#i’m gonna go to bed but everything is really strange and i’m officially out of there

[adventuringblind]

Enemy Territory

George Russel x Horner!Reader

Genre: angst

Request: nope and I have nothing else to do so here ya go. I’m in the mood for angst. Give me saddest, angsty, hurt/comfort ideas. I’m so ready.

Summary: you and George have been managing a relationship below the radar. Both of you just want to spend time together and hopefully avoid the drama of the rivalry. When you have to go behind enemy lines to give something back to George, everything falls apart.

Warnings: Angry Toto, Angry Christian, toxic behaviors, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption

Notes: written in second person. I feel that Princess George needs some love… so I write angst. We’re not gonna talk about it.

Masterlist

You and George had met under interesting circumstances. You didn’t normally go with Max to the after race parties that happened fairly often, but you’d decided to this time.

For as long as you two had been friends, you’d never noticed how Max tends to go overboard with his alcohol. His cheeks were flushed by the first hour.

It was at this party that you met George. Well, officially met him. You’d seen each other in passing but never took the time to introduce yourself to him. Especially since in your fathers eyes he is the enemy.

Oddly enough, he was sober. Maybe a light buzz at the most from slowly sipping his drink. He found a spot next to her and stared at Lando and Charles in exasperation. “I take it your the designated driver tonight.” She asked him. Trying to make light of the current situation.

“Unfortunately yes. I normally wouldn’t be upset about it, but those two are going hard on the drink.” George explains. His lips twisting into a frown.

“I feel you, I have to drag Max out of here eventually.”

George sucked in a breath. “I am so sorry. Want to be sober together then?”

“Why not”

You’re spent your night talking to George. Turns out you two get along well. Not that you didn’t think you would. You’d liked him for awhile. Something about the way he carries himself is oddly attractive.

He offered his car to you and Max. With two of you helping the intoxicated boys inside, it would go by faster.

And he was right. It didn’t take long with both of you dragged the boys to bed. Their hotel key cards left with a note. Water and aspirin in the bedside table.

It took you about an hour to get them all back safe. Both if you sighing in relief. You walked George back out to his car, assuming you two would part ways.

“You know, we never got to have fun.” George smirked

Then you found yourself in George’s hotel room. His lips attached to your as soon as you stepped through the door.

The sensation was strange, but in a good way. You were both sober meaning he wasn’t doing this impulsively. So you kissed back. Your fathers opinion not mattering in this moment.

“I know we technically just met, but we’ve been around each other for years now. I think your gorgeous and you’re so gently to everyone. I don’t care if we go any further but I needed to tell you before I exploded or something.” He let out a nervous laugh. His hand finding the back of his neck.

You respond by kissing him again, pulling away, and smiling. “I feel the same.”

“Wait really? I always thought that you hated me.”

“No my dad has a distaste for Mercedes. But he’s not here. And what about Toto?”

The exasperated expression from earlier makes a reappearance. “Honestly, is basically the same over there. But I’m feeling a bit rebellious.”

~

Your secret relationship with George had been going great. It was nice having something that was just for the two of you.

Disguised contact names, hidden messages, gifts at each others hotel room doors. It was your and you loved it.

You spent the night in George’s hotel room majority of the time now. Coming and going through back entrances early in the morning.

That’s how Max caught you.

You’d been leaving your hotel to head over to his. It was late so you weren’t expecting to much foot traffic. Least of all Max.

“Where are you off too?” His voice came from behind you. You jump and brace a hand in your chest.

“Good grief Max, don’t scare me like that!”

He just smirked. “Tell me who it is. And before you say no one! I’ve known you since we were teenagers and your dad may not see it but I certainly do.”

“Promise you won’t be mad?” The anxiety flowing through your veins now made you hug yourself.

“I could never.” He placed his hands in your shoulders. A gesture to hopefully comfort her.

“I’ve been dating George Russell for about six months now.”

Shock passed through Max’s eyes but then they settled into a gentleness. “George is a great guy.”

Your face lit up when he didn’t react poorly. “Your not upset that I’m dating a Mercedes driver.”

“No, that would be stupid. Just don’t tell them our secrets.” He winked at you causing you both to laugh.

~

Max teased you and George, but he also helped you out. He covered for you if you wanted to see George before a race. He once helped you cover a mildly visible hickey. He even drove you to see him if it was late under the guise of snack runs.

George in the other hand, was struggling under the ever observant eyes of Toto Wolff. Toto questioned him about his personal life already, but he’d started doing it every time they were in the same room now.

He loves you and he’s not ready to give up, but he also is terrified of losing his job.

Much to your and Max’s disappointment, Christian was also catching on. Not as strongly as Toto, but he knew you and Max were handing something from him.

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

Cw: implications of violence, vomit, reader thinks everything is suggestive… that’s it I’m pretty sure. Does red meat need a content warning???

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*Yuji is aged up but there will be no sexual stuff with him except maybe like a brief mention but yeah*

Chapter 4 Here!

Chapter 5: I’ll Do It

You woke in the morning, sweaty, still dressed in last nights clothes, arousal soaking in-between your legs, and grotesque confusion. Why were you dreaming of Sukuna sucking at your clit and why was he so fucking good at it? Well, he does have two mouths, but what does that have to do with anything? It was the weekend and it had been officially one week since you were nearly trafficked and kidnapped, you weren't feeling exceptionally positive, but it was certainly a lot better than sobbing and not even being able to look at yourself in the mirror. You also were used to Sukuna lounging in your living room or stealing food from your kitchen and you also were used to Yuji sleeping either in your bed or somewhere on the floor. You knew you didn't want this to be permanent and neither did Itadori, he missed his bed. You both wondered what was going on in Sukuna's head, but neglected to ask, mostly treating him as though he wasn't there. Sukuna didn't care, he was used to it, but he definitely noticed your jumpy behavior today.

First thing in the morning and you're back to staring at him like you did the first few days. He must've really upset you to make you this on edge again is what he thought, he had no clue that you were moaning his name in your sleep last night or that you got off a multitude of times on his tongue within your dream last night. Sukuna was really laboring over what he should do now that he's upset you so much, he would normally be indifferent, but there was something that really nagged him knowing you were mad at him. Really, it was quite the opposite for you, all of what you were mad over has now been replaced with why you had that dream instead.

“You’re finally awake.” Sukuna noted, giving you an uncharacteristic greeting.

“Y-yeah.” You answered, nervous that he might know somehow.

Sukuna attempted to start a conversation, hoping it’d read as him trying to not be abrasive. “Did you sleep well?” You did drink a lot, he knows he’d pass the fuck out really hard.

Your mind was running with thoughts. “Uh, yeah. Did you?” You were desperate to go back to your room now and shower.

“I slept for most of the night. I take so many naps I never sleep long.” Sukuna shifted on the couch, leaning on his hand.

What if you were moaning in your sleep and he heard you!!! Oh no!!!! “That’s good then.” You rushed back in your room with some orange juice in your hand. “I’m gonna shower.” Why would you tell him that, what if he sees it as suggestive?

It makes sense, you stink like alcohol and slept in last nights clothes, he can wholly understand wanting to be clean. He gave you a glance and a nod before turning on the TV to find something else to watch.

Shedding all the layers of your clothes and sitting down on the toilet, you repeated the dream in your mind over and over again. You must’ve dreamt of him because of how desperate you’ve been for the past months to actually get off and have good sex and he’s just the closest male in the vicinity so you dreamt about him! Yeah, that has to be it! There’s nothing else there, he’s just a man with 2 mouths, 4 arms, that’s unusually large, and recently watched a show about sex on your Netflix account, so you naturally threw everything together in your mind. It only makes sense.

You made the water really hot before standing under it and letting it soak every part of you. It’s like you wanted to get everything off of you. From the trauma of the past week, to Sukuna eating your pretty pussy out. You shoved everything down and into the back of your mind quickly, focusing on the fact that you need some good dick and the closest men with the best reviews frequented the bar you were at last night, you’re just gonna have to reach out. The problem is that you’re going to have to interact with Sukuna more today and you’re not looking forward to it. The good thing is that you’re going to have to go to work so you’ll have some time away from him and will be able to stop thinking about him and just make some money.

It wasn’t going to be a long shift today, just a short one and you were grateful especially because it was a busy day for you. Working as a server hasn’t been too awful, some people are really mean and others are very kind, which is something you are grateful for after a terrible week. You don’t have to go in for a few more hours, but you have a few things you need to do, including going to the store and just doing regular college kid things.

There was a knock on your bedroom door and Yuji called to you from outside the bathroom. “Hey, can I ask a favor?”

You peeked your head out the bathroom door. “Yes?”

“Me and Megumi haven’t been able to go out together, you’d be okay if Sukuna had to be around you today right? I almost never get any real privacy with him around, ya know. I’ll do the same when you have people around too!” He had a bright and innocent look in his eye and he was already dressed to go out. As much as your anxiety said no, your mouth said otherwise.

“Yeah. It’s okay. He’ll actually be able to maintain some distance now, since I’m feeling a lot better.” You told him, hoping that it was true and your subconscious was actually feeling safe because you might go absolutely insane if you have to have him over your shoulder the whole night.

He grinned. “Yaaay! Would you be okay if I spent the night at Megumi’s too?” He looked so excited, you can’t say no! “You seem to be feeling a lot better now.”

You hesitate but he seems to ignore it. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You two don’t live far apart, you live in the same complex, but still, you might be a little anxious staying alone again. “I will be okay.” You exited the bathroom, now dressed completely.

He ran up to hug you. “You’re the best, thank you! I’ll see you in the morning then, be sure to text me, okay?” Yuji let you go and got ready to run out.

“I will, don’t worry.” You definitely will, so long as Sukuna doesn’t watch you the whole time.

Yuji gave Sukuna a quick wave and he responded with a grunt, seeming to not care. He got of glimpse of you from within your bedroom, all four eyes watching you before you closed the door to do some quick homework. Sukuna scoffed when you shut it, confused as to if he’s pissed that you’re mad at him or if he’s pissed because he’s so bothered by it. In a weird way, Sukuna was happy to be stuck with you today. If he can’t get you to tell him what’s wrong, he’d figure it out himself.

