#anyways i absolutely adore him i hope all of you adore him too please wish him happy birthday he is the most important person today

[chiigii]

ch 175.

WHAT KIND OF FOOTBALL PLAYER...

DOES THE IDEAL CHIGIRI HYOMA WANT TO BE?

12.23 happy birthday chigiri.

[agustdiv1ne]

☾.⋆*･.10:21 p.m. (m) — choi soobin

genre: nsfw so mdni, nerdy boyfriend!soobin, unprotected sex, car sex <3

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you find your boyfriend to be absolutely adorable.

despite his physically imposing aura (thanks to his tall stature), he is most definitely the biggest, softest nerd that you have ever encountered. he can get so shy, hiding his face behind his hands once things grow hot and heavy, his face flushing whenever you place a hand a little too high on his thigh. his chunky glasses and soft, oversized hoodies only serve to make him look even cuter. you find it endearing, how easily flustered he becomes, even after four months together.

it's not like he's a virgin, anyway. he's told you he has had a couple partners before you, and you've had sex with each other a few times thus far, but the freshness of your relationship makes him a little nervous to try new things. it's a little difficult for him to open up about sexual topics, he said, and you respect his wishes of easing into the things that he is unfamiliar with.

so when you find yourself in the back of soobin's car in the middle of an dark, desolate parking lot, straddling his lap with his tongue exploring your mouth — something you haven't tried with him yet — you wait for him to give you the green light. you can feel his cock growing harder underneath you, yet you refuse to give in to the urge to grind down against him. the last thing you want to do is push him too far, but it's hard. it's so fucking hard not to give into your own desires, to keep a clear head when you're so easily intoxicated by his presence.

and so you pull away, fingers trailing down to toy with the button on his jeans, and ask: “do you wanna go further?”

“i’ve, uh,” he breathes, eyes all wide and lips slick with spit. “i’ve never-”

“you’ve never had sex in a car?” you finish for him. soobin nods, and, despite the dim light, you are still able to make out the pretty scarlet blush spreading across his cheeks, eyes squeezing shut behind his chunky glasses for a moment while his takes a deep, shuddering breath. you smile, soft and serene, hoping that it will help calm him down.

“do you want to?” you question quietly as you cup his face in your hands. “we can sto—”

“‘course i do,” he immediately responds, interrupting you, his voice low and slightly husky. he sends you a reassuring smile and squeezes your waist. “only ‘cause it’s you.”

your heart flips in your chest at his admission. trust. he trusts you — you feel it in the way he looks up at you, overflowing with fondness, how he silently encourages your hands to slip under his shirt to slide across the smooth planes of his stomach. the pent up adoration in your heart causes you to surge forward to kiss him again, gathering the hands that respectfully rest on your waist in your own and guiding them down to your hips. he takes the hint and helps you grind down on him. the friction causes delighted sighs to fall from your and soobin's lips.

as he ducks his head to mouth at your neck, you push your hands back up his shirt, slipping the article of clothing up with them.

“want this off,” you exhale. “please.”

he moves back to slip it off completely before he's tugging at your own shirt, a silent plea for you to take yours off, too. you concede, and his hands find your covered breasts right away, squeezing before he slips his hands around your back to attempt to release the clasp — a failed endeavor.

“shit,” he mutters, and you allow a tiny laugh at his furrowed brows. you reach behind you to help him, the clasp coming undone easily, and he groans as the fabric finally comes off. big hands cup them as his lips latch onto one of your hardened nipples, the other one being stimulated by his thumb.

“so good, fuck,” you cry out when he bites down a little. your hips move faster against him, growing more desperate as he continues his ministrations. you feel as if you’re going to burst as soon as he shoves your shorts aside to brush against your folds, a surprised moan tearing from your throat when his slick-coated fingers start to rub quick circles against your clit. “soobin!”

he moans at the sound of his name, unrelenting as he continues to mouth at your tit, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy. you're grinding against his hand in desperation, arching your back to further push your chest against his face, doing anything in your power to chase the delicious orgasm building in your stomach.

“gonna cum, baby. please don’t stop,” you airily whimper, and this seems to spur him on further. his fingers seem to circle faster against your weeping bud, his lips sucking and nipping at your breast until you’re quaking above him, the cord inside you snapping. you squeal and slump into him, high pitched moans pouring from your lips as he helps you ride out your high.

the pleasure slowly subsides, and you remove your face from his neck as your hands moves down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. he whines at the sensation.

“can i ride you?” you ask, still panting from your first orgasm. he bites his lip at your question.

“fuck, yeah,” he says. “want you so bad.”

“want you too, ‘bin.” you shift off of him for a moment to take your shorts off, growing a little shy as he watches you shed your panties as well. in the meantime, he has slipped his pants halfway down his thighs and taken his cock out of his boxers. it stands tall against his stomach, unbelievably hard and big and veiny, with a slight upward curve that you love.

you straddle him once more, grinding your bare pussy against him until he's begging for you to put it in. you pump him a few times as your thumb rubs against his tip to spread his precum around the mushroomed head.

“please, god, fuck,” he hisses as you continue to tease him. “please put it in, can’t take it.”

“so polite,” you giggle before you’re lining him up and slowly sinking down with a drawn-out moan. the stretch nearly makes you drool. he’s immediately whimpering, sighing loudly when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

“so f-fuckin’ tight and warm,” he whines as you fully sit on him, taking your time to adjust to his size. 

“only for you,” you mewl, and then you’re moving, rolling your hips and keening at the fullness. soobin’s hands find purchase on your hips once more, guiding your movements in such a way that the head of his cock directly presses against the spot inside you that causes your legs to shake. the heady air inside the car makes it difficult to breathe. a bead of sweat slides between the valley of your breasts.

“right there?” he asks, and you can tell that he’s searching for praise. his glasses have grown as foggy as the car’s windows, and so you hum in confirmation as you slip them off and set them on the seat next to you. your hands slip under his jaw and avert his attention from your chest to your eyes. the blush that once covered his cheeks has now spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. his pretty, plump lips are parted, allowing pants and sighs and whimpers to escape. you’re nearly beaming at the sounds, remembering how shy he used to be about making them — you are truly ecstatic to see how much he’s opened up. 

“feels so, o-oh— so good, baby,” you coo between moans. suddenly, a thumb finds your swollen clit, and you squeal as your walls clench around him. he knows how to make you weak for him, especially after he realized just how sensitive you get after your first high; your boyfriend has started to use it to his advantage.

“just got so much tighter, fuck. fuck, gonna cum soon, love. are you, ngh, you close?”

you nod rapidly in response, capturing his lips again. you swallow each others moans as both of your chase your highs. “please make me cum, ‘bin. please,  p-please.”

his thumb moves even faster, his free hand tweaking one of your nipples and then your thrown overboard, another high hitting you like frigid water. your entire body shivers in pleasure as he continues to thrust into you.

soobin cries out as your walls pulse around him, and suddenly he pulls out, jerking himself off until he releases onto your stomach with the prettiest whine that you've ever heard. you're both panting, staring at each other in disbelief.

“holy fuck,” he finally whispers after a few moments of silence. “that was so good.”

“yeah,” and that’s really all that comes to mind. your mind is a little hazy after two intense orgasms, and he can tell, hands rubbing up and down your sides until that slight fog clears up.

you grin, tired yet deeply affectionate. “you’re amazing.”

his face grows a little warmer at the praise, and he responds with a shy, lethargic chuckle. “no, you.”

“no, you.”

“no, y—”

you press your lips against his again to shut him up. grabbing his glasses, you slip them back on before your fingers move up to press down the cowlick that always seems to pop up during your sexual endeavors.

“‘m all sticky,” you pout. much to your surprise, he gathers his release on his fingers.

“wanna taste?” he asks, and though you’re not sure where this sudden boldness bloomed from, you nod. he feeds you his cum until no more is left on your tummy, and then he pulls you in to hold you against him.

“we need to take a shower,” he notes after a brief moment, and you deliver a light pinch his arm. “hey!”

“just hold me for a bit,” you murmur. his arms wrap around you a little tighter. “then we can go to my place.”

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your social media aus are amazing!! i was wondering if you could do a private relationship between charles x singer!reader (fc: olivia rodrigo) but fans find out?

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[mishmosh-chaos]

Dance With The Dragon || Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Oneshot ||

A/N: Hi! You don't know me, but that doesn't matter 😄 What matters is I got hooked on HotD and that crazy-but-kinda-adorable-because-of-it Daemon Targaryen madman and I couldn't focus on any of my other WIP's (yes, I write with my main blog, too) until I got this out of my head 😅 Sorry if this sucks big time, but oh well, here it is anyway!

(English is not my main language, so please don't mind any mistake you might stumble upon!)

Your head began to pound as yet another loud cheer pierce your ears, and the air reeked with the mixture of sweat, blood and horse manure, only intensifying that pounding. You despised being here, dragged by your father to another tournament for gods only know what reason it was organized. You certainly didn't bother to remember.

You damn well knew why your father always insisted to drag you and your sisters to this events, even if he never openly said it. He so much hoped that any of you would catcht the eye of some high Lord or a like as a potential for marriage. And you, as being the oldest of the three, were his highest hope for it, which only made you hate these events more.

Not being ablet to stand the noise and the smell any longer, you stand up and hasty start to leave, not paying the slightest attention to the scornful stare from your father following your every step. You just had to get away from here and all this commotion.

The more you advanced away from the tournament it was easier to breath, but you didn't stop, you kept going until you were absolutely sure that not even the slightest sound of the crowd was reaching you any longer.

Slowing down, you become aware of your surroundings and notice a stone bench a few steps away, sittuated in the shade of a tall tree. Walking to it, you sit down closing your eyes, and take a deep breath.

You knew that you can't stay her for very long, but right in this moment, no matter how short it might be, you appreciated this blissful silence around you, with nothing but gentle whistle of wind occasionaly caressing your skin.

Not even a minute later that same gentle wind carry a strong male voice your way disturbing your peace „Are you lost, my Lady?“

„Do I look lost?“ you hiss back keeping your eyes closed, hoping that who ever it was would recognize the annoyance in your voice and just leave you be.

„Are you always this impolite when someone offers help?“ he speaks again, your frustration skyrocketing realizing that this person wasn't about to leave any time soon.

„And are you always this pestering and can't understand when someone wishes to be left alone!?“ you almost yell standing up and furiously turning around, only to get your breath caught as you instantly recognize the man standing in front of you.

No other than Daemon Targaryen turned out to be the person you just raised your voice at. You've been dying for a chance to even speak to him, praying to every god known to you for him to show up at any of these boring tournaments since the first one you got dragged to. He was your silent suffering, the star of your wildest dreams, and now when your prayers have finally been answered, you end up yelling in frustration at him. How wonderful.

„I've been called many things,“ he starts to speak, his violet eyes curiously observing you „but pestering... I believe it hasn't happened till now.“

„There's first time for everything.“ you blurt out in response, instantly cursing inside for being unable to control that damn tougue of yours. And if you continue like this, you will be lucky if you leave this place alive.

To your surprise, Daemon laughs amused „You are absolutely right, can't argue there.“

Interesting you think to yourself, maybe you haven't messed up completely yet and there is still a chance to come out of this with some kind of success.

„I'm glad the Prince agrees, even though my words might of sounded a bit harsh.“ you say humbly and lower your gaze hoping to sooth the previous damage even more by doing so.

„The truth usually is harsh. But that's no reason not to say it.“ Slowly rising your head, you meet his firm gaze and he adds with a sneer smirk „Mostly.“

Unable to control yourself, again, you snort averting your look „Everyone deserve a dose of harsh truth sometimes, no matter the rank of heritage they might belong to.“

Oh for the love of it, that damn tongue of yours has really over did it this time. If there was any chance before to salvage this, it was absolutely and unquestionably ruined now.

Taking a deep breath, you boldly look back at him, ready to suffer whatever consequences for your words.  But once again, you get utmost surprised seeing his face.

There was no trace of anger or anything negative on it, not at all. Instead, his violet eyes darkened, and he was staring at you with admiration and unhindered desire in them.

„Interesting thought, Lady...“

„I- Y/N, my Prince.“ It took you a moment to find your voice, being hyptnotized by his intense stare.

„Lady Y/N.“ he smiles and bows his head in curteous nod. „And I would love to stay and hear more about it, but duty calls so, unfortunately, I must bid you farewell.“

„But ofcourse, my Prince, do not let me keep you away from more important things.“ you return the bow, barely managing to hide the sorrow out of your voice knowing your time with him has come to an end so suddenly.

„Just one more thing before I leave.“

„My Prince?“ you question back intrigued.

„I assume you are here for the tournament, am I right?“

„That is correct.“ you reply short.

„So why are you hiding here then?“ he inquires curiously.

„To be honest, my Prince, I got bored and just needed a change of scenery.“

„Ah, what a shame to hear this,“ he begins sounding dissapointed „as I was about to participate in the tournament myself, and the presence of your beauty there would be much...encouraging. “

You couldn't believe your ears! Was this really happening? Was the rogue Prince really sweet talking and thought of you as worthy and interesting enough to try and win you over? Not that you needed much of his sweet talk, you were alraedy screaming internally just from this unexpected encounter of yours.

„Oh, You are?“ you decide to play along without hesitation „Well that changes everything then.“

„It does?“

„Ofcourse it does, my Prince.“

„And how so, Lady Y/N?“ he asks genuinely interested.

You smile mischievously „The Dragon is about to enter the game, and I wouldn't want to miss that for the world.“

„In that case, you should better hurry back so you don't miss the whole show.“

By they way that he spoke and stared at you, there was no longer any doubt that he was interested in you. A lot.

