#but i COULD see a public proposal if one of them just blurts it out kinda by accident

[electric-plants]

cyno: i would give anything to know how alhaitham’s brain works

kaveh: haha be careful cyno, alhaitham would take that as a marriage proposal

cyno: ah so you think that one could work then? i’ll add it to the list

kaveh: ….please tell me you are not adding that to a list of actual real proposal ideas right now

[kteezy997]

My best friend’s sister-part two//t.c.

Warnings: teasing, mention of masturbation, sneaking around, public bathroom sex, female receiving oral sex, fingering, squirting

“I need you, Timmy.” y/n whispered. Her hand softly rubbing his thigh under the table.

He grabbed her hand, stopping her, “We can’t. Are you crazy? Your brother and your whole family is here.” he released her hand, shoving it away before anyone could notice.

“Timmy, please.” she begged, her voice barely audible. She put her hand back to his lap, moving upwards, grazing over his crotch.

He stiffened in his chair, trying his hardest to not get the attention of anyone else in their party. “Y/n.” he warned, looking over at her with a glare.

“I know.. but can’t you take me somewhere?” she leaned in closer to him, but keeping a safe distance to avoid any type of suspicion. “Somewhere private?”

It had been a week since Timmy took y/n’s virginity. He wasn’t too nervous about seeing her again at Trent’s birthday dinner. He figured that what happened was merely a one time thing and they would probably never speak of it.

He hoped that it was a positive experience for her and she would be more confident in her sexual exploits going forward. They could still be friends. She could still be just his best friend’s sister. As long as he kept his visions of that day out of his mind. That could be a real problem, especially considering he’d thought about her as he jerked off the morning before the party.

“Hey, hey, my man!” Trent called out to him as he came into the restaurant. He got out of his seat to dap up his best friend.

Timmy smiled as he hugged Trent, slapping the birthday boy in the back. “Happy birthday, brother.”He looked up, noticing y/n sitting next to Trent’s girlfriend, talking to her. Her eyes met his, and he felt the electricity between them. It was something he hadn’t felt in a really long time. Trent’s little sister. This was not good.

“We saved you a spot next to y/n, buddy.” said Trent, adding, “We’re gonna order soon.”

Perfect. “Great, thanks man.” he could do nothing but take his place next to y/n at the table.

“Hi.” she said softly as he sat down.

“Hey, it’s uh-been a minute, how are you?” he asked, sitting down and scooting his chair in, then looking at her.

She smiled, “Good. Yeah, good.” she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair. Timmy could see the color coming into her cheeks. “You?”

“Pretty good.” he nodded politely, smiling with his mouth closed. Their shared gaze held there torrid secret, but those around them would never guess. They would be phenomenal actors.

......

Y/n couldn’t get enough of this moment. Sitting next to him, she could almost feel the heat from his body. She thought him day and night, and only of him.

"Somewhere private?" she asked, slyly putting her hand on his thigh under the table. Her body wasn't turned to him, no one would even know that they were in each other's conversation. She had been trying to tease him throughout dinner without anyone noticing. Timmy was resisting, but she knew he would give in. She could feel it.

He turned his head, saying lowly, "And how would you propose that? At your brother's party?"

Y/n hummed, crossing her arms over her chest as Timmy resumed his other conversation. Out of nowhere, she blurted in her normal voice, "Timmy, be a gentleman and escort me to the bathroom, please?"

He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders, "Sure."

She got up from the table and lead the way through the busy, crowded restaurant.

"Very inconspicuous, y/n." he said sarcastically, walking only a step behind her.

"Oh, don't worry. No will suspect a thing. They're not paying attention to you or me. It's all about golden boy Trent."

"What do you think he'd do if he knew I was fucking following you to the bathroom?" Timmy asked in hushed tone as they approached the women's restroom.

"It's a crowded restaurant, and I just wanted to feel safe having someone look out for me. And you're like a big brother to me, Timmy." the last sentence was a tease that she said with a high pitch.

He outwardly grimaced with a shudder, "Never say anything like that again."

"I was only kidding." she giggled, grabbing the door handle, "Come in in like ten seconds when no one is watching."

He rolled his eyes, mocking her, "No, no I'll make sure all eyes are on me." He watched the door close behind her, then stood in front of the door, like he was blocking other's from entering. He felt like a great protector for a moment. In all seriousness, he'd do anything to protect y/n. He really did care for her, and he hoped she knew that.

There was a soft knock on the door behind him, "Timmy? Are you still there?"

He smiled, turning and opening the door quickly and joining y/n in the bathroom and closing the door.

"Oh, good, I thought you had just left me hanging." she admitted, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

"I wouldn't do that to you." he held his hand out to her, which she took and he pulled her close.

"Do you want to do this, Timmy? Do you want me?" she asked, putting her hand on his cheek.

"I want you." he assured her with a firmness in his voice, he squeezed her hand, adding, "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day." he put his arms around her waist.

She let him close the space between them, she blushed and said, "Me either. I want to keep doing this. If you want to, I mean. We don't have to be boyfriend and girlfriend. It can just be sex."

He sighed, "Is twenty-eight too old to have a friends with benefits?" he chuckled. He looked down at her, "What are you doing to me?"

They held each other for a second, then he put his forehead on hers. She grinned, speaking softly, "I think a better question would be: what are you going to do to me?"

Timmy smirked, picking her up by the waist and setting her on the counter by the sink. He hands snuck up her dress, quickly pulling her panties down. He then parted her thighs and tucked his head between them.

Y/n, gasped as his warm tongue plunged between her folds. She was already wet, just anticipating this encounter. Waiting and wanting him for days, thinking about the way he was with her, so gentle but still the dominant force. It had all bubbled down to this moment. Finally, she could have him again.

His hands kept a firm hold on the outside of her thighs and he flicked his tongue over her clit over and over. He suckled at the tender nub, stimulating her to the point of making her shake.

Y/n grabbed a fistful of his curly hair. She let her head drop back as she felt the waves of pleasure run through her body. She held herself up, using her hands to anchor her on the cold surface of the counter. Her pussy throbbed, and she bucked her hips against his mouth. His fingernails dug into her legs, possibly leaving marks on her skin to last several days. Perfect, she wanted to be reminded of what he had done to her.

Timmy pushed back a little, looking up at her as he attacked her sensitive clit with his fingers. He rubbed circles there, and massaged back and forth, driving her crazy. He loved the way she moved in reaction to the pleasure he was giving her. It excited him to know that no one had seen her this way but him. No one had touched her like this. He was the only man to ever be inside her, using his fingers or his cock.

"Be a good girl and come for me, y/n. We don't have much time before they get suspicious out there." He warned, pumping his fingers steadily and curling them inside of her.

"Mmm." she cried, grabbing his wrist. "Feels so good." she cooed.

Timmy tucked his two fingers inside her, pumping and curling. He used his thumb to toy with her clit as well.

"Ahh!" the initial reaction to her orgasm was loud, but she stifled her own sound quickly, remembering that they were in a public restroom. She took a minute to calm down, placing her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat return to normal as she came down from her high.

"Ha, you made fucking mess." he said in amazement.

She looked down, seeing his hand covered in her cum. She felt really wet between her legs as well. "I squirted? Holy shit."

"Yeah, 'holy shit.'" Timmy said, still in disbelief, he shook his head as he looked at his soaking fingers. He then looked at her, standing up.

Y/n put her hands on his chest, holding herself up.

He put his hands on her waist, leaning in and kissing her hard. He pulled away, saying, "We gotta get out of here." He then grabbed some toilet paper and commenced to wiping her clean between her thighs.

"Oh, thanks." she said, shyly, letting him dab up her mess.

He threw the soiled paper away and washed his hands before helping her off the sink counter.

Y/n brushed against him, feeling how hard his cock was, she looked down, noticing the creasing around his crotch. "Timmy, you're so hard."

"Yeah, um," he opened the door, clearing his throat awkwardly, "you go on back to the table. I'm gonna head to my place. Just make up something as to why I had to leave. Come over, soon, please?" his hand brushed her arm as he pleaded with his sweet green eyes, his chocolate ringlets falling in front of them.

She nodded, "Of course. I'll leave soon, I promise."

"Good girl. I can't wait to see you." he gave her a subtle nod before walking away, leaving the restaurant.

Y/n made her way back to the table, feeling giddy from head to toe over the effect she had on Timmy. She made sure to come up with two good excuses for the evening: one for Timmy having to depart early, and one for her to leave by herself.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @kpopgirlbtssvt @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @ducktapebar @aoi-targaryen

[moshpitgamma]

HI!!!! First time requesting but could you write Barb x reader headcanons???

Ofccccc☺️🫶🏾✨(I was in the process of writing one and decided to finish just for you)

Barb x Reader Headcannons~~🎸🎸

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🎸When you and barb started dating she was hella nervous. I mean she would mess up notes on her guitar in your presence and was just pure clumsy

🎸Barb will literally do anything you want or tell her to do

🎸 Before Barb goes ANYWHERE she has you do her makeup and loves when you put on lipstick just to kiss her all over and leave lip shaped kisses all over her face and neck

🎸Whenever she plans dates she is most likely taking you to a secluded sick place and playing a song she made for you

🎸She may look like a non caring hardcore rock troll on the outside but she’s just a mushy love sick fool on the inside

🎸If anyone were to hurt your feelings or actually hurt you she will beat their ass up. After shes finish beating that ass she is banning them from the kingdom. If you’re hurt or still sad she is going to be there right besides you trying her absolute best to console you and patch you up.