A few hours passed and you told him you had to go to the store. You were able to walk there since there was one right across the street so you were able to put in headphones and drown him out. All you had to get were basic toiletries, some food, and you wanted to get another game to keep yourself entertained in these tumultuous times. Sukuna stayed a few feet back, looking around the store for things that caught his eye. While in the women’s items section, you tried to hurriedly stash some pads in your basket, but he couldn’t help but stare at the vibrators they have right beside the condoms. He has some familiarity with them thanks to the show he watched a few days ago, you definitely noticed him smirking at the selection and tried to hurry along. When you went to the back for a game, he analyzed all the titles and cases, wondering what each of them are. You picked up an old Mortal Kombat that had recently been rereleased and decided to go with it, Sukuna found it amusing you selected a fighting game.

Then came Sukuna’s favorite part of any store, the food. He walked over to the red meat, poking at prodding at it. “These seem nice.”

Walking over, you realized the you didn’t know what he liked to eat but he clearly does eat a lot. “You like steaks?”

His lower set of eyes looked to you. “Yes, I like all kinds of meat.”

What does he mean by that???? “I can get some for you.” Ignore, ignore, ignore the suggestiveness.

“Hm, then get these.” He lifted two hefty pieces and put them into your basket, you almost forgot that he was invisible to everyone else and realized you probably just looked crazy telling thin air you’d get meat for them. No one paid any attention to you so they must’ve assumed you were on the phone thanks to your headphones.

“Anything else?” Your neck craned up to him and you were reminded of how insanely tall he is.

“Get whatever you’d like. I eat anything so long as it’s cooked well.”

You started to move along, picking out a few vegetables. “You seem to really like food.”

Sukuna scoffed, “isn’t it normal for every creature to like food?”

You didn’t know if he thought your question was ridiculous or you. “Well, not everyone sees food as this huge thing, it’s crazy to me. If I could, I’d have a personal chef at all times.”

“I used to have a chef.” He said nonchalantly, eyeing the huge, bright lit-up advertisements near the front of the store. “They cooked the most incredible meals. Saved me a lot of time.”

You were surprised. “You cook?”

He laughed this time. “Back in my day, you had no choice.”

As much as you wanted to complain about the cringiness of his comment, you knew it was true. The convenience of having a personal chef was rare and something only achieved by those in power or men of the house. The average person had to learn to cook.

After checking out all of your items and unpacking them at home, you realized you were nearly late and changed into your clothes faster than you have your entire life. Sukuna watched you scramble in amusement, your panicked state bringing out that fire he wished he could see more often. It really was so hard for him not to tease you when you made it so easy!!! For you, you had totally forgotten about your sex dream and everything else that had been bothering you, so by the time you were in the car and ready to go, you jumped out of your skin when he opened the door to get in the backseat.

“Fuck!” You called out and he chuckled. “Scared the hell out of me!”

He laid in the backseat, comfortably positioned while you drove off. You turned on the radio and tried to skim through music, but it was embarrassing having someone hear what you listen to, but even more embarrassing to realize he’d probably heard it all before when you were with Yuji. And then there you go again, thinking about your wet dream.

The ride over there was nearly unbearable, all the thoughts you tried so hard to repress were back up and at ‘em and even worse now that you realized quite a few things.

1. Sukuna has seen likely a lot more than a few private moments when you’ve been with Yuji.

2. He’s also most definitely heard when you listen to naughtier music.

3. He’s seen that you watched that Netflix show.

4. He could’ve very well heard you moaning in your sleep.

To your chagrin, Sukuna has to go inside with you even though you think you feel a lot better. He doesn’t seem to mind that much, wandering through the restaurant freely and listening to people’s conversations. You clocked in and immediately were put to work because of course it’s busy right when you come in. You helped your coworkers out and did your best to narrowly avoid Sukuna as you walked through, but it seemed like the other people just walked right through him as if he was a ghost. You didn’t have that luxury, if you bumped into him, you’d fall right onto your ass. Sukuna, as much as he wanted to see you flustered, knew that it wasn’t worth it so he attempted to help you out by staying out of your way. Eventually, he decided to rest in the waiting area and then he noticed something.

A man with dark hair, dark eyes, a nasty smirk, and a mean ass scar on his neck walked in. He recognized that scar, especially since he was the one who put it there. The man didn’t notice him, letting Sukuna know that if he is working with demons, they certainly aren’t nearby, especially since he was basically right in front of him. Looking at him, Sukuna is especially observant of his features, he’s wearing expensive rings and has olive skin, he’s also wearing expensive clothes that cover most of his body minus where theres a few glimpses of his chest from under his shirt. He looks to be the picture of the average upper class man, well-put together with lots of money in his pockets. He must make a fortune off of selling those girls is the first thing Sukuna thought, he’s also rather bold for letting his scar show.

The hostess spoke to the man. “Hello Mr. Tamaki, is it just you today?” The woman knows him.

“Ah, no, I’m coming for a meeting today. I will be joined by three other men.” He spoke? Impossible. Sukuna destroyed his larynx, he knows he did. And who are these three men?

“I see. Do you want your usual spot?” The woman gathered menus and started walking them over.

“Yes please, and my usual server. I didn’t get to see her last week.” Mr. Tamaki was sat in a corner booth, privately stored away from everyone else, basically. It was the furthest spot from the door and closest to the back.

The man got sat down, checking his watch and then his phone before turning toward Sukuna and greeting his server with a smile.

“Hey, Miss Y/n. I missed you last week.” Oh you’re fucking kidding him.

Sukuna moved out the way so you could stand in front of the table, but he was very tempted to grab you and pull you straight out the restaurant to go home. He did put a hand on your shoulder, signaling he wants to talk to you.

You ignored the gesture and greeted your regular. “Yeah, I wasn’t feeling very good, but I’m happy to be back. How are you doing this week? Is business good, I heard you had a good offer given to you last week, but it slipped right out of your hands.”

Sukuna wanted to kill this man.

Mr. Tamaki simply smiled. “Yes, yes, it’s doing fine. It was disappointing but I won’t let that make me give up.”

Sukuna could feel himself about to lose it and he gripped your shoulder tighter.

You tried to nudge him off like it was just a muscle cramp. “Anyways, what are we drinking tonight?”

Mr. Tamaki pointed at some wine on the menu and you wrote it down on your ticket. “Do you know what the others will be having?”

Sukuna’s patience was seriously being tested, especially as the other men seemingly headed toward the table. Luckily, none of them were recognizable to him, so at least they weren’t involved in your abduction. But they were ogling you like some type of fine wine as they approached.

The man shook their hands as they sat and greeted you all the same. When they reached out to shake your hand, Sukuna grabbed your wrist to prevent you.

“Something wrong?” One of them said, an older man with gray hair and a receding hairline asked.

You shook your head and Sukuna was entirely ready to pick you up and leave. “I’m okay, I just need to go to the bathroom really fast.”

Sukuna tugged you in the direction of the employees restroom and you could barely keep up as he walked. When you got inside, he stood in front of the door and locked you both in. Before you could ask, he answered your upcoming question. “Mr. Tamaki was the driver. He’s definitely been watching you through your workplace. You need to quit.”

You felt dizzy. “Huh? But? I don’t get it.”

Sukuna looked serious. “He must have demons working with him as well, that’s the only way his throat could’ve healed so fast. And you don’t recognize him, do you?”

You shook your head slowly, tears welling up. “No, he’s always been so kind to me here. There’s no way—“

Sukuna sighed. “Trash like him always put on the most convincing front. Give me the word and I’ll do it.”

You felt so sick, you lifted up the toilet seat cover and got on your knees. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’ll do it.”

You heaved once and then tears started.

“I should’ve killed him then and there, Yuji is foolish to let a bastard like him live.” Sukuna prattled on, anger filling his entire body. “One command.”

“Just shut up!” You yelled and he looked at you wide eyed. “This is a lot for me—“ Then you threw up.

His expression softened, watching you heave and sob into the toilet. He would normally be disgusted, but seeing you this miserable made him pity you. Disregarding all the aggression he had just built up, a gentle hand was now on your back and two others had pulled your hair back. Sukuna didn’t even recognize what he was doing, he hasn’t done something like this for someone since his youth. The gesture shocked you.

“S-Sukuna.” You muttered, the taste of stomach acid turning your expression. “Thank you for being so kind to me.”

Funny, he thought, yesterday you were yelling at him for being an asshole, which he can admit he has been, and yet here you both are now. He must admit, hearing you thank him filled him with a warmth he had grown unfamiliar with after hundreds of years of isolation. He thinks he might be going insane.

“It’s no trouble.” He scoffed. “Can you get yourself together now?” His voice was soft and he was sure he’s going insane.

“Yeah. I think we should go home.”

He didn’t want to press about dealing with those men, he knew it was for the best and that you, ultimately, were a being of compassion similar to Yuji. You wouldn’t want him to be killed, but Sukuna surely hoped you’d make those men face consequences. And he’d enjoy it if he was the one to do it. But that can wait until later, he knows the one thing he has to do it get you home safely.

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

High Noon

For the first day of the February Ficlet Challenge, I went with the prompt "high noon" and Kristoff & Eric in my Rowing AU...

It was almost noon, and the race would start soon. Kristoff always hated the part where they were waiting at the starting line.  They had to sit there, just waiting in the water, and one false move and they’d have to go back and start again.  Once they had started, it was just a matter of rowing.  He could do that part.

“High noon,” Eric said sitting behind him.  “Any second now.”

“Shut up,” Kristoff hissed under his breath.  

Elsa raised an eyebrow.  She had heard him.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

The horn blasted, and they started rowing. They were a few seats ahead of the boats on either side of them, and Kristoff could see more and more of each boat behind him.  

All of a sudden he felt the oar slam in his back, and the boat lurched. 

“Eric’s been ejected!” Elsa exclaimed. 

“God damn it, Eric!” Kristoff yelled at nobody in particular.  The other boats were well ahead of them now, and there was no chance for them now. 

“I don’t see him,” Elsa said, waving for one of the official’s boats to come over.

***

Everything was a fog as the boat pulled back into the dock.  Nobody had seen Eric, and the other races were put on hold as the regatta officials started scanning the water. Coach Mattias helped them carry the boat back to the racks, which Kristoff was grateful for, because he was starting to realize how much his back hurt from the oar slamming into him.  There was going to be a bruise there for sure.

Kristoff’s annoyance changed to worry when it became clear that nobody knew where Eric was. There wasn’t that much current in the river, and it wasn’t very deep, but water could do strange things. He didn’t want to think too hard about that.  He had probably just found his way on shore. At some point several fire trucks and an ambulance had shown up, and just as some men in diving gear were about to go in, Coach Mattias waved down Elsa with his phone.  