„Indeed I should.“ you say, but not wanting to miss this opportunity to strenghten your chances, you speak again „But, before I leave, If it's not to bold of me, may I ask a favore from my Prince?“

„A favore?“ he repeats, and you could clearly notice curiosity in his voice.

„Oh, don't worry, it's nothing much.“ you say with a shy smile „It's just – I hope you will honor me with the promise to save a victory dance for me at the celebration later.“

„And what makes you so sure I will be victorious?“ he speak back with a laugh.

„How could I not be sure? After all, who could be more successful than the Dragon himself.“

You watch amused as his eyes sparkle, turning his intense stare to a lustful one „Be careful what you desire for, Lady Y/N. Haven't anyone warn you not to tease the dragon? They are known to be...unpredictable. And they tend to bite.“

„Oh,I'm well aware of it, my Prince.“ you say using your most charming voice and slowly begin to walk. Briefly pausing your steps beside him, your turn and lean your head slightly towards him, smile and add enticingly „In fact, I'm counting on it.“

You walk away then with satisfied smirk on your face, leaving entranced Daemon behind, feeling his hungry lustful stare following you. You might not be sure where this will lead to or how it might end, but you were absolutely certain in one thing: tonight, you will be dancing with the dragon - literally and figuratively.

[burnthoneydrops]

Hi could you please possibly write and imagine where Jamie tartt surprises you at work (I work in childcare) cause he knows it’s been a stressful day. Thank you

Proud of You (j.t. x teacher!reader)

pairing: jamie tartt x teacher!reader

warnings: language

word count: 742

a/n: awww this request was so cute! It got kinda weird in the middle but i thought it was funny so enjoy!

Cooking breakfast was the only thing currently calming you down. Your first day as a new teacher was freaking you out, but right now, you were just focused on not overcooking your eggs. As you pushed the eggs around in the pan, your phone buzzed. Jamie texted you, wishing you good luck on your first day, as he knows how nervous you’ve been for basically the whole summer. You adore the idea of being a teacher, but now that it’s actually a reality, you’re feeling a little more apprehensive than you thought. 

After finishing up breakfast, you’re packing your bag when you get a FaceTime call. “Hey love, what’s up?” You ask, now staring at Jamie’s face through a screen. 

“Just finished training with Roy, wanted to see how you were feeling,” he explains. Training with Roy was something they started last season, before Roy became the new manager, and even though he technically didn’t need to anymore, you thought it was cute. 

“Oh, you know, fucking nervous but trying not to show it”. 

“Afraid it might manifest and you’ll actually have something to worry about?” Jamie tilts his head. This boy knew you so well.

“Yeah, but if I don’t think about it, it’ll be fine. How was training?” 

“Good, yeah. Roy’s knee is still bothering him, though he insists that it’s not”. You grab your bag, placing it over your shoulder before you open your front door, grabbing your water bottle and keys on your way out. 

“He knows he doesn’t have to keep doing this right?”

“Yeah, I tell him all the time but we keep doing it anyway,” Jamie sighs, though you know he also likes the one-on-one time. “Alright well I’ll let you drive off. You’re gonna smash it babe, no doubt”. He fist bumps you through the screen. 

“Thanks love, I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” 

“Sounds good”. You say your goodbyes and hang up. Now you’re sitting in your car with nothing but a black phone screen and your thoughts. Instead of dwelling too much in the dark abyss that is your anxiety, you decide to blast some music as you pull out of the driveway, hoping you won’t have a noise complaint from your neighbours later. 

The kids are an absolute nightmare. Sure, they’re seated comfortably on the reading rug, but you can see them judging you behind their curious eyes and- calm down! They’re just nine year olds, what are they going to do? It’s not too long into story time that your headmaster knocks on the door and alerts you that all the children are to meet in the gymnasium for a surprise assembly. You gather all the children in a straight line and walk them to their desired location before sitting them down in a row at the front of the collection of benches. 

“Now, we’ve got a special guest- or two special guests for you rather. Please, put your hands together for…AFC Richmond’s new manager Roy Kent and star player Jamie Tartt!” The headmaster starts the round of clapping as he steps aside. Jamie and Roy waltz in front of the children, and you have to keep your jaw clenched, lest it fall open in surprise. 

“Well, as you all may remember from last time, I’m not much for public speaking or school, but this time I’m Richmond manager, so we thought it might be good to have an updated fuck-about, and teach you lot some new tricks”. The kids all start to cheer as Roy swings his arm, signalling to them to move to the playground. As they all start walking, Jamie lingers behind just to catch up with you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You question, keeping a slow pace with him. 

“Convinced old Royo to do another school visit so I could come see you, that’s all”. 

You throw your arms around his neck and stop both of you in your tracks. “You are the sweetest boyfriend on the planet Jamie Tartt”. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “not in front of the kiddos,” he picks your arms off of him. “How are they by the way?” 

“About as scary as I thought, but I think I’ll make do”. 

“Proud of you babe, always am,” Jamie sneaks an arm around your waist as the two of you keep walking. He always did know how to keep a smile on your face.

[joshym]

Lilac Moon: Chapter 3

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+

Warnings: (specific to this chapter) alcohol use, a good amount of angst, some pretty fluffy fluff, lot’s of cursing (sorry, lol), an almost physical fight, mentions of past trauma, mentions of anxiety (future chapters WILL contain smut, so MINORS DNI)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

a/n: this story means a lot to me, & i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i love writing it. 🤍

with that being said, i just want to reiterate that this is a complete work of pure fiction, & this is not in any way meant to be reflective of real life.

as always, don’t be afraid to let me know what you think, & let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. :)

love you all so much!

-lis🤍

You stayed the whole night with Josh, wrapped up with him in the chill of the night. It was an accident; you hadn’t planned on staying at this house, sleeping in his arms in the serenity of his backyard. But he’s so comforting, so calming…you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to be with him just like this for the rest of your days. 

You’re falling for him, and you’re falling fast.

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The peace of the morning has settled in. You're awoken by the melodic sounds of the birds chirping their forenoon songs. The sun is just beginning its dawn, the dew ever present on the grass.

Your body slowly rises and falls with his, his breathing still indicating the patterns of a deep sleep. He’s so warm. His comforting scent penetrates your senses. His arms are wrapped snug around your body, keeping you safe and close to him. You wish this could last forever. You wish the rest of the world would go on, leaving the two of you alone in this bliss you have created together.

You finally start to come to a bit more, your mind wandering out of its dreamlike state. You stretch your stiff limbs, causing him to stir as he’s starting to wake up, too. Half asleep, he leans down to give a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“Mm, good morning. At least I think it’s morning, anyway.” His voice is deep and raspy, still sleep laden.

You suddenly come fully to your senses, realizing that you accidentally spent the entire night with him, sleeping under his pergola in the backyard. You quickly grab your phone to investigate the time.

6:18am

“Holy shit, oh my god. I’m so sorry, Josh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that.”

You lift your body off of him, finding he’s almost reluctant to break the embrace, but does it anyway.

“Why would you be sorry? I don’t mind at all. It’s actually the most restful sleep I’ve gotten in a long while.”

“I just hate to be so intrusive. This is your home, I shouldn’t have stayed all night like that. That’s so rude of me. I’m so sor-” he cuts you off before you can apologize for a second time.

“Y/n, please.” He sits up on the couch to be eye level with you, smiling a toothy grin at your embarrassment that he finds adorable. His hair is in a fluffy mess from sleeping outside all night, but it’s wonderfully charming to you. “Don’t say sorry. I’m happy you stayed. It gets a little lonely here sometimes and you’re fantastic company.” He lifts your hand to give it a quick peck.

“Well, I guess this means I have to make you breakfast now, huh.” He gives you a sly wink, making you blush as you both break out in a set of sleepy giggles. 

He leads you in the house. You’d only seen his home in artificial lighting since you came over so late, but now, you’re seeing it in the glow of the day. The rising sun has encapsulated the space in a warm golden tone showcasing the architectural detailing and his elegant decor. There’s one wall in the living room that is entirely made up of floor to ceiling windows with a view of the forest behind it. You’re in absolute awe as you take it all in.

You’re in desperate need of freshening up, so you ask him where the restroom is. He points down the long hallway, telling you it’s the second door on your right.

You take your time to splash some water on your face, use the small brush you keep in your purse to fix your hair a little, and you’re thanking your lucky stars that you always carry around a travel sized toothbrush and toothpaste set.

Once you feel a little more presentable, you head back to the kitchen to find Josh rummaging through his fridge and cabinets for ingredients to make breakfast. 

“What can I help you with?”

“Uh, absolutely nothing. You’re my guest and you will be treated as such. I am but your humble servant.” He bows to you, then walks over to the first seat at the island and pulls it out for you. “Your throne awaits, my dear.” 

“If you insist, good sir.” You can’t even begin to hide the smile taking over your face. 

“Sir, huh? Kinda like the sound of that.” he says with a sly wink as you both laugh.

Any other time you’ve stayed at a man’s house, it usually involves sex that is less than pleasurable for you, and the mornings consist of them practically shoving you out of the front door. (if they even let you stay that long)

But with Josh, it’s completely different. He didn’t need sex from you last night. He was perfectly content with just being with you, being in your presence. Completely okay with just a kiss, the most beautiful kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone. A kiss that happened when you were in the depths of explaining the most vulnerable parts of yourself that he wanted to know about. And not only that, he wants to cook for you this morning.

What is happening?

You’re watching intently as Josh gathers his ingredients for what appears to be quite the meal he has planned.

“So what are you making me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he says with a smirk.

“Oh no. You’re not going to poison me, are you?”

He huffs out a laugh. “ Of course not. Unless you’re allergic to blackberries.” He puts some blackberries in a pot on the stove, stirring in a mixture of lemon juice, vanilla and water. “I’m making a blackberry compote to go on top of our french toast.”

“Oh! That sounds amazing, Josh!”

“Well, don’t give me too much credit. It’s a Jacob specialty. He’s a far better cook than I. But don’t ever tell him I said that. Wouldn’t want it going to his head.”

He lets the compote come to a boil before meticulously mixing in a little cornstarch.

“Jakes a cook?”

“Oh absolutely. He’s been cooking for the better part of our lives now. And I don’t mean he makes some measly pasta dish with premade sauce in a jar from the store, he is up to par with the professionals. I love all things culinary, but I don’t hold a candle to him.”

He continues stirring his concoction until it’s thick enough to his liking. He puts a little on a spoon, blowing on it until you can no longer see steam. He walks over to you and gently holds the spoon up to your mouth. 

“Here, tell me what you think.”

You look in his eyes while you taste it, this moment feeling awfully romantic.

“It’s perfect.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yes, I do! Josh, are you sure you don’t need my help? You’re doing too much, I feel bad just watching you slave away.”

He walks back over to the stove to begin preparing the toast.

“Like I said, you’re my guest. I don’t get to do this often, so let me spoil you, okay?”

You nod and smile in agreement while you watch him finish the toast. He decorates your plates to near perfection, taking his time to drizzle the blackberry compote on top of the toast in a certain design. He tops it off with a little powdered sugar before setting your plate in front of you.

“Ladies first.” he says, signaling you to take the first bite. He watches you closely as you do so, anxiously awaiting your reaction.

“Well? How is it?”

“My compliments to the chef. Or should I say, the far less cuisine-talented Kiszka twin.” He covers his face in an attempt to conceal his laughter. “No seriously. This is incredible. Thank you for doing this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to. I don’t get to have people over here often, in fact I don’t even get to be here as much as I’d like, so this is nice.”

You both finish your breakfast, talking about anything and everything that graces the forefront of your minds. You talk a little about the tour and he offers some life-on-the-road advice to you, you talk some more about music and the future for both of your bands, things of that nature. 

“Just so you know, I’ve been down the rabbit hole that is Lilac Moon.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Been listening to your music, watching your videos…I know I’ve already said this, but you’re pretty fantastic. Your stage presence is outstanding, y/n. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do in an arena. Lilac Moon truly deserves to be on a bigger stage.”

“Well, thank you. It’s going to be a change of scenery, that’s for sure.”

As much as you feel your music is going nowhere, that’s not entirely true. Your band has roughly 60,000 monthly listeners on Spotify, which is pretty damn good for a group that rarely leaves its home state. You’ve also been featured on NPR Music's YouTube channel for a Tiny Desk concert. That’s no small feat. The bands’ Instagram page has nearly 80,000 followers, with your own personal page reaching close to 30,000. You’ve been able to do multiple professional live recordings for various radio stations, even have two music videos out for your original songs. The recording of your first EP, self funded, of course, was a pivotal moment. It garnered a lot of attention from people, and its success allowed for a second one to be recorded and released within just a few months. Things aren’t quite as stagnant as you feel they are, it's Jay that has made you believe that it’s not enough. He’s convinced you that fame is all that matters, and you’ve allowed yourself to believe it. You know that’s not true. Those things don’t matter. The music matters the most, and that’s your true love. You’re finding that you’re starting to fall in love with that aspect of it all again. 

“I uh, also happened to stumble upon a cover you all did at a few shows. A little number called Safari Song, I believe? Can't seem to remember who does that one…hmm..” he giggles at the blush creeping on your face. 

Lilac Moon has performed that song countless times in front of audiences. Obviously a crowd favorite.

“Gee, I can’t remember who does that one either.”  you say to him with a wink.

“I have to admit, I’m incredibly nervous, Josh. I mean, what if they don’t like us? I doubt many of them know us…I just…I don’t handle criticism well…I know that’s something I have to fix if I want to continue any kind of career in this field. I’m just nervous. This is the biggest thing to ever happen to us…I’m terrified they’ll hate us.”

“Ah, I remember those feelings quite well. It can be frightening, I know. But I can promise you this: they’re going to love you. I know our fans. They’re some of the most accepting, loving people. They feel it from us, and they reciprocate it. Just go out there with love, and they’ll love you right back. Love is the key.”