🎸She’s LOVES pda. She will have a whole make out session with you in public if she wants too.

🎸She calls you her lucky charm or her mini me. You call her your big baby or your rockstar. (It makes her flustered😏)

🎸if y’all were to get into an argument she would wait at least a hour max to apologize no matter who’s right

🎸If she sees another troll tryna shoot their shot at you her jealousy meter is hitting the roof. I mean she’s marching towards y’all and is gripping and kissing all on you trying to secure her s/o

🎸I headcannon she has ADHD so I feel like at random times she’ll blurt out nonsense and play it off as if nothing happens

🎸her love language is physical touch. She just can’t keep her hands off of you👀.

🎸If you ask her to teach you guitar…buddy she’s falling in love with you all over again

🎸Will convince you to get either an ear piercing, nose piercing, or a tongue piercing

🎸She would 100% propose to you on stage at a concert so everyone could see it

🎸She’s the big spoon… no words needed you know😮‍💨🤷🏿‍♀️

🎸If y’all decide on kids there’s no more than 3. She would also get anxious if it’s triplets but would be overfilled with joy

🎸I also feel like she has a cussing problem and just lets it out like a sailor

🎸Will introduce you to the other leaders as Queen Y/N of the rock trolls. Will pamper you and treat you as if you are the most important thing in the world

🎸Loves to watch you cook and bake because she likes the way your nose scrunches up when you are trying to stay concentrated when decorating the cupcakes

🎸If you stand up for her you will have her stunned,proud, and flustered at the same time

🎸When she blushes it’s a deep blackish purple color and sometimes you flirt on purpose just to see it

🎸I also headcannon her voice is raspy and she has crooked teeth

🎸Lovesss when you color match your clothes with hers…Will eventually get some matching accessories or like matching piercing jewelry

THATS ALLL🎸✨🫶🏾

[55sturn]

Hey!!!! Do you think you could do a husband/dad Matt headcanons???

✮ HUSBAND + DAD!MATT WHO…/ HEADCANONS

BF!MATT who was so nervous to propose, he takes you back to the place you had your first date in boston, it was not your first official date overall, but it was the first one you had in his honetown after you met his parents a year prior, the same night his mom gave him her engagement ring.

the two of you were sitting on a bench at some park late at night, just talking about everything and cuddling, and he just blurts it out because he can’t wait any longer, he’s not on one or anything, just sitting there beside you.

“marry me.” “w-what?” “i’ve got a ring in my pocket right now and i’ve had it for a year, i’ve carried it around for a year straight because i’ve been wanting to ask you since the second my mom gave me the ring the night you met her. you are the person i want to spend my life with, my family adores you, i adore you, there’s no better match for me, so marry me?” “you’d be an idiot if you think i’m saying no.”

and the second you two get back to his parents house, he’s waking up his brothers and telling them you said yes.

FIANCÉ!MATT who doesn’t want a big wedding, but he is willing to give you whatever you want because he has already and will forever dedicate his life to making you happy.

FIANCÉ!MATT who settles for a small-ish wedding with close friends and family in the backyard of his parent’s cape cod house.

FIANCÉ!MATT who decides chris and nate are going to be his best men and he asks nick to get ordained so he can play an equally as important part in the wedding.

HUSBAND!MATT who the second you two are officially husband and wife and in your way for your honeymoon, he’s doing the cheesy movie scene and carrying you through the door way.

HUSBAND!MATT who is such an acts of service husband, like he’s doing everything you want and ask for.

HUSBAND!MATT who 100% gets cheesy mr and mrs. monogrammed mugs and dishes for you both.

HUSBAND!MATT who cries when he finds out your wedding gift to him, which, with the help of his family, is his own vacation home in vermont.

HUSBAND!MATT who gifts you your own house to raise a family with him in.

DAD!MATT HEADCANONS

DAD!MATT who knows you’re pregnant before you even tell him, he tracks your periods and everything and has your cycle memorized so when he sees that your box of tampons/pads is unopened underneath the sink two weeks after your period was due, alarms are going off in his bed because he’s sure you should’ve used majority of them by now.

DAD!MATT who and picks up a couple tests for you, and places them on the table in front of you and you’re shocked that he’s aware because you had only just started suspecting that you were pregnant.

DAD!MATT, who the second you see the positive test, is pulling you into such an intense kiss, one so full of love and passion that you have to pull away to breathe and then you’re joking “be careful a kiss like that is what got us here.”

DAD!MATT who when you guys find out the gender, you also find out that you’re having two twin girls and is so unbelievably happy.

DAD!MATT who wanted to do a big surprise when you guys’ visit his family back in boston but matt being matt, he accidentally tells them so casually in the middle of dinner that his mom chokes on her water and is like “wait what?”

DAD!MATT who is buying every tiny pink thing he sees, you’ll tell him that the babies don’t need another pink pacifier because you’ve already got a drawer full and he’s like “i don’t care i’m buying it for them.”

DAD!MATT who, just like chris, had his brothers help put all the furniture together while you’re out because matt doesn’t want you do anything heavy lifting.

DAD!MATT who is extremely overprotective of you.

DAD!MATT who will not hesitate to bitch someone out in public if they stare at you funny.

DAD!MATT who had to-go bags in the car before you found you were pregnant, they were packed and ready the moment you agreed to try for a family.

DAD!MATT who, the girls are born, is an emotional wreck, he’s just so in awe and love of what you did, of the fact that you carried and made life. he doesn’t acknowledge his part in it because he’s like “you did all the hard work.”

DAD!MATT who is wrapped around his daughter’s fingers.

DAD!MATT who struggles to say no to them all the time.

DAD!MATT who is so protective of all his girls.

DAD!MATT who raises them to not take any disrespect because he girls deserve the best.

DAD!MATT who also sets the standard for what kind of partner the girls should be with.

DAD!MATT who is so supportive everything they choose to do.

[demonslayedher]

Can we get a mini prologue to the low key married au? If you need prompts then have this:

Shinobu and Giyuu surviving the final battle, Shinobu loses her voice (somehow), giyuu losing his arm like canon, they become more expressive but still low key in public due to reflex. Now that Shinobu is mute, she uses sign language in the most menacing way. She smiles at someone while cursing out at them in sign language, and Giyuu is just sighing at his wife's antics. They do think of having kids, but it doesn't work out due to the fact that Shinobu became far too weak to carry a child. It took a while for them to overcome it, but they did it together. Shinobu is secretly glad she wouldn't have to name her child tanjiro.

Feel free to add more, It's 12 am I should go sleep now, I have school tomorrow. Peace ✌️ and take care.

What I enjoy about GiyuShino is that, despite (and maybe because) I don't see it as canon, it lends itself so way to many, many versions of AUs. Even in my Low Key Married GiyuShino AU, which has them married in the background for the bulk of what we see of their Corp service, I have envisioned multiple directions that could go in, which is why I haven't posted anything beyond the scope of canon because I like all the directions. I hope you don't mind that I'll stay within the realms of my canon-concurrent AU to give it some background and set-up.

SO!! They go on missions together and despite how much she bothers him, Shinobu feels drawn to Giyuu and Giyuu likes Shinobu's company. In this AU, Kanae had expressed a desire to get married some day, and Shinobu plays with the idea herself due to a desire to see Kanae's wishes come true and still have some presence in the world. This is only what spurs the thoughts; Shinobu's desire to marry Giyuu is more so on a whim and acceptance that happily ever after probably wouldn't happen anyway.

They wind up talking enough (amazing, she really pressed Giyuu's buttons somehow!) that they both wind up blurting to each other their insecurities as Pillars. Giyuu assures Shinobu she's worth her Pillar status for having killed demons no matter what method she uses, and Shinobu assures Giyuu he's worth his status no matter what went down at the Final Selection. They both find themselves comforted by having opened up and gotten encouragement.

This makes Shinobu find herself falling into that passing fancy about marriage, and she proposes it. Nothing to make them settle down or change anything about their mission; just two weak Pillars supporting one another. Giyuu responds right away by some excuse like "stay focused on the mission, Kochou" which is his way of backing the hell out of a conversation he wasn't prepared for, and Shinobu takes it that way initially, but then she reconsiders it later as his already having rejected her.

While away from each other, Shinobu is embarrassed and upset with herself every time she thinks of it, and chides herself for having been distracted from avenging Kanae. Giyuu, meanwhile, is all kinds of shaken up about it and can't get her out of his head, and while on a visit to Urokodaki, the topic comes up and Urokodaki (who, according to Fanbook 1, has a woman he fancies but things have never progressed with her) tells him he clearly wants it and telling himself he doesn't deserve it or anything is stupid. Giyuu tries to rebuke that he's, well, a Pillar (it feels strange to say), but Urokodaki reminds him there have been plenty of married Pillars, and urges not to fall into the same mistakes he did. This gets through to Giyuu, he realizes that yes, he wants to marry Shinobu, and in the time they aren't together, he's fretful that he's lost his chance and she's moved on, out of his grasp. (That sense she's out of his grasp won't leave him, even later.)

So they finally meet up and kick things off because he calls her out on her own BS.

She's embarrassed and initially defensive but it's actually kind of nice to be seen through so they talk it out, set their "Pillars first, spouses second" boundaries, and then make simple arrangements and seek Oyakata-sama's permission. They get married, and soon enough, they are off to work as usual.

