#bringin it backwards

[princessbrunette]

gf reader and bf rafe but he used to pick on her before they started dating so she teases him about going from a bully to a simp

i feel like i never write rafe in a good mood so here it is :*

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．

you sit on the kitchen counter swinging your legs, watching him count a load of money on the table. you wore his shirt, the man having just fucked you within an inch of your life not even twenty minutes prior.

as you existed domestically in the moment, you thought of your past with rafe, your days at school together. think of a stereotypical jock; backwards cap and letterman jacket. that was rafe. you were quiet, kept to your self more— and rafe wasn’t necessarily mean to you at school, a few years your senior — but he was young, a dick, and did stupid shit to get your attention because he thought you were sweet and wouldn’t stand up to him. just stuff like shutting your locker as he’d walk past, or taking things from you and holding them out of your reach, or purposely blocking your path in the hallway, continuing to blockade you each time you tried to move around him. usual stupid stuff.

a few years down the line, and he still occasionally messed with you — but he loved you, and loved you hard so it made up for it. you giggle to yourself, the man glancing over his shoulder at you distractedly.

“wha’s funny?”

“just thinking about school, how you’d pick on me… and now look at you, whipped.” you make yourself laugh, watching him huff a chuckle out of his nose as he shakes his head.

“dont you think saying i picked on you is… a tad exaggerated?” he drawls, neatening the stack he made before folding it and clipping it, turning to face you, deciding to entertain the conversation.

“i dunno, you were kind of a menace.” you tilt your head cutely as he approached you slowly until he’s caging you in, hands leaning on the counter top either side of where you sit.

“a menace, okay— yeah, n’what am i now then, huh?” he quietens his voice, tilting his head, the word tease practically scribbled across his forehead.

you lean in like you’re gonna kiss him, giggle bubbling up inside you as you speak. “pussywhipped.”

he pushes off the counter with a tight lipped yet amused smile, shaking his head. “alright, yeah— should have seen that one coming.”

you giggle, trying to pull him back to you with your feet as he steps away but remain unsuccessful as he walks back to the table to continue his organising.

“from bully to simp.” you muse happily, rafe scoffing lightheartedly with his back to you once more.

“good pussy will do that to a man, what can i say?” his response is slow, distracted as he counts under his breath, pocketing a wad as you watch him.

“oh is that what it is?” you can’t contain your happy giggles, head still airy from the fucking he gave you earlier.

“s’exactly what it is. why you bringin’ this up, huh? you miss bein’ bullied or something?” he peeps over his shoulder once more when he hears the flats of your feet hit the ground, padding over to bother him.

“so you admit you picked on me?” you smile coyly despite his back being to you and he promptly changes this, slowly spinning on his heel with a smirk.

“i’ll admit anything you want if it gets you to shut up ‘bout this.” he lightly taps the top of your head with a wad of money, making you squeeze your eyes shut with a delighted giggle once more.

“deal.” your hands slide up his chest to snake round his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．

[ohyangchon]

Alistair,

It’s Joel again. Th’ Duke’s goons got their hands on ya, and I was movin’ our shit outta our usual spot ta somewhere less infested - by the time I got there, your place had been trashed and I found ya out like a light in our bedroom.

Navezgane’s finally gone ta hell. I’m settin’ ya up with a doctor pal o’ mine, Jen, th’ next town over and she’d be helpin’ ya relearn th’ ropes while ya recover. I’ve still got crap ta settle - maybe start trackin’ down whoever did this ta ya and teach ‘em a lesson they ain’t ‘bout ta forget. When all this is said and done, I’m ridin’ up on my 4x4 and bringin’ ya home like th’ bride ya deserve ta be. No more fightin’ zombies and runnin’ ‘round like a headless chicken doin’ these dangerous jobs.

P.S. I donated all th’ stuff ya said ta donate ta some o’ th’ survivors that were helpin’ me with errands. Only thing I couldn’t bear ta throw out was that black spear ya so loved. That one’s framed up in my office. Whenever this whole crisis with th’ Duke tides over, feel free ta come pick it up again. It’ll always be yours. ---- The new town was about as quiet as I’d expected it to be.

I’d set up shop next to Jen’s place, considering her interest in seeing my recovery. Learning to reuse the spear again was the first on my agenda (everything seemed scrambled in my head, and I’d pieced together crafting some basic tools through the magazines she’d been providing me), and the comfortable if not smaller grocery store beside her stronghold had been my base of choice.

Even so, occasionally tracing the drops of rain from the attic, I couldn’t help but think of the cabin from time to time.

Alistair’s Cabin. Joel had jokingly named it that, merging my name and the cabin’s together. It had been a little out of the way, but it had been our home. This “Moe’s Grocery” was comfortable enough, but there was just a spark of joy in the place that felt woefully missing without Joel sneaking over through the balcony to tease me about future work.

Of course, I was probably just counting my eggs a little before they hatched. Settling in to the place hadn’t taken much effort, with my scavenging across the mall strip a short walk away yielding well in starting myself off. Jen was a fair employer in what she offered me, and I was certainly relieved to avoid any bears in the vicinity for the time being, yet the emptiness remained.

At the very least, the sleepy town was more forgiving that Navezgane had been. Travelling at night for a quick scavenge saw a few loose zombies but nothing particularly threatening. The most harassment I received these days were the occasional vulture, and perhaps some snakes that lived in the area - more meat wasn’t something I complained about, I’d mused over the grill with Jen one night.

“You’re pretty special, I think,” Jen admitted, dropping off the crafting magazines in my mailbox with a grin, “I’ve never seen Joel stick his head out so much for a survivor like he did for you. He’d rather die than part with his money, but he was rushing you to me promising his entire fortune to keep you safe.”

“I wooed him with shepard’s pie,” I’d joked back, trying to keep matters cool, “Once I gather the ingredients for it, I could probably make you some. Only if you want to visit and take a break from treating people. Take it as thanks for saving me.”

Jen shrugged. “Least I could do. You were one of the best runners in Navezgane. Sadly, a doctor’s duty is never done,” she replied, already leaving as she tossed me a backwards glance, “If you really wanted to help, start donating your extra food tins to us instead. You’ve been growing a robust garden in your backyard - surely you could spare some crops.”

I reddened as she returned, glancing out towards the garden. It was true that I’d started developing a green thumb after coming to town, and the sprawling farm plot of various vegetables and hops were a testament to it. Once upon a time, I’d brewed an almost endless supply of beer, and now I’d been struggling to set up the chemistry station I once had to work the same way it did back inside the cabin. Not that I was lacking time, really.