He pats the top of your head in a silly, loving way to reassure you a little extra.

“But you should know this already, I mean you are one of them, after all.” he says with a wink. “Just how big of a fan are you, anyways? Just out of curiosity. I hope you’re not a crazed, stalker type. If you are, well, you’ve done a good job of it because you’re in my house.” he says with a boisterous laugh.

“Well, I went to as many shows as I could back in the day. Got a few guitar picks, a drum stick. You even handed me a rose one time.”

“What? You know…” he stops to ponder in thought a bit. “Yeah…yes! I remember you! Oh my God, how could I have forgotten this. You and Ivy! I remember seeing you at tons of shows, and I remember handing you the rose.” He taps his fingers on his chin while he thinks. “St. Louis. Ballpark Village in 2017. You were wearing the most lovely purple dress with these huge sleeves that were just beautiful…and you had the most wonderful flowers in your hair. That’s why I wanted to give you the rose, because of your flowers. Such a lovely sight.”

You’re left in complete shock. His memory is serving him right, because that’s exactly what you were wearing. 

“I can’t believe you remembered all of that. That’s just…how on earth do you still remember that? It’s been so many years, and you’ve done thousands of shows since then..”

“You just spoke to me, I guess. You were so sweet, so gentle in the mix of people who were screaming at the top of their lungs. You just radiated this energy that I didn’t feel from anyone else in the crowd. You were there for the music, for the peace it brought you, I could tell.”

You’re struck aghast at hearing this from him, because he’s absolutely right. You always felt a sort of peace at their shows. They felt eerily intimate to you, and you can’t believe he picked up on that from the crowds of people that surrounded you.

“Wow, Josh. I’m just astounded. I never knew you noticed me, let alone remembered me.”

“Look at you, y/n! I’d be crazy to not remember the likes of you, sweet girl. Like I said last night, the universe is mysterious. It wanted our paths to cross again, and now look what’s come of it? It’s a wonderful thing.”

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You’ve been so lost in conversation that you don’t even realize three hours have gone by.

You start to help Josh clean up in the kitchen when you hear his phone going off.

“Shit. Hold on, I have to get that.”

He answers it, opting to put it on speaker. You’re taken aback by this. This man really has nothing to hide, and nothing to hide from you. It’s a sweet, seemingly insignificant gesture that makes you smile to yourself.

“Where the fuck are you?” You recognize Jake's voice instantly, and he’s not thrilled.

“Oh fuck, man. I totally forgot. What time was I supposed to be there?”

“You were supposed to be here over an hour ago to get hair and makeup done, Josh. The shoot starts in 30 minutes. You better get your ass over here now.” You hear Sammy’s unmistakable laughter in the background, clearly mocking his older brother's irresponsibility.

“Tell Sam to shut the fuck up. I’m on my way.”

You hear the call disconnect from the other end.

“I’m so sorry, Josh. This is all my fault.” 

“No, don’t be. It’s just a silly magazine. They want us pretty damn bad for this next cover, so they aren’t going anywhere.”

You help him get the last few things tidied up in the kitchen before grabbing your stuff to head out the door with him. He walks you to your car, opening your door for you but stops you before you get in.

“Can we- can we do this again sometime? I know we’ve both got busy schedules with everything coming up. But I really, really enjoyed talking to you. I’m sorry if I got a little carried away last night. I just couldn’t help myself and-” you’re not sure where or how you got this sudden courage, but you grabbed him lightly by his shirt and brought him to your lips in a sweet, longing kiss to cut off his apology. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, bringing you even closer to him.

“Don’t be sorry.” you whisper as you move away slightly from his lips. “I would love to do this again. Soon, I hope?”

“Yes, very soon. Every night if we can.” 

You meet each other in another kiss but it’s cut short as Josh’s phone is going off yet again, presumably Jake.

“I really hate to, but I have to go. Text me, okay?” 

“I will.” you say as you sit in the driver's seat of your car.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Bye, y/n.”

He smiles as he shuts your car door. You watch him walk to his jeep. He looks wonderful in the sun, effortlessly stunning. The butterflies in your stomach are in a fluttering mass. You’re not sure what any of this means or where it could possibly be going, but you’re welcoming all of it with open arms.

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Your mind is racing on your drive home. In fact, you decide to take the long way to your apartment to give yourself some space for deep thought. You love to take long drives to just let yourself think, to let yourself be.

You decide to skip going home right away, opting to drive yourself to Ivy’s to see if she’s home. You have to talk to someone, and who better than your very best friend. 

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief when you pull up to her complex to see her car in her usual parking spot.

It’s not out of the ordinary for the two of you to show up to each other’s places unannounced. You even have a key to her apartment, and she owns one to yours as well.

You lived together briefly upon moving to Nashville, that is until Jay came into the picture. He moved in with you and essentially forced Ivy out. She didn’t take it well, and you can’t blame her one bit. He always said it was for ‘privacy.’ You hated that you let him do that. You hated that he tried to put a wedge between you and Ivy. It left a dent in your friendship for a while, and as much as she says she forgives you and doesn't place the blame on you, you can’t help but feel shameful for letting him run your life the way he did. Despite all of it, it somehow made you and Ivy stronger in the end. Your friendship has stood the tests of time and tribulation.

You make it up the steps to the second floor of the complex and let yourself in the front door of her apartment. It’s still early, so you have no doubt she’s still asleep. 

As you walk inside, your theory is confirmed when you see her sprawled out on the couch in a deep sleep. You giggle a bit as she has always been notorious for falling asleep on the couch almost every night.

You sit down next to her and try to wake her up without scaring the shit out of her. She’s also notorious for getting a bit aggressive when she’s startled awake. 

“Ivy…wake up. It’s me. We have to talk, like now.” you say in a hushed tone.

She starts to wake up a bit, tossing around to grab her phone that's buried in the cushions.

“What the hell are you doing here so early? Why are you even up?”

“I wasn’t at home last night..”

“Wha-what?” She's more awake now, sitting up in a better position to talk.

“What do you mean? Where were you? I literally dropped you off after practice.”

“Well, I was home for a bit. Then I got a text from Josh…”

Her eyes are now fully open and displaying shock as she’s scanning your face, desperate to hear the rest of your tale.

“Wait, what? What did he say? Did you hangout with him?”

“Yeah, I mean I don’t think that was his initial intention. He just wanted to apologize for being so sappy at the restaurant yesterday. He said some beautiful things, Ive. That’s why I was about to cry.”

She nods her head as if to signal you to keep going.

“Well, then he asked about Jay and why he’s such a prick. I told him it was a long story. One thing led to another, and he asked me to come over to have some wine and talk. So, I did.”

She has the biggest smile on her face, her eyes squinted almost entirely from her grin.

“And you stayed? All night? Holy shit, y/n. You slept with Josh. You slept with Joshua fucking Kisz-” you interupt her with an obnoxious laugh at her ridiculous assumption.

“Ivy! We did NOT sleep together. I mean, we slept together, but we didn’t fuck. Jesus, get your mind out of the gutter.” You playfully slap her arm. “We did kiss, though…and I told him about my dad. I don’t know what happened, it just..did. It happened so quickly. I felt so safe with him.”

“You kissed him? Y/n, oh my God. Tell me everything. Who initiated?”

“I told him a little about my experience with my mom…and you know me, you know I don’t talk about these things. I told him about how my dad instilled in me this passion for music that I have. I started to cry, and he said he wanted to kiss me…and I told him to do it..”

“That’s…that’s amazing, y/n.”

“And he listened to me, Ivy. He actually listened to me. He was so..intentional. I felt so heard. I think that’s why I fell asleep with him. It just…it felt nice, you know? Maybe I’m overthinking everything…and odds are this doesn’t mean anything. But it just felt really…nice.”

Ivy leans in and wraps you in a hug. She knows all too well of the struggles you’ve faced, and she knows how hard it is for you to talk about it all. The two of you share a bond together that no one else will ever be able to fully comprehend. She’s also been through her fair share of traumas, so the two of you understand one another in a way that is different from other relationships in your lives.

“Okay so..is there anything else I need to know?”

“He cooked me breakfast this morning.”

“What the fuck. This man isn’t real. There’s no way. It’s too good to be true.”

You both laugh at this, and you halfway agree with her.

“If I wasn’t there, I don’t think I’d believe it myself. You know my track record with men is absolute shit. I mean I even apologized for staying all night, and he practically thanked me for staying. Said he gets lonely. And he wouldn’t even let me help him with breakfast. It was so sweet.”

“What did he make you, anyway?”

“The most incredible french toast I’ve ever had. He told me it’s Jake's recipe. Apparently Jake is some high-end chef. Isn’t that amazing?”

Ivy perked right up at that.

“So, since you’re all chummy with Josh, can you set me up with his outrageously sexy, guitar-god of a twin?”

You both burst out in a fit of giggles.

“You are absolutely ridiculous.”

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You’ve spent the entire day with Ivy. Relaxing, watching your favorite tv shows, eating snacks. You’ve been so busy with Lilac Moon lately that it’s been hard to find time to just rest, so you’re grateful for the opportunity that arose today.

You held off from texting Josh at the risk of seeming too eager, but you were starting to feel guilty that your promise fell through. You decide that it’s probably okay to text him, given it’s been several hours since you saw him so you shouldn’t look that desperate.

You: How did the photoshoot go? Jake didn’t kill you for being late, did he?

Josh: Unfortunately, he did just that. I am speaking to you from the grave. ;) 

You’re surprised by the almost instant reply. 

You: Oh! What a shame. I was really starting to like you. :( 

You: I really am sorry I made you so late!

Josh: Not your fault, sweet girl! Jacob gets agitated quite easily but it’s nothing to bat an eye at. All was well, as I knew it would be! What are you doing on this fine evening?

Ivy catches you smiling at your phone.

“You look an awful lot like you’re talking to a gorgeous rockstar over there.” 

“And what if I am? You’re jealous, huh.” you say with a smirk.

“Shut the hell up, y/n.”

You return to responding to Josh when suddenly your phone starts ringing with an incoming call. To your disgust, it’s Jay. Him calling this late can only mean one thing, a last minute gig at a shitty bar.

You turn your screen to show Ivy, to which she responds with a heavy eye roll.

“Hello, Jay.”

“Are you with Ivy?”

“Yes, why?”

“Be at The Basement in 45 minutes. Juliens on his way with the equipment. We’re on at 9.”

“Are you fucking kidding me-” he hangs up before you can argue.

You look at Ivy who’s got annoyance written all over her face.

“Well that’s just fucking great.”

“Please, y/n, don’t tell me we’re playing where I think we’re playing..”

Ivy puts her face in her hands, knowing exactly what your response will be.

“Yep. The Basement. The fucking Basement. I don’t know how many times we have to tell Jay that we hate this fucking place.”

The Basement in south Nashville is quite literally your least favorite place to play. It’s such a small bar that gets crowded quickly, it’s gross and always smells like regurgitated alcohol, and the sound system is absolute shit. Also, this place never fails to attract the nastiest, most disrespectful men that yell the most horrendous things at you and Ivy. 

“How much time do we have to get ready?”

“He wants us there in 45 minutes.”

“That gives us..” she looks at her phone to confirm the time “..20 fucking minutes to get ready. Why does he wait until the last minute to plan these things!”

The Basement also conveniently doesn’t house any dressing rooms for you to get ready in, and you’re sure as hell not getting ready in the bathrooms that don’t appear to have ever been cleaned properly, so you have to hurry and get ready here.

Ivy runs to her closet to grab some outfits for the two of you while you rush to her bathroom to get out all of her makeup. You start quickly putting on your face when you realize you hadn’t responded to Josh yet. You really didn’t want to leave him hanging.

You: Well, looks like we’re booked for a last minute gig at my least favorite bar, thanks to none other than Jay.

Josh: Where would said gig happen to be?

You: The Basement. And he’s only giving us 20 minutes to be ready and get there for a soundcheck. I can tell you know, it’ll sound like shit.

Josh: I’m coming. What time is your set?

You: We’re on at 9. You really don’t need to come. This place is a dump and it’s way too overcrowded. People will probably maul you once they figure out you’re there. It’s not safe.

Josh: That’s what our security is for. :) I’ll be there. Daniel and Jake will also be in attendance. I think they love your music almost as much as I do. :)

The thought of him coming to a risky place just to see your band perform has you feeling so warm inside. You can’t explain it, but you feel safer already at the thought of him being there.

You finish your makeup in record time. Ivy barges in with an outfit for you. A pair of black velvet bell bottoms and a strapless sage green corset top donned with flowers. It’ll do. Ivy’s wearing a mini skirt the same shade of green and a black crop top with sequins.

You get dressed as Ivy rushes to finish her makeup.

“How much time, y/n?”

“We need to be in the car in 3 minutes.”

“Shit. You’re driving, then. I’ll just finish this in the car.”

You both sprint down the stairs of the complex to your car, tripping over your bell bottoms with each step.

“You just had to give me the fucking bell bottoms? I should get to wear that skirt! My legs are shorter than yours!”

“Well my ass looks bad in them, so yes! Get over it!”

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You finally made it. The drive here was brutal, but you made it right on time.

You head in for the soundcheck. You’re groaning at the thought of playing here again. The stage is so small that the four of you on there together are practically on top of one another. There’s hardly enough room for your equipment, but Julien is the best at making it all fit. 

Joe is here and talking to the owners of the bar, probably negotiating a form of payment. These places never pay much. Stingy asses.

You quickly run through a few songs before the doors open for people to start coming in. You sound mediocre at best. This place has the absolute worst sound.