“They found him, he’s unconscious, but fine,” he told her. 

Kristoff let himself relax a bit.  

“Kristoff, how are you doing?” the coach asked him.  Nobody had said anything to him since they got back to shore.

“Gonna have a bruise, I think,” he said.

“Do you think you’re good to drive? Someone should follow the ambulance.”

Kristoff nodded.  “Anyone need a ride?”

“I’ll come along,” Elsa said. 

***

Elsa had left the room to tell Coach Mattias what they knew.  Eric was probably fine, but they were going to keep an eye on him overnight. They were trying to get in touch with someone at home, but nobody was quite sure about his parents.  Kristoff was going to stay around until they arrived.

Eric groaned and started to sit up.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” Kristoff said. 

“I need to go,” Eric said.

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” Kristoff said.  “The doctors need you to rest until they’ve figured out if you’ve got a concussion.  You had to have gotten hit pretty hard to get knocked out of the boat like that. We were starting to think you’d drowned.”

“I really don’t remember much,” he admitted.

“I’m not surprised,” Kristoff said.

“But there was this girl-” 

“Probably one of the EMTs,” Kristoff suggested.

“I have to find her.”

“I suppose we can ask who got you to the ambulance and you can thank them.”

“She was beautiful,” Eric continued.  He seemed to be rambling. “I think I want to marry her.”

“You can’t marry someone you saw for a few seconds when you were knocked unconscious.”

“But I love her!” 

“Stop right there,” Kristoff sighed. “I’m sure she was cute, but you don’t know anything about her. Were you even awake for more than a few seconds?”

“No, no, it’s not like that. And it was before they got there. She ran off when they arrived.”

“Why don’t you just take it easy?” Kristoff asked. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” Eric said, starting to get out of bed. “I want to go find her.”

“Look, will you promise me you’ll at least rest until they’ve checked all  your scans? Then I’ll take you wherever you like to find this mystery girl.”

“Fine, but you promise?”

“I promise.”

[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

[nameless-ken]

Eddie Munson Series

Summary: You never had the courage to chase your dreams until you met Eddie, who helped you discover a life full of spontaneity, passion and maybe a little too much rock n roll.

Prologue | 1 | 2

Warnings: more fluff (as usual), swearing, kissing lol

Words: 2.9K

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Moving Too Fast

“Okay, this key is for you.” Eddie passes you a key to a motel room he just booked. “And one for us.” He hands the separate room key to Gareth. 

“You got two rooms?” You grab your bags from the van. “You didn’t need to do that.” 

“I want you to be comfortable and staying in a room with four guys probably isn’t the scenario you want to spend your night in.” Eddie grabs one of your suitcases from the sidewalk and walks inside the room with you. 

“How much did it cost?” You set your bags on the bed, looking around the dingy, old motel room. The musty air makes you feel like you're back at your grandparents. 

“Doesn’t matter.” Eddie watches as you survey every detail of the room. “We’ll let you settle in before we make our way downtown to scope out the bars. Just come knock on the door when you’re ready.” 

“Okay.” You mumble, turning to finally meet Eddie’s big, brown eyes. 

“Hey,” Eddie reaches out to touch your arm. “How are you doing?” 

“I’m okay. It’s just kind of sinking in now.” You admit, shuffling closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“If there’s ever a chance that you want to go home, you just tell me and I will take you back.” Eddie squeezes you in a tight hug, pressing a kiss atop your head. 

“I will. Thank you.” You whisper, pulling away from his arms. Eddie leaves you to take a shower and freshen up. You rummage through your suitcase, realizing all the clothes you have don’t coordinate with anything close to what someone who works for a rock band would wear. All you have are various polos in different colors and a few plaid skirts and solid color pants. You mom never really let you experiment with fashion, always picking everything you could wear. You sigh, picking out a black polo and white and blue plaid skirt, getting dressed before walking to the room next door, knocking softly. 

“Come in, m’lady.” Freak opens the door, with a slight bow. You laugh stepping inside the room. 

“So, I heard there’s a bar called the Lounge Ax on Lincoln Ave. One of the most prolific rock clubs in Chicago! Tonight we rock!” You hear Eddie shout as he walks out of the bathroom, shirtless. You gulp, eyes stuck on him as he climbs onto one of the beds. “IT’S GONNA BE OUR NIGHT BABY!” He jumps around with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. His smile reaches each side of his face and you can’t help but smile too. That’s how infectious he is. 

Eddie jumps from the bed, landing in front of you. You jump back slightly, looking at his bare chest again before meeting his eyes. 

“You ready, pretty girl? This is the official start of your dream.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, gazing into your eyes, making you smile. 

“I think so.” You laugh nervously. Eddie squeezes your shoulders. 

“Come on! This is our year baby! I can feel it!” Eddie shakes you lightly, as the rest of the band shouts excitedly. You laugh as they all run around yelling crazily, jumping on the beds. 

You can’t help but stand there and watch these four rambunctious, strange men that you’ve only known for a few days. As you watch them, you can’t help but start laughing along with them. How did you get pulled into this crazy life? Eddie has made you feel more welcome than your own family. 

You’ve come to realize one of the most amazing things that can happen in your life is finding someone who sees everything you are meant to be and won’t let you be anything less. Eddie sees that in you. He sees the potential you have. The endless possibilities you have. You’re starting to see who you are through Eddie’s eyes. Someone that matters. Someone who has something to offer this world. Someone who can make a difference. 

You remember being so captivated by photography as a kid when your grandparents took you to a museum. From then on, that’s all you ever wanted to do. As you grew older and were able to understand how to use a camera, that’s all you wanted to do. But your parents hated that passion. You had to hide your cameras and lie to them about going to the library to study when you were really visiting your school's dark room after hours to develop your photos. 

When it came to college, there was no fighting with them about law school. You knew you’d never win so you went along with it, making sure you still kept your passion for photography. It was a little easier at college because you didn’t have to hide it but you also had little time to produce your portfolio. Until Eddie came along and swept you away, literally. 

You may have only known Eddie for a short time, but the connection is there and it’s only growing stronger. You can’t help but constantly wonder more about him. How he became such a carefree soul. 

“For one night only, we own this city.” Your attention is drawn back to Eddie as he slips on a shirt and jacket before grabbing your hand, leading the way to the van. 

“I need to find a shop for film.” You mention as Gareth parks the van somewhere downtown. 

“Where do you usually get it?” Eddie asks and helps you step out of the van. 

“Just a normal convenience shop.” 

“I think there’s a place a block away.” Jeff adds. “You guys can go there while we scope out the two venues before meeting back here in let's say two hours?” 

“Let’s hit this town baby!” Eddie takes your hand, pulling you away from the van as you wave to the rest of the band as they walk in the opposite direction. 

“You’re always in such a good mood.” You laugh as he slides you under his arm. 

“How could I not be? I’m in a gorgeous city with a kickass band ready to play some sick rock n roll with a pretty girl under my arm. What is there not to be happy about?” Eddie winks at you, his smile capturing your attention, as usual. 

“Maybe you can teach me how to be that happy so maybe people would like me more.” 

“Y/N,” He stops walking, turning you to face him, taking the sides of your face between his hands. “You are a strong, passionate, impressively determined woman. You gotta understand that you may not be for everyone. You gotta know that’s a very good thing because,” Eddie steps closer, lifting your face so he rests an inch away from yours. “You’re only meant for me.” You don’t have time to respond before he captures your lips with his in a passionate kiss. 

“Hey! Get a room!” A random voice shouts from the open sidewalk. It pulls you out of the kiss, shyly burying your face in Eddie’s chest. 

“Maybe later.” Eddie jokes and you shake your head as he pulls you along to the store. 

“What are you looking for?” Eddie asks. 

“Kodachrome 64. They should sell them in bulk.” You look around, finding the aisle that holds camera equipment. 

“Is that film or a camera?” Eddie questions, following you. 

“Film. Kodak 2483 Photomicrography is another one I want to look for. It has some of the best colors for film that I’ve found so far.” You enter the aisle, surveying the options. 

“How did you learn all of this stuff?” Eddie stands next to you, watching the way your eyes light up. 

“Mostly spent time at the library reading a ton of photography books. My grandpa had an old camera that he taught me how to use. I still have it actually but it’s at home because it’s too fragile. There was a photography club at my high school that I learned some things from too.” 

“Your parents let you join that club? I’m shocked.” Eddie rests his hand on his chest in surprise. 

“Ha ha and absolutely not. I lied to them on the day the club had meetings saying I was in a law study group at the library. They never really questioned me because they knew I wouldn’t be doing anything reckless.” You grab the pack of film you need, turning to face Eddie. “Instead of going to parties like everyone else, I was learning photography because the idea of capturing moments in time fascinated me.” 

“I’m glad to be one of those moments.” Eddie whispers, pecking your lips again. 

“Me too.” Your eyes light up and you feel the weight on your chest lifting. Is this what Eddie feels like? Is this what living your dream feels like? Because if it is, there’s no way you’ll ever survive doing anything else. 

You pay for the film before you and Eddie walk hand in hand down the city streets again. 

“Do you mind if we stop by the mall? I’ve realized my clothes need a revamp.”  

“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go!” Eddie holds your arm up, spinning you around. His actions make you giggle, feeling so carefree whenever you are with him. 

You stop outside a building with a huge red B on the outside with the crazy placed rectangles and squares that are the epitome of the decade you are living in. 

“Welcome to the Brickyard Mall!” A security officer greets as Eddie pulls you inside. 

“There’s a wicked place here called Arcadia that you need to check out.” Eddie barely gives you enough time to look around at all the various stores you pass by. He leads the way to the escalators, letting you on first and holding onto your hips as he stands behind you. 

You glance around at all the busy feet below and above you. You’ve never actually been to a mall before. Your mom preferred the high-end outlets. There wasn’t a mall around where you lived so it wasn’t a popular hangout spot when you were in high school. There are so many smells mixed together from all the food vendors, it makes your mouth water. 

“We can grab some food after.” Eddie whispers against your ear, pulling you out of your trance. 

“This is my first time at a mall.” You mention, stepping off of the escalator. 

“You’re joking right?” You shake your head. “Well, it’s an honor to be your first.” He winks at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek before stopping in front of your first store. 

“How radical is this!” Eddie exclaims, taking your hand and leading you inside. It’s like an explosion of neon splattered all over the store. There’s so many different things happening. Various clothes displays, with the craziest color combinations you’ve ever seen. There’s even yogurt machines in the corner. The best part though are the rows and rows of televisions playing the most insane rock n roll videos. 