Gardening took away some of the anxiety I had about how alone the nights stretched on, even if the place hardly attracted attention. While sitting at home waiting for night to pass, I’d taken to reading the various crafting magazines in the area and teaching myself the recipes to recreate some of the machinery I’d left behind in the cabin. It was either that or demolishing cars for spare parts (why were springs so scarce here?) or checking the dew collectors for a fresh water supply to brew drinks with.

For a moment, I could forget the place was less forgiving than Navezgane.

[redversaillesrose]

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals

Tagged by the lovely @sofipitch thanks dear <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

My mom’s great aunt, Carolina. Weirdly enough, we were discussing my name earlier today during lunch. I was bitching because they didn’t name me Victoria, which was one of the options. 

2. When was the last time you cried?

That’s between me and my therapist. 

3. Do you have kids?

I have 8 younger cousins and a younger brother. No thanks. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Only to answer stupid questions.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

About people I’ve never met before? How they make me feel. About friends/family/acquaintances, how they seem to be feeling. 

6. What’s your eye colour?

Green. 

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

A secret third thing: Vampire movies. 

8. Any special talents?

I can bend my fingers backwards, get lost in my own city and give good gifts. 

9. Where were you born?

Argentina. 

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, cooking, writing, translating and I’m very fond of walking. 

11. Have you any pets?

Meet the babies:

Haruka (he used to belong to my best friend until her mom went batshit and told her to find him a new home or she would get rid of him)

Tuka (My own personal bodyguard and #1 Good Boy. Fun little fact, his name is  “joint” in Argentinian Spanish. My brother named him)

Manuelita (Named after a famous tortoise from my country. She’s as old as I am, we were babies at the same time)

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I’m a recovering horse girl. Recovering against my will, I don’t have any horses at hand, and haven’t had them for several years now. Whenever the chance to ride presents itself, I’m back on my addiction. I never learned any of the formal disciplines though, I just like riding. 

13. How tall are you?

168 cm or 5'6 for the metrically challenged. 

14. Favourite subject in school?

Literature. 

15. Dream job?

I do not dream of labour. Writer or baker, if I must. 

Bringin’ back the good ol’ tagging anyone who wants to do it, only because tagging people makes me lowkey anxious, but please, consider yourself tagged if you want to do it and blame me for it. 

[violetfoxsketches]

It's Holiday Time!

What does Emmy do for holidays? Is it hard to celebrate since he become a vampire? Would he give some gifts to his loved ones? What would it be?

(This was incredibly fun to write, and entirely your fault :3 )

Emmy was sure his eyes must’ve grown to the size of saucers at the sight of all this snow. Sure, Flagstaff had its skiing slopes, but being in Poland in the dead of night, watching the snow fall in huge, fat flakes? This was magical. His nose —as well as Jasper’s- were both smooshed up against the one way glass of the fancy coach that was delivering them to their countryside destination. Victoria was bundled up in some fluffy fur coat and taking advantage of the fancy heated seats, while Javi looked particularly moody and out of place on the bench across from her. Jasper’s tail thwapped in rhythm against the sleeve of Javi’s leather jacket and Emmy was finding it just as hard to sit still as his canine companion. Then there was Cas, who seemed to be especially amused by it all. He’d told Emmy that he grew up here, way back in the 18… 19… somethings? Em had long since forgotten the date. He’d also listed off where they’d be staying but Emmy couldn’t even pronounce that name, much less remember it.

Sean was up front and handling the snowy drive like a champ. But every now and then, he’d turn around, see Emmy backwards in his seat, and bark at him with a ‘park you an yer mutt’s arse in that seat, cowboy’. Em ignored it for the most part; it wasn’t like a car crash could even kill him anymore anyways. Instead he kept his eyes on the passing scenery, astounded by how bright everything was, and how the trees all sported long, white icicles.

Finally the house came into view, surrounded by what must’ve been a foot or so of unspoiled snow. And after what seemed like ages, the car finally pulled under some wooden pitched roof. The first one out the door was, of course, Jasper, and Emmy was keen to be right behind him. Immediately kneeling to snatch up snow in his bare hands and yeeting it squarely into Javier’s chest as he exited. Javier looked downright offended before that scowl twisted into something truly wicked. Without warning, the man cleared the distance in a blur, snatched Emmy up in his arms and hurled him through the air in an arc. Cas and Victoria exited like proper fancy folks, but even Cas couldn’t contain the soft laugh that escaped him at the sight. Em squealed and twisted with supernatural balance to land on his feet in a knee-deep snowdrift —just before Javier plowed into him with a “you little shit,” and they both went WHUMP, ass over teakettle, into the snow. “Boys, boys!” Em heard Victoria shout and clap her hands just as Javi sat on Em's stomach and swept an armful of snow over Em’s face, “It is too cold for me to stand out here and wait for you two to finish being gross!” The extra weight left Em’s tiny frame and he was yanked upright onto his feet. Javi was doing that thing where he was scowling to hide the twitch of his lip that might dare let him smile as he reached over and brushed snow off Em’s shoulders and out of his hair. Em on the other hand, had no problem bubbling over with laughter at how much the snow seemed especially attracted to Javier’s hair and left him looking like an abominable snow-punk. In fact, it seemed the only thing the snow wasn't clinging to was his jacket.

Emmy waded his short little legs through the deep snow to reunite with the others.

“Thanks so much for bringin’ us, Cas,” he beamed up at the elder Ventrue.

“You’re most welcome,” came the airy reply, “But mayhaps in the future, we wait until after we have settled for you and your… ruffian to go frolicking in the elements. You’re both positively  soaked. I will have to insist you shed your coats and footwear in the mudroom and then change immediately. I will not have you leaving a drip trail through my old home.”

“Yeah yeah,” Javier answered for them both. He was high-stepping awkwardly through the stuff, pausing every few paces to shake snow out of the cuff of his jeans, “Not keen on dirtyin’ someone else home —even if it is yours.”

“Javiii,” Em hushed him, “You said you’d be nice.”

“What?” Javi retorted, but folded his arms and relented with a muttered, “...was raised better than that anyways…”

“Never would have guessed,” Cas replied dryly.

Em took the opportunity to hook Javier by the arm and walked him away to get their things from the trunk.

~ . . . ~

“I still can’t believe that shipping yourself in a jet from the states is just… a thing you do." Emmy mused. The den was nice and cozy. The fireplace had long since been replaced with a newer age radiator that only imitated a fireplace’s warm flickering glow —as real fire and vampires didn't get along- and a charmingly old sort of record player filled the air softly with Michael Bublé.