8:31 pm

There’s only about 10 minutes until doors, so you and Ivy decide to grab a drink from the bar to calm your collective nerves. 

“So, Josh is coming tonight, with Danny and Jake. He insisted on it.”

She takes a sip of her angry orchard.

“Isn’t this place a little dangerous for them? Like won’t people freak out over them?”

“I literally thought the same thing, but Josh said they’re bringing security with them so it would be fine. I told him they didn’t need to come, but he sounded like they really wanted to. Said they loved our music.”

You’re suddenly startled by Jay yelling at you from backstage.

“Y/n! Ivy! What the fuck are you doing? Get back here! It’s almost time!”

You both roll your eyes simultaneously at his rude behavior and head back to join him and Julien. You decide to tell Julien about your guests attending tonight's show.

“Guess what, Julie? Josh, Danny and Jake will be here tonight!”

“Uh oh, guess that means we better be on our best behavior!” he says with a playful nudge at your shoulder.

“Why the fuck do they need to be here? Do they think they need to come see us to make sure we’re actually good enough for them?”

You’re not surprised by his nasty attitude towards it, in fact you were expecting it. He’s already a few drinks in, not much of a shock.

“They just wanted to see the show, Jay. They like our music. I don’t know what the big deal is.”

Jay scoffs obnoxiously. “That’s a load of bullshit. They don’t give fuck. They just want to make sure we actually fit their standards. I know how the business works. We’re just the openers, y/n. They couldn’t care less about us and you’re better off to realize that, too.”

“Why do you have to have such a shit attitude about it? Not once have you shown an ounce of gratitude for this opportunity. You’re being an asshole about it. You were so fucking rude at the meeting. It was embarrassing.”

“I was the embarrassing one, y/n? Hm. See, how I remember it is you were flirting up a fucking storm with the miniature lead singer. Everyone noticed. Seems like you’re trying to make it good with him, get yourself a step ahead of all of us. He’s your ticket to fame, isn’t he?”

Now you’re pissed. 

“You’re just mad that I don’t want to be with your sorry ass anymore. You can’t handle when another man gives me attention, can you? Sounds like you’re pretty fucking jealous to me.”

“You’re just using him, y/n. You don’t want him. And there’s no way he’d want a nobody like you. It’s pathetic. You’re just fulfilling some stupid fantasy of yours, huh?”

“Fuck you, Jay.”

You storm off towards the stage. Ivy follows close behind, about to bite a hole in her tongue to keep from making things worse.

“It must suck to be so fucking miserable all the time. It’d be great if you’d get over yourself for once.” Julien says before he follows your lead to head on stage.

For the first time in a long while, you and Ivy aren’t the last ones making it to the stage.

8:59 pm

People are piling in fast. You hit the stage to a loud collection of cheers. You scan the audience quickly, seeing your distinguished guests towards the back of the bar surrounded by a slew of security guards. The anger you were feeling has instantly melted away at the site of Josh and his toothy smile. His energy instantaneously makes you feel lighter.

9:01 pm

You tap the mic a few times to ensure it’s working. You take a deep breath. 

“Good evening! How are we all doing tonight?”

The crowd is exceptionally loud tonight, and you’re starting to feel better about the whole situation.

You look around to your bandmates to signal you’re ready, when you notice the absence of your high strung guitarist.

You look back to Julien with silent question, to which he responds with wide eyes and a shrug of his shoulders. 

You decide to buy a little time by doing your usual warming-up-the-crowd antics. 

“We’re Lilac Moon, in case you’re new here.” You start nervously adjusting the mic stand, an anxious fidget of yours. “If you like what you hear, don’t be afraid to tip us. If you don’t like what you hear, still tip us and we’ll be sure to use it for lessons.” Julien punctuates your cheesy joke with a *ba dum tss* of his kit.

That one gets them everytime, so you’re not surprised to hear a lot of laughter from the crowd.

9:07 pm

You look to your left, still no Jay. 

Shit. 

“Lots of lovely faces out here tonight. It’s a shame you’re stuck looking at ours.” Another *ba dum tss* from Julien and plenty of laughs from the crowd.

9:10 pm

Still no Jay. You’re starting to panic. Julien senses it and decides to head backstage in search of him. 

You and Ivy do your best to buy more time, but people are getting antsy. You periodically look to Josh to see his face filled with worry.

9:14 pm

Finally, just as you were about to head backstage yourself, here comes Julien with a clearly disordered Jay. 

Great. He’s fucking wasted.

You’re nervous for what could happen, but the show must go on.

“You all ready?” you say as Ivy taps a few notes on her bass and Jay strums a chord on his guitar.

The crowd cheers, and you begin.

The first several songs go as well as you could’ve hoped. The crowd is really into it tonight. You’re trying not to keep your eyes set on Josh the whole time, but it’s proving to be quite difficult. He looks so enthralled, and you notice that he’s even singing along to some of your songs. It’s surreal, to say the least. He even blows you a few kisses, causing you to become flustered. 

9:53 pm

The next song is your newest piece, Alone Again, the one that requires you to play some rhythm guitar with Jay. You go to grab your instrument, feeling slightly less anxious than the other night for its debut and your first time playing on stage. 

You make your speech about playing guitar, finding the opportunity to say once again “if it sounds like shit, just blame Jay” only this time, he doesn’t appear to be too pleased with your quip. He stares at you with an empty, angry glare as he steps closer to his mic.

What is he about to do..

“No, no. If it sounds like shit, blame her. She’s the one who wrote this song. Oh, should I mention she wrote it about me? You know, we were in the ‘throes of love.’” he uses air quotes, making his sarcasm apparent, “but all love stories must end, isn’t that right, y/n? I bet your new fling didn’t know this little number was about me, did he?” He looks towards Josh. “Did you know that? That she wrote this about me?” He’s slurring and stumbling all over his words, clearly very drunk as the alcohol has had more time to settle. Luckily, no one in the audience seems to register that he’s trying to point out someone in the crowd. But their security is wrapped tightly around them, just in case.

You’re speechless. You’re embarrassed. You're not even sure how to go about beginning the song now, but thankfully, Julien taps his snare a few times, and the song finally begins.

The last time you performed this song, you were full of emotions that forced you to become somewhat vulnerable on stage. This time, the only emotion you feel is anger. Pure, unfiltered anger. You’re nearly screaming the lyrics. Your strumming is intense. You’re just ready to get it over with.

Despite it all, the audience loves it. Their cheers make it apparent that they’ve mostly forgotten about the awkward intro to the track.

Thankfully, Jay keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the set, and everything ends rather smoothly. 

10:26 pm

“Thank you all so much! We hope to see you again soon!” you say as you blow a kiss and wave to the audience, getting tons of kisses and waves right back as they cheer.

Once you’re all backstage, Joe takes Jay aside and corners him.

“What the hell was that about, huh? You trying to make yourself look like a damn fool? ‘Cause you’re doing a great job at it, bud!”

Your adrenaline from being on stage has quickly left and anger is seeping in your blood once again. 

You walk over to Joe and push him aside.

“What the fuck, Jay? You’re going to make us look like a fucking joke. You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”

He starts screaming at you. You’re not even able to make out what he’s saying. A lot of ‘bitch’ and ‘fuck you’s’ being thrown around is all you can manage to understand.

“What the FUCK is your problem?” Danny yells loud enough that it startles him and cuts him off. “I’ll be God damned if I let you speak to her like that any longer.” Just as he says that, Jay lifts his fist, ready to land on Danny.

“Oh I don’t fucking think so.” Before he can swing, Danny grabs him and locks his arms behind his back.

Jay is trying to release himself from his grasp, but the drummer is far too strong for him and his drunken, belligerent state. 

Josh and Jake are close behind, running up to you to be sure you’re okay. 

“Y/n, you and Ivy come with us. You don’t need to be in his company any longer.” Josh says as he grabs your hand to pull you away, glaring at Jay.

“You know you’re nothing to her! She only wants you ‘cause you’re famous! She doesn’t give a fuck about you or anyone else!” he screams as Danny, Joe and Julien take him outside to the back of the venue to cool him off.

“Get fucked, you piece of shit!” Josh yells back in a deep, angry tone, one you didn’t think was possible from him.

That…was fucking hot.

You’re mortified. He demeaned you in front of the audience, but worst of all, he tried to start a physical fight with a member of the band that’s helping you further your career. Embarrassment doesn’t even cover it.

“I am…I’m so sorry about all of this. We were fighting before the show and I guess he took it upon himself to get absolutely trashed.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, y/n. You guys shouldn’t have to put up with this bullshit.” Jake says.

“Josh, please don’t believe anything he says. He’s completely out of it, I don’t even think he realizes he lost his shit on stage. He’s an asshole, but he takes his music very seriously. That’s not like him to do that, I swear.”

“I have no reason to believe a word out of his mouth, y/n. And you need to stop justifying his behavior. There’s no reason for him to act that way. But I do want to know something…” you look to him to let him know he can continue his thought, “Did you really write that song? About him? It’s a wonderful, beautiful song. But, the lyrics. How could you still feel that way about him?”

“Yes, I did. I wrote it the day I broke things off.” You’ve thought the same things. How could you possibly waste your energy on a song about him? “I guess I didn’t write it about him so much as I wrote it about who I thought he was. I, I don’t know. I thought he was different, Josh. I was naive. I don’t feel those things..and to be honest, I’m not sure I ever did. I think I liked the idea of being with him more than anything. There wasn’t any real love there. It felt so empty.”

Jake and Ivy take it upon themselves to leave, to give you two some space.

“You are worlds better than him. Universes, even. He doesn’t deserve to share space with you.”

“I wish he wasn’t in this band. I wish things were different. I wish we could just kick him out and find someone else, it’s just not that easy. None of us can stand being around him anymore. He’s gone completely off the deep end since the break up. He makes it really hard for me, for all of us, to love this band like we used to.” 

You’re in a tough spot. You feel the need to make excuses for Jay because he’s still a vital part of this band. And you feel it’s your responsibility to keep the peace amongst everyone, because you feel a sort of guilt for everything that happened. You’re convinced that you’re the reason he acts this way. 

Josh doesn’t speak for a few minutes, looking like something on his mind is plaguing him.

“Josh? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to say anything until I had more information. But…we found out today that the label is kind of being difficult about you coming on tour with us since you’re not signed with them. We all thought it’d be okay, given you’re not signed with anyone, but apparently that’s somewhere in the fine lines of the contracts. Our manager didn’t even think it’d be a big deal.”

You stare blankly at him, watching as his expression turns more and more distraught.

“They were here tonight, y/n. They were prepared to sign you, but after Jay’s outburst on stage….I don’t know, they weren’t happy. They left before you finished.”

Fuck.

“I…I mean what do we do? Can we have a meeting with them? We can’t let this happen, I won’t let it happen. I won’t let that mother fucker ruin this for us. He’s such a fucki-” he stops you before you can really work yourself up and brushes his hand gently on your cheek to calm you down.

“Listen, I will make this happen, okay? We can pull some strings. You deserve this and I’ll prove that to them. But, that could mean finding a new guitarist. I don’t know for sure, so don’t stress too much about that yet. I just want you to know that might be a possibility, okay?”

This news should send you into a spiral, but his voice is so calming…his demeanor is peaceful…you can’t help but trust everything he says. Looking into his eyes, you have no doubt everything will be alright.

“Okay, Josh..” you say with a heavy sigh.

He smiles at you and leans down to place a kiss on your nose.

To be continued…

Chapter 4

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a/n: here’s a little playlist of songs that, to me, represent the kind of music Lilac Moon would do, if they were real. ☺️ 

i’d like to think of their music as a mix of all of these sounds put together, if that makes sense. lol

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Merry Christmas bitches!!

I wish you all have a very merry christmas to those who celebrate and to those who don't hope you have an amazing day too!!

Here's a christmas present from me to you all, because honestly this app and the people I've met on here have truly saved my life so I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.

anyway now that we're done with the mushy stuff-

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To say they had gone overboard would be ridiculous considering how much the Winchesters drank.

But Dean was almost positive that he had never drank this much in one sitting. Even Cas was getting pretty tipsy, and in human standards that would be totally smashed.

Thankfully, Sam had told him to slow down and just find his own pace instead of matching Cas per drink before he shuffled off to bed.

He almost felt guilty for how much they drank. But on the other hand, it was Christmas Eve. They deserved to have fun.

Dean's eyes fluttered open when he felt someone land on top of him. He let out a soft "oof" and heard the person laying on him giggle.

He glanced down at Cas and couldn't help hit smile at him. His cheeks were flushed pink and he was curling into Dean's side, failing to hide his adorable, drunken grin.

"Wht 're you doin'?" Dean slurred, not exactly remembering how he ended up falling asleep on the couch. He felt Cas start to play with the hem of his black t-shirt, mumbling a quiet "nothing" into his chest.

Castiel's fingers roamed underneath his shirt, lightly dragging his fingers across Dean's stomach. He let his hands fall into a steady rhythm of ghosting his fingertips across his sides, then rubbed his palm across the middle of his belly before returning to just barely touching the tips of his fingers to Dean's sides.

Dean held back a laugh but let himself grin while watching Cas. The treatment Cas had come up with was both an terribly light tickle and the best belly rub ever.

"You're so beautiful," Cas mumbled even though he wasn't even looking at Dean's face. He just continued his steady rhythm across his torso. "I love your smile. And your laugh."

"I don't understand why you try and hide it." He continued.

"Cas, please-" Dean started before being shushed by the angel on top of him.

"Just let me love you," Cas looked him in the ey as he said that. Dean lost all ideas for anything to say back but his mouth was soon otherwise occupied.

Cas kept his kisses deep and soft, letting Dean melt beneath him. His hands hadn't stilled and were still lightly tickling but something that was more bareable than it was before.