“I used to come into this store back home and just watch the music videos.” You glance up at Eddie, watching his eyes light up as he watches the tvs. 

“Is that what made you fall in love with rock n roll?” You question, trying to get him to open up to you. 

“Part of it, I think. I can’t remember a time where I wasn’t in love with it.” His eyes focus back on you. 

“You were born for it.” You give him a smile and you watch his face flush as he looks away. 

“Let’s find you the raddest fucking outfit there is.” Eddie digresses and starts looking through racks of clothes. 

Minutes later, you’re trying on the various clothes Eddie picked out for you. 

“How’s it coming?” You see his feet outside of your dressing room door. 

“I don’t think I can wear any of this!” You sigh, slipping on the next dress. You’ve never been a fan of shopping. It makes you exhausted and all you can think about right now is the food that comes after this torture. 

“Let me see.” You freeze as the handle jiggles. 

“What? No! You can’t come in here. Someone will notice.” 

“Oh come on! It’s not like we’re gonna do anything.” He pauses as you contemplate opening that door. “Unless you want to.” 

“Eddie!” You whisper shout and hear him laugh softly. 

“Can I at least have a peak?” You huff, giving in and opening the door, pulling him quickly inside. 

“I don’t think any of these look right.” You look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing over the dress. You don’t hear a response from Eddie. “Well, what do you think?” You turn around to face him. You watch his eyes slowly shift from your toes up to your eyes. 

“You’re the most magnificent woman I’ve ever seen.” He catches you off guard with a fiery kiss. “You could wear a goddamn potato sack and still look pretty.” Eddie mumbles against your mouth. You don’t have the energy to respond anymore so you clutch his jacket in your hands, pulling his body closer to you. His steps make you softly hit the wall behind you as your kiss grows deeper. Eddie licks your bottom lips and you instantly open, his tongue dancing with yours. 

“You’re starting to make rock n roll the second best thing in my life.” Eddie breaks the kiss, your hot breath mixing with each other. You bite your lip, resting your head against his chest shyly. “You’re making me feel things I don’t believe in anymore.” He confesses. You have no words. Eddie seems to do that to you. 

“And I probably shouldn’t have said that.” Eddie nervously backs away, running his hand through his long curls. 

“Wait, no, no, Eddie. I feel the same way. You just, you make me feel things that are indescribable. It’s hard to articulate the way I feel with you because it is something I’ve never experienced before. This is all so new to me and everything is moving so fast that I feel like I haven’t had enough time to process it all but I couldn’t be more happy to be here with you right now. Please believe that I-” 

Eddie can’t take your rambling anymore as he captures your lips with his again. Your body melts into his as he wraps one arm around your back with the other caressing your face. The coldness from his rings cooling down your flushed cheek. 

“You drive me insane.” Eddie mumbly groans, releasing your lips and takes your face between both of his hands as he gazes into your eyes almost like he is trying to reach your soul. 

“Right back at you.” You softly smile, smoothing your hands over his chest, stilling one over his heart. 

If there’s one thing Eddie knows, it is how he would set the world around him on fire but never let a single flame touch you. 

“Come on, we better get back to the van.” Eddie pecks your cheek one more time before leaving you to get dressed. 

You decide to get the dress. Eddie tries to pay for it but you toss his wallet on the ground, pulling out your own. He mumbles something under his breath before following you out of the store. 

“Alright, give it up for the next performers of the night here for the first time at the Lounge Ax, ready to rock this place to hell and back, The Corroded Coffin!” 

The announcer steps off the stage as Eddie and the rest of the band take their places. You’re standing near the edge of the stage, camera ready. 

“Thanks for having us tonight. Let’s rock!” Eddie shouts and the whole club roars as they hear the first chords of Crazy Train by Ozzy Osborn. 

They are magnetic on stage. The way each of the members plays so effortlessly, you can’t help but wonder how they aren’t bigger, more successful. You try to give each member the same amount of attention with your camera but you can’t help but keep shifting to Eddie. It’s like the camera can’t look away from him. His energy is magical. You turn around to take a few pictures of the crowd, seeing every single pair of eyes on them. 

You smile behind the camera as you turn back around. You look through your camera as Eddie looks back at you. The widest smile on his face as he walks to the edge, closer to you. You take as many pictures of him, finishing your first roll of film. 

He bends down so he is level to you as he mouths the lyrics and you throw your head back laughing. When you look back up at him, he surprises you with a kiss to your lips. You don’t have time to react to the kiss because he has already moved back to his original place on stage, continuing to shred on his guitar. 

You forgot everything in that moment. Wishing it was just you and Eddie in this club right now. You want all these big moments with him but also the little ones, like you shared in the dressing room earlier. You feel your heart opening up and making an Eddie shaped hole in there. 

There’s only one thing that worries you. Is this all moving too fast?

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[hackettquarrys]

moonlight

lover of mine pt.2/? (part one here)

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

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“I never knew

You could hold moonlight in your hands

'Til the night I held you”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language, i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

chris hackett and i had been sneaking around for most of the summer. of course we had had the conversation / doubts about if it was a good idea, but in the end the feelings between us got to be to strong to not act on them.

i had gotten to hacketts quarry about a month before the other counsellors, to help get everything set up for when camp opened. since i was out of school, i was able to be there early to help mr.h last year and he asked me if i would be able to again this year. mr.hackett wasted no time putting me to work, the two of us dusting and cleaning the cabins so they would be ready for the kids/counsellors to sleep in.

as i finished putting fresh bedding on the last of this cabins bunks, i sighed, pushing my hair back out of my face. my back ached from bending to dust impossible to reach corners and from climbing up to dress the top bunks with fresh linens. thankfully we only had a few cabins left to prepare- but it felt like we had been at it for days; when in reality it had only been a few hours.

“i really appreciate you helping out, jaiden,” mr.hackett spoke as he dumped the swept up contents of the dust pan into the garbage bin.

“of course! i’m always happy to help my favourite camp owner,” i said genuinely. he raised an eyebrow.

“number one huh? is it a long list?” he asked, causing me to laugh.

“no, only you. hackett’s quarry has always been like a second home to me,” i beamed.

“that means a lot- that’s all i want for you and the other kids,” he smiled, but i felt a strange feeling in my chest; something i couldn’t identify at the time. why did it bother me that he technically called me a kid?

i watched as mr.h turned to gather the cleaning supplies to start heading to the next cabin, and i picked up the backer of sheets and blankets before following him out the door and down the steps. my eyes landed on the radio hut, and i called ahead to mr.hackett.

“hey, can i turn on some music?” i asked. he seemed to think about it for a minute, considering the request. “pleeeeease,” i begged.

“as long as it’s camp appropriate- i don’t see why not,” he answered, setting the supplies down on the step outside the next cabin as i caught up to him.

“eee! thank you!” i handed him the basket of linens and ran off towards the radio hut just up the hill behind the cabins. i went inside and connected my phone to the sound system - mr.h had let me keep it with me for now since camp hadn’t officially started yet. i turned on a playlist and adjusted the volume outputting through the speakers outside the building, just so it was loud enough that we’d be able to hear it in the cabins but so we would still be able to hear eachother talk.

walking back over to the last cabin, i joined up with mr.h who had already started cleaning inside. the two of us didn’t say anything for a few minutes, a comfortable silence filling the room as we both tried to get this last cabin done so we could go relax. as the next song came on, mr.hackett broke the silence.

play song

“hey- i like this song,” mr.h said. “did you make this playlist or did dj dylan?”

“i did.” i smiled as i continued to dust.

“you’ve got good taste, jay.” he complimented, and i felt a different kind of flutter in my chest- a good one this time.

“you know- i was almost named layla after this song.” i said.

“really?” it’s a great song but i think jaiden suits you way better.” he seemed to blush a little. “i think my parents were gonna name me dwight - glad they landed on chris instead.”

“chris suits you better as well. i’m just used to calling you mr.h,” i laughed.

“you don’t have to call me mr.h when no one’s here- i mean you can if you want but-“ he seemed… nervous?

“ok.” he stopped stammering and finished the last bit of sweeping, emptying the dust pan into the bin one last time before announcing that we were done. we headed back to the lodge after i grabbed my phone from the radio hut, hurrying back to the cabin to meet up with mr- chris. i grabbed the now empty laundry basket, before following behind chris in the direction of the lodge. i caught up to him, my steps falling in line with his.

“it’s so pretty out here at this time of year- when everything is blooming and fresh,” i observed the greenery surrounding the path, flowers decorating the ground and tall trees providing shade in the june afternoon heat. when chris didn’t reply right away, i turned to look at him. i hadn’t noticed that he had slowed down and was now a few feet behind me. he seemed distracted, like he had been staring at something. “chris?” his first name still felt foreign coming out of my mouth, but nonetheless- i found myself liking the way it sounded.

“y- yeah, it’s really pretty,” he mumbled, but it still seemed like his mind was otherwise occupied. had he been staring at… me? i thought, before shaking my head. surely not- that’s would be ridiculous.

so why did it feel like a tiny part of my wished that he had been?

•

hanging out with chris so much was really starting confirm what i had feared to be true; i was falling for him, and fast. my crush on the camp owner seemed to progress at a rapid pace, to the point that i often felt butterflies just from being near him. on more than one occasion i caught myself staring at him longer than i should. not helping me keep my feelings under control was the fact that occasionally, his leg would brush against mine when he sat next to me; and worse was that i couldn’t tell if chris was doing it intentionally. one night, not fully awake, i rested my head on his shoulder as we sat on the couch watching a movie, and to my surprise he didn’t react. when i woke up to the credits of the movie, i realized what had happened, and sat up, apologizing softly, a blush rising on my face. at least he didn’t push me away? i thought to myself, but i still couldn’t tell what chris was thinking; deciding surely he would always just see me as a counsellor and nothing more.

“no worries- maybe i’ve been working you too hard lately. head to bed, jaybird, i’ll see you in the morning.” he said, turning off the television. i got up, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders- had chris put that over me? i thought.

“goodnight chris,” i called from the bottom of the stairs. until the camp opened, i had been sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs in the lodge, rather than in a cabin all by myself.