“Well, Emerald, when one cannot travel in daylight, one makes do. I hope you did not find it too jarring an experience to have to daysleep during travel.” Casimir replies from his seat on the couch. “Only really the bits where I was awake when the rest of you were conked out. I think Jazzy here was the one who hated it the most.”

Javi snorts a bit, “Oh he made it abundantly clear how much he hated it.” The canine in question was too busy circling and sniffing the tree, and Em turned just in time to see him clamp his chompers on an apple that had been decorating one of the lower hanging branches. Apple in mouth, Jasper hauled ass down the hall to wolf down his stolen treat in private. That one got Victoria laughing.

“I guess no one round here would’ve been snacking on those besides you anyways, Em.” She teased.

“At least he stopped trying to eat the presents.” Javier adds with his own amusement, “Speakin’ of…”

The man sits up from his reclined position and pulls a small box —wrapped in kraft paper and tied with twine- out of one of the countless pockets on that jacket. ‘Cielo’ was neatly scripted in ballpoint pen on the outside and the dot on the ‘i’ was a star. Emmy gasped quietly and gingerly took the gift before scooting over under the tree to snag his own haphazardly wrapped presents. Diligently passing something out to each of the three other vampires in his company.

“Well, go on” Em insisted.

Victoria picks delicately at her own disaster-wrapped package with her long nails. It was definitely wrapped almost in more tape and ribbon than paper. Javier simply pulled a blade from his belt that he usually kept stowed in his boot to make short work of the mess and free his gift. Casimir had a bit of a harder time with his and is the last to get it open. Emmy watched as each of them held out their respective gifts to inspect. He’d selected a scarf for each of them. Javier’s was long and soft black fleece, dotted with sprinklings of white constellations. He gives a quiet chuff and wraps the garment loosely around his neck. A rare moment of softness passes between the two as Javier leans over to give Emmy a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, I’ve been needing one of these.” Javier mumbles softly. Emmy, however, takes a moment to grab one end of the scarf and squeezes a hidden switch. A bright blue string of LEDs hidden inside suddenly flashes to life, illuminating the various constellations and turning Javier’s scarf into a true night sky. The soft look melts into first confusion, then an exasperated bit of laughter and a “Of course there’s fairy lights in it.”

Next was Victoria as she pulled a pastel pink infinity loop of delicate scarf from the wrapping. The edges were lacy and tasseled and the knots had been fashioned into little yellow roses and pale green leaves. She fussed with which way to gather the fabric before throwing it around her neck.

“Aw~” Victoria clicked her tongue and threw Emmy a teasing glance, “Does this mean the end of any more yellow roses hidden behind your back or stuffed under that chewed up hat or up your sleeves or wherever you keep managing to pull them from?” “Not in a million years,” Em giggled, “It’s just now you have some that won’t get all shriveled and lose their petals.”

Finally, Casimir managed to finish fighting tape to reveal his own scarf: A length of soft indigo cashmere with paisley and filigree, but upon closer inspection, the paisley shapes were actually little rabbits and the filigree were strings of purple orchids. He thumbed over the pattern before following the other two’s example and folding it tidily around his neck. “What a thoughtful surprise, Emerald,” Cas said with the ghost of a smile, “...And I’ll have you know there’s a gift under that tree for you as well. Ah! And before I forget…”

Casimir stood with the assistance of his cane and left the room. He was quick to return with a wrapped box and curtly handed it to Javier with a “Aaron asked me to make sure this found its way into your hands tonight.”

The Toreador looked up with blatant surprise, then took equally as short of time using the knife to open this present as well. It was… a smartphone? An envelope ostentatiously sealed with a wax “M” was also present and Javier passed the phone into Em’s hands to free his own to pop the seal and read the contents. “Kid,” Javier dictated, “Word on the web is that your blackberry is about to become a fancy obsolete paperweight in the new year, so I got my claws on a new one for you. Don’t worry; I installed Linux on it; no sneaky apps can track you or harvest your data. Yes, I disconnected the camera. You’re welcome. Aaron Malemir.” Emmy heard Javier chuckle but he was too busy pulling the new device out of its casing and sliding it back and forth to reveal and subsequently hide the full keyboard underneath the absolute unit of a screen —at least, a unit in his teeny hands. It’d probably fit Javi’s just fine. He relinquished the new gadget back to Javi, who immediately put it aside to thumb through and squint at the fine print in the user manual.

Emmy wriggled across the lacquered wooden floor to retrieve the next round of presents. All immaculately wrapped with perfect, coordinated ribbons and bows and paper and neat precise folds. Emmy was surprised to see a gift from Victoria addressed to Javi, in what looked like a similarly sized box to his own from her. Emmy could tell immediately from the weight and shape that it was a clothing box and tried to suss out just what exactly Victoria of all people could have bought for Javi to wear? Perhaps she’d pumped Lib for both of their measurements?

“No, no, you two need to open yours together,” Victoria insisted as she saw Em start picking at the glittery cluster of bows. “Huh?” Javier finally looked up from the user manual just as Em pushed Victoria’s gift into the man’s lap, “Oh, uh. I didn’t… Well, this is awkward…” he mumbled with a hint of guilt.

Victoria waved off the concern with a “Oh, don’t worry about that~”

She rested a chin expectantly on laced fingers as she waited with only the most pleasant, well-meaning smile on her face. Em beamed at them both; it was nice to see them getting along for once. Or, at least, being civil. He got to work removing each bow without damaging it and even took a moment to playfully stick a red one to the side of Javi’s head. Javi, however, simply sliced through ribbon, bow, and paper alike with his knife. As instructed, the two lifted the lids of their respective boxes in tandem and their reactions couldn’t have been more different. Emmy snorted and giggled. Javi cringed and curled a lip. In the boxes were two matching, incredibly garish clearly hand knitted Christmas sweaters: Emmy's mostly green with the word ‘NICE’ knitted across the front in silver, and Javi’s mostly red with the word ‘NAUGHTY’ instead in black.

Victoria grinned. “Now you two can match. You should go try them on; I’ll go get the Polaroid.” Em finally managed to suppress his giggles and even had to wipe the beginnings of red from the corners of his eyes with a “It’s like the sweater you got for Jasper, Javi~! Oh he hated it so much!” he turned to Victoria as she got up to make good on her promise, “Thanks so much, Vee; these are amazing! C’mon, Javi, yours matches your bow!”

Cas had a hand over his mouth but otherwise remained engrossed in inspecting his own, much more respectable-looking hand knitted sweater. Javier simply rolled his eyes, then snatched one of the multitude of bows to plop atop Emmy’s head in response.