Cas' kisses soon trailed from his mouth to his forehead, cheek, nose, chin. Dean couldn't help but scrunch his face and start grinning like a dork.

Cas let his kisses go elsewhere to his neck and ears, letting teeth and tounge join the mix, combining them into an element that he knew Dean absolutely loved and hated.

Dean's head fell back onto the arm of the couch - which really only opened up access to more spots - and let out a steady stream of giggles.

Cas blew a miniature raspberry to finish off and leaned back, also grinning like an idiot, to admire his work.

"Y-you're ridiculous," Dean panted.

"Did you like it though?" Cas smirked, all too knowing.

Dean paused for a moment. "Shut up." He grumbled. Cas laughed and snuggled up into him again, resting his head in the crook of Dean's neck. They went for a few minutes in comfortable silence, taking in each other's company. Cas the one the to break the silence. He always was.

"You want me to continue." It wasn't really a question. Dean didn't have to answer anyway, Cas already knew the answer. And Dean knew that Cas knew. And Cas knew that Dean knew that Cas knew. And really, was he ever supposed to resist that?

When Sam found them the next morning he didn't bother waking them. He did take a few pictures to send to Jody though (and for blackmail).

[morallyinept]

HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

So, this week saw the end of the Sag-AFTRA strike! 🎉 I am so excited for Pedro knowing he may well be back to doing what he loves very soon. This is great news for everyone who was out on the picket lines and those striking to protect their livelihoods, their creativity and artistic identity.

(And let's not even talk about the whole Patrick Dempsey thing from this week, okay? Did we travel back in time or something? 😐)

This week was a busy one for me, again. Ugh, why does adulting suck? I wish I could stay at home and write all day rather than have to work and earn pennies to feed myself. 🙃

Anyway, let's get into this week's whip round. You ready Jack? Crack that whip, handsome!

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Five Days - Chapter 7 - Things are beginning to unravel now, as you and Joel equally start to unravel. Once again, many thanks to everyone who's reading, following along with, re-blogging, liking and commenting on this series. 🖤

SUV Shenanigans - Dieter Bravo GIFLET (Thank you to @secretelephanttattoo for putting thots in my head on Discord.)

Two Fingers Of Whiskey - Agent Whiskey GIFLET

Little Blue Pills - Joel Miller GIFLET

Self-Care With Dieter & Jett this week focused on showing yourself some self-compassion. With a brief cameo from my beau Ezra. 🥲

This week's Writer Wow featured the ever lovely @ghostofaboy Go show him some love, he's absolutely amazing. 😘

And a shoutout to lovely @perennialdoll247 too and this incredible artwork of Javier Peña that she created. I am so blown away by your talent, V! 😍

☆ Things I'm currently working on

Had some delicious thots this week that I am working into fics... stayed tuned for more Dieter, Frankie and some Agent Pike. I'm still working on my Christmas fics, most if not all of the first drafts are complete now. There are 12 in total - why do I do this to myself?? 🥴 Got more GIFLETS & one shots to come too.

☆ Things I've read this week

I did a massive sort out of my Pedro Character Fic Rec List this week, mostly to keep from everyone being tagged continuously each time I update it - and I update it A LOT. 🫣

Didn't get around to reading as much as I wanted to due to working through most of my lunch breaks this week (the perks of being in a senior role, le sigh...) but hoping to up my reading game next week.

Frankie Morales NSFW Alphabet - @ghostofaboy I felt like I was reading a true to life version of Frankie right off the page when reading this, it was so immersive. Ghostie has this incredible knack of making me feel like I can reach out and physically touch Frankie, and this was no different. Genius. 👏🏻

This Charming Man - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Another Frankie highlight this week in the form of dark!Frankie. And I urge you to read this. This had me feeling like I did when I watched Dexter all those years ago; you root for the bad guy, even though you know you shouldn't - you can't help it because you just love him so much! This was brilliant and so emotive and descriptive. Another amazing homerun from lovely Angela! 🤘🏻

Las Mañanas - @kiwisbell I discovered this gem of a story this week and am hooked! I've devoured chapter 1 and am setting time aside this coming week to catch up on the rest, and you totally should too. Javier Peña in this is just everything you want; heroic, charmingly smooth with a pinch of arrogance, and the type of man you absolutely want coming into your coffee shop. 😍

Two Left Feet - @linzels-blog I adore this story. My mouth still aches from smiling so much as I read it. I was pulled right into Whiskey's world and Southern charm. Such a great fic that left me right in the action. I was dancing, I was drooling. I highly recommend this. 🤠

Send In The Clown - @covetyou I sat on this fic in my tbr for waaaay too long, let me tell you. I'm actually pissed at myself. This is nothing short of genius and please, if you're not into clowns that's cool, but I'd insist you give it a shot anyway because you'll be pleasantly surprised at how this is done. Dieter in this is just everything. I am in utter awe! Just a marvelous read that I will be absolutely indulging in again and again. 🤡

Headshots Chapter 5 - @secretelephanttattoo I'm devastated that this Marcus Pike series has run it's wonderful course, but all good things must come to an end, right? And this is sooooo fucking good. Stunning, actually. This is Marcus perfection for me. I love these two lovebirds and will revist them again for sure. I'm also so excited to see what El will give us next as I know it's going to be amazing. 🥰

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

Not a lot due to said work and adulting - ugh. I've had Family Guy running in the background when home for company and that's about it... aside from my Frankie Morales Mixtape playlist that's on in the car most days.🤘🏻

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Well, that about wraps it up for this week. I hope you guys enjoy the remainder of the weekend.

Work, work and more work. 😖 Seriously, it's been the bane of my life this week. But I am looking forward to another week's vacation after next week where I'm planning on doing lots of writing, socializing and hiking. Woot! (And maaaaybe start tackling my Christmas shopping 😬)

Remember stay kind, stay creamy. This is Jett and Jack signing off to go line dancing with @linzels-blog 🖤

🖤

[classickook]

more könig headcanons

a/n: i literally cannot get this man out of my head lol i wrote this with civilian!reader in mind and it ended up getting pretty specific (flower shop au???) but i hope y’all still enjoy <3

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- idk how the two of you meet but i’m imagining a quaint little town that’s far away from any sort of battle that könig stumbles upon while on break

- let me set the scene: you work in a floral shop or market and spend most of your day planting, nurturing, and arranging a variety of flowers <3

- könig sees you one day and is immediately drawn to your kind smile and sunny aura (no wonder the flowers are so beautiful when they look upon you for sunlight and nourishment, he thinks) and finds himself a bit extremely nervous to introduce himself

- you notice him shuffling awkwardly by the door so you greet him warmly and ask if there’s something you can help him find

- i just know our gentle giant is blushing like crazy at this point; being so close to you and hearing the soft timbre of your voice has his blood pressure skyrocketing

- he shoves his hands in his pockets to hide how shaky they are and tries to act all casual but ends up accidentally knocking over an arrangement next to the door

- the poor guy is BEET RED now and wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole, he’s so embarrassed :(

- he apologizes profusely and feels SO awful for ruining your pretty arrangement, he even offers to pay for it but you wave him off easily as he picks up the broken vase and crushed petals

- “don’t worry about it,” you offer kindly. “it wasn’t my best work anyway.”

- könig still feels like absolute garbage and you can clearly tell by his body language that he feels terribly uncomfortable and kinda curls into that massive body of his to appear smaller

- “did you know that the gladiolus symbolizes strength and integrity like the gladiators of their namesake?” you ask as a way to distract him from the little accident. his pale blue eyes settle on you as you continue, lightly stroking the baby soft petals of the arrangement nearby. “they kind of remind me of you, soldier. valiant and strong yet undoubtedly beautiful.”

- they also represent infatuation is what you don’t tell him, afraid to voice your immediate crush on the man who quite literally stumbled into your floral shop

- “they’re pretty,” he breathes, however, you notice his gaze is not on the flowers you’re showcasing — it’s on you

- your breath catches in your throat at the unwavering contact, stunned into silence as he cautiously reaches forward to brush his gloveless fingers across your cheek; and he’s pleased to find that the velvety-smooth sensation of your skin is incomparable to that of any petal on earth

- from there on out, könig spends most of his free time in your shop, asking about the meanings of every flower, buying a bouquet of your recommendations each day, and carefully placing them on the counter for you before he leaves

- he finally builds up the courage to ask you out, properly, to which you very quickly agree, and the two of you are inseparable after that

- you spend most of your time with him, going for walks in the park, visiting cafes in the area and laughing loudly when könig plops a fingertip of whipped cream on your nose just to lean forward and kiss the sweetness into his mouth, leaving you a blushing mess

- calls you his blümchen (little flower)

- he definitely strikes me as the type who would follow you around like a puppy and do anything you ask! könig aka sunshine/golden retriever bf we all deserve <3

- want him to carry your purse? done

- need some help around the shop? no problem

- you end up buying too much at the store and need him to hold everything for you? you got it

- someone bothering you? consider it already taken care of

- he’s basically your bodyguard and takes your safety very, very seriously; the epitome of scary boyfriend privilege right here

- this man adores you and worships the ground you walk on!!!! enamored doesn’t even begin to express his feelings for you

- literal definition of a simp

- would do anything and everything for you; i’m talking he would kill or die for you (he’s a bit dramatic but we love that about him)

- he loves holding your hand, playing with your fingers, brushing your hair as you lay on his chest ! könig goes crazy for that stuff :)

- especially loves skin-to-skin contact because he wants to get as close to you as possible; he just can’t get enough!

- as i’ve said before, this man’s love language is physical touch and he uses it as a relaxant if he’s anxious or on sensory overload

- extremely observant and can read you like a book (as can you; the two of you just get each other, ya know? match made in heaven fr)

- perfect for cuddling ! literally more comfortable than any pillow or bed, so you end up sleeping on him most of the time and he’s 100% okay with that

- könig loves having you in his arms, especially if he’s just recently come back from a mission, and it makes him so unbelievably happy that you feel safe with him :’)

- has a picture of you in his wallet that he pulls out every single night while he’s away from you on a mission. the poor photo is so wrinkled and faded from the number of times he takes it out but he refuses to throw it away even when you suggest on replacing it; he would never pass up on more pictures of you but i can guarantee he would keep all of them (scrapbook king <3)

- he’s as much of a lover as he is a fighter and i stand by that

- would never ever raise his voice at you; if the two of you get in an argument, he would simply take a breather and maybe go for a walk to clear his head before coming back to hug you and apologize and make things right

- if when he eventually proposes, i know for a fact that it would be with a family heirloom that holds a lot of history and sentimental value (because he’s sweet like that)

- he’s such a good guy, i love him to death!!!! (men all over the world: take notes)

[theslut4smut]

𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 | 𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆: the fluffiest of SMUT >:)

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: hyunjin becomes very upset over readers insecurities and has a bit of an outburst

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: afab reader, insecure reader, mentions of starving ones self, established relationship, non idol au, piv, no protection, emotional sex, crying, mushy

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: i… ˡᵒᵛᵉ hyunjin 🥺

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you wrapped yourself in the fuzzy wool blanket that decorated your sofa, letting yourself sink into the soft material.

today was one of those days.

one of those days where you despised every aspect about yourself.

one of those days where you wanted to shut out the world and wallow in self pity and sadness.

one of those days where you couldn’t even fathom how on earth your absolute god of a boyfriend could find you desirable in any way.

low self esteem was nothing new to you.

though it’s been much better since getting into a relationship with hyunjin, it never really went away.

you couldn’t count how many times hyunjin had helped you through these moments before.

how many times he could rid your mind of all the horrible thoughts that plagued it.

he was so good at it too.

placing soft and delicate kisses on your temple as he whispered words of affirmation into your ear, stroking your y/h/c locks out of your face with one hand before wiping the tears that stained your cheeks with the other.

he was just like the movies. a prince charming. the perfect lover.

you couldn’t hope or wish for anything better.

“hi, baby. you sleepy?”

your thoughts are interrupted as you turn to look at your boyfriend.

you hum softly at him. 

“well you can’t go to bed before dinner. i worked so hard on it as you can smell.” he made a dramatic face as he wafted the air.

dinner.

absolutely not.

you were notorious for depriving yourself of food in moments like this. you felt unworthy of nourishing your body. and you knew that eating would only give you another thing to criticize yourself for.

you smile weakly at him, “that’s okay, love. i’m a bit too tired.”

hyunjin’s soft expression turned to one of confusion.

“that’s what you said for breakfast… and then lunch.”

fuck

of course he was amazing at comforting you when the days of insecurity came, but it didn’t mean that you wanted it.

hyunjin was an extremely emotional man. he had a tender and sensitive heart with a fiery and passionate soul. when you were hurt, he was hurt.

it took everything in him not to cry with you all those times before.

despite his natural emotions, he despised showing them.

he hated being vulnerable.

hated looking “weak” to anyone.

he wanted to be your protection, your savior, your rock.

you knew all of this. and that’s why you tried everything in your power to hide how you were feeling.

you wanted to spare him of that mental and emotional battle he’d have with himself.

you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

there was nothing to say.

no way to get yourself out of this.

“y/n… please don’t do this to yourself again.” he breathed out deeply as he slightly turned away.

“hyunjin, i’m not-”

“stop.” his voice was stern.

you bit your lip as you stayed silent.

at this point, his back was facing you as his hands were placed on his hips.

nothing but the sound of both of you breathing filled the apartment.

should i say something? you think to yourself.

but you knew it’d only make him more upset.

you had no excuse for not eating.

no reason that was valid to hyunjin anyway. you were aware that he couldn’t possibly understand how you could view yourself in a negative light.

and you knew he didn’t mean to be so dismissive whenever you tried to explain your “flaws” to him, but it was obvious he couldn’t help it.

the things that you saw as wrong about yourself were all the things that he adored.