“goodnight jaiden.”

~~~ 3 weeks later ~~~

i sat up straight in bed, the roaring thunder pulling me out of a restless sleep. flashes of lightning lit up the room through the cracks between the curtains. after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, i finally gave up on sleeping. i shivered, getting out of bed and sliding a sweater over my torso. the wooden floor of the lodge creaked under my bare feet as i walked down the hallway, and descended the stairs to the main floor of the building. i grabbed a blanket out of the basket next to the couch before sitting down, pulling my legs close to my chest to keep warm. for the time of year that it was, it was quite cold tonight, and i thought to myself that i wished i had put on socks or pants rather than the shorts i had on under my sweater.

i sat on the sofa, the room illuminated only by a small lamp on the end table next to the other sofa, for a few minutes before i saw a shadow in the corner of the room, near the other staircase. i squinted, trying to make out what it was as the figure got closer, before i realized it was just mr.hackett.

“hey,” his voice was gentle, and a little deeper than usual since he had been asleep. “can’t sleep?” i shook my head, pulling the blanket i had tighter around my shoulders. he sat next to me, and i couldn’t help but notice that once again, he was just close enough that his leg was touching mine. we talked for a few minutes; about the day and what work had to be done tomorrow, before a huge crack of thunder made me jump, instinctively moving closer to him. i was going to move away, but mr.h pulled me closer, until my head was resting on his shoulder. unlike the last time when it had happened by accident, this time it was intentional. i relaxed into him, his arm holding me close. “you’re okay.” i relaxed, the rhythm of his heartbeat quickly lulling me to sleep.

•

the sunlight of daybreak beamed through the window, waking me up. as i regained consciousness, i felt the unfamiliar feeling of someone’s arms around me. taking in my current surroundings, i realized that chris and i were laying on the couch together. a lot of thoughts raced through my head but the most prominent one was how peaceful he looked when he slept, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. i smiled, trying not to move around to much as not to wake him up, but his eyes fluttered open despite my best efforts. he also took a second to register that we were still in the living room; and that we had been asleep together.

“hey…” he mumbled. in case he was uncomfortable, i freed myself from his grip and sat up at the end of the couch, allowing him to sit up as well.

“hey.” i replied. “uh…thank you. for- you know..”

“yeah i .. i mean. you’re welcome, i’m sorry if-“

“no it’s okay-“ i paused. “mr.h?”

“yeah?”

“is there..” i started, but i decided not to ask. “nevermind. i’m gonna make coffee-“ i stood up and turned to head towards the kitchen.

“jaiden,” i stopped, turning around to look at him, my eyes meeting his. “are you okay?”

“y..yeah i- i’m fine.” i scratched at my arm absentmindedly. “are you okay?” a smile spread across his face, and he laughed lightly.

“yeah, i’m okay. im sorry if- if i made you uncomfortable at all-“

“what? no i- mr.hackett...”

“jaiden, how many times have i told you that you can call me chris?”

“see - that’s what i mean, i-“ i sighed. “ is there something going on here or am i .. am i imagining things.” a strange look crossed his face, his brows furrowing slightly and his mouth twitching up at the corner. his expression dropped again as he spoke.

“by something you mean…” he asked hesitantly. i walked back around to the couch, and sat down, turning my body to face him.

“i mean- none of the other counsellors call you chris, and none of the other counsellors…” i sighed, before deciding just to spit it out. “you’ve never looked at any of the other counsellors the way that you look at me.” mr. hackett- chris pulled his gaze away from mine, before i continued. “and they don’t look at you the way that i do.”

“jaiden.. i- you know we shouldn’t do this.” he looked at me again. i nodded slightly.

“you don’t- “

“of course i want to jay, but you and i both know it’s probably a bad idea. the other counsellors- what would they think? your parents? and god- my kids are older than you jaiden,” he had stood up and was pacing around the room. “what would i tell them? and what do you want with me anyway? you’re kind, and you’re smart and caring. you’re so..so free spirited and- why would you want anything to do with me?” he said.

“i’m sorry. i wasn’t thinking about caleb and kaylee. maybe you’re right.” i shook my head, more to myself for bringing any of this up in the first place. chris stopped pacing and turned to look at me.

“hey, you haven’t done anything wrong,” he said, his voice softer now as he sat next to me on the couch again, and i found myself having to fight the urge to move closer.

“neither have you. but chris, would it really be so wrong? tell me that you don’t feel something between us because i thought i was imagining it all this time but i know now that i’m not-“

“you’re not crazy but jaiden- i can’t do this to you. there’s.. there’s things about me that you don’t know; that i can’t tell you,” his hand rested on my knee before he realized and went to move it, but i placed my smaller hand on top of his before he could.

“whatever it is you can tell me-“

“i appreciate that, but no; i can’t,” he laughed dryly. “jaiden i wish more than anything that i could but i can’t. i’m not… i’m not the person you think i am.” i was completely shocked. chris had never sounded so serious before. i squeezed his hand gently.

“chris whatever it is- i know you-“

“jaiden-“

“you don’t have to tell me what it is, but either way; the chris hackett i know is a good man, who cares about other people, sometimes too much.”

“you’re one to talk,” he laughed, and although he didn’t appear to believe what i was saying, i felt his hand squeezing mine back. “you’re one of the best people i’ve ever met.” my eyes met his again, and i felt warmth inside. chris hackett was a warm person, i realized. his hands, his eyes, the sound of his laugh; they were all warm.

“chris, if we both want this, why can’t we just see what happens-“

“i’ll hurt you-“

“you won’t. i know you.��� i moved closer to him “you could never hurt me.”

~~~ present ~~~

“what are you thinking about?” chris asked, breaking me out of my daydream. i smiled.

“that morning, after the storm,” i answered honestly. he smiled to himself, before noticing the time on his watch.

“oh, crap, i gotta go,” he stood up from his desk, before stopping, thinking for a moment before grabbing something from his desk drawer.

“are you okay, chris?” i asked, as he walked over to me and stopped just inches in front of me. my hands instinctively went to his chest, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head.

“yeah, i just.. family stuff to deal with, you know?” he mumbled, squeezing me tighter before he pulled back. “i need you to keep this safe, do not lose it, okay?” he said, looking into my eyes. i nodded expectantly. he opened his hand to reveal and old key, the antique kind that was bronze in colour with a long stem, with a brown chord tied to it, creating a necklace.

“what is it for?” i asked, turning around so chris could fasten it around my neck. he moved my hair to the side and tied the chord, as i fiddled with the key.

“…i- i just need you to keep it safe. just promise me that you won’t lose it?” i turned back to face him and tiptoed to place a kiss on his lips. he pulled me closer and kissed me deeply, taking me by surprise.

“i promise,” i spoke, after we pulled away, thinking that chris was being a little strange, but to be honest he had been acting a little off since the van wouldn’t start. “chris are you sure you’re okay?” i asked, concern evident in my voice.

“yes, i promise i’m okay. now go back to the rest of them out there before they think somethings up and i’ll see you tomorrow morning. and remember-“

“make sure that everyone stays in the lodge, i know.”

“thanks, jaiden,” he smiled, kissing me one more time before shooing me out the door.

•

tucking the key necklace under my shirt, i reached the bottom of the staircase, when emma approached me seemingly out of nowhere, but i was still distracted thinking about how strange chris had been acting i probably just didn’t notice her standing in the main room of the lodge.

“hey, you okay?” she asked, and i couldn’t tell if she was sincere or not; not sure if she was teasing or if that was just her regular voice, it was hard to tell the difference with her sometimes.

“yeah.. why?” i brushed her off. of the other counsellors, emma was probably the one i was the least fond of. we just never got that close over the summer; but i didn’t have an actual issue with her or anything, besides all of us being annoying with the drama between her an jacob.

“i don’t know, i thought maybe mr.h was yelling at you or something.”

“why would he be yelling at me?” i laughed.

“i don’t know, we were all trying to guess why he called you in there,” she said, causing my heart to thump in my chest, before realizing there was no possible way anyone could have seen chris and i in his office.

“he just wanted to go over a few things, since we’re staying an extra night and he won’t be here.”

“did he put you in charge or something?” she teased, and i rolled my eyes playfully.

“no, come on emma you know i never want to be the boss of any of you guys just because i’m older.” we had reached the bottom of the steps outside but the time we finished talking, and i realized everyone was gone. “uhh where did everyone go?” i asked, panicking a little.

“relax, jaiden,” emma laughed at the concern in my voice. “you worry too much. ryan and dylan are inside, trying to find a phone charger. nick and abi went on a little hike together and kaitlyn was off taking some pictures or something. and you and me are here.”

“and jacob?” i asked, noticing that she didn’t mention him. it wasn’t that i wanted to bring up a sore subject, but i wanted to have everyone accounted for if i was ever gonna get them to stay inside. she rolled her eyes at me.

“who cares- let’s go have fun! it’s our last night here!” she threw an arm over my shoulder, dragging me along with her who knows where. “do you think you’ll come back next summer?” emma asked me. i thought about it, and realized that i hadn’t really thought about the fact that i would have to go home- which meant leaving hacketts quarry and chris behind.

“i- yeah. i’ll probably come back,” i mumbled, my head spinning as i thought about the possibility of not seeing chris until next summer. emma noticed my shift in behaviour.

“are you sure you’re okay? did mr.hackett say something to you?”

“what- no… i guess it just didn’t really sink in that i might not see you guys ever again until just now.” again, technically not a lie, but the person i would miss most probably wasn’t who emma thought i meant.

“hey it’s okay! maybe we’ll all come back next summer and laugh about when the van wouldn’t start.” she giggled. “i know we didn’t always get along, jaiden, but i am gonna miss you. and you and dylan are basically attached at the hip, of course you’re gonna see him again.”

i had never heard emma be so sincere, and it honestly did make me feel better for a minute, but even if what she said was true it didn’t change the fact that i would be leaving my boyfriend behind when i left.

“thanks emma. i’m gonna miss you too.” i said, and to my surprise i think i actually meant it. we walked through the trees for a few minutes, down a little trail that i knew looked back to the other side of the lodge. i watched as emma, happy to have her phone back, vlogged about what she was doing, and what she had been up to for her to post later for her followers to watch, telling them about all of us. she signed off, sliding her phone into her back pocket before turning to me.

“you and dylan- was that ever a thing?” she asked. i laughed a little.

“no- he’s like my brother.”

“mhm- you know everyone who’s ever said that-“

“no, emma. i don’t think i’m his type anyway.” i left it at that; even if i knew who dylan was really interested in, it was not my place to say.

“okay- if you say so,” she teased, but dropped the subject. “come on, let’s go see if we can find the others.” she said grabbing my hand as we approached the lodge and dragging me towards it. we met up with kaitlyn, dylan and ryan who were all standing outside , and jacob joined us not long after. emma glared at him a little, but didn’t say anything.