“Fiiine,” he relented and stood up to hook Emmy by the arm and sent a look at Victoria’s way that said this wasn’t the end. He then escorted Em down the same hall Jasper had taken earlier. Upon their return, Em could not contain his giggles. It would seem if Victoria had somehow gotten measurements from Lib, she hadn’t quite learned how to implement them yet. They had discovered Emmy’s to be so wide in the collar that it almost hung off one shoulder. Javier had struggled to get his head through the collar of his, but otherwise the looser stitches worked to his benefit. He was still wearing that leather jacket over the bright red sweater. What Emmy had been losing his shit over was the fact that the only visible part of the lettering was now simply ‘UGH’. Javi had left the bow in his hair too, at Emmy’s request. Victoria was poised and ready with Emmy’s Polaroid, and Em instinctively snuggled himself cutely against Javier and smiled just in time for the flash. Javier smiled as well, but in a chagrined way that only used about half of his mouth and refused to reach his eyes. Victoria caught them in a second flash and handed the photos over to Emmy with amusement.

“Have to admit,” Javier finally said once the camera had been safely tucked away, “These are really soft. Comfy, even. Always thought these things were scratchy as hell.”

“Gross; you’re not supposed to be nice about it; You’re supposed to be,” Victoria paused to point at Javier’s chest with a facetious grin, “…‘ugh’ about it. But thanks.”

Emmy giggled at that, too, before burying his face even further against Javi’s chest. He was right; it was super soft.

“Alright, knock it off before I get Jasper’s spray bottle next.” Victoria made a shooting gesture with one hand.

“It would seem your insidious plan has backfired, My Dear.” Cas added from the couch. He’d found the time to don his sweater too, a dark navy and pastel blue cardigan in one of those fancy diamond patterns Em could never remember the name of.

He beckoned Em over and pointed to two more presents under the tree. It was then he realized Victoria must've already gotten to hers from Cas because it was conveniently missing and an unfamiliar pair of warm, but very pink boots sat at the foot of the couch. Em tugged Javier along and passed out the remaining bags and tissue paper. Javier was once again first to get his open and pulled out a bundle of sensibly dark socks. He looked… surprised by the gift. “I understand the holes in your trousers are intentional, but I imagine the ones I’ve seen in your socks likely are not one of your… statement pieces.” Cas offered.

“Wow, I haven't gotten socks for Christmas since my Mo—” he started to mention, but quickly clammed up with a “So, Em, what did the old fart get you, huh?”

…Em had been admittedly distracted by Javier’s sincerity.

“O-oh, lemme just…” Em started as he undid yet another ribbon keeping the bag shut and pulled out… an old key? He looked up at Cas for context. “There is an envelope in there as well, Emerald.” Cas gestures back to the bag.

Sure enough, there was a letter sealed with wax, same as the one on the letter Emmy had delivered to the man when they first met. He pulled out his own knife and gingerly worked at the wax seal so as to not crack it or tear the paper. It took him a bit to work his way through the cursive handwriting. Mercifully, the letter was short:

My Dear Boy Emerald,

This key belongs to the closet in the entryway. I implore you to return it to me before the vacation’s end, but you may keep what I have stored inside. May it help you experience the best Poland has to offer in this new chapter of your life …

Merry Christmas,

— Casimir Breza

Emmy’s eyes grew wide and he hurried to his feet to the specified closet. Once unlocked he squeaked excitedly and pulled out a well-loved wooden… sort of tabog… tabboo… sled-thing. A silky green ribbon had been tied around it and fashioned into a fancy bow that looked more like a flower.

“Oh now you’ve done it, old man…” Javier snorts knowingly and preemptively scoots out of the way just in time for Em to practically blur his way over to Cas and latch onto him in a hug.

“ThankyouthankyouthankyouTHANK YOU!” Em’s gratitude flew from him like a fast-forwarded cassette.

Victoria’s own snort of laughter joins Javier’s as Casimir grunts awkwardly and tenses in Emmy’s death grip as he sways them both back and forth. “As —urk- happy as I am that you appreciate your gift, do you not —hng- still have one left?” Casimir managed.

“Oh! That’s right!” Em gasped, “I left it in the room!”

Another excitable blur there and back and Em was now parked right next to Javi. Nestled right up next to the man as he finally undid the twine on the simply wrapped box. He caught Javi’s ghost of a smile out of the corner of his eye as he removed the brown paper and gently undid the box. It was… “Well,” Javier commented, “You kept talking about wanting to start up a music act…”

Emmy pulled out what looked to be a gently rolled piece of fabric and unfurled it. Before he could even register what it was, a small bit of plastic fell out from where it had been tucked away. Em caught it practically on reflex before it could hit the ground and gasped once he realized what he was holding was a guitar pick with a freehand star in green sharpie. The fabric, now that he’d gotten a better look at it, was a hand-embroidered patch that read “Emerald Starlight” in decorative lettering and framed by matching scattered green star-shaped studs.

“That’s the name you talked about using, right?” Javier’s arm curled around Em’s shoulders, “When we get back, I can sew that on the back of your jacket for you. Or we could hit a thrift store, pick up a new one for it.” By now, Em had let his hand drift over his mouth as he stared down, wide eyed at all the little stitches and studs.

“Oh, and I couldn’t exactly smuggle a guitar all the way out here, so we should swing by the shop and pick one out. I picked up an odd job or two, so we can get a nice one to get you learning on.” “Javi…” was all Emmy was able to manage through a choked voice.

He twisted and threw his arms around the man’s neck, peppering affection all the way up one side of Javi’s face before kissing him fully. Javi was momentarily stunned, but Em felt Javi’s other arm slide across the middle of Em’s back and hold him close.

They stayed like that until Em heard the all-too familiar interruption of a cleared throat and pulled away sheepishly.

“I, uhm… sorry, kinda got carried away.” Emmy admitted, “Did, uh… you wanna to bunk up with me to try out this ‘boggin-sled, Cas? I bet if Jasper pulled us, we could really get some speed goin'.”

— End —

Happy Holidays!

[current-mcr-news]

bringinbackpod: Frank Iero and I were both hit by vehicles. We shared our near death experiences and his journey to stardom in our episode: https://www.bringinitbackwards.com/pod/frank-iero

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[loganlynn]

I was on the Bringin’ it Backwards Podcast this week, chatting about music, drugs, Old Portland, and a bunch of other stuff.

Listen to the interview at www.bringinitbackwards.com/pod/loganlynn

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[rafescurtainbangz]

Can we get a dark jj too

Of course!!