“come eat, y/n.” he says, breaking the silence as he walks into the kitchen and begins preparing a plate.

you’ve sat yourself up by now, nervously picking at your nails.

you know how this is going to turn out. you know how broken it’ll leave hyunjin if you refuse to eat.

but you can’t move yourself from the spot you’re in.

you just can’t.

“y/n,” he starts, turning around, “you need to come eat, now.”

“hyunjin-” you manage to squeak out.

“there is no reason that you should not eat this food. you haven’t eaten anything today. i need you to come sit at this table with me and eat the food that i’ve made for you.”

you exhaled a shaky breath that you hadn’t even realized you were holding in, feeling tears sting your eyes as your heart began to race.

“i just- i just don’t want it.”

a loud crash is heard throughout the apartment as hyunjin slams the glass plate onto the counter, causing it to shatter.

a slight gasp slips past your lips as you take in this completely new and out of character reaction.

“why do you hurt yourself like this, y/n?!” he’s facing the kitchen as he aggressively rubs onto his temples.

“what do i have to do to show you how absolutely perfect you are in every way? what do i need to do to let you see yourself through my eyes? have you hear my endless thoughts about you? what can i provide to make you not want to deprive yourself of the food you deserve to eat despite what your mind tells you? despite how you think your body looks.”

your eyes widen once hearing a sniffle from him.

he was crying.

you made him cry.

hyunjin was upset because of you.

he turned around and quickly grabbed his keys, giving you a slight glimpse of his pink and tear stained face before storming out.

you heart shattered into a million pieces as you sat there.

in your years together with hyunjin, you had never seen him cry like that.

and knowing that you were the one to cause it was so, unbearably painful.

you made your way over to the mess your boyfriend had left, dropping to your knees as you began to pick everything up.

he was probably sick of this. sick of having to remind you how beautiful you are. sick of having to remind you to eat. sick of the late nights with you cradled in his arms as you cry your little heart out onto his chest while he tells you that your imperfections are perfections to him.

you closed your eyes, sobs escaping your lips as you were no longer able to suppress the emotions that were bubbling up inside.

he’s done so much for you.

you felt so selfish for not getting better. for not trying to think of yourself in a positive way like he was teaching you.

he’s been so, incredibly patient with you through it all and this is how you show him gratitude? by starting back at square one every couple of months?

he was giving you his all and you were failing him.

your feet dragged across the smooth floor as you made your way towards yours and hyunjin’s shared bedroom.

you shut out all of the lights before crawling into bed, slipping under the duvet as your mind continued to viciously attack you with self-deprecating thoughts.

the ache in your heart was too much to bear. you wouldn’t be surprised if that was hyunjin’s last straw with you. he had never had a reaction as intense as that one over anything and you knew that that couldn’t have been good.

more hot tears slipped down your cheeks as you laid in the darkness before slowly drifting to sleep.

~

“angel, angel.”

you squint and groan as the bright light emitting from the lamp stings your eyes.

“wake up, baby.”

once your eyes adjust, a happy yet emotional smile spreads itself across your face.

“hyunjin?” you say as you grab onto his forearm.

he replaces your hand with his before tilting his head to the side and smiling softly at you.

��i brought you something.” he speaks quietly and calmly.

you furrow your brows at him as he reaches to the nightstand behind you.

“here.”

in front of you is a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a container with a single cupcake of your preferred flavor.

you take the items, giving hyunjin a look of confusion, “what’s this for?”

he heaves a sigh, looking down at the ground.

“what i did… was absolutely unacceptable.” his eyes remain fixed on the ground.

you’re suddenly brought back to what happened earlier, that wave of guilt and sadness quickly washing over you once again.

“oh, it- it’s fine, hyunjin.” you respond as you shrug and put his gifts back on the nightstand.

“no.” he takes your face into both of his hands, making you look at him, “do not excuse that kind of behavior. it doesn’t matter how upset i was. i had no right to react that way.”

“but,” the tears began to pour without warning, “i hurt you.”

hyunjin shakes his head, “hurt me? you could never hurt me, angel. it’s my job to be a shoulder for you to lean on. i promised to protect you and look after you. no matter how bad things could ever get. i’m supposed to help you through those hard times. work towards healing you, not lash out over how you’re feeling. i hurt you.”

you could do nothing but blink your teary eyes back at him, trying to take in the amazing man in front of you and wonder how you got so lucky.

he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, “i don’t want you to brush off what happened or accept that kind of reaction ever again. all that i ask is that you forgive me and allow me to love you through not only your brightest moments, but the darkest ones too.”

he thumbed a fresh tear away, looking deep within your eyes, “can you do that for me, baby?”

you nodded, still trying to take everything in.

the next thing you knew, hyunjin’s lips were on your neck, causing your breath to hitch before you whined against his ear.

“shh. it’s okay, baby.” he whispers deeply, gently pushing you onto your back.

he raises your his shirt, admiring your body with nothing but adoration behind his eyes.

you let out a soft whimper before placing a hand over your exposed chest.

hyunjin shakes his head, bringing his face close to yours, “it’s just me, baby. you don’t have to be shy.”

he places both your arms at your side, pressing them down into the mattress, restricting you from moving them.

soft whimpers from you fill the room as hyunjin kisses from your neck, to your chest, down your abdomen, all over your tummy, and finally, your thighs.

you involuntarily spread your legs for him, already huffing and panting at what was to come.

he giggles at your eagerness before beginning to leave soft pecks around your special spot, humming to himself as he did.

right now wasn’t the time to be slow or gentle. you couldn’t handle the teasing and touches that caused your heart rate to quicken but were never enough to get you to where you wanted to be.

it was usually fun and made the experience so much more sentimental for the both of you, but you couldn’t tonight.

you needed him now.

just as you were about to plea to your lover, he engulfs your heat with his mouth, causing your back to arch as you moan out in pleasure.

stars blur your vision as he ravishes you. and though he’s only begun making you feel good, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak already.

you try to push his head away, but your little wiggles and tugs are no match for the strong grip of his hands on your wrists.

he takes notice before smirking at you while he continues to devour you.

“h-hyunji-” you’re cut off mid-sentence as another moan rips through your throat.

“i know, baby.” he says, sucking at your puffy and sensitive clit, “it’s okay.”

he puts your wrists together before holding them against your tummy with one hand and reaching down with the other.

you cry out as he places two digits inside of you, continuing the movements of his tongue as he does.

your moans grow louder and louder, not a single care in the world who they disturb. this was your time. your special moment with the man you love and you didn’t give a fuck who had a problem with it.

you feel yourself beginning to pulsate around his fingers. and just before you get your sweet release, he pulls away.

you whine and thrust your hips up into the air.

“not yet, baby.” he says, standing on his knees as he lowers his pants, the bulge in his underwear very prominent.

your mouth was basically watering as he removed his bottoms completely, revealing his cock that was hard and an angry shade of pink.

it was like it got more beautiful every time.

he giggles sweetly at your gaze before caressing your cheek.

you hum and rub your face into his palm.

“are you ready, angel?” he asks softly.

you slightly bite your lip, nodding.

his licks his own before spreading your legs even further and raising them to your chest.

he presses himself on top of you before intertwining your fingers together, placing kisses on the back of your hands.

he looks into your eyes as he places his tip at your entrance and pushes in, causing your mouth to gape as a gasp slips out.

hyunjin grits his teeth as he goes deeper and deeper inside of you.

you squeeze onto his hands as he bottoms out, whimpers falling from your lips.

“baby.” you moan so soft and sweetly.

it never stopped feeling like the first time. his large length filling you so deliciously, its veins catching onto every curve of your walls, making your stomach twist and turn as you savored every inch of him.

he presses his lips against yours before bringing his hips back and finally thrusting into you.

you moan into his mouth as he continues to give you those deep strokes.

the sound of your wetness around him is enough to make both you and hyunjin feel light headed.

all you can think of at this moment is how much you love this man. how special he is and how cherished you feel as his girlfriend. how the intimate moments like this feel a thousand times better because there’s love instead of lust involved.

you appreciate him. and you love him so much more. the thought of a life without him was something you couldn’t even fathom. where would you be without him? who would you be without him?

his love making felt so, unbelievably good.

you weren’t entirely sure why. it was for a number of reasons. you weren’t sure if it was the emotional side of it all. the tears that left your face a sticky and pink mess. or maybe it was the way hyunjin stared into your eyes with an almost sparkle-like shine in his, making you feel so loved, seen, and as if you belonged to him.

or maybe it was just that.

you’re hyunjin’s, and hyunjin is yours.

even more hot tears begin to race down your cheeks, causing hyunjin to disconnect your lips.

but he’s not alarmed. he knows you’re just overwhelmed. you’re feeling a lot of emotions and you’re not well right now.

but that’s okay. because that’s what he’s here for. to heal you and be your escape from whatever troubles you.

he presses your sweaty foreheads together.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n” he pants, picking up the speed of his thrusts and causing you to moan as the tears fall at a more rapid pace.

“inside and out. you’re gorgeous. i don’t care how hard things get. i’ll always be here for you. i will always protect and cherish you. and i don’t care how many times i have to remind you of your perfection. i could never get tired of showing you how precious you are to me. i love you so much. i’m in love with you, y/n.”

without any warning, your orgasm explodes deep inside you, cries and moans filling the room as you thrash your body around beneath him.

your reaction causes him to let out a deep groan before spilling himself inside of you.

he grabs onto either side of your face as you ride out your highs together, his heart swelling at the sight of you feeling so good because of him.

once you’re back to your normal state, panting and breathing heavily, loud sobs begin to escape you.

hyunjin bites his lip as he fights back his own before wrapping himself tightly around you.

you begin to babble incoherent words to your boyfriend, only to be stopped by his lips pressing tenderly against your own, “shh. it’s okay, baby.” he whispers as he pulls away.

“i-i love you, hyunjin.” you cry to him, your vision blurry with tears.

he smiles sweetly as he pushes sweaty locks out of your face with delicate fingers.

“and i love you.”

he releases all of his weight on top of you, making you feel so warm and safe.

the two of you stay in one another’s embrace for who knows how long, caressing the other’s hair and whatever body part that was in reach, the sound of both of you humming and breathing heavily being the only sound to fill the room.

it was the moments like this that kept you holding on. the moments like this made you realize that it all wasn’t as bad as you sometimes made it. that no matter how horrible you felt about yourself, there would always be this sweet and loveable doofus who cherished the very ground that you walk on and all that you do.

hyunjin was your safe space and you couldn’t be happier. he knew how to take away all of the bad and bring you back down to reality no matter how deep in your thoughts you got.

everything that he strived to be for you was exactly what he was.

“you want your cupcake now?” hyunjin asks, breaking the silence.

you laugh loudly at his cute eyebrow raise and slight smirk.

“i think you want my cupcake.”

he shrugs, “look at it. that’s a yummy looking cupcake. expensive too. see how it’s got the pretty bow wrapped on it and a fancy wrapper? i went luxury for you.” he says, tickling the side of your neck, causing a high pitched squeal to escape your lips.

“okay!” you say, pushing his hand away, “we can eat the stupid fancy cupcake.”

he smiles before grabbing it, causing you to wince as you realize that he still hasn’t pulled out of you.

and knowing him; he had no plan of doing so.

he places the container on your tummy, opening it and feeding you the first bite.

“mm” you hum, closing your eyes.

he giggles, “it’s good?”

“very.”

he takes his own bite before nodding his head, “delicious.”

you continue eating the treat until hyunjin says your name, his playful expression turning into a more serious one.

you raise an eyebrow before letting out a, “hmm?”

“i saw that you cleaned up the mess i made.” a disappointed look decorated his face, “i’m not happy about that. that was for me to do, not you.”

you giggled softly, holding the side of his face as you caressed his cheek with your thumb, “it’s just what we do for each other, hyunjin. it’s alright.”

he grabbed your hand and kissed its palm tenderly, “you could have hurt yourself.”

“awe, baby. you’re too sweet for your own good.”

the two of you giggle together.

“oh… y/n?”

you sigh playfully, “yes, hyunjin.”

“um… do you actually think the cupcake is stupid?”

“oh my god!” you roll your eyes and smack his chest, laughing loudly.

“what?! that’s what you said!” he gave you an exaggerated pout.

you pulled him on top of you, wrapping your arms around his neck, “no. the cupcake was not stupid, hyunjin. it was very sweet and thoughtful of you. i wish i could understand why you care for me so much.”

his brown eyes melted into yours as he shook his head slightly, his cock now becoming soft inside of you.

“how could i not? my love for you is deeper than the ocean.”

[dracoslittlepet]

IMAGINE...

• Draco writing a letter home to his mother about you, expressing his feelings for you and how much he adores you...

Scritch, scritch, scritch.

Every stroke of Draco's quill on the parchment formed the finest letters, the product of which was some of the sappiest things he had possibly ever written. He couldn't quite keep the smile off his face as he wrote, his cheeks flushing a faint pink every now and then.

"Dearest Mother,

I know it has been a very long while since I last wrote home, but there has been so much going on. Would you believe it if I told you I'm in love? I still can't quite believe it, myself. Oh, she's wonderful. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N, and she's a half-blood. Now, I know what you and Father are going to say, but I really don't see the problem. Mother, she is the sweetest girl I have ever met, if maybe a bit too nice to be in Slytherin, though.

But that's quite alright. I think that's what I admire the most about her. She has nothing but kindness for those she cares deeply about, but she also has a fierce temper to rival my own. Potter called me a rather unsavory name last week, and Y/N almost tore him a new one. Oh, if you could have seen her! She was nothing short of perfection, I swear it.