“guess what these two found it in mr.h’s office,“ she gestured with her shoulder to dylan and ryan.

“wait, why were you guys in mr.hacketts office?” i asked. my heart raced a little- i didn’t think there was anything that would expose us in there- but it was connected to his bedroom, which i may have left a shirt or something in after sneaking into his room on more than one occasion over the summer. when the other counsellors first arrived, we agreed it would be best to slow things down and be distant, as not to be suspicious. as the weeks went by, even though it was risky, we started sneaking around again a little bit, when no one else was around obviously. it wasn’t uncommon for me to find my way to his bed in the middle of the night once the others were asleep. i would just set an alarm to be awake before everyone else, (chris was a morning person so he was usually awake and working pretty early anyway) and either sneak back to my own bed or get a head start on breakfast for when the others woke up.

“we were trying to find a charger for ryan’s phone. did you know mr.h has a whole bunch of security cameras and stuff in a hidden room off his office?” i panicked again, knowing that the door to that room was in chris’ closet, which confirmed that they had been in his room. chris had shown me the camera room once, after i found him exiting it and got curious.

“how would i know if they were hidden dumbass?” i flicked dylan on the forehead. “it’s probably just surveillance cameras or something.” i suggested.

“or mr.h is a creep or something,” emma scoffed. i tried not to react, realizing that without context, having a secret camera room could seem a little wierd.

“where were the cameras looking? in the cabins?” kaitlyn asked. ryan shook his head.

“the woods, a little ways from the lodge.”

“probably just trail cameras,” dylan suggested.

“yeah,” we all agreed, and thankfully the subject was. it was still light out, but i was still trying to figure out how i was going to convince everyone to stay inside.

“oh hey, what did mr.h want to talk to you about? he seemed freaked,” emma asked.

“yeah, is everything okay?” dylan asked.

“everything’s fine, mr.hackett just wanted to go over a couple extra rules for tonight since we weren’t supposed to be here and he won’t be at the lodge tonight.” i explained, which to my credit was the truth; maybe not the whole truth but still. “which reminds me- we all have to be inside before dark tonight and stay inside.”

“i thought when the grown-ups left it meant there were no rules,” nick suggested.

“exactly,” kaitlyn agreed. “that’s no fun.”

“come on guys, i know but i promised mr.h we’d all stay inside the lodge tonight, other than that i don’t think he really cares what we do-“

“yeah because there’s nothing to do in the lodge- all the fun stuff is outside. how’s he even gonna know if we’re not inside if he’s not here?” jacob asked.

“he’s not- unless the teachers pets tell,” emma looked at from me to ryan, who raised his hands in surrender. everyone turned to me, looking at me expectantly.

“guys please, just for one night-“

“exactly, we only have one night left before we never see eachother again- too really want to spent it locked inside the lodge?” kaitlyn protested.

“what if- instead of that- we do something fun; like have a bonfire,” emma suggested sarcastically, her idea being met with laughs of agreement from most of the others.

“guys maybe we should listen to jaiden,” abi spoke, her voice was a little shaky, and i sent her a smile. “i mean, we can watch a movie or something.”

“thanks abi-“

“oh come on abi- it’ll be fun!” nick said. everyone knew that abi had a crush on nick; we just weren’t sure he liked her back. i wasn’t really surprised that abi switched sides as soon as nick was in on it, and i understood.

“guys i promised mr.hackett, now can we please go inside?” i begged, really not wanting to fail the one task chris has trusted me with.

“i thought you said you didn’t want to be the boss of us, jaiden?” emma said, using my words against me tauntingly. i sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“i don’t, but this isn’t my idea, i’m just passing along what mr.h said.”

“guys, maybe mr.h had a good reason for wanting us to stay inside.” ryan suggested. “like maybe there’s bears or something.” i sent him a look as if to say thank you for trying to help, but at this point i had accepted defeat. i just hoped chris wouldn’t be too mad at me for not being able to keep my promise.

“of course you would want to do what he said,” emma scoffed. “we’re gonna do something a lot more fun.”

“strip poker?” nick asked, earning a punch to the arm from kaitlyn.

“no, idiot.” emma laughed. “a bonfire.”

[beom1e]

love is (not) easy yeonjun ending

first loves are complicated; a part of you never wants yeonjun to be in love with anybody other than you, another part of you wants both of you to move on for good.

pairing choi yeonjun x gn! reader

genre ex boyfriend! yeonjun, exes/friends to lovers, this one is very angsty (for beomgyu mainly)

warnings details of kissing, suggestive, cursing, mention of sex, use of knife for cooking

author’s note i feel like the quality of writing in this definitely shows who i was rooting for.. Lmao

masterlist, soobin ending

beomgyu was focused on the game he was playing, paying you no attention. you laid flat on his bed, staring up at his ceiling and thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. the last conversation you’d had with yeonjun stayed present in your mind, memories of how giddy you were feeling over your new love.

you should be happy. you should be clinging to beomgyu and taking advantage of every moment you have together.

instead, you could only feel guilty. your heart raced and you couldn’t hold back a smile at the mere thought of beomgyu. it was serious, you were falling in love with him. but what about yeonjun?

yeonjun, who had been the first person to make you aware of what love for another person felt like. the boy who would travel to the end of the earth and back just because you asked him to. he picked up the pieces whenever you fell apart, he waited for you even when you had moved on. maybe you had loved soobin — you never really got the chance to think it over — but you definitely loved beomgyu a whole lot more. and it scared you.

it was funny how the world worked. when soobin said the same thing to you, you shut him down and tossed him aside. so how could you turn around and say the same thing to beomgyu?

you sat up, reaching for you phone. chewing your bottom lip in contemplation, you unlocked the device and went scrolling through your contacts. you shouldn’t be doing this… you really shouldn’t be doing this.

‘can we talk?’ you typed out, thumb hovering over the send button. one last glance up at yeonjun’s contact, you quickly erased the message and shut off your phone again.

‘are you okay?’ beomgyu paused the game, swivelling around in his chair to face you. ‘you seem frustrated.’

‘i’m just stressed,’ you lied. ‘i think i’m gonna head back to my own dorm and get some sleep.’

‘need me to walk you?’ he offered, already standing up.

‘no, it’s fine,’ you grabbed your bag, slipping it onto your shoulder. beomgyu approached you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug and leaving a kiss on your temple. ‘i’ll see you tomorrow.’

he watched you walk away, a strange sense of doubt making his stomach churn. maybe he was just overthinking it.

‘we’ve only known you for like a year and a half,’ taehyun started, looking back at kai hesitantly. ‘but i think going back to yeonjun would probably be the most stupid idea you’ve ever had.’

‘but why is it a stupid idea?’ you groaned, throwing a piece of popcorn in his direction. ‘yeonjun did nothing wrong.’

‘i think taehyun means it’s stupid because of what you’ll be doing to your relationship with beomgyu,’ kamal added. ‘we know yeonjun did nothing wrong, but beomgyu will be crushed if you drop him for your ex-boyfriend.’

‘but it’s not like we’re together officially,’ you defended yourself. ‘i never told beomgyu that i was sure of us.’

‘don’t you love him?’ taehyun raised a brow. ‘you’re practically lovesick over beomgyu. seriously, it’s disgusting.’

‘that’s the thing,’ huffing, you buried your face in one of the couch cushions. ‘i do love beomgyu, i think i maybe love him more than i’ve ever loved anyone else. but, i can’t move on from yeonjun. i mean, if he ever fell in love with someone else, it would kill me. so i want to be with him, and i want him to always be in love with me.’

‘that’s kinda selfish,’ kai stated, taehyun nodding in agreement. ‘if you love beomgyu, why would you want to be with yeonjun?’

‘i love yeonjun,’ you nodded to yourself. ‘i’ll always love yeonjun. i mean, i barely got to be with him. what kind of first love gets cut off so rudely by the universe’s plans for us?’

‘maybe the kind that wasn’t meant to be?’

a part of you felt bad for your friends. after everything you’d been through — most of it being your own fault — they still stuck by you. maybe they were right about not going back to a past relationship, but you weren’t going to listen to them. it was stupid that you turned to them for advice, considering you knew what they would say and you definitely weren’t going to take it.

so you made your way up the stairs at yeonjun’s accommodation, unannounced. you should’ve checked with him first, knowing he had a tendency to hook up with strangers on the weekends. but it was urgent, and you weren’t going to wait any longer.

meanwhile, beomgyu was hitting your phone up with an endless amount of, ‘where are you?’ texts. he stood outside of your dorm, forehead pressed against your door. his eyes were closed, anxiety about what you were doing that had you so m.i.a. causing him to get that same sickly feeling in his stomach.

he wasn’t stupid, he could easily tell something was wrong.

you were in your head, physically there but never really present. it only took a few days for you to switch from being utterly in love with him to dodging his calls and cutting your time with him short. nobody knew you better than beomgyu, and you were definitely going to do something that would inevitably hurt him.

the knocks on yeonjun’s door were loud and alerting, almost making him drop his bowl. he set it down and rushed to the door, pulling open to reveal… you?

‘what brings you here?’ he folded his arms across his chest, resting his back against the doorframe.

‘i don’t know,’ the tone in your voice let him know that this more serious that he first thought. he let you inside, slowly closing the door behind you. ‘somehow, i always end up back here.’

‘but you’ve never been to my dorm before?’ he led you to his couch, patting the space beside him.

‘i don’t mean literally here, jun,’ you sighed. ‘i mean… you.’

‘did something happen between you and beomgyu?’ he leaned a little closer, concerned. ‘did he break your heart?’

‘no, nothing like that,’ letting out a shaky breath, you lifted your gaze to meet yeonjun’s eyes. ‘i don’t think i can be with him. i don’t think i can be with anybody else but you.’

‘oh,’ he softly fell back against the couch, looking as if he was in thought. ‘but you told me yourself you can never stop thinking about him? aren’t you happy?’

‘i can’t be happy knowing i’m in love with someone else,’ you swallowed thickly, afraid he no longer felt the same way. ‘i was sitting there in the middle of my bed, the biggest smile in the world on my lips. i finally got the guy i wanted all this time, that’s what i thought. but it’s so scary, feeling that way about somebody else. and i know the most rational thing would be to just get over that anxiety about a new relationship. but then i was thinking—’

yeonjun shut you up, his hand cupping your jaw to pull you into a kiss. it was short but fuelled by desire, and when he pulled away all you could do was sit there feeling stunned, your eyes still fluttered closed and your lips still parted.