I'd say this is darkish!JJ at best

+18 minor dni

700 words

Smut, language, pet names, jj is kinda wild with the gun, his girlfriend helps him Christen the gun, unprotected p in v

Read with caution

♡Lightly edited

Dark!JJ whose...

A little too excited about his new gun. He moves around his room stealthily, aiming at invisible bad guys as you read your book. “Don't you think it's a little much, Jayj? Do you really need a gun?” You ask wearily.

“‘Course I do, princess.” He gives you a smirk, cigarette dangling from his lips; nothing but some white boxers on his tanned body.

“Why though?”

“Protection, doll. Think of it like a condom. Yeah? Ya keep it in your pocket, just in case. Wouldn't wanna risk not having one of those. Same shit,” he chuckles raspily; twirling the gun around his finger.

“Is it loaded?” You whisper.

“Nah… Used all the bullets up this afternoon.”

“Doing what, JJ?”

“Shootin’ stuff.”

“Like…”

“Cans, mom. I was shooting cans with Pope, alright? What are you so worried about?” He chuckles as he saunters your way, ashing his cigarette out on your metal bed frame. He turns his hat backward as he leans in a little closer, giving you a sweet kiss. “I know what you're gonna say-”

“You, Jayj. M’worried about you. Why would you all of a sudden need a gun?”

“I’ve always needed a gun,” he mumbles. “And, could you stop bringin’ down the room? It's fine. It's fine. Alright? Nothin’ to worry about. Papa J is safe. Even safer now. One regret, though… One big ole regret. Never got to christen this thing.”

“Christen your gun… How do you do that?” You ask, apprehensively.

“With good pussy,�� he chuckles; his response making your heart race as you puzzle together what he wants to do with your help.

“It's not loaded… Like - Are you sure?” You ask, weakly; feeling a steady pulse between your thighs, terrified but excited all at the same breath.

“You don't trust me?” He gives you a crooked smile; lifting the gun up to his head, pulling the trigger. You hear the clinking of metal on metal making you gasp. “So… We good? You gonna help me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah-” He pushes you back on the mattress, flipping your skirt before you can change your mind. JJ loops his fingers around the string of your panties; tugging them away.

You feel the chill of the metal against your warm skin as JJ traces the gun higher and higher. Goosebumps spread across your body as he reaches your inner thigh; making you draw in slightly. “Relax, sweetness. You're safe. Alright?” He mumbles as he crawls a little closer.

“Fuckkk,” he moans as the gun hits your slick, gliding through your folds. He plays a little more, collecting your essence on the muzzle. JJ swirls the tip gently on your clit, watching as you whimper and moan below him. Your eyes widen as he moves lower, assuming what’s to come. “Uh - Jayj? I… Um,” you stammer as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“My cock’s bigger,” he rasps; giving you a little wink before pressing it inside, making you toss your head back.

“Shit, JJ,” you gasp.

“My girl likes it. Huh?”

He lowers himself to your lips as he strokes nice and slow. Your tongue greets his; reeling as he swallows moan after moan.

You feel him draw it out completely, eyeing the weapon glazed with your wetness. “Beautiful,” he groans. “For you.” He extends it your way, your hand trembles as you take it off his. JJ rolls to his back, working his boxers off his hips, tossing them to the side. “Co’mere, darlin’,” he croons.

You hover over his rock-hard cock, gun clasped in your other hand. “Now what, Jayj?” You smile. He clasps your hips, lowering you slowly down on his length until you’re fully sat.

“Look at you,” he praises. His baby blues brimming with lust. “Fuck. You look good.” JJ’s hands rest on the fullness of your hips, looking at you hungrily as his tongue glides along his bottom lip. “Let me taste it.”

“Jayj…”

“C’mon,” his lips part ever so slightly.

The gun passing his lips. JJ sucks off your slick; eyes rolling back as a deep moan rumbles in his chest. His eyes flutter shut, sucking all the way back to the tip. “So fuckin’ sweet,” he groans as you rest the piece down on the comforter. He smacks your ass roughly, soothing the sting with his heavy hands as he grips your ass. “That's how it's done, baby.”

JJ reaches up, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, towing you close. “How'd that feel?” He whispers as his lips graze yours slowly.

“Good,” you giggle breathily; still riding an indescribable high. You start to wind your hips, grinding on his cock as he smiles against your lips.

“Just another reason I needed that gun, Princess.”

[chronic-claire-universe]

Happy Birthday Mr Chifuyu!

Today is 19 December, Chifuyu's birthday! Me and @moon-mars-ikemen decided to join forces and make a two parts story for our favourite Tokyo Revengers characther!

Before pressing the read more, go read Mars' part, you will enjoy a perfect and elaborated story about the first division vice captain!

Part. 1 is sfw so minors can interact!

Words Count: 1453

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Mommy Kink, Oral Sex (both), Minors DNI, 18+

“Mmm Fuyu” you say while trying to break the contact with his lips, but his grin and his eagerly actions didn’t give you space for words, “F-fuyu please” you say while smiling and tigthening the grip with his hands, “Tell me my sweet mommy” he says with his smile deeply looking into you, “Have a surprise, let’s go before the twins snap us other photos and publish them as porn material” you say smiling and lookin at them, perkin from the restaurant door, “The key, I’m all yours” he says tossin them in your soft palm.

“Have a surprise for you Mr Chifuyu!” you say while lookin towards the street makin your husband blush, at the way artificial lights, were lightening your beautiful features, “Another surprise? God I don’t know if my heart is going to handleit” he says while caressing your thig, “We arrived!” you say taking his hand and givin it a kiss, “Ho-hotel?” he says confused when you park in the lot and take a bag from the backseat, “Yes dummy let’s go!” you say and Chifuyu follows you lost in the beauty of your body, his mind anticipating what is going to happen this night.

It’s been a long a time since you could be this intimate, sure you didn’t lost your sex life but havin such a little daugter that she totally loves her dad could be a bothersome during some steamy mornings, he chuckles thinking about the amount of time your daughter Keiko interrupted you. “What are you laughing at?” you say curious to know what’s in your husband mind, “Just thinkin about that we hadn’t proper fuck since Keiko born and now that we have the possibility we do it to have another one” you blush at his direct statement, “F-fuyu!” you say with red ears and cheeks, “What mommy I thought you wanted this too!” he says while ghosting his hand on your ass and squeezin it totally ignoring the stares of the concierge waitin for you. “Mrs and Mr Matsuno, we were waiting for you” he politely says while givin you curtsy, “Hope we didn’t cause any trouble coming at this hour” you say with a gentle smile to the man with gray hair, “Not at all, in fact everything is just ready. In fact here’s your key and for everything else you need you may call us pressing the number 1 one on the phone’s room” he says and givin him a curtsy you go to the elevator.