I'm really hoping that you and Father will let me bring her home for the holidays this year, so you can both have a chance to meet her, and maybe see her the way I do. Just being around her takes a lot off my mind, she makes me feel more like myself than I possibly ever have in a very long time. There are so many little things I absolutely adore about her...

The way she smiles, the sound of her laughter, the way she always has to sneak a book out with her to the Great Hall, so she can read during mealtimes.... Everything about her is so endearing. Y/N and I have only been seeing each other for all of about three months, but it feels like I've known her forever.

Time feels eternal, endless, when I'm near her... Like things are finally being set right and nothing can go wrong. I'm probably jinxing myself by saying so, but I have a feeling this is going to last for a while. Who knows, I may eventually propose to her, if things continue as smoothly as they have. (With yours and Father's blessing, of course. And her parents'.)

In other news, things are going alright. I've left my Quidditch position as team Seeker, in order to focus on the task you and I talked about at the start of the year. Blaise Zabini has taken over for me, you would like him. He's one hell of a Seeker, and he seems to know what he's doing, if our latest wins over Gryffindor are any indication.

I'm currently top of the class in my Alchemy and Dark Arts classes, which is what I wanted. That reminds me, Y/N is top of the class in Potions, did you know? But I don't think she'll make a career out of it. If I remember correctly, I think she said she wanted to be an Auror, or perhaps something to do with Muggle Studies? I'll ask her when I see her again, and get back to you on that.

In the meantime, I'm hoping you and Father are both well, and that things back home are alright. Here's hoping that everything stays quiet for a bit, you know? At least then we might have a chance. Anyway, I can't think of much else that is new, but please, when you get this letter, send me an owl back as soon as you can.

I want to hear from you and Father, see what you think of my earlier idea, of bringing Y/N home with me. Until next time, wishing you both well and sending my love to you and Father...

Much love,

♡ Draco

He knew adding the little heart at the end might have been the cherry on top, as far as sappy goes. But he didn't care; he was in love and he didn't give a damn if it was unlike him. Y/N was the best thing that had happened to him, and he was determined to keep it that way. With another smile, Draco neatly folded up the letter, tucking it inside one of his family's signature dark green envelopes, before sealing it shut.

And later that afternoon, as he sent away the letter by his family's eagle owl, a sense of lightness and warmth came over him. Who would have thought that he, Draco Malfoy, would ever fall in love?

But it was true; he had (and would continue to have) an utterly unequivocal sense of love and affection for Y/N, until his dying breath. After all, isn't this how things were supposed to be...?

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Oh! I almost missed these!

Yeah that sounds like a you problem and Bobby?

Okay, so. I know normally prompts are for fun times but... I needed something platonic. And something with one of the girls after all I've been writing for the last week. So. That + my own family drama means we got Bobby & Carrie sibs. Hope that's okay!

He can hear the loud stomping from down the hall and smiles to himself. Does he need to be in here tonight? No. Does it fuel him knowing how mad she’s going to be about it? Yes, absolutely. He needs to get his kicks from somewhere, right?

He schools his face back into a neutral expression, focusing back on his game. He continues half listening down the hall while he plays.

“Bobby!” Carrie shouts as she appears in the doorway, “I told you that I needed the TV room tonight!”

He doesn’t look up from his game. “It’s a common area, Carrie. You don’t get to lay claim to it just because you want. I was here first.”

“We talked about this,” she seethes through clenched teeth. 

Bobby has to concentrate to prevent himself from grinning. She is so predictable.

“You talked,” he reminds her. “I didn’t agree to anything.”

Carrie throws her hands up as she shrieks, “I hate you.”

Bobby shrugs. “Okay, and?”

She huffs defiantly, somehow managing to restrain herself from stomping her foot. “You’re the absolute worst brother.”

“How could you know? I’m your only brother. Besides, if it wasn’t me, it could be someone like…” he trails off, dragging out the teasing for as long as possible. “Reggie.”

Carrie draws in a sharp breath and Bobby manages to refrain from laughing. He knows that Carrie has a complicated relationship with Reggie. Much like everyone, if he’s being completely honest. Sometimes, he annoys the absolute shit out of them with his goofiness and naivete but there’s always an undercurrent of adoration. You can’t help but love Reggie. 

Well, most people, anyway. 

“Or Luke,” he adds, relishing in the way that she goes silent. 

“I’d have murdered him in the womb,” she says finally, voice dripping with derision. 

Bobby coughs out a laugh at that. 

Carrie sighs, “So can I have the room, please? The girls will be here any minute.”

“No,” he says simply. 

This time, she does stomp her feet. She lets out an angry growl. “I wish you’d never been born!” she yells as she storms back down the hall.

“That makes two of us,” he mutters

He was apparently louder than he’d intended because she doubles back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks from the doorway. He can hear the conflict in her voice, her tone somewhere between anger, annoyance, and worry.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Bobby decides he’s done playing his game, both the one on the television and the one with his sister. He saves and shuts down the console. He gathers his handful of things and stands, turning to face a very confused Carrie. 

“What are you-?” she asks. 

“I changed my mind. Have fun,” he says, brushing past her and toward his bedroom. 

It’s not long after, maybe half an hour, when there’s a knock on his door. 

“I don’t want to talk,” he calls, “leave me alone.”

Carrie opens his door a crack, just wide enough to see into his room. “Well too bad,” she tells him.

Bobby rolls his eyes, “Don’t you have friends to entertain?”

“They’re fine without me for a few minutes. I’m worried about you.”

He studies her for a moment before redirecting his attention to the book in his hand. “Yeah, that sounds like a you problem.”

She pushes his door open further, stepping into his room fully. She crosses her arms over her chest, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I didn’t ask you to be and it’s not my problem. You deal with your feelings and I’ll deal with mine.”

“Are you though?”

“Am I what?”

“Dealing with your feelings.”

He stares at her. “Are you?” 

“We’re not talking about me.”

“Exactly. I’m not your problem. You’re not mine. Go away.”

“Don’t say I never cared about you,” Carrie huffs as she turns on her heel to leave.

“Close the door!” 

She turns back to glare at him before wheeling back around and slamming his door closed behind her. 

Bobby sighs. He fumbles around for his bookmark, inexplicably finding it behind his pillow. He slides it into place to mark his spot and closes his book. 

He climbs off his bed, crouching down beside it. He reaches in under his mattress to dig out his secret notebook. He might not want to talk about his problems but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deal with them. In the only real way he knows how, anyway.

Bobby crawls back into his bed and digs out a pen from his bedside table. It’s not much but if he maybe gets a line or two to contribute to Luke’s next masterpiece, then so be it. If it helps to clear up some of his thoughts at the same time? Even better.

[devildom-drabbles]

Oh hey! I absolutely ADORE your writing style… you get the pros and cons of each character down so so well it’s amazing and yet still manage to keep it sweet and fluffy! On that note… please, if you don’t mind, a one shot on Belphie and MC snuggling playfully? But Belphie actually has a reason to stay awake! Thank you in advance!~

Thank you for your kind feedback on my writing! 😊  Aww, I’m always a sucker for snuggle fics. I hope you like how this turned out! Thanks for the prompt!

(PLEASE NOTE: Requests are still CLOSED. I’m just answering some that I had in my inbox before I stopped accepting them.)

Story - Your Warmth

Characters/Ship: Belphegor x MC Word Count: ~1.4k Warnings: None, just fluff

“Belphie!” MC exclaimed to the demon beside them.  “You’re dozing off again!”

The Avatar of Sloth’s eyes snapped open at the reminder, only to return to a half-lidded state two seconds later.  He adjusted his position on the large blanket he and MC had placed on the grass in hopes of waking himself up more.  A yawn found its way up his throat when he expressed his thanks to the human who had remained attentive to him ever since they both came outside that evening.

“At this rate, you’re going to fall asleep before the meteor shower starts,” MC remarked bluntly.  As they sat up, the additional fluffy blanket that they had brought along to keep them warm slipped down to their thighs.  “Maybe we should wait inside until it’s closer to the time it’s supposed to start?”

“No, I don’t want to risk the chance of us missing it,” Belphegor protested while tugging at their sleeve.  “Just lay back down with me.”

“Why?” they questioned, despite the fact that they were already obeying his wish.  They poked his cheek and resumed in a teasing tone, “So that I can nudge you awake another thirty times before we see a single meteor?”

“Hey, come on, it hasn’t even been thirty times,” Belphegor argued as he gently pushed their hand away from his face.

“But we’re getting close.”

“Well, we’re not going to get any closer because I’m going to stay awake.  It’s your first time seeing a meteor shower in the Devildom, and I want to enjoy it with you.”  Belphegor wrapped his arms around the human and rested his forehead against theirs.  He closed his eyes, his smile serene while he declared, “I’d choose this experience with you over sleep any day.”

“Belphie...” MC spoke above a whisper, his words making their heart flutter.

A soft breeze blew over them, rustling the trees and other plant life around them to fill the momentary silence.  Then, MC noticed that Belphegor’s breathing sounded a bit deeper than before.

“Belphie!!” the human chided, shaking his shoulder.  “Seriously?!”

The Avatar of Sloth quickly blinked his eyes open.  “Mm?  Huh?  What is it?”

“Nine.  Teen.”

The gears in Belphegor’s groggy mind forced themselves to turn.  “...Nineteen isn’t that close to thirty,” he pointed out.  “But anyway, I wasn’t asleep this time.  I was just resting.”  He tucked his head beneath MC’s chin.  “It’s your fault that you’re so relaxing to be with.”

“Well, it’s going to be your fault if you sleep through the meteor shower,” MC asserted, “because I might not be nice enough to wake you up next time.”

“Fine, fine.  What do you think I should do to keep myself awake then?”

MC hummed in thought while their fingers absentmindedly toyed with the ends of his hair.  “You could...run a lap around the house?”

“You do realize that’s going to make me feel more exhausted, right?”

“OK, then why don’t you just stand while we wait?”

“No way,” Belphegor replied as he shook his head, his hair tickling lightly at MC’s neck.  “Still too much effort.”

“What about at least sitting up?”

“Nuh-uh.  Not happening.”

MC huffed at his stubborn attitude.  “If you won’t move at all, then I’ll just take the blanket off of us.  Maybe the cold air will do you some good.”

Belphegor groaned at the idea, assuming that his vocal protest would be enough to make MC consider another idea.  However, the human went ahead with their plan anyway by kicking the blanket off the two of them.  Keeping a firm grip around MC’s torso with one arm, Belphegor stretched his free arm out as far as he could toward his feet and frantically searched for any part of the blanket to grab onto.  Unfortunately, he hadn’t reacted fast enough, and the blanket was now completely out of his reach, half-folded over in a lump at the bottom end of the blanket they were already lying on.  His annoyed grumble was cut short by a chilly gust of wind blowing across his body.

“All right,” Belphegor began through chattering teeth, “now you’ve done it.”  Belphegor turned onto his back with MC in tow, swinging them up onto his chest and tangling their legs with his to leave them trapped there.

MC squirmed within the demon’s tight embrace, unable to budge even in the slightest.  “B-Belphie, let me go!” they demanded, their behavior stemming from shock and confusion rather than frustration.

“Nope, you brought this upon yourself,” he stated with a smug grin.  “If I can’t have a regular blanket, then I’m making you my replacement.”  

Ignoring the human’s fidgeting, Belphegor’s hand slowly caressed over MC’s upper back, appreciating the softness of the clothing they chose to wear that evening.  Soon enough, MC ceased their struggle and relaxed in his hold, allowing him to use his other hand to coax their head onto his shoulder. 

“Mm, so cozy...” Belphegor murmured, basking in their familiar comforting scent and body heat.  “You might become a permanent replacement, actually.”

MC quietly laughed through their nose at his declaration.  “Thanks, but I think you’d be better off with a real blanket.”

“I don’t know...  A real blanket doesn’t have built-in handwarmers.”

“Handwarmers?  What are you—”  MC yelped at the abrupt feeling of cold fingers pressing against their bare back after sneaking underneath their shirt.  “You jerk!!” they shouted as they attempted to swat the culprit’s hands away.

“That’s not nice,” the demon replied, putting on an innocent act.  “I’m just trying to warm myself up since somebody kicked away our blanket.  Don’t you see how cold I’ve gotten?”

“OK, yeah, but now I’m getting cold!”

“Ugh, what a noisy blanket.  I think I’ve changed my mind about you.”

MC sighed in relief when Belphegor removed his hands from their skin.  Just when they thought he had returned to cuddling them, he rolled over to swap both of their positions without any warning.  The body heat that he left behind gradually seeped through the back of their clothes, relieving them of the chilly sensation that lingered there.  They watched the demon quizzically as he nestled his head against their chest and smiled in contentment.

“Yup, just as I thought,” Belphegor remarked, the sound of the human’s beating heart echoing in his ear.  “You make a much better pillow, MC.  But you’re not too bad as a blanket either.”

MC rolled their eyes in response, but they could neither hide the amusement that tugged at their lips nor suppress the desire to card their fingers through his hair.  “Whatever you say, Belphie,” they conceded, noticing him melt further into their chest the longer they stroked his head.  “But, if I’m your pillow now, then what are you going to do about not having a blanket?”

“Eh, I don’t really need it anymore,” Belphegor admitted.  “You keep me warm enough just by being close to me like this.”  He lifted his head up to gaze into their eyes, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks while he inquired, “What about you?  Do you feel the same way with me?”

It was now MC’s turn to blush as his question sunk in.  “I do,” they confessed.  They paused for a moment and then added, “Well, except when you put your frozen hands on me.”

The demon chuckled at the comment.  “Fair enough.”

Before anything else could be said, Belphegor spotted a streak of light reflecting within MC’s eyes.  “Was that...?”