‘um… i was thinking,’ you tried to continue. ‘i was thinking about— i don’t want you to fall in love with anybody else. i always want to be yours and i always want you to be mine.’

‘i don’t think you understand how long i’ve been waiting for you to choose me,’ he was still so close to you, close enough that your noses almost touched. ‘i hated seeing you with soobin and i hated seeing you with beomgyu. all i could think about was how little time we’d had together, and if you ever gave me another chance i would be the happiest person in the world.’

‘i don’t know how i got myself into such a mess,’ you whispered back in response, gaze flickering down to his lips and back up again. ‘i just want to make it all up to you. it’s always going to be you, yeonjun. nobody could ever make me feel the way you do.’

‘i love you, y/n,’ he furrowed his brows. ‘and you definitely don’t owe me anything.’

you couldn’t take it anymore. your hands found their way to his hair before you tugged him down to meet your lips. he let out a sound of surprise, practically collapsing on top of you.

the taste of the ramen he had been eating when you arrived lingered on his lips, but you didn’t mind. not when it was yeonjun who you were kissing for the first time in a long time. you tried not to count the time he drunkenly ended up in your bed before the truth about you and soobin came out, because that was desperation and relief, not fervour. nothing like the way he was kissing you now, savouring the way your lips felt against his.

he pulled away momentarily, bringing his thumb up to part your lips. it gave him the perfect opportunity to lick into your mouth, making you let out an appreciative hum.

‘come on,’ he grabbed your hand, pulling you to stand up.

the feeling of his hands gripping your thighs and lifting you up caught you off guard. for a moment you were reminded of the heated kisses you’d shared with beomgyu in the laundry room, but you were quick to push those thoughts away.

you felt your back meet his firm mattress before he was on top of you again, wrapping your legs around his waist. determined to forget about beomgyu, you let him have his way with you.

‘what are you doing here?’ taehyun asked, surprised to see beomgyu sitting outside of your dorm.

‘i was waiting for y/n,’ beomgyu admitted. ‘but they’re not coming, are they? they’re with yeonjun, right?’

‘i don’t know,’ the younger sighed. ‘maybe? they mentioned it but we told them not to mess things up with you so we never expected they’d run off to him.’

‘that’s just great,’ beomgyu pushed himself up, dusting off his pants. ‘while i was sitting here all night waiting and blowing y/n’s phone up, they were off getting fucked by their ex.’

‘we didn’t see this coming,’ taehyun patted beomgyu’s shoulder, trying his best to offer comfort. ‘i really thought you two would end up together. honestly, i’m angrier than you are.’

‘i don’t think i can do this anymore,’ beomgyu felt like hitting his head against the wall at this point. ‘i moved to seoul to be closer to yeonjun, somebody who i thought was my friend, but there he goes destroying the only chance i ever got with y/n. why does he get two chances when i don’t even get one? what does he have that i don’t have?’

‘i won’t answer that question,’ taehyun attempted to lighten the mood. ‘maybe it won’t work out. maybe y/n will realise how stupid they were being and come back to you. i know they love you.’

‘so i have to wait around for that to happen, again?’ all he could do was laugh out of frustration. ‘no, i give up.’

taehyun watched beomgyu walk away, frustrated and looking like hell after sitting up against a wall all night. you’d messed up big time, in beomgyu’s case. he hoped to god that things were going to work out with yeonjun, because beomgyu certainly wasn’t coming back to you after this.

how do you react to your boyfriend offering you a job? you weren’t sure. at first you were ecstatic, jumping around excitedly and kissing him gratefully. but then it just felt… weird, the idea of working under him as his personal photographer.

‘you don’t have to take the job if you don’t want to,’ of course, he knew exactly what you were thinking. you paused in the middle of chopping, placing the knife down and turning to face him. ‘i just thought it would be fun if we worked together. you could travel with me and we’d have so much more time together.’

‘but what about my classes?’ you leaned back against the counter as yeonjun approached you. ‘how will i attend my classes in seoul if i’m all the way in… new york, for example?’

‘how do you think i attend mine?’ he tilted his head to the side, a short laugh escaping his lips.

‘well, i don’t know,’ you shrugged. ‘you’re like some sort of magical wizard who can be a student and a model at the same time.’

‘when you’re here in seoul,’ he began, placing his hands on your shoulders. it was hard to ignore the feeling of his hands slowly trailing down your arms until they reached your hands, fingers becoming interlocked. ‘you’ll attend classes as normal. but when you’re travelling, we’ll hire a private tutor to come with us.’

‘won’t that be expensive?’ you pursed your lips. ‘i could just convince my professor to teach me through zoom.’

‘you’ll do so much better with a private tutor,’ his thumbs softly rubbed against the back of your palm. this was his way of soothing you, something you’d gotten used to in the past. ‘you’re worth it, even if it turns out to be expensive.’

‘i love you,’ sighing happily, you couldn’t hold back the smile. ‘ok, we should do it then. thank you, jun.’

‘anything for you, y/n,’ he tugged you closer before leaving a short kiss on your forehead.

dinner in seoul and breakfast in paris. was your life always destined to turn out that way or had you just gotten lucky?

leaving had been a mess at first. taehyun and kai followed you to the airport to say goodbye, and it seemed that beomgyu had gotten the memo too. to make things worse, soobin had came to wish yeonjun a, ‘see you soon.’ so you guiltily avoided beomgyu’s eyes and distanced yourself from soobin, while also trying to get your goodbyes in with your best friends.

as you followed yeonjun to the gate, there stood beomgyu in your direct line of vision. his hands stuffed in his pockets, his gaze downturned and his shoulders slumped forward with defeat.

your eyes met for just a moment before you spun back around and disappeared from his sight. he would be okay soon, you hoped. the time apart would probably do him good, the only side of your relationship with yeonjun that beomgyu would see would be the one uploaded onto social media by you.

but that was the least of your concerns now, fingers fiddling with the buttons of one of yeonjun’s shirts as you tried to button it up. giving up, you climbed into the comfortable bed and gratefully fell back against the silk sheets.

‘tomorrow at four?’ yeonjun asked for confirmation, softly closing the hotel room’s door. he came over to lightly kiss your cheek before getting back to his phone call. ‘yeah, we’ll be there for sure. ok, see you then.’

‘what’s tomorrow at four?’ you stretched your arms above your head, still stiff from the plane ride.

‘your first day,’ he began changing into something more comfortable, passing by the large window that looked out at the eiffel tower. what great things money could do for you. ‘it’s just a faux shoot to help you adjust, with full pay of course.’

‘i can’t thank you enough,’ you pouted. ‘you’re seriously the best.’

‘i should be the one thanking you,’ he shook his head, slipping off his shirt. ‘travelling alone is so lonely, and the photographers were always so boring. now you’re here with me, and i would listen to you talk about how to correctly clean the lens if you asked me to.’

‘you find that boring?’ gasping, you feigned offence. ‘it’s less of a fun fact, more like a hint for you to stop touching my camera.’

‘but what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine, right?’ he teased, dropping onto the bed beside you. ‘come here.’

forcing out an annoyed-sounding groan, you shuffled yourself towards him until you were flush against his chest. he hummed happily, resting his chin atop your head. it was morning, sure, but the only plans you had for the day was to sleep it away.

‘if i let you touch my camera, can i keep this shirt?’

‘no, that’s one of my favourite shirts,’

‘and that’s my favourite camera,’

‘touché, it looks better on you than it did on me anyway,’

[abundanceofnots]

a little (just under 2k) playground scene with Lip and Ian as dads, as per @pink--and--white's request. i apologize to all actual parents in advance.

“How the fuck did we get here?” Lip asks through a huff of incredulous laughter.

Ian shades his eyes from the sun, turning to his older brother with a look of mock concern. “Your memory that bad already, old man? We drove here.”

It earns him a stinging smack on his thigh.

“Asshole,” Lip retorts back. “You know what I mean.”

Ian’s eyes flit back to the scene before them. “Yeah, I do,” he confirms a beat later, his voice more earnest this time.

This, by far, isn’t a new feeling. Lip’s had the exact same thought pass through his mind countless times in recent years, always in a momentary flash of warmth that filled up his whole chest. It happens all the more often now over the most mundane shit, though.

The first time was, probably, when Freddie was born. Then Ian got married, and Al came along, and Liam got to a good school—and after that followed every other quiet (not literally) evening when the whole family gathered up in the kitchen.

In those instants, Lip would stall himself for just a second, getting lost in the overwhelming sounds and visuals, and think, what the fuck.

He’s getting soft. That’s it, most likely. He’s getting soft and sentimental, going on with his extremely unexceptional life, wondering how in the hell did a piece of shit like himself get so lucky, and slowly becomes someone he’d gladly punch in the face not too long ago.

It hits him hard again, this strange sense of pride and wonder, as he sits next to his baby brother on a bench overlooking a kids’ playground.

This one’s the real deal. Everything here is child-proof and clean, with no syringe or dogshit in sight. Frank or some random homeless guy aren’t lying in a drunken coma by the swing sets. There’s not even one bullet hole in the slide. And maybe it’s not so hard to admit that this is actually pretty nice. That this is them now.

Still, the whole thing is, without a doubt, totally ridiculous. Here they are, Lip and Ian—the college dropout and the ex-con, the true sons of the South Side—sneakily munching on their kids’ packed afternoon snacks.

“Dumb luck, I guess,” Ian answers Lip’s question after some musing and takes a sip from Toe’s pink-colored juice box.

Lip hmms before he bites into a baby carrot. “For us, or them?”

“For us. Definitely.”

They’re just two regular dads who carry around lunchboxes and always have a wet wipe or a pack of tissues at hand, ready to blow noses and wipe off residue chocolate from chins and hands. There aren’t enough words in the English language that would describe how incredibly ridiculous this is, because once upon a time, not too long ago, still, Ian wore a jumpsuit with Dav on the nametag and believed this was it for him, and Lip thought the only way to get through life was by drinking himself through the ordeal.

How the fuck did they get here?

“Freddie! Hey, Freddie!” Lip calls out to his oldest, who hangs upside down from the monkey bars, effectively ignoring him. “Fred!” he tries again with an annoyed sigh, and the boy finally remembers how his ears work. “Can you help your cousin on the slide?”

“Okay!”