[genshin-impact-writings]

HCs for Childe, Ayato and Diluc proposing to their s/o? 😍🥰

Thank you so much for your request, I love writing stuff like that. I hope you like what I came up with. <3

Characters: Childe, Ayato, Diluc

Them proposing to their s/o (gn!reader)

Childe/Tartaglia

Childe has thought about getting married once or twice but it’s not like it’s his top priority, at least not now. However, he found himself thinking about it more often after the two of you got into a serious relationship because he actually can see himself spending his life with you. You’re his better half, and being with you makes him incredibly happy. 

At first, he considered asking you after a fancy date night but he didn’t want you to feel obligated to say Yes, so he changed his mind about that pretty quickly and decided to propose in a more private environment instead. He prepares your favorite food, gets you a bunch of your favorite flowers and tries his best to set a nice atmosphere overall, maybe with a few candles, but nothing too cheesy or over-the-top because that’s just not his cup of tea. 

When it comes to the proposal itself, Childe tries to act tough and play it cool but you probably know him well enough to realize that there’s something going on. He refuses to tell you though because he wants it to be a surprise but it’s really hard for him not to blurt out the question right away. He’s both nervous and excited and can’t sit still for one second which is something that could make you a bit suspicious.

Childe is really self-confident most of the time but when it comes to his proposal and he gets down on one knee, he’s a blushing mess. It actually surprises him that he manages to get a word out because his heart is pounding like mad and his brain is completely empty. If someone asked him what he said to you later on, it’s likely that he can’t even remember since he was just so incredibly nervous.

Once you say Yes, he wraps his arms around you and peppers your face with kisses. In that moment, he’s absolutely sure that he’s the happiest man in the world.

Kamisato Ayato

For the head of the Kamisato Clan, it has always been out of the question that he has to get married at some point. It’s his duty to consolidate the clan’s fortune and Ayato definitely doesn’t take his responsibilities lightly. However, he always feared that he’d have to marry a stranger, someone he didn’t care about, so he’s incredibly thankful that he has the opportunity to marry someone he truly loves.

Ayato is well aware that he’s a public figure and that there are quite a few people who want to know everything about his private life, but he still makes sure that no one (except Ayaka and Thoma, maybe) knows about his plan to propose to you. Of course, he knows that he has to announce his engagement to the public at some point but until then, it’s a special moment that belongs to him and you only. 

The proposal itself is rather simple. While Ayato is definitely really good with words and knows how to deliver great speeches, he’s well aware that this is not the right moment for that. Besides, you deserve more than him oozing charm and sweet-talking, so he opts for an honest declaration of his feelings instead before he pulls out the ring and pops the question to you. He’s confident that you’ll say Yes but that doesn’t mean he’s not nervous because he definitely is (although he hides it quite well).

It makes him incredibly happy when you agree to marry him, that’s for sure. He can’t stop smiling for the rest of the day (and longer, even) and suggests celebrating your engagement with Ayaka, Thoma and the rest of your friends soon because it’s definitely something worth celebrating (and honestly, he just wants to brag about his beautiful fiancé).

Diluc 

To be honest, getting married or starting a family was never Diluc’s first priority, primarily because he never expected to fall in love in the first place. But with you, he can actually picture himself settling down, although he’d probably never quit being the Darknight Hero and protecting Mondstadt.

Since he’s not a big fan of public attention, he would never propose to you with other people around. He prefers a quieter and more intimate atmosphere for such an important event, hence why he most likely decides to spend a nice day at Dawn Winery with you, maybe going for a walk at the vineyard and a nice candlelight dinner in the evening where he plans to pop the question to you. 

As for the ring, I can picture Diluc proposing with an heirloom, maybe a ring that belonged to his mother or something along those lines. To him, it’s a way to show you that you’re a part of his family, no matter what. With someone else, it would have been tough for him to give his mother’s ring away but with you, it just feels natural. He doesn’t mind at all, and in fact, just the thought of you wearing this ring makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You wouldn’t expect it but he’s incredibly nervous when it comes to the proposal itself. He’s not good with words, especially when it comes to expressing his own feelings, and he’s also not a big fan of speeches, so better don’t expect him to deliver a flashy declaration of his undying love for you or anything like that. It’s a rather simple proposal but that doesn’t make it any less genuine.

You can clearly see the relieve in his eyes when you agree to marry him. You could swear he even has tears in his eyes as he looks down at the ring on your finger but of course, he’d never admit that. He’s just so incredibly happy and thankful that you really want to spend your life with someone like him and will most likely pull you in for a kiss or two.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging and/or giving me some feedback. I'd appreciate the support. <3

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Aaaaaa congratulations!!! I know we don’t even talk and that I’m just the purple-hearted reader, but I’m really happy as if you’re one my closest friends! And I’m totally fangirling because I’m dying to know how it happened 😂

-💜

hi purple-hearted reader!! always happy to see you here again :) and hey, if we talk on here, I consider us friends.

and ohh how it happened! okay, so; we cycled to a national park, which is like a 25 minutes cycle from our home. We went there during our first date, a little over 5 years ago. Danas (my mans) took us to the bench we sat on for a while that first date. I already more or less knew he was going to propose, but there was always a chance he wouldn't, you know? so to be honest; I was more nervous than I expected. But so was he, poor thing, he was so nervous he kept standing up and walking around, which is very unlike him haha so I knew he was about to ask it. and then he suddenly went down one one knee real fast while popping open the ring box and blurted out "will you marry me?" real fast. If I hadn't paid attention, I wouldn't have understood the ramble haha (bless him lmao) I obviously said "I do, of course I do." and then in his nervousness he handed me the box and I was like; "wait you gotta shove the rings around my finger?" and so he did, then we kissed (ewww) and he said "I love you, my queen."(swoon) and (after accidentally picking up a nickname from one of my fics) I said "I love you, wolfie." aaaaaand that was really it! we hugged and kissed, but we were in public so people could cycle by etc, so it was all tame haha and then we went for dinner at a restaurant at the park. and then we cycled home again where he video called his parents to tell them.

sad fun fact: he'd been looking for a ring for a while apparently. he really wanted to get a ring with an amber stone (as he's from Lithuania, and amber is like their gold haha) but he couldn't find one that would make for an engagement ring in my size. I would've loved an amber ring because of the more "personal" meaning, but naturally, I'm over the moon with the one I got instead!

[waterlilyrose]

I your writing, and would love to see an AU where Kate and Anthony get engaged!

(Kanthony Modern AU)

Anthony had known within six months that he needed to ask for his mother's engagement ring.

Getting Kate to agree to a date had been close to a nightmare. She seemed determined to think the worst of me: he preferred her sister, he was sexist, he was arrogant, they hated each other, etc. But, after they nearly kissed enough times for Anthony to be in a constant state of arousal, he finally blurted out "Can we at least have dinner while you are insulting my entire existence?" Kate had looked dubious (she seemed reluctant to believe Anthony was serious) but Anthony must have looked so earnest that she finally agreed with a mumbled "There's a new gastro pub on High Street - I'll meet you there at 6pm."

A pub wasn't the most romantic setting for a first date that Anthony had ever had but as long as the date was with Kate, he'd take it. The date could be called a disaster to an outsider. They bickered half the night and Kate actually threw a chip at his head at one point. The patrons were probably happy to see them leave quite early. They didn't need to know that Kate and Anthony had only left because if they kept eye-fucking across the table, there was every chance they might do something that would get them arrested. It was the best sex of Anthony's life that night and the old excuses of "I've got an early meeting" or "my sister wants to get brunch" were nowhere to be found the next morning; Kate woke up to a cup of tea and a quickie in the shower (the tea went cold as a result but it didn't matter - she preferred chai anyway).

Anthony had to hold off from screaming 'I love you' after a fortnight but something was telling him that he was just delaying the inevitable. Having Kate as a girlfriend was insanely good and denying it felt stupid. His siblings loved her (a rarity because they had never liked his other girlfriends) and even her dog had stopped barking at him.

But after they visited Aubrey Hall for a weekend and Kate had destroyed him at a game of Pall Mall and stole his Mallet of Death he realised - she was a Bridgerton-in-waiting. That night he tentatively asked his mother if he could have the betrothal ring his father had given her. Violet looked like she was going to cry with excitement despite his quick assurances that this was 'just encase'.

He hid the ring in his sock drawer and tried not to think too much about it. It stayed there for a long time and as they approached the one year mark of their relationship Anthony wondered idly how to do it without it being cliche. It couldn't be in public because the idea of there being spectators filled him with fear. What if Kate felt pressured to say yes in front of a crowd and regretted it instantly. Or what if Kate, who never sugarcoated anything with him, said no loudly and quickly? That would be an awkward night.

Do it on a beach? Nah. Anthony found sand irritating. And they lived in London - a beach proposal would require a five hour drive and Kate might clock on in that time.

In a museum? Kate would probably be annoyed at being interrupted admiring the paintings.

In a hotel? In a jacuzzi? On top of Mount Etna? Nothing seemed right.

In the end, the choice was taken out of his hands.

Kate was at his apartment when she complained her feet were cold and she had worn heels all day without socks. Anthony told her to get a pair from his drawer and put them on.

He didn't realize his mistake until she reappeared from his bedroom where he asked her from his kitchenette area if she wanted some pizza only to see her holding not a pair of his socks but a ring box.

They both stared at the box for a long time. Kate in shock at her discovery and Anthony in panic.

"Anthony?" She asked very quietly.

