And you will be a fantastic pumpkin carving guide” Y/N stood on her tiptoes and placed both hands on his shoulder blades, kissing him softly. Dalton smiled into the kiss, his eyes filling with tears as he thought of his future with her.

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Halloween was just around the corner, it was the weekend before and Y/N and Dalton set out to buy all the sweets they would need to satisfy the little trick-or-treaters in their neighbourhood. Y/N walked through the shop’s hallways as Dalton followed her around with a shopping cart. They filled it with a mixture of chocolates, gummies, lollipops, and other sweets she thought the kids would love and a few others for them to keep.

"You two are going to be the most popular house on Halloween night!" The cashier smiled at them as she scanned everything they were buying, making Y/N and Dalton blush.

Back at their home they were finishing up with their decorations. It was pretty much done and it was already looking great, including the old mask they got a few weeks ago, but Y/N found a big skeleton that would be perfect to hold their sweets. They had everything ready, including their matching costumes for the Halloween party which was a good thing since the days seemed to fly by, and before they knew it, Halloween had arrived.

The plan was to meet Chris back on campus at 8:00 PM, giving them enough time to hand out sweets to at least a few kids before they had to leave. They were getting ready in advance, Y/N had told Dalton how much she loved it when someone in a costume opened the door for them, even though she doubted the kids would know who Ghostface and Casey Baker were.

As the sun began to set, children in all sorts of costumes began to trickle into their neighbourhood and soon enough the first group of kids were ringing on their door bell.

“Quick, should I keep the mask on or off?” Dalton asked, holding the mask next to his face.

“Definitely on, otherwise they’ll think a black long robe is your costume” He nodded and put it on, following Y/N as she made her way to the front door.

“Trick or tick” Four kids said at the same time as soon as they opened the door, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they noticed Dalton’s costume. 

“What do we have here?” Y/N said, taking a handful of sweets and dumping them into their tiny baskets “A fairy, a princess, a witch and a ghost!” “Are you a ghost too?” The little ghost asked Dalton. “Yes, but a cold one, that’s why I’m wearing a robe” He replied, making the kids laugh.

“What do we say?” A woman behind them talked.

“Thank you” They said in unisound, waving them goodbye and leaving their front door.

After that more and more kids started showing up at their door, and Y/N couldn’t be happier. They chatted with the parents, admired the creativity of the costumes, and shared stories of their own Halloween experiences.

Sadly the time for them to leave came, so they placed the remaining sweets in a big decorated bowl outside their door, next to the skeleton. 

“Thank you for doing this with me” Y/N said as Dalton locked their door and took her hand.

“It was my pleasure” He brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss “I think this is the best Halloween I’ve ever had, and that’s thanks to you, darling”

Y/N blushed at the pet name, she was used to them by now but it always made her feel some type of way “I wanted you to have good Halloween, and hopefully next year will be better”

 "Well I can't wait to do it all over again with you"