With a swift motion, Freddie pulls himself up again to grab hold of a bar, unhooking his knees in the process, and jumps down into the sand with practiced ease. He then immediately gets into a run, coming behind the red-headed girl in black overalls who’s been trying to climb the gentle ramp on her own.

“What was that about?” Ian inquires amusedly.

“Early puberty, I think. He doesn’t want us to call him Freddie anymore. It’s Fred. No Fredster, no Fredtastic, definitely no Fredosaurus. Just Fred. Apparently, I went to bed, and my son turned into a middle-aged man overnight.”

“Oof. That’s rough.”

“Yeah. The next thing I know, he’s gonna get a neck tattoo and his first STI. Al, buddy!” His younger son Alvin, at least, seems to have no trouble with hearing. “You need help? Want me to push you?”

“No, I’m good!” the blond kid shouts back from the swing, and to prove his point, he pushes himself harder off the ground to gain momentum.

Lip scratches his forehead. “They don’t need me anymore,” he comments darkly. “I am officially a bother.”

“You’ve always been a bother,” Ian notes before he stuffs his mouth full of grapes. “Come on, Lip. Freddie’s eight. He’s not exactly packing his bags to leave home. He’s still very much a daddy’s boy.”

“I don’t know, man. When I remember what I was already doing when I was his age….”

“Yeah, but that’s different. They’re not like us. They don’t need to be, and that’s a good thing.”

Ian’s right, but the concept of normal as something desirable, something he doesn’t necessarily need to rebel against, is something Lip may never fully come to grasps with. And neither does Ian, even if he says otherwise.

“We might be getting a dog,” Lip says after a while, pausing before he sinks his teeth into a cheese stick.

“No way!” Ian smirks at him. “Look at you, perfect American family and shit.”

Lip snorts at that. He and Tami are pretty damn far from perfect. “You not thinking about getting a pet? A friendly rottweiler for Mickey, perhaps?”

“No. First, I gotta talk him into having another kid.”

That takes Lip by surprise. He knows Ian absolutely adores his little girl, his mini ginger twin that everyone got to call Toe, short for Tomato, but he also knows the whole story behind how she came to be.

“Oh, yeah? You’d like another?”

“Yeah,” Ian admits, and as his eyes drop to his lap where his fingers fiddle with a paper straw, Lip realizes he sounds ashamed about it.

“Not as easy as poking holes in condoms with you guys, huh?” he jokes to release the sudden tension.

“Hah. No.”

“You told Mickey yet?”

Meeting his brother’s eyes again, Ian gives a noncommittal shrug. “I hinted.”

From experience, Lip knows that hinting in Ian’s case almost exclusively means Mickey is fully aware of his intentions and just chooses to ignore them before Ian confronts him head-on.

“Hopefully, you’ll have another girl,” he tells Ian after a quiet moment filled with children’s high-pitched screams and the steady screeching of a swing set. “It’s a lot more physical with boys. These two are already fighting like we used to.”

“Doesn’t really matter when you’re raising a Milkovich,” Ian remarks before yelling: “Hey, Toe? You wanna have a sip of your juice for me?”

The girl waves at them eagerly as she slides down the bendy chute. Getting to a run right as her feet touch the ground, she comes to a jolty halt in front of them, taking a good, hard look at the juice box as if only now realizing what’s expected of her.

“No, thank you,” Toe then peeps and skips off again.

“Polite,” Lip appraises.

Ian gives a low chuckle. “Fuckin’ weird, huh?”

“With Mickey as her dad? A little.”

They watch the kids play for a few minutes. Ian offers to exchange a cheese stick for three grapes, and Lip negotiates it up to five before agreeing.

“You think he’d be against it? Having another kid?” he asks Ian mid-chew.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame him, after all the shit with Terry. Maybe with a second kid, he’d think there’d be twice the damage he could do. Dunno,” Ian surmises uncertainly. “I know how hard it was for him to even want a kid, and I get why he was scared. Don’t get me wrong, I’m shitting myself every day when I think of the ways I could fuck this up. But he’s a great dad. You saw him with Toe. She’s obsessed with him. The way she laughs at everything he says makes you think he invented comedy or something.”

Lip’s aware that their conversation turned sort of serious once again, but he can’t help not breaking into a smile. “Sounds like you’re kinda jealous of your husband there, Ian.”

“Oh, I hate his guts,” his brother confirms, only partially kidding. “I’m a fun dad, too, you know.” As if on cue, a figure coming their way catches his attention, and Ian nods to where his daughter’s playing, telling Lip: “Okay, watch this.”

Mickey gestures at Freddie with a finger to his lips, coming around the slide just in time to catch his daughter in his arms with a victorious roar.

“Daddy!” Toe announces the good news to everyone around with a loud squeal.

Ian gives his brother a pointed look.

“Fuck, man,” Lip huffs with mock seriousness. “You tellin’ me she loves her dad? What a nightmare.”

“Yo, lunch ladies.” Mickey suddenly approaches them with Toe at his hip. “How ’bout less chit-chatting and more kid-watching? Think I’d remember if I left my kid with a giant fuckin’ bruise on her forehead this morning.”

“Yeah. She’s had a bit of a scuffle with Alvin earlier,” Ian says, reaching out to soothingly rub Toe’s calf as if said scuffle and the tears it brought weren’t already long forgotten.

“The hell’s he doin’ fightin’ someone half his size?!”

“She started it!” Lip counters weakly.

“Okay.” Mickey’s mouth hangs open for a minute before he finds his figurative footing again. “I guess she had her reasons for that. And you should teach your kids to not fight dirty.”

“I go play now,” Toe informs him then, putting a stop to his rant and his bad mood in one go.

“Yeah! You do that!” Mickey replies as he puts her down, matching her level of enthusiasm. She heads for the extensive pirate-ship-like construction this time, watchful cousin Freddie already on her heels, and Mickey drops heavily next to his husband, letting out a prolonged groan into his hands.

“Tough day?” Ian asks needlessly.

“Igor’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Told you he was.”

“And I agree, so drop it, a’ight? Hey, by the way.”

“Hey,” Ian echoes before they exchange a quick kiss.

Mickey notices the juice in his hands then and perks up. “That raspberry?” he checks after he’s already snagged the box for himself, taking loud slurps from it to get every last drop. He finishes off with a belch. “Fuckin’ love raspberry.”

Lip finds that anything he’d say at that moment would only spoil the natural fucking beauty of it, so he just appreciates with a private snicker.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Toe yells from the top of one of the pirate ship’s smaller slides. “Come play!”

Mickey pats at Ian’s thigh. “That’s on you, man. I’m beat.”

Putting his fun-dad face on, Ian heaves himself up without a complaint. “Hey, jellybean! Do you think your dad can fit on the slide, too?”

Toe shakes her head vehemently, giggling as she watches Ian jog toward her. “No, daddy! No! No!”

“What, you don’t think I can?” Ian asks again, halfway through his climb up on the board. “Well, take off your socks now because they might get blown off! I’mma fit!”

“Daddy!” Toe howls with laughter as he bumps his head on one of the low railings.

Beside Lip, Mickey imitates the reaction, both his hand and the phone he’s holding with it to record a video visibly shaking. When he notices Lip staring, his grin falters a little.

“These two jokers,” Mickey complains after he ends the recording. “She always laughs at everything he does like he invented comedy or some shit.”

Lip answers with a knowing smile, his chest feeling full of warmth.

Seriously, how the fuck did they get here?

[hyogonokitsune]

five -- kuroo tetsurou x reader

oral (f receiving), fingering, kuroo being a smug bastard 🥰 

2300 words

“Most annoying unrealistic things in movies, go!”

“People sitting down to a full breakfast before work,” you said, grinning at Kuroo’s sudden change in topic.

“For real, I barely have time to brush my teeth in the morning.”

“You should probably make time to brush your hair, too.”

He threw one of the couch pillows at your face as you laughed at him. “Give me another one, sans sass, please.”

You tilted your head back, looking up at the ceiling as you thought. “When people find a parking spot right away in a city.”

“Very specific, but okay,” he grinned. “People taking all their clothes off in two seconds before they bang.”

“Oh, also after people bang and everyone’s hair and makeup still looks perfect.”

“Clearly, someone wasn’t doing a good job if that’s the case.”

“Ugh, but the worst is when a girl has an orgasm in under five minutes,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“Why is that unrealistic?” Kuroo was looking genuinely confused, the smile having fallen off his face.

“Uh, because no guy has ever made a woman cum that fast?” you told him, a slight crease forming between your brows. “Most guys can’t make me cum at all.”

“Really? I’ve made girls cum that fast before.”

You would have thought he was messing with you, but the earnest look on his face made you pause. There was a moment of silence as you stared at him. “They must have been faking, then.”

He bit his lip and gave you a mock-thoughtful look. “Mm, I’m pretty sure they weren’t.”

You snorted, feeling doubtful. “Yeah? You’re just that good?”

“Eating pussy is an artform and I’ve got it mastered.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m serious!” he laughed. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“What?”

“I bet I could make you cum in less than five minutes.”

You blinked at him, letting his words sink in. Kuroo had always been a little flirty with you, that was just his nature, but you found it hard to believe that he’d make an offer like that so easily.

“Scared I’ll prove you wrong?” he said in a teasing tone.

“No, because I know that you won’t.”

“Alright, fine. If I can’t make you cum in five minutes, then I’ll buy you dinner every Friday for a month.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, still skeptical. Past experience made it difficult for you to believe that he could actually do it, but his unwavering confidence in himself was beginning to rouse your curiosity. “And what’s in it for you if you win this little bet?”

“Hearing you say that I was right,” he said, smirking at you.

You hesitated, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought. It sounded like a risky idea, allowing your friend to do something so intimate to you; but another part of you really liked the idea of wiping that smirk off his face and getting him to admit that he wasn’t as skilled at everything as he seemed to think he was.

“You’re either gonna get four free meals or an orgasm out of this,” he continued, “so you really can’t lose here.”

You heaved a sigh, a little surprised at yourself for what you were about to say. “Okay, what the hell. I’ll let you try it.”

For a brief moment Kuroo looked just as surprised as you felt, his eyes widening a bit, but his expression quickly returned to his usual grin. “Seriously?”

“Well I know you’re not gonna shut up about it.”

He laughed loudly before inching closer to you. “So, how are we gonna do this?” he asked, throwing an arm over the back of the couch behind your head.

His sudden proximity to you made you feel slightly nervous. “Did you mean right now?”

“What, you’ve got something better to do?”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him on the shoulder. “No