"I was… I was just wondering… I mean, it was just an…" Kate opened the box in front of him and took out the ring. His family ring sparkled under the kitchen lights.

"It's a beautiful ring." Kate mused.

"Yeah… that's why I asked for it." Anthony said quietly.

Kate silently looked at it for a long time and then (Anthony forgot how to breath at this point) slipped the ring onto her finger. They both stared at it on her hand in awe.

"Well… it would be rude to take it off, wouldn't it?" Kate mused.

True to her word, she wore the ring all night. In fact, for most of the night she wore only the ring.

[peligin-eyed]

What better way to top off a cheesy Christmas movie romance than with a neatly timed proposal?

It all started with Charlie’s trip to Abbey Rock. He’d warned that it might take a day or two and Liam had agreed to watch Helen while he was gone. When a day or two turned into a week, Liam started to really worry. When Charlie came back battered but exhilarated, saying he now had to murder highly trained nun assassins, that was it. Liam wanted to wrap him up in a blanket so tightly he wouldn’t be able to move to keep leaping into danger. Instead, he suggested they take a walk together.

He already had the ring. She had bought it on a whim (just…in case, as a nice thought) a couple weeks previously from a little Veilgarden jewelry shop- a solid gold band with a rather ostentatious sapphire (Charlie had once shown her the best way to throw a lizard to increase its chances of snaring enough bats to win the sapphire bonus prize at the carnival games tent). The little box containing it had taken up residence in the inner pocket of Liam’s good coat, where he had begun to think it might just stay forever.

But right now, he didn’t feel the doubts and worries that had been haunting him. They went to Jekyll Gardens. It felt rather public, which might have bothered him if he hadn’t been so wrapped up in the moment. His world had narrowed down to the icy path beneath his feet, the lacre gently falling, Charlie’s hand in his.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started, then stopped. He had to get it right, but how? Was there any graceful way to ask something as big as this? “I just thought… You could use someone to help look after the girl, you know. And someone ought to try stopping you from throwing yourself into danger sometimes. I thought perhaps that someone could be me.”

Liam let go of Charlie’s hand and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out the ring box with slightly shaky hands. He lifted off the lid to reveal the ring sitting inside on its little silk pillow. “Anyway, will you?”

Charlie stopped walking. He looked from Liam to the ring and then back to Liam, looking a bit puzzled. “Will I…?”

“Will you marry me?” Liam blurted out, louder than he had expected.

A slow grin crept over Charlie’s face. The handful of passerby braving the weather began to stop and watch the unfolding spectacle.

“Well, you make a good case for yourself, though I don’t think I agree with that bit about stopping me throwing myself into danger. I do like a little danger now and again. But I suppose it’s always good to have someone on your side against the danger.” His grin grew into a wide, cheeky smile. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Liam’s nearly glowed with joy as he slipped the ring onto Charlie’s finger. Someone started applauding. Neither of them saw who was doing it, as they leaned immediately into a very thorough kiss.

A shriek, a dark shadow, leathery wings overhead. Someone screamed and pointed upward. They pulled apart and looked up just in time to see a large dark shape disappearing into the gloom.

“Should we be…” Liam started, but didn’t finish as Charlie pulled him in for another kiss. This one lasted for a while.

[deputy-buck]

This is a transfer post from my old blog!

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Anon I’d like to personally propose we get married immediately- also i will be saying “boathouse” instead of “wheelhouse” now.  also I so didn’t mean to take this long-

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GabeWalt: Dumbasses, idiots, literally so oblivious to the fact that everyone else can see them. Walt teases Gabe about the Iraqi hitting on him relentlessly, asking Gabe to take his glasses off as though Walt ““sees something”” and then just saying, “Oh, it’s just a set of beautiful eyes, false alarm.” AND WALKS AWAY- 

ManimalChaffin: Clingy👏Bfs👏 Seriously, Jacks has no sense of personal space, he will hang off Chaffin like a jungle gym despite the fact that Chaffin is at least a head shorter than him. Chaffin likes it, likes the physical weighted presence of Jacks right there, knowing he’s nearly always within reach. Once one of them gets out of the Corps, they get an apartment together, adopt a little Jack Russell and name it Shelby.

Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Chaffin now has two clingy motherfuckers to deal with, and even though Garza is a little lighter than Jacks, he seems to forget how strong his grip is, often leaving little finger-shaped bruises on Chaffin’s biceps and forearms. Jacks will often shimmy between them and put both his elbows on one of each of their shoulders, Garza will lean into the touch while James stays solid. Garza bends to Jacks, Jacks bends to Chaffin, Chaffin watches out for both of them. It works for them.

BradPoke: Poke forced his way into Brad’s life and Brad got attached- simple as that. Antonio for sure has Brad wrapped around his finger, they banter of course, but Brad will always give way to whatever Poke wants. Brad also doesn’t really know what the fuck to do with a boyfriend so he just kinda waits for Antonio to plan dates and other excursions, observing and taking mental notes from other gay couples, Poke knows he’s doing it and thinks it’s adorable. 

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StineyTeren: Stiney stole a pair of T’s PT shorts the first day they trained together. It was an accident sort of, being assigned to share a barracks room meant that they shared the same laundry facility as everyone else in the barracks building, there are limited washers available to begin with and good luck getting two open washers. He was trying to be nice! He really was just trying to be nice, he thought Teren didn’t like him because T was so quiet, so Stiney thought it was a good idea to throw T’s laundry in with his own. Uhh, turns out they’re the same size in bottoms, and it turns out Teren labels all his clothes on the inner waistband and collar. Teren noticed it when they were grappling in the sandpits, Stiney’s shorts rode up to his waist and flipped down when he leaned and lunged for T’s legs, T saw the little Sharpie’d block letters on the tag and got distracted, allowing Stiney to finally take him to the ground on the first try. Things between them unfolded from there :)

WaltTrombley: It took so long for Trombley to admit he liked Walt too. So many freakouts, both internal and physical, he was a mess, Walt was patient though, letting Trombley settle down on his own time. Walt ““made a move”” on one of their last days at the abandoned tank repair yard. Bringing him to one of the odd buildings that was deemed too unstable for overnight shelter, Walt grabbed Trombley’s hand when they were behind enough cover that Walt knew nobody could see them and pulled the younger Marine close to his side, sort of leaning on him beings as Trombley is a little taller than him, but still walking. James blurted out “I’m not gay!” yet made no move to let go of Hasser’s hand or push him away, if anything he was the one to intertwine their fingers, rubbing his thumb over the back of Walt’s thumb.

ChaffinGabe: They’re worse about insults than Brad and Ray- That’s their show of affection in public. In private though, James gets a little sappy, Garza will catch James just staring and smiling at him, and when confronted all James says is, “Just can’t believe I got so damn lucky with you.” before pulling Gabe into a sweet, smile-broken kiss. Garza isn’t much better about staring, he can’t help it when Chaffin is fiddling with a new project he picked up, so caught up in how happy James looks. 

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GabeWalt: Gabe -just like everyone else honestly- is easily distracted by Walt’s mouth. No, seriously, Gabe has completely forgotten what he was saying mid-sentence all because Walt started chewing at his bottom lip. Walt knows. 

Walt for sure knows and does it on purpose but acts all coy. “Ya’okay Gabe?” and pinches his eyebrows together in mock worry, all the while Gabe is desperately trying -and failing- to not get hard right there. 

Sometimes he’s painfully honest about why his thoughts sputtered out, “’m fine, just really wanna fuck your mouth right now.” Making Walt grin and bite the tip of his tongue.

ManimalChaffin: Stupid asses. In their tent at Camp Matilda, they fooled around a lot at night. Both of their racks were toward the center of the room which put them closest to the radio they left on all night for white noise, so most of their noises are covered up. Jacks sneaks his way to Chaffin’s rack almost every night, immediately tugging at James’ boxers even before their mouths meet, he’s just so damn eager to get Chaffin’s cock in his mouth. James pets down Anthony’s shoulders and back, not hesitating to squeeze the nape of his neck hard enough to bruise when he cums. Everyone in the tent is already covered in bruises from grappling so it’s not suspicious. 

Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Gabe didn’t get sexually involved until they returned from their first OIF deployment. It should have been embarrassing how fast they booked a cheap room at a hotel only a klick away from Camp Pendleton’s main gate. They already had their post-deployment long as fuck showers so they didn’t have to wait once they got through the hotel room door. Anthony was already rucking up Garza’s shirt, big hands exploring deceptively soft skin, too excited to finally be able to touch instead of just stealing a couple glances in the showers. Chaffin was really no better, palming his own stiffy and grinning at the other two like they were prizes -which they are to him- and saying how bad he wants to fuck the both of them ‘til they can’t walk. 

BradPoke: Brad is a total fuckin’ bottom and it came as no surprise to Tony; he took one look at Brad and just knew this motherfucker was submissive and breedable a bottom- He lets Brad dictate when and where they fuck because he knows Brad hates being all vulnerable ‘n shit, white boy needs to plan and feel in control. It starts pretty much the same every time: Brad eagle-eyeing Poke all day on base, Tony acting like he doesn’t notice but intentionally keeps his body language open and happy to let Brad know he’s not in any type of mood, Brad will ask if Tony wants to have a drink at his place once they’re released, Tony will agree and sometimes give Brad a knowing little once-over and sometimes he won’t. They end up grinding against each other like indignant teenagers on Brad’s couch the second they sit down, Antonio knocking Brad’s stupidly gangly legs apart and pinning his wrists above his head, rubbing his Cammie-clad crotch against Brad’s matching crotch.