“Babe this is awesome!” Chifuyu says as soon as he enters the suit prepared for you, you smile and bringin the bag towards the bathroom you say, “Wait here mr! Don’t moove a muscle!” you say while pecking his lips and walkin backward while lookin at him spreading his legs and loosening the tie, it’s minute after that you come back with a blue night lingerie that left not so much details to the imagination, “Wanted to match your dress and your beautiful eyes” you say while going on his lap and start to kiss his ear and neck, gaining deep moans from Chifuyu, “Tonight is all about you baby, tell me whatever you want and you will have it” you say unbuttoning his chemise and starting to grind on his crotch earning groans that makes your liquids flow to your laced panties, “J-just suck me” he says with a blush and kissin you deep, he appreciates the curves of your body while his fingers caress your clothed pussy, swallowing all your moans. Disinhibition and lust fill both your eyes when you leave the kiss to breath and feelin the hard bulge under you, you can’t help but position your self on your knees and spreading him you start to leave his clothes on the floor you stare at his hard cock for a moment, “Please mommy suck me” Chifuyu says with pleading eyes but eagerly smearing your cheeks with his tip, “As you wish my daddy” you say with doe eyes while givin kitten licks to his cock. “F-fuck” Chifuyu groans as soon as you put his lenght, everytime feels like his first, he can’t get use to the way your tiny lips wrap around him and let him feel as bustin a nut the minute you start to suck up and down it, “M-mom, blossom -ngh- faster” he utters in between groans but he doesn’t wait your reply that his hips unintentionally hit the back of your throat, carefully movin his hips until you look at him with the most sensual look and he chants “Fuck fuck fuck I’m cumming y/n, I’m cumming! Swallow” and his load finish all inside your mouth givin you a side you could never be tired of, your husband a tired mess just because a blowjob only your lips could gift to his cock.

In no minute you find yourself in the bed while Chifuyu takes away every undergandment girding your perfect body, “Now it’s your turn” he says with a grin kissin you eagerly and startin to caress your nipple with the palm of his hand, causin a loud moan “Never being so sensible since you were pregnant with Keiko” he says while lookin at you and puttin a nipple on his mouth suckin like an hungry infant with his mother, “Gotta fill you a lot to see that swollen belly and perfect tits all ready for me” he says in his delirious state, “Yeah fill me up Fuyu wants to be pregnant with your baby again” you say movin your hips towards him trying to feel some contact with his warm body. Your husband looks to your desperate lookin and going up from the previous position he puts two fingers inside you grinning to your reaction, “Look at you, willing to give me pretty pussy and fill it up” he says fastening the thrusts and starting to lick at your clit, “Oh Fuyu fuck, wanna cum!” you say while taking his head and moving your lips to reach your orgasm soon enough, and that’s what you do, chanting Chifuyu’s name. Something about this night makes both you and your husband impatient, that’s why as soon as you wash the waves of your orgasm, you take Chifuyu to your lips and while kissing you he puts his cock in your entrance, sinking in one thrust “Fuck” you both moan feeling the stretch he provides you and the pleasure your tight walls give to his lenght, “F-fuck that’s my mommy, seems like the first time we fucked” he says while slowly movin but as soon as he sees your fucked out expression moaning under him and your boobs moving to his thrusts. Chifuyu suddenly feels all the control and can’t help but fuck you senseless, as he didn’t do it for a lot of time, your moans are his fuel and everytime he hears his name coming from your lips, he can’t help but savour the moment you will take all his cum and his cock can’t help but twitch at the thought “Fuck mommy, I’m not sure I will resist let’s cum together” and lookin deeply into his eyes you smile you say “Fill me up, Fuyu make a mommy again” careful circles to your clit make you come undone and that’s when Chifuyu follows you in the bliss of the moment, shooting deep rops of cum into you, whispering for the last time mommy until the final load hits deep in you.

Panting and sweating all long his body, Chifuyu collapses on your boobs, caressing his black hair you smile thinking about the new life that you’re going to create thanks to him, “Hope it will work” you say while kissin the crown of his head, “Gotta be sure” he suddenly says hopping his head looking towards you and taking you bridal style towards the bathroom planning to fuck you till he’s sure that another Matsuno will be on the way tonight, “I’m your for you all the night, all the life, happy birthday Mr Chifuyu!” you say in his arms while enjoying his warmth and preparing for another long night.

“Daddy did you plant a seed on mommy?” your daughter says as soon as she sees her daugther to the Ryuguji mansion, “Don’t worry princess, I bet your daddy planted tons of seed, you sure you’re goin to have a sibling to play tea time with you and Chi-chan” Draken says lookin at all the hickeys in your and Chifuyu’s neck, making you blush and smile under your lips, “This for sure will be another birthday to remember” Chifuyu says while lookin at his friends an then to you and your daugther, “Thanks everyone”.

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Obey Me: The Brothers Accidentally Trigger an Abused MC (Lucifer) (1/7)

Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on abuse or mental health. I’m not portraying how one should respond to these situations, only how I think the characters might. Abuse and trauma in particular are very complex topics, and people respond in all sorts of ways to them, and sometimes it gets really bad on all sides.

I can only draw from my personal experiences as well as those of people who have shared their stories or who I’m close with. There’s no one narrative of abuse and how it affects someone, so what I’m familiar with might not be what you’re familiar with. Let’s try and all be respectful of each other.

Content Warnings: Heated arguments, reference to past abuse, parental abuse, trauma response, breaking down in tears, this is quintessential hurt/comfort y’all, buckle up

First up is Lucifer! I will be writing similar scenarios for the other brothers, and they’ll get linked below once they’re done and posted.

Lucifer (You’re here) Mammon (X), Leviathan (X), Satan (X), Asmodeus (X), Beelzebub (X), Belphegor (X)

Becoming the embodiment of a sin is much like a curse. It takes a natural trait and amplifies it to absurdity, and there is nothing you can do to curb it. While the appetites caused by greed or gluttony or lust can be all-consuming, there is no sin more cruel to fall victim to than that of pride.

Lucifer sees how his brothers are affected by their sins and both pities and is disgusted by them. How low, to succumb to base urges like that. He could never do that. He’s better than that. He is in complete control of himself.

He has to be.

This attitude does not lend itself well to maintaining close personal relationships. When Lucifer gets stressed, his controlling tendencies get worse. He can’t handle another failure, not again, but he also can’t admit that he’s in over his head. His brothers know to steer clear of him when he gets like this.