The duo directed their attention above to witness the first few meteors illuminate the dark sky.

“Heh, see?  I told you I’d stay awake until the meteor shower started,” the Avatar of Sloth declared.  “Aren’t you proud of me, MC?  You really ought to praise me.”

“Oh, please,” MC scoffed playfully.  “If it weren’t for me, you definitely would’ve passed out a while ago.”

“Aw, come on, that’s not...entirely true.  Give me a little credit.”

The two of them continued to banter for a short time before finally settling down to immerse themselves in the breathtaking display in the sky.  The fluffy extra blanket remained forgotten as the demon and human found all the warmth and comfort they needed that night in each other’s arms.

[elizalyn]

Please may I have Fairy tail platonic headcanons of Gray Fullbuster with a little brother age 11 who is exactly like Harry Potter with Harry Potter's personality as well as Harry Potter's personality flaws and everything from the Harry Potter films. He is undeniably a sweet kid and he is a ice mage like Gray as well and he is a member of Team Natsu and a member of Fairy tail. Admittedly he is S class material and he is better than Gray at ice magic and everything and he is a kind boy...and very polite. He doesn't find Danger..it seemed to find him. He was willing to stand up to extremely powerful enemy Wizards to protect his friends no matter what the cost may be..it was a risk and it means asking for death but he is a Fairy tail wizard and if it means he can protect his friends so be it.

Team Natsu's relationship with Gray's sweet little brother.

Gray's relationship with his baby brother

Juvia's relationship with Gray's little brother

Fluffy as well.

Oh man, it’s been a while since I’ve read the books and movie Harry is so different from book Harry. But yes! Of course! Fairy Tail is my favorite anime, it was the first long series I started and even if some people call it childish, I still love it. I honestly wish more people wrote for Fairy Tail. Maybe I'll write some more self-indulgent imagines/headcanons or something after.

A/N: That being said, I am terribly sorry for how long this has taken me. I've been struggling with uni lately which just creates horrid writer's block not to mention just makes me so unmotivated to write in general.

But it's done! And I really hope it's to your liking! I address Gray's younger brother as Little Fullbuster but I honestly could see him named something like Ash or Sterling, just something that fits the colour scheme of Gray and Silver.

Warnings: none! Well, slight spoilers if you haven't seen/read much of the series but nothing really major also, not proofread

Let’s see…

General headcanons

Adored by the entire guild, obviously, how could Gray’s younger brother not be

Looks like a miniature Gray, same black hair, same dark blue eyes

Only difference really is his personality

Unlike Gray’s cold exterior, his little brother is an absolute sweetheart

I can see him making ice sculptures for friends

He’s so much stronger than Gray but so humble about it too

For an 11-year-old he’s so mature (but trauma will do that to a person 😭)

Speaking of trauma though, Little Fullbuster was only a toddler when Deliora attacked

Despite his sweetness, he can be a sarcasm god

Constantly throws witty quips in the conversation

Little Fullbuster learnt magic from Gray rather than Ur

Gray wanted his brother to be able to protect himself and magic was the best way he knew how

Little Fullbuster is pretty stubborn

When he wants to go on a specific mission he usually ends up going

Like Galuna Island

Gray was adamant his brother would stay behind

Little Fullbuster ended up going anyways, following Gray secretly

Natsu welcomed him happily after knocking out Gray

Natsu knows when to put a foot down though when it comes to Gray’s younger brother

He made Little Fullbuster stay behind with the villagers when he and the others went to explore

Relationship headcanons – Gray

Little Fullbester’s sarcasm really shines when he’s with Gray

G: “I don’t care where I get hurt, as long as my in juries are visible” LF: “Clearly, cause you can’t prove your stories otherwise” or something witty like that (I personally am not good at sarcasm 😔)

Gray can be overprotective of Little Fullbuster

Won’t let him go on some missions with the rest of team Natsu because it’s too dangerous

Struggles to let him go on missions without him

Gray honestly doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost his younger brother, they’re all each other have left (aside from their found family in Fairy Tail)

Little Fullbuster sometimes feels smothered by Gray, they fight about it sometimes

Little Fullbuster full on believes he’s capable of taking care of himself, and he is, to an extent, he’s still just a child

Gray doesn’t know how to get that through his brother’s head

Their fights don’t usually involve yelling, more like a lot of passive-aggressive comments or choices/actions

For example, Little Fullbuster has a habit of holding Gray’s eye contact while asking Natsu to train with him and complimenting him because he knows it’ll irk Gray

Little Fullbuster always ends up feeling bad about his petty choices and Gray usually feels bad about how the conflict was handled

They always make up, sometimes without apologies (I feel like this is a really common sibling thing, my sister and I never apologized to each other after fights), but sometimes one or the other would cave and apologize

They are both really grateful to have each other as brothers (not that they would ever admit it out-loud) and where one brother is, the other usually isn’t far behind

Gray struggles with the fact that his younger brother is stronger than him

It’s not because he’s insecure or anything

It’s just because he’s scared he’ll lose his brother

He trusts his brother is capable

But he’s scared something underhanded could happen

Like if it comes to a fight, Little Fullbuster fights fairly, but his opponent might not have the same morals as fairy tail wizards

Relationship headcanons – Team Natsu

The whole team knows little Fullbuster is more than capable of taking care of himself

Doesn’t stop them from hovering or worrying all the time

Lucy mothers him the most

Totally sees him as the little brother she never had

Erza trains with him without holding back

Natsu gets along with him way better than Gray

Natsu is actually willing to ask little Fullbuster to train with him to improve both of their quirks

Happy likes to think he’s a wiser older brother to little Fullbuster

Invites him out fishing so he can share his “words of wisdom”

To which Lucy usually comments on with a roll of her eyes or a quip about any “words of wisdom” Happy told her in the past

Wendy and Little Fullbuster are close in age and get along really well

Carla and Gray aren't too happy about it, especially with Happy's constant, "he's in love"

Wendy and Little Fullbuster honestly ignore Happy and all their older guildmates who comment things like "won't they make the cutest couple?"

The two train together a lot since they get along so well

Relationship headcanons – Juvia

Juvia is in love with how sweet he is

In turn, little Fullbuster tries his hardest to get Juvia together with Gray

Already sees Juvia as an older sister of sorts

Usually goes to her when he’s upset about something Gray did

They bake together for Gray

Juvia teaches him how to make her Gray dolls and weather dolls

Little Fullbuster starts making Gray dolls and leaving them in the most ominous places to freak his brother out

It’s Little Fullbuster’s favorite thing

Little Fullbuster is always there for Juvia

He knows full well that his brother isn’t oblivious to her feelings

He feels bad about it and really tries to be there for her without getting involved

Because he also knows that Gray is interested in Juvia, he just doesn’t know to what extent

Juvia never asks him to do anything to help her pursue Gray

She doesn’t ask him if Gray’s ever told him anything about her, she respects boundaries

But she does complain about her failed attempts

Which just makes Little Fullbuster kick himself mentally because his brother is just so emotionally constipated it’s so aggravating

But he stays out of it, it’s not his job

Though he would love if Juvia were to officially become his older sister

Relationship headcanons – danger

Little Fullbuster really has no control over it

It’s just that everywhere he goes, something happens

Danger follows him like a bad cold

Little Fullbuster has grown accustomed to something going wrong on jobs that puts his life in danger

He’s used to powerful wizards finding him during combat

This doesn’t worry him, not usually

Little Fullbuster is more than happy, well not happy, he’s more than willing to risk his life for his guild, they practically raised him after all

Gray isn’t as willing

The amount of grey hairs that he’s grown due to constantly worrying lol

Nor is he pleased with his brother’s attitude on the matter

Actually, you know the scene in Harry Potter where Professor McGonagall is like,

“Why is it when something happens, it is always you three?” and Ron’s just like, “Believe me professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for 6 years”

Yeah, but Makarov and Little Fullbuster

Given this unfortunate circumstance, Little Fullbuster has gotten really good at thinking on his feet

*possible spoilers* Like in the Tower of Heaven, when Simon was ‘aiming’ for Gray, rather than creating an ice copy of himself, Little Fullbuster was there in seconds, physically putting himself in between Simon and Gray and Juvia while simultaneously building ice copies of all three of them before Gray even thinks to do the same

Little Fullbuster is just so smart and quick, his incredibly skilled and it offers Gray some relief (not a lot tho because danger following your sibling everywhere is no walk in the park)

[the-six-that-thrive-if]

""I hope so." He places a firm kiss on the side of your temple, and your eyes widen softly,"

Sir, sir you missed. My MC's lips are a bit further down her face.

"I cannot stop the changing of fate," Ro gently grabs your hands, clutching them tightly. "Yet, I can promise that all will align."

Yeah everything sure will align if one day you take my MC's hands again and never let them go!! Or you can put a ring on it as a compromise if you really need your hands for other things that badly jdskjfjhnkasldf

And hello???? Platonic and Romantic stats like with the main ROs/subjects??? Does this mean that Ro is a partial romance option? Like, not as much content for him as for the others???

Platonic: 80 "He adores you.. He wishes to remain by your side forever…" - Then do it, hand in marriage please!!!

Romantic: 30 "Perhaps he does not think of you this way yet." - Or perhaps he does and MC just doesn't know it yet. But if he DOESN'T think that way yet then he will soon, on god.

Anyway excuse me Ro ~Simeon~ how dare you be so sweet and caring, and mysterious, and absolute husband material without even being a main RO!!! (Like Simeon Obey Me! please tell me you took some inspiration for his character there.)

I would also like to say that I really like Dante's character so far too, and Dad Edward as well like who the heck are you????? MC's file redaction must have something to do with him and his job as well, I am SO curious to eventually find out all about that.

And finally, that vision and the cherubim. He really tried to make sure that Dante didn't turn into a demon or something huh, I am on TENTERHOOKS to learn Dante's backstory and also about that angel.

All that to say thank you for sharing your writing with us, I am so invested in this story!!! Sending you a big squishy hug if you are okay with hugs!! <3

So yes, I did get inspo from Simeon from Obey Me cause I love him w/ my everything.

Not you tryna have Ro kiss MC 💀, he'd do it in a heartbeat if you asked. Ong. But I fr love this, when I say my jaw dropped, I fr love long asks.

[your-local-baguette]

Chris prince x reader

Warnings: cussing ? Angst maybe ?

The sound echoed over and over, the ball hitting your wrist again and again. It hurts...

" ANOTHER ONE!"

You yelled across the gym, in which your teammates slammed another curving ace toward you. You knee slid on the ground as you used your left foot support you body, the volleyball hitting the reddened area of your colliding wrists. You hissed at the stinging sensation, when the receive failed, you groaned and let your body fall on the cold ground, letting out heavy breath.

Your teammate quickly made their way to you, their head popping in your vision, you huffed." Thanks" they nodded before walking away" dont you overwork yourself, either way im dragging you out the gym" you sighted in defeat, lazily dragging your body up. Slow steps towards the changing rooms, massaging your shoulders on the way.

You closed the metal door of the gym not expecting anything, well yea, nothing ever goes you way anyway." Hii love!" A muscular blondie said, opening his arms, hoping to receive a hug. You lived up to his expectations, wrapping your arms around him, not even a second that he lift you up with ease. Spinning you around before letting your feets touch the ground again, now resting his cheeks on the top of your head. Its barely if he could, because you were like only two inches shorter than him. After his long awaited hug he pushed you on your lower back insisting you follow him. " Where are we going ?"

" im taking you to boue lock"

" is that allowed ?"

" i...managed."

Flashback.....

" i'll get on my knees please let me bring them here."

The jumanji egg( ego ) looked at him weirdly before sighing giving in.

He let out a little scream of joy before running out.

End of flashback

" uh ok"

...

" im guessing your tram doesn't know about this ?"

You asked, striking up a conversation.

" huuuh. They somehow found out. So try not to worry too much about that. Most of them are very respectful"

You nodded.

The car pulled in the parking, you and chris got out, you just dribbled a volleyball, these were some of the very rare occasions when it was silent with Chris. You walked at the same rythm, your steps synchronised, the halls silent before well sound of balls getting kicked ( get your mind outta the gutter ) and loud cheering. You both arrived in a stadium where a team was practicing, not very seriously but still practicing.

A ball came flying to your face which you stopped easily, throwing back toward them. Chris chuckled at your reflexes, dragging to a chair, you sat next to him, to his displease. Wish these kids weren't here and he could gave you on his lap but like the jumanji egg said' no intimate interaction'

.....

Hcs part. That because the volleyball wasn't included the way i wanted it to be.

Adores playing with you

Litteraly screams for cheering at your match

Supportive. Supportive. Supportive.

Has a copy of your team jersey with your number. Cuz yours does not fit him lol.

He had a hard time understanding how to do an underhand receive. Like why you gotta fold your thumbs over your palms. Cant you just have your hands interwined together. Side note: his thumbs pained him for five day straight.

Come to every.single.match

Does not understand how you can jump so high. Like do you remove gravity!?

Does the bandaging around your fingers/ hands.

You showed him an ace( the service ) and he was s.t.u.n.n.e.d.

Secretly practices against a wall.

Learned how to float serve just for you.

At this point more passionate than you🤨

Bought you ticket to your favorite team.

Got you a custom volleyball with your fav movie/series character on it.

You have a ton of equipment at home for volleyball.

Plays with you everyday.

If you ever have a child he wants them to learn football and volleyball ( volley when older tho )

An absolute sucker for a focused you

Hope you all enjoyed. Feel like this would also go well with lavinho. Talking about him;

I will prob do the three most popular cuz im obsessed with this man. So yea. Have a nice day. If it doesn't get enough vote i will redo it on another post cuz these are prob gon take a good amount of time. Bye bye!