“Think you’re fuckin slick, trying to get in your ATL’s pants? That’s just sick, dog.” Tony will say, grinning against Brad’s mouth while he reaches for the velcro and buttons of Brad’s blouse, Brad already going for Tony’s trousers and easily getting them open now that his hands aren’t pinned. 

“Like you’re any better.” Brad huffs, letting his head tip back and his eyes flutter closed, a shaky breath leaving him just from wrapping his hand around Antonio’s cock, anticipating the feeling of it filling him almost too full. 

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StineyTeren: T regularly makes jokes that Stiney should have joined the Navy with his dick-sucking skills and how much he likes being fucked, he would have been a Fleet Admiral in no time. He likes making T feel good, okay? Ain’t his fault Teren makes the prettiest little noises when Stiney takes him all the way down his throat. Praise, lots of praise comes out of Teren’s mouth no matter what they’re doing, but especially when Stiney is prepping himself, three fingers thrusting in and out of his hole, trying to curl them enough to rub at the right spot. T will eventually take pity on the smaller Marine and replace Stiney’s fingers with his own, murmuring praise in Stiney’s ear while he squirms. Also a lot of T getting all hot ‘n bothered over Stiney in his shirts and hoodies, making Stiney wear one of his shirts almost every time they fuck.

WaltTrombley: Imagine sappy, sweet, patient sex... and triple the sweetness. It took a while for Trombley to get comfortable being naked around Walt in a setting that wasn’t just functionally efficient like showering on-base or changing in field tents, so it was huge when James tugged off his own shirt as he crawled over Walt. Lounging back on the couch, an old copy of Band of Brothers propped on his chest, Walt quickly abandons the book to direct his full attention to the pretty, shirtless boy suddenly in his lap. Trombley doesn’t say a word at first as he bends down to press his lips to the other man’s, his left hand cupping Walt’s cheek while he slips his other hand up Walt’s shirt, just petting over ribs for a while before speaking. 

“Want you to touch me, Hasser. Will you touch me?” James nearly begs, shifting his hips to grind down against Walt, fingers now toying with the button of Walt’s pants, he won’t pop the button if Walt doesn’t tell him to. 

“Yeah, fuck,” Walt groans, “yeah I’ll touch you. Where? You gotta tell me where, baby.” Walt greedily runs his hands over the exposed, freckled skin of James’ torso, dragging his nails up the younger man’s back to leave faint red trails for later, eager to please and ecstatic that Trombley wants to be touched. Trombley initially responds with a kiss, running his tongue over Walt’s bottom lip to ask to deepen it, and once granted he pushes impossibly closer, whimpering and pulling back when he realizes Walt isn’t going to touch him without basically written authorization. 

“Want you to jerk me off.” James mumbles like he’s embarrassed, eyes glassy and trusting. In the end, Trombley finds out that being with another man isn’t going to damn him to eternal hell immediately... and that it’s not just his own callouses he likes the feeling of against his cock-

ChaffinGabe: It’s like a fight sometimes, both struggling to get the upper hand, hands gripping and pinning until the other gives. They like it, they get off on it, so they keep doing it. Gabe usually gives first, not because James is stronger than him or anything, it just gets him in a certain mindset when Chaffin either gets him pinned or they’ve been grappling for an extended period of time. It gets to a point where Garza wants to see just how far James will go, wants to feel everything James has to give, wants James to take all he has to give. The physical strain and sweat are what gets to Chaffin, he’ll admit it’s a little gross to most people that he likes it when he can see the trails of sweat dripping down Gabe’s body, but it’s Gabe, and to Chaffin it just gets him so fucking hard knowing he’s the one making Garza strain and exert that much energy in order to sweat for him.

[stories-poetry4all]

After the divorce, she hid her pregnancy and left. Five years later, she took the child to work, only to find out that he was CEO. He broke down, "Who is the father of this child?"

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Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns

Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment.

All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom."

Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?"

Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group.

Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married.

At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish.

They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time.

It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time.

Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed.

After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working.

Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years.

Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband.

Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report.

In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news.

She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then.

Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone.

Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight.

She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour?

Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified.

He was something to see now.

"Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally.

What? He was on his way out? At this hour?

Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late."

Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up."

With that, he headed for the door.

"Mitchel."

Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him.

Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously.

"What's the matter?"

There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other.

A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?"

Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry.

Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink.

After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk.

A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone.

However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it.

The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today."

Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing.

Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped.

Mitchel was the man in the picture!

So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport?

This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered.

Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number.

The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end.

"Hello!"

It was a particularly gentle woman's voice.

Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away.

She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl.

The next morning, Raegan went to work on time.

Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money.

Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores.

The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had.

Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage.

Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel.

It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more.

After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks.

At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office.

Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all.

All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel?

Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial.

It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact.

Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right?

She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good.

She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly.

"Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?"

The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's.

"What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice.

"You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?"

"Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly.

"You know what, forget it!"

The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears.

They were talking about her as if she were an object.

Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document.

Soon, Luis's voice was heard again.

"By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her."

Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..."

Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head.

Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice.

The woman was indeed Lauren!

Absence made the heart grow fonder!

Every word drove a knife into her heart.

Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry.

She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside.

"Raegan?"

Chapter 2 One-sided Love

Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out.

Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!"

Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document.

Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome.

Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed?

With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it."

Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance.

Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold.

It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?"

Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying.

To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone.

Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well.

In the elevator.

Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love.

Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream.

She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love.

Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened.

She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea.

Several employees were chatting inside.

"Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back."

"And who is that?"

"Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!"

"Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?"

"Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!"

Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her.

The love was one-sided.

"Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?"

A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her.

Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping.

The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way.

With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?"

Raegan said nothing to that.

Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool."

Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself."

"You..."

Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change.

The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan.

Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes.

Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?"

It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers.

She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..."

Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove.

Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her.

Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!"

Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness."

Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it.

Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this.

Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate.

This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch.

Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap.

Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?"

These harsh words attracted more people to the break room.

"That's enough!"

Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo.

The entire room fell silent.

"Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him.

But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me."

The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face.

Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee.

Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?"

His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears.

No one dared to make a sound at this moment.

Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure.

When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes.

Raegan could understand why he took this stand.

However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words.

Was she truly insignificant to him?

Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show.

Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe.

Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you."

Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..."

"The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in.

She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look.

"You..."

Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said.

Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim!

The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger.

Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!"

Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment.

"Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand.

As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all.

Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson."

"Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof.

Tessa trembled at once.

With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone."

The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant.

She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..."

Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards."

Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here."

Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please."

It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out.

They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless.

Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office.

Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago.

Closing hour soon rolled by.

Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her.

He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home."

Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice.

She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation.

In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody.

How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her?

Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself.

All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment.

[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

I've been summoned, really love that there's no limit of requests <3

So here it is: How about obey me brothers with MC who have social anxiety and in public they instantly reach for their hand because it makes them feel safer and calmer?

@cookie11037 for an introvert like me, this request is so relatable

Lucifer

Diavolo held a ball for the exchange students

Most people were excited about it but not you

If you could just stay home, that'd be great, but you can't decline since the party was thrown for you and the others

With much nervousness, the day of the ball came

Stepping inside the great hall, you would've appreciated the decoration more if it wasn't for the enormous crowd

Before you know it, your hand reached out for your boyfriend's hand, who was also worried knowing how bad you are at crowds

He thought this would be a good opportunity for you to get used to crowds but seeing you like this is not just worth it

He came in front of you, blocking the view of the crowd, you looked up to your boyfriend who put on a comforting smile with eyes saying it'll be ok

Seeing him comfort you made you want to try harder and just when you were about to proclaim this new profound courage

"it's ok, you don't have to force yourself, let's take one step at a time, ok, let's go home" he softly said caressing your face

You can't help but nuzzle to his touch

Mammon

He invited you out on a date

You wanted to decline but seeing how excited he is to treat you out fro dinner, you said yes

Asmo was rooting for both you and his brother's relationship so he volunteered to make you all pretty

"You're gorgeous" Asmo blurted the dialogue mammom had in his mind looking at you for 2 minutes now

The tsundere can't help but blush

Everything was going smoothly and you were relieved

But that soon changed when you guys arrived at the restaurant, people were staring at you and you didn't like the attention you were getting

Your hand instantly reached out for your boyfriend's, in hopes to feel calmer

Mammon seeing your cowering form beside him made him regret taking you in a crowded place

As an encouragement, he squeezed your hand and gave you a comforting smile

When you both reached your table, mammon asked the waiter for a more private table

The waiter was glad to endorse a vip table, you protested that it's not necessary but mammon still went with it, eventhough it cost him a lot

Cause seeing your carefree smile in front of him with no laced anxiety is worth every grimm

Leviathan

Both of you don't like going out

So it's safe to say, most of your dates was spent in levi's room

However levi sometimes go out to buy over the counter merchs or anything anime related stuff

You thought this was a good chance to go on an outdoor date with your boyfriend

You proposed your idea, tho levi was a bit hesitant to agree since he knows you have a hard time getting used to crowds but he also liked the idea of you and him going on a date outside, so he said yes

You soon came to realize that the streets were filled with demons and anxiety start kicking in

You intertwined your hands with your boyfriend who was frantically worried about you.