MC does not.

They won’t stop bothering him, asking if he’s sure he’s okay, offering to help with this or that, and shooting him such pitiful looks when they think he’s not looking. He cares for them deeply, he truly does, but they’re still human. And the idea of a human pitying him is revolting.

“Lucifer, please, let me help, you look so-”

“What makes you think you know how I feel?” Lucifer’s wings snap open and the aura of tension around him becomes suffocating. “I am thousands of years old, and have lived through things you could not hope to understand. You think you have the right to even guess at what I’m feeling? You think you can help?“

“I-I’m sorry! I j-just-”

“Just what? Couldn’t help sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong again?“ Stop talking, you idiot, Lucifer thinks, but his mouth doesn’t comply. “Just stop wasting my time and go, MC!”

“I-”

“Leave.”

Lucifer’s posture, the anger in his voice, MC can’t help it. Eyes full of tears, they run out of his study, and don’t stop until they’re outside the House of Lamentation. They happen to breeze past a very confused Mammon, who follows them, only to find them curled up on the steps of the dormitory.

“MC? What’re ya doin’ out here, you shouldn’t be alone outside-” He notices their sobbing. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

For a few solid minutes, MC can’t manage anything more than fragments of words and hiccuping cries. Mammon holds them close, rubbing slow circles into their back and murmuring soothing platitudes until they calm down enough to explain.

They got into a fight with Lucifer. He’s been so stressed lately, and they just wanted to help, but he...

“Oh, I know exactly what he did,” Mammon frowns. “Said somethin’ stupid like ‘what makes you think a peon like you can understand the Troubling Complexities of I, Lucifer, the Avatar of blah blah blah’,” he flaps his hand as he talks, poorly mimicking Lucifer.

MC lets out a small giggle, but their smile quickly fades. “He got really mad at me... And it... brought up some bad memories.”

Mammon sobers up as well. “Do you...” he scratches the back of his head. “...do you wanna talk about it?”

~

Lucifer is drowning his feelings in paperwork when the door to his study bursts open and in flies a pissed off looking Mammon. He can barely get out a “Mammooooooon...” before his piles of completed work are pushed aside and the Avatar of Greed slams his hands on his desk.

“You got a lotta nerve, sittin’ there pencil-pushing after what you did!” Mammon snaps.

“As do you, barging into my room uninvited-”

“Oh, shut up, Lucifer!” The oldest brother’s eyes widen.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! What makes you think you can talk to MC like that, huh?”

“...Oh.” The tension in Lucifer’s body changes from aggressive to almost meek.

“’Oh.’ Is that all you have to say?! Do you know how scared they were when I found them? They could barely speak! I thought someone had tried to kill them!” Each word might as well have been a punch in the gut.

MC had feared for their life. Because of him.

“I... I need to apologize to them,” Lucifer mutters, which does nothing to quell his brother’s anger.

“Like hell ya do! You better get on your knees and beg after what you did! Bringin’ up memories like that, sheesh...”

“What are you talking about?” Mammon freezes for a second, then scrambles backwards, the reality of what he’s doing starting to set in. “Mammon.”

“I-It’s not my place to tell ya...” he feels for the doorknob behind him, determined to get as much space between himself and Lucifer as possible just in case the latter fully processes the unspoken rules he’s so thoroughly violated. “You should ask MC about it.” He turns the handle and zips out the door with a SLAM!

Just as Lucifer relaxes, the door peeks open once more. “After you apologize!”

~

MC sits on their bed, contemplating their immediate future. They aren’t sure what to expect the next time they encounter Lucifer. More anger, perhaps, or a terse explanation about what was frustrating him so much that he lost his composure like that. Maybe he wouldn’t even mention their argument, or worse, he would say that he forgives them. Because that’s all they do: fuck up and stick their nose in other people’s business. They’re a useless, meddlesome brat who needs to be put in their place-

Someone is knocking on MC’s door.

Lucifer calls out from the other side, “MC, are you alone? I need to have a word with you. Privately.”

MC tenses. Privately means they will be punished. 

“I-I’m so sorry,” they say, growing increasingly frantic as they start to address someone else. “I shouldn’t have- I shouldn’t have bothered you, I knew you were busy, and you work so h-hard, and I’m just in your way- I promise I won’t do it again! I promise, I promise, I promise!”

What on Earth are they talking about? Lucifer throws open the door and storms in, making a beeline for MC. The next thing they say stops him dead in his tracks.

“PLEASE DON’T HIT ME!”

And with four words, Lucifer knows everything he needs to. 

Slowly, carefully, he approaches MC, who is holding their arms out in front of them, protecting their face. They lower their arms when they don’t feel the sting of a hand or a belt and look up at him fearfully. Telegraphing each motion, he kneels down at the side of their bed, hands out in front of him, eyes locked on theirs.

“I will never lay my hands upon you, MC, not without your permission.” Lucifer pauses, and his eyes wander to something in the back of the room before returning once again to MC’s. “I came here because my behaviour the other day was… unacceptable. You were simply trying to help and I see now that my reaction was…” Say it. “You were deeply upset by it. I want to apologize, and to assure you that I will do everything in my power so that such a thing never happens again. Can you forgive me?”

Can they? Even as MC returns to the present, the panic doesn’t fade with the memories. They’ve given others so many chances, much like the one Lucifer is asking for now. Is this the only one they will have to give? Or will there be more? Can they truly expect the Avatar of Pride to both admit to and right one of his wrongs? In the end, MC decides…

...to forgive him. Lucifer’s actions were hurtful, but not intentional. And now that he’s aware of MC’s history, he is extremely conscientious of upsetting them like that ever again. Once they fully calmed down, Lucifer had asked them if they had any other triggers he should be aware of, and has since made it his top priority to prevent MC from being exposed to them. 

Of course, he is still as headstrong as ever when it comes to accepting help. A demon’s nature cannot be swayed so easily, after all. But now, he is clear about his boundaries and notifies MC well in advance when a rough patch of work is coming up. There are still some surprises, and in those times the two learn each other’s rhythms, when to hold fast and when to give each other distance, and it works for them.

...they can’t forgive him. They know he didn’t mean to hurt them with his behaviour, but it doesn’t change the impact. The rational part of Lucifer understands. He broke their trust, and it is not his place to demand forgiveness. But this is MC, this is the person who helped him and his family so much, and it kills him that he can’t do the same for them. That they will always be at a certain distance now.

And it’s his fault.

[pynkhues]

33 (because the show robbed us of seeing rio being soft interacting with small humans and we all know it) +40 or 53 pretty please !!!!!!