He immediately took you to an isolated park, and made you sit on the bench while he was kneeling in front of you, reassuring you that everything's ok

"I'm sorry, i really wanted to go on a date with you but i-" you sobbed

"it's ok, you don't have to push yourself too hard, let's take baby steps, ok, don't cry, i don't like seeing you cry" levi gently said wiping the tears and encasing you in a hug

Satan

Your boyfriend's birthday is in a few days and you wanted to give him a gift

You saw a book satan wanted and you want to give that to him as a present

You contacted the seller who was more than glad to sell the book to you but he can't deliver it, so you need to pick it up

Really wanting to surprise your boyfriend, you forced yourself to go out and pick the book

Satan was currently out so you just left him a message that you are going somewhere

When you met the seller at a cafe, you didn't think, he would be with his friends, a group of 6 friends

You wanted to seal the transaction fast and go back home but everyone was throwing questions at you one after another

Feeling dizzy from everything, you heard your name being called out, looking towards the direction of the voice, you saw your boyfriend walking towards you

Within arm reach, you took his hand and relished on his presence

He was the one who finished the transaction with you just clingin on to him

On the way back, he suddenly stopped and faced your downfallen form

"MC, i appreciate how you wanted to give me a present but pls not on the expense of your well being"

You can't help but tear up and hug him which he reciprocated with an i love you whispered into your ear

Asmodeus

It's already midnight and Asmo's still not back, he's not answering his phone too

You were worried thinking of what could be the reason why he's still not home

You were extremely worried so you followed his location and arrived at a club

You don't wanna go in, the loud music, the waves of people, and the smell of sweat and sex its all overbearing but you have to make sure your lover's ok

You forced yourself to go in, and look for your boyfriend

When your eyed locked on Asmo's form, you immediately went towards the demon but was stopped when someone held your wrist

You came face to face with a drunkard and was about to say something when someone pried your wrist of his hold

Looking back, you saw your boyfriend, looking at you worriedly

He immediately took you out of that place taking your hand in his since he knows that helps when your feeling anxious

Now out in the cool night air, Asmo apologized for making you worry, a superior at his modelling gig dragged him to go drinking and forbid the use of phone during the drinking session

While he was babbling apologies, you just cupped his face shutting the demon up

"I'm just glad your ok" you smiled

God he loves you

Beelzebub

Beel was on a rampage at hell's kitchen

And lucifer asked you to put a stop to him since he listens to you

Worried about beel, you quickly went to hell's kitchen along with mammon since lucifer know better than to let a human go alone

When you arrived at hell's kitchen, everything was in disarray, and the other customers and workers was standing in the sidelines afraid of what may happen

You quickly went to beel asking him to calm down but you soon noticed the number of eyes staring at you, you could feel your anxiety kick in

You reached out for beel's hand and hung your head low

Feeling your hand on his, beel soon came to stop with his rampage and look at your cowering form, he soon realised why when he saw the crowd

He quickly picked you up bridal style and disappeared out of that place leaving mammon to deal with the aftermath

He took you to a rooftop and gently placed you in his lap hiding his face in the crook of your neck mumbling I'm sorry

"I'm really sorry you had to go through that, i wish lucifer didn't make you come"

"don't say that, i can't have you destroying hell's kitchen and besides lucifer sent mammon with me since he was worried too"

"I love you"

"I love you too beel" you said kissing his forehead

Belphegor

School was commencing and an assembly was going to be held

You didn't like the idea of demons being in one single place but you still have to go

Arriving at the assembly hall you soon found the brothers and went to the sloth leaning unto beel, belphie soon straightened up when he saw you approaching

With every passing second, more and more students were arriving and you could feel your heart beating faster

You unconsciously reached out for belphie's hand

He knew you were feeling scared from the look on your face and from how cold your hand was

He quickly gave you a slight tug, earning your attention and completely dragging you off to the school rooftop completely abandoning the assembly

Lucifer didn't make any protests already knowing that the youngest was doing it for you

He made you lie down on his lap and instructed you to sleep

"but I'm not sleepy" you reasoned out

"wanna exchange positions then" he suggested, secretly hoping you'd say yes

Smiling at his words, you guys changed positions and moments later, he fell asleep

Playing with his fluffy hair, you mumbled a small thank you

"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal."

- Albert Camus.

Masterlist🌻

[nanamisflowerfield]

Howdy nami :D i see theres an event goung on sooo could i have the fluff alphabet for the character octo boi azul? Thank you in advance! :))

Heya~ I hope that you like it and have a great day!!

1k follower event

A - Acceptance — How long did it take for them to accept that they were in love? What were they like after accepting it?

It took Azul like three weeks. First week: he thought it wouldn’t happen and he was just imagining it. Second week: The tweels annoyed him. Third week: He accepted his feelings and screamed at the tweels for teasing him near you, while they laughed at the octoboy.

B - Best Friends — What was it like to be friends with them? Have things changed since you started dating?

Not much. But there were two teasing eels, who loved to disturb you two and made even a bit fun about Azul being so damn flustered over a cheek kiss!

C - Confession — How did their confession go? Was it planned or was it out of the blue?

The tweels were his friends, but at that very moment, he had hated his dear friends, as Floyd was super bored and had talked to you. Unfortunately, Floyd had talked too much and blurted out that Azul had like “a super duper big crush on you, shrimpyyy!”. Azul had three plates in his hands, that fell down, crashing loudly on the ground as his gaze fell on the smirking Floyd and your blushing face.

D - Date — What was the first date with them like? What is their go-to date? What is their dream date?

Is dream date would be: you two alone, enjoying yourselves and having fun, but no, that’s not what he got during his first date, as his friends and yours too, had watched them like hawks. Have they learned it from Rook…? He couldn’t go anywhere with you, without those guys following your around.

E - Elapse — How long can they go being away from their s/o?

Two days.

F - Fight — How often do they fight with their s/o? Do they apologize first or do they wait for an apology?

Not so much, but there were a couple of fights and he was the one who gulped down his pride and apologized to you.

G - Gift — What is something they would buy as a gift for their s/o?

Everything that reminded him of you.

H - Hug — Do they like to hug their s/o? If so, how often do they hug them? What are their hugs like?

He really loves to hug you, but of course not in public. It would make him a flustered mess. He will hug you a couple of times in the week and his hugs are tight and warm.

I - Introduction — How did you meet them? What was your first impression on them?

You went with your friends to the Mostro Lounge and there you had meet the octa trio. “Strange guy, but the is hard working and seems nice…”

J - Jealousy — How easily do they get jealous? What do they do in that state of jealousy?

He will get jealous super-fast! Azul always thinks that every other student would be a perfect match for you, as you are so great and he wouldn’t deserve you. So, he won’t be the jealous type to get angry, but more be sad and pouty.

K - Kisses — What are their kisses like?

A bit cold and he will sometimes rush a kiss, so he will press it fast on your lips, making you two bump your foreheads and be in pain.

L - Love — When did they realize they were truly in love with their s/o?

The day you would help him out, when he became sick and had to stay in bed. He finally had realized it at that very moment, when you came to him and wanted to feed him tasty and warm soup.

M - Marriage — Do they ever think of marriage or how they would propose?

He is too busy to think about marriage at the moment, but he wouldn’t mind to propose to you one day, after having a well paid job.

N - Nicknames — What nicknames do they call their s/o? What nicknames do they like being called?

Azul will only call you darling and love, when you two are alone. Never in front of others! The same goes for you calling him by some nicknames. He will like them all, but won’t want to hear them in front of others, because he doesn’t want anybody to tease him.

O - Oath — What is something (i.e. a bad habit) they try to stop doing for their s/o?

Manipulating and using people for his benefit.

P - PDA — What is their outlook on pda? Do they love it or do they hate it? What’s the most affection they’ll give their s/o in public?

He really loves pda, but a businessman shouldn’t show pda too much in front of others. So he wouldn’t want it in public.

Q - Quandary — What’s the most awkward thing they’ve dealt with since dating their s/o?

There isn’t such thing as “most awkward thing”. There were too many for the poor unfortunate Azul…

R - Ruminate — How often do they think or daydream about their s/o?

Azul has a lot of work to do, so he doesn’t have much time to think or daydream about you. But there were times, where he was thinking about you and texted you immediately.

S - Scent — What do they smell like? (i.e. peppermint or cedar wood)

Soap, mint and a bit lavender.

T - Talk — How often do they talk about their s/o in front of others?

Azul would talk only with his friends about you and when they would start talking and teasing you or him.

U - Unique — What’s something they would do only for their s/o?

Hugging you and talking about his feelings with you.

V - Vulnerable — What’s something their s/o does that makes them weak to their knees?

Every time you would embrace him and give his cheeks a small kiss, would make his knees go weak!

W - Witty — What was their reaction to making their s/o laugh for the first time?

A small smile would grace his lips, while his cheeks will get a bit pinkish. He will cough into his fist and ignores the tweels, who would laugh nearby.

X - Xylophone — What is a song that describes the relationship or their feelings towards their s/o?

Nymano - Distance

Y - Yearn — What is something they look for or would like to have in a s/o?

He would love to have a sweet s/o, who is patience and loves him the way he is. His s/o also has to be nice and showers him with their love, because Azul needs love!

Z - Zzz — How are they when it comes to sleeping? Are they a cuddler, a blanket hogger, ect?

He looks like an octo-burrito. Cuddling with you and his blanket!

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It would be lovely to be supported with a small ko-fi.~ :3

[enchantestuff]

promises - red bull Sebastian vettel

as I promised just complete fluff and no smut. our poor seb isn't appreciated enough so here is the four times Sebastian jokingly proposed to you and the one time he actually did 

NOT MY GIF

warnings; none really, fluff (btw this made me realise how TERRIBLE I am at writing fluff sorry <3 )

2.1k words, she's long

Sebastian was nervous about getting a new engineer, he so badly wanted to win a championship with Redbull and Christian had confided in him, telling him that this engineer and their new competitive car, would help him live out his dream of being a Formula One champion.

It was nearing the start of the new season and Sebastian had still yet to meet the person that he would be talking to under his most stressful moments and who he had to have full faith in while driving his car. He had begun to think that maybe he never would meet his new engineer when he received a call from Christian, telling him that they both would take place in a race for the Redbull youtube channel, where Sebastain and his new engineer would race against Mark and his, the twist being that the engineers would be the ones driving, not the drivers themselves. Sebastian agreed knowing that it would be a great way to remove any awkwardness between the two of you.

Only a few days later Sebastian was standing on a random racetrack, talking to Mark when he noticed Mark's engineer walking towards them with a beautiful young lady by his side, who Sebastian assumed was his very own engineer. “Hi! It's so nice to meet you Sebastian! My name's Y/N,” you cheerfully greeted him as you shook his hand.

A smile immediately appeared on Sebastian's face at your warm nature and he knew you two would get along just fine. “Please, call me Seb, '' he grinned as he brought a kiss to your knuckles, “now, are you ready to beat these idiots” he joked as he cocked his head towards your opponents.

“Oh, we are going to make a great pair, Seb” you joked as you accepted a helmet off Christian and climbed into the car, getting comfortable inside of the driver's seat.

“Are you a good driver?” Sebastian asked as he secured himself in the passenger's side of the car.

“I don't think I can call myself a good driver with a future Formula One champion sitting right next to me” you smiled as you drove the car to the start line. Sebastian smiled before he braced himself as the flag spun, indicating the start of the race. His head knocked against the headrest as you sped through the track, blocking Mark's engineer as he tried to overtake you and weaving through deadly corners with minimal braking.

It was when the car drifted across the finish line that Seb turned towards you with a wide grin plastered on his face, his heart was thumping hard in his chest with adrenaline. “Please marry me” he joked and you laughed as you high fived him, pleased with your small victory.

* * *

The atmosphere around the paddock was tense, the drivers championship standings were close. Sebastian could almost taste the victory, but he still had a lot of work to do. He had what he would consider a terrible qualifying and had spent the whole night before the race brainstorming ideas on how to improve his time, however nothing seemed to be working.

Everyone was stressed in the Redbull motorhome the following day, which was never something you liked to see, but you understood it as you too had a sleepless night. You pulled Seb to the side the minute you saw him and told him of the new strategy you dreamt up late last night. He was hesitant since it hadn’t been approved by anyone, but he was willing to take the risk if it meant he would win.

“Are you sure?” he had asked you, looking intently into your eyes.

You shook your head. “No not really, but I know you and I know you're the only driver that could make it work” you confided. You both stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Seb pulled you in for a hug, he gently stroked your back as he squeezed you into him. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and hugged him back with just as much force.

“I trust you” he whispered into your ear and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Good luck” you spoke as you gave him a final squeeze and pulled away. You bit your nails out of anticipation and shot Seb an encouraging grin as he climbed into his car.

The race went much better than expected and although Christian was furious that you didn't run the plan through him first, he was satisfied that Seb was currently P1 with a final lap to go. Your nerves were at an all time high throughout the race and you could feel the grin creeping onto your face as the end got closer and closer.

It was when Sebastian crossed the checkered flag that you let out a relieved laugh. “P1 Seb! P1! '' you grinned as you spoke to him through his earpiece.

“Ahhhh thank you, Y/N! Will you and your strategy marry me please?” he laughed

“Congratulations,” you smiled “I’ll see you up on the podium”

You practically ran to the podium with the rest of the team, grinning up at Sebastian as he lifted the trophy into the air and you could almost swear he was grinning right back at you. You clapped and hollered at him and a blush crept up your cheeks when you saw him mouth a “Thank you” in your direction.

* * *

It was inevitable that you and Seb would become close, but you two had a very different relationship compared to the other drivers and their engineers. While the other pairs spent their time going over the car's performance and new strategies, you spent yours pressed up against the wall of your office while Sebastian kissed you with as much force as he could muster. Your most heated and intimate moments were just after a race when he was full of energy and you were full of pride.

Behind closed doors you and Sebastian could almost be compared to lovers, but out in the public eye you two kept things strictly professional, which is why you were full of shock the night that Sebastain had won his title.

The whole Redbull garage and the majority of the drivers went out to celebrate Sebastian as well as an amazing season. You had congratulated him at the start of the night, you shared a quick kiss when you were sure nobody was looking and he had bought you a drink. You hadn't seen him since, however and spent the last few hours talking to random drivers and team principals.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt two hands land firmly on your waist. You turned your head to see a tipsy Sebastian Vettel smiling at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “And there's the main man himself,” you giggled as you turned around to face him.

“I missed you,” he blurted out as his hands travelled dangerously low for a public event.

“Did you?” you asked “you're the one that disappeared for an hour” you continued as you tapped his chest.

“Kimi wanted to take shots,” he grinned as one hand moved to cup your bum.

“Sebastian!” you scolded as you swatted his hand away.

“What? It's not like i've never done that before”

“Well yeah, but-but not in public’ you whispered as you looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed the exchange between the two of you.

“I want you,” Sebastian declared, suddenly looking much more sober as he stared into your eyes.

“Let's take this conversation outside” replied as you took a step away from him. Sebastian sighed as he took your hand and led you out the doors, he didn’t care who saw as you both walked by, he didn’t care about anything anymore, he was sick of hiding his feelings for you from everyone. He wanted people to know you were his, he wanted to hold your hand in the paddocks and kiss you for good luck before a race.

Sebastain could feel his heart hammering in his chest as you paced back and forth in front of him, your hands rubbing your arms for warmth. He took a step towards you and grabbed your face with his hands. “Look at me. I want to make us official” you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off “No listen to me. I need to say this. i don't want to sneakily glance at you during meetings anymore. I want to marry you one day. God! I want to marry you, Y/N! Is that not obvious?”

“Ok” you spoke, a blush rose to your cheeks and you cheekily grinned at him.

‘What?” Sebastian stuttered

“Let's make it official”.

* * *

You and Sebastian had been publicly dating for a little over a year and you were beyond happy. It was currently his birthday and you woke up early to make him breakfast. You both had celebrated the night before and you had to admit you were still sore but you wanted his day to be as special as him.

Sebastian tossed and turned in his sleep, frowning as he felt the cold sheets next to him instead of your warm body. His eyes fluttered open as his eyebrows furrowed. A smile soon made its way onto his face as he smelt the heavenly scent of breakfast. He turned to stand up but immediately sat back down at the sound of your voice. “No! Dont get up!” you pleaded and he laughed at the sight of you struggling to hold the breakfast tray in your hands.

“You shouldn't have, liebe” he muttered as he helped you place the breakfast tray on the bed.

“Maybe” you shrugged as you sat down next to him, “but I wanted to, now go on! Try it!” you encouraged as you practically shoved the plate into his face.

“Okay, okay” he laughed as he defensively put his hands up. You watched him as he put a fork full of food into his mouth, his eyes involuntarily shut as a quiet moan left his mouth. “Mmm marry me” he said once he swallowed the food.

“Is it okay?” you asked nervously as you played with your hands, it was your first time cooking for him and although it was just breakfast, you still wanted to make a good impression.

Sebastians head flipped in your direction, a shocked look plastered on his face. “It's better than okay, darling. Thank you. I love it. I love you”

Your heart fluttered once you heard those three words come out of his mouth. You grinned so hard that your cheeks began to hurt. “Oh god, please say something” he pleaded and he began to think that he spoke those words too soon.

“I love you, Sebastian” you spoke as you wrapped your arms around him and straddled his hips, placing kisses all over his face before finally collecting your lips.

* * *

It was yours and Sebastains anniversary but you both had decided that you wouldn't do anything special, you were just going to get takeout and watch a movie.

You pulled into the house with the food in your hands. You unlocked the door and called out to your boyfriend, “Honey, I’m home!” you joked, locking the doors behind you kicking your shoes off. You placed the food on the table next to the door and turned around, the sight in front of you shocking you as you let out a loud gasp.

Sebastian was kneeling on the floor with a ring in his hand, rose petals littered around him. You couldn't focus on the gorgeous dinner he had laid out on the table or the sweet music playing on the radio, you could only look at his glossy eyes and nervous face.

“Y/N, darling, I love you. I think i've loved you since I first laid eyes on you on that racetrack.” he laughed and looked down at the floor before connecting his eyes with yours again,”You have been with me through my lowest lows and my highest highs and somehow still manage to look at me with a glimmer in your eyes. There's nothing I can’t do with you by my side. So i’m asking-no-i'm practically begging you to finally marry me, for real this time. Will you do me the honours and become my wife?”

You nodded at him with tears in your eyes as you took small steps towards him. “I want to hear you say it, liebe”

“Yes, Sebastian! Of course I’ll marry you”

[write-ur-wrongs]

Facing Your Demons

Jaskier x Reader 1785 words

TW: implied sexual assault, seeing an abuser in public, panic attacks, and references to trauma. I did my best to avoid explicit details but tread carefully. 