33 Baby Fic + 40 Almost Kiss + 53 Mutual Pining

Anon! This is basically my parents group au in a nutshell, hahaha, so I hope you don't mind just having a snippet of that instead ;-)

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“Your girl’s here,” Mick says, tilting his head towards the entrance, and Rio turns in time to see the door pushed open and Elizabeth struggle backwards through it, dragging that Frankenstein-monster of a stroller in behind her, Kenny hanging off the edge of her dress, still suckin’ on that pacifier. Rio huffs, glancing back at Mick even as he starts to move.

“Not my girl,” he replies before he gets too far, and Mick snorts on a laugh as Rio strides towards them, scooping up a now-reaching-for-him Kenny (and shit, when did he start doing that?) on his way. He tosses the kid over his shoulder before gently nudging Beth out of the way and grabbing the handle of the stroller, lifting it up over the doorjamb and carting in the rest of her kids.

“You know this ain’t normal, right?” he tells her when Elizabeth turns back towards him, fumbling with her enormous purse in the process to pull out her scarf, and he finds himself swallowing when she blinks up at him, her eyes too blue in the bright morning light. She gives him a briefly confused look, and he exhales, adds: “Bringin’ your kids to a bar.”

“It’s 10 – you don’t open for another hour,” she says with a shrug, wandering ahead to slide into the booth he’s starting to think of as hers, and that ain’t right either. “And I’ve got to feed Jane before I meet with the lawyers.”

With that, she wraps the scarf over her neck and fiddles beneath it, hand working as she undoes the top of her dress, and Rio’s suddenly very aware that she’s pulling her breast out of her nursing bra, and just - - fuck. His ears go pink, his grip tightening in the back of Kenny’s shirt over his shoulder, and vaguely he’s aware of Mick laughing somewhere behind him.

“Can you get her?” Elizabeth asks, a damp spot already forming on the scarf, and right, Rio thinks, dropping Kenny to the floor and starting around the stroller to get Jane.

Mash up some tropes with me!

[we-are-inevitable]

for the ask game, sarah and katherine are getting married, katherine sets up jack and davey at the wedding (kath may also have dated jack At Some Point and theyre now friends but its not necessary lol)

oh my god wait ok i absolutely love this ?? i know there a few fics like this already, but i love the idea of jack and davey not knowing each other beforehand! like maybe they've seen each other in passing and have like. been to the same events and parties and stuff, just bc they're both around sarah and kath all the time, but them not actually hitting it off until the wedding is such a good concept !! here's a little scene bc this is just too good not to write something for

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"Why are you standing alone?"

The voice comes from his side. He turns and sees Katherine, and as soon as they lock eyes, Jack smiles wider than ever. She looks gorgeous like this, all done up pretty and wearing a dress more beautiful than any Jack's ever seen. After a moment spent admiring his best friend, Jack shrugs and lets out a soft laugh. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, babe. Okay? It's your wedding day, Katie- go have fun! There's no reason you need to not be grinding on your wife right now."

"Okay, yeah, but," Katherine pauses as she grabs both of Jack's hands, swinging his arms like a child. "My version of fun involves seeing you have fun. Your my man of honor! It's, like, required for you to have fun!"

Jack huffs. "And if I say I'm having fun standing here watchin' everyone make a fool of themselves?"

"If you aren't gonna dance," Katherine starts, tugging him as she begins walking backward. Jack rolls his eyes fondly, and allows Katherine to pull him closer to the head table. "Will you at least sit and drink? You can talk to Davey! Get to know him a bit!"

David- er, Davey- is Katherine's brother in law. Jack doesn't know him that well, but he's seen him at a few parties that the girls have thrown; he seems like a nice guy, but Jack doesn't even begin to know how to talk to him. They don't exactly run in the same social circles.

But, before Jack can get a word in edgewise, Katherine is already waving at David, who smiles back at her.

He isn't the only one sitting at the table. The majority of the wedding party is on the dance floor, but there are a few staggered along the table- mainly couples sitting down, either having a break from the party or waiting for a spot to clear out on the floor. He's not sure why David is alone, though. Apparently, he won't be for long.

"Davey!" Katherine calls as they walk closer. "I need assistance, 'cause someone is being boring. You know Jack, right?"

"I've think we've met once before," David grins as he stands, then holds a hand out for Jack to shake. As he does so, David says, "You were the drunk one on the counter at the New Years party a few years ago, right?"

Jack cringes. "Not a great first impression, I know," He laughs as he takes the seat next to David- it's not his, but the guy who it belongs to is one of Sarah's friends from college, and he's been on the dance floor all night, so Jack doesn't see him coming back anytime soon. He looks back at David, though, and raises a brow. "If we're bringin' up past meetings, though, I seem to have a certain memory about you at one of Albert's Fourth of July parties."

"I've never been able to do another jello shot," David says immediately, shaking his head. There's a serious expression on his face- one that makes Jack chuckle. "That was horrible. I can't believe Sarah made me do that."

At the mention of Sarah, Jack looks up, immediately finding Sarah and Katherine on the dance floor. He's not sure when Katherine left the head table, but he grins as he sees them together. "Can't be any worse than the shit Kath has gotten me into over the years."

When Jack looks back at David, he's smiling toward the dance floor. "They really are perfect for each other, huh?" David asks after a moment. "They're sweet."

"They're shitheads."

"That too," David agrees, laughing. "They've been conspiring for a while to, like, find me a wedding date. Like- during the wedding planning. Sarah had it in a binder. 'Find Dave a Date.' I hate her."

"I made the mistake of tellin' Katie I wouldn't be bringin' a plus one anymore, since the guy I was talkin' to stopped talkin' to me, and she literally forced me to download Tinder," Jack admits, then grins when David laughs even harder from beside him- they've both had a few drinks, of course they're both a little giggly. "It didn't work, obviously, but just know you ain't the only one they've been buggin' about finding a date."

David nods. He seems to take this information in, letting it sit for a few moments, before he holds up one finger, downs his glass- containing a custom cocktail that the girls created- and looks back at Jack as soon as he's done. "Let's dance, then."

"Huh?" Jack asks, more caught off guard than anything. "You- You want to dance?"

"Why not?" David asks. "Let's rub it in their faces a little bit, for all the shit they give us. All in good fun."

Jack considers it for approximately one second before smirking and saying, "I like you, Jacobs. Let's do this."

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obviously they have fun at the wedding, keep talking afterward, and fall in love <3 this is such a stupid little set-up, but i loved the concept! thank you for the ask !!