A huge thank you to @bubblegumfanfics for trusting me with this request - I hope I’ve done it justice :”)

Request: Something where the reader was a*saulted in the in the past and has a flashback or she sees her ex that did it and Jaskier ends up comforting the reader, telling her how much she means to him (accidental love confession? Maybe? I love those) while Geralt is dealing with her ex. The reader says she feel the same way but she can't give Jaskier anything sexual because it makes her uncomfortable. But jaskier says he'll be with her regardless and that he loves her and if she ever wanted to try he will oblige and if she doesn't like it he'll stop

It was only one contract, meant to last no more than a fortnight. It should have been an easy in-and-out arrangement; your client got nervous, enlisted a Witcher’s help, and you agreed against your better judgement to stay on and split the earnings. While you’d dealt with this type of apparition before, you were tired, and figured it wouldn’t hurt to work alongside someone tailormade for the trade.

It was only supposed to be for the one job. It should have never gone on like this. You should have never allowed yourself to be charmed by the Geralt’s friend, the bard. You shouldn’t have grown comfortable working alongside Geralt, earning twice the coin by doubling your work. Hell, you should have refused to travel with them while working that first contract. Because maybe if you’d done that, you wouldn’t have found yourself so heavily linked to the pair of them.

Maybe if you’d had kept your distance, you wouldn’t be where you are now.

And you so desperately did not want to be where you were now.  

Cowering in the dank, stuffy corner of this horrid tavern, trapped between Geralt’s gargantuan frame and Jaskier’s far-too-close body, you were stuck looking the devil in the eye.

Okay, don’t be dramatic, you thought desperately, clinging to whatever silver lining you could get your trembling hands on to stay afloat, you haven’t actually looked him in the eye.

But still, you’d seen him, and the memories you’d spent so long trying to scrub away were worming their way back into the forefront of your mind, traveling down your body like furious snakes. Each memory burning with venom over everywhere he’d touched you.

“Hey, Y/N, you alright?”  Jaskier asked, reaching over to lay a comforting hand on your arm.

At the contact, however, you recoiled so violently away from him that you practically slammed yourself into Geralt. The combined sensation of Jaskier’s warm, calloused fingers on your arm and Geralt’s broad, hard chest against your shoulder sent blaring alarms of panic through you. Everything was too loud; everyone was too close.

You jerked your knees up in an attempt to curl yourself into a ball but ended up slamming both knees, hard, under the table. Surprised by the sudden ruckus, Geralt swore loudly beside you as Jaskier yelped, jumping back as his beer spilt and splashed across the table and onto his lap.

Both knees were now throbbing angrily, your head felt as if it had been filled with cotton, and your mouth watered dangerously as panic-induced nausea crashed over you. I can’t be here, a voice screamed inside your mind, I can’t be here with him.

“Y/N, what the hell-” Geralt started, stopping short when he finally saw the state you were in; the pallor of your skin paired with your wide, vacant eyes were horrifically familiar. It was something he’d seen in the faces of traumatized villagers whose lives were ruined by war, and in soldiers who’d just seen their comrades killed.  

Geralt met Jaskier’s eyes over your head and knew that they were thinking the same thing.

Without speaking, Jaskier pushed the table away from you as Geralt scooped you up and began marching steadily towards the exit. Once outside, Geralt gently set you down on a bench as Jaskier materialized by your side with a cup of water.

You’d been so focused on the devil’s face that you’d barely registered the change of scenery, but when your back hit the cool rock wall behind the bench, you were pulled back to reality. Startled, you blinked back unshed tears and let your eyes focus on the two concerned faces before you.

Your breathing slowed, and as you were coming too you heard Jaskier as Geralt whether he should splash the water he’d brought onto your face.

“N-no,” you breathed, feeling more grounded with every passing second, “please don’t.”

Geralt hummed knowingly and smacked the bard upside the head, scolding him for his ridiculous proposal, eliciting another yelp from Jaskier. “It was just an idea!” he hissed defensively, earning only a vacant stare from you and a glare from Geralt.

Frustrated and inexplicably jealous to see Geralt assume the dominant protective role, Jaskier knelt in front of you and scanned your face for a sign. His brows furrowed as he watched your lips mumble something inaudibly. “What is it?” he encouraged you gently, resting a hand next to you on the bench, but decisively not onto you.

“I can’t be here,” you said, barely above a whisper, “I can’t be here with him.”

Jaskier looked back at Geralt inquisitively, as if assuming he’d know you better since he got so defensive earlier. But when Geralt shrugged unperceptively in response, Jaskier felt strangely vindicated and turned back to you confidently.

“Be here with who, love?” he tried, meeting your eyes and doing his best to communicate non-verbally that you could trust him.

“The devil,” you murmured, your eyes finding the man over Jaskier’s head, through the tavern’s window.

The two men turned to follow your gaze. Upon spotting the man they assumed to be devil – a pompous soldier, gesticulating wildly as he held audience in the tavern – their eyes met briefly, eyebrows quirked, before coming back to you.

“You mean, that ridiculous ass?” Jaskier asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“The one in red? you asked.

“That’s the ass,” he replied, eyes sad as a tentative smile played at the corner of his lips, hoping you’d mirror the act.

You nodded silently, eyes meeting his fleetingly. “We, um, I mean he –” you broke off unable to continue, your eyes now closed as memories washed over you like acid.

“You were… together?” he tried, looking back to Geralt for support but getting nothing back but a non-committal shrug.

“I was, I mean he – um,” you swallowed thickly before going on, “we were.”

“And it was bad?” Jaskier was whispering now, meeting you at your energy.

You hesitated before responding, and that brief moment of silence broke Jaskier completely as he imagined the worst.

“It was,” you replied finally, meeting his eyes head-on, “not consensual.”

What happened next happened quickly.

Geralt swore loudly, his hands closing into tight fists as Jaskier swore in a way you’d never imagined him capable.

“Geralt!” Jaskier called over his shoulder, saying his name more like a command, begging his friend to take action.

“Way ahead of you, Jask,” he replied, already stalking his way back into the tavern.

When the tavern door slammed shut behind Geralt, Jaskier sprang to his feet before tentatively sitting by your side. His hand hovered over yours momentarily before he thought better of it and brought his hand back to rest on his own lap. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“I can’t,” you choked out, putting your own hand over his, surprising both of you.

“That’s alright,” he breathed, placing his other hand over yours lightly, “you don’t ever need to think about it ever again. Geralt is taking care of it.” As he spoke, he swung a leg over the bench and turned so that his body faced yours squarely.

“But Geralt doesn’t get involved in human conflict,” you said, swiping at the tears that had managed to fall as you tucked a leg under yourself to angle yourself in his direction.

Jaskier’s eyes flit momentarily to the tavern’s window before quickly coming back to meet yours. “No, but he does kill monsters,” he assured, “and specializes in demons.”

“Do you think he’ll kill him?” you ask quietly, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

“Hard to say,” he tried to answer, but was interrupted by loud crash followed by shouting coming from within the tavern, “but, huh, I think it’s fair to say you won’t ever need to worry about him again.”

You nodded lightly, trying and failing to hold Jaskier’s gaze. He was looking at you with such intensity, with a warmth you definitely didn’t think you deserved.  “Don’t look at me like that, Jask.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, bringing his eyes down to your still-intertwined hands. “I just hate to think of anything bad ever happening to you. I wish I could have known you then… that I could have protected you, that I could have,” he hesitated, considering his next words carefully, “that I could have loved you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“Oh, Jask…”

“No, no, darling, you don’t need to say anything. Please don’t feel obligated,” he blurted out, immediate regret burning at his cheeks, “I’m so incredibly stupid and selfish! I’m so sorry I-I just, seeing you like this it just, argh! I shouldn’t have said it-”

“Jaskier, please,” you interject, placing a feather-light hand over his chest, the pads of your fingers ghosting over the flesh exposed at his collar, “it’s not that. I’m… honestly I’m glad you said it.”

“Yeah?” he asked timidly, looking up at you through his thick lashes.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “I think I feel the same way… about wishing I could, know your love. Be able to love you, freely.”

“Yeah?” he murmured once more; eyes hesitantly alight with hope.

“Yeah,” a teary laugh escaping your lips. “But Jaskier, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to, you know, love you in the way you need.”

“Y/N, hey,” he cooed, your confession bolstering his confidence, “all I need is to know your heart. Knowing you love me is enough.”

“Jask, I don’t think you’re understanding me –”

“My sweet girl, look at me,” he pleaded, bringing his head down to hold your gaze through the curtain of your tear-soaked lashes, “so long as you’ll have me, I’ll be by your side. And I promise you, nothing will happen unless you’re ready and you want it. Nothing.”

“Yeah?” you ask, your eyes scanning his for any hint of mal-intent or deception but finding only earnest adoration.

“Hell yeah,” he whispered, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. 

Just then, Geralt immerged from the tavern and wiped his blood-soaked blade against the tall grass as he spoke. “We’re leaving.”

“Way ahead of you,” you parroted in a small voice, letting Jaskier pull you to your feet, before you ran to your horses.

You didn’t feel ready to ride out yourself, so you hopped behind Jaskier as Geralt led your horse behind him on Roach. As you put more distance between you and the tavern behind you, you found yourself growing ever calmer. Until finally, with your arms wrapped tightly around Jaskier’s waist and your face pushed between his shoulder blades, you took your first full breath of the evening and realized, incredulously, that you knew you were going to be okay.

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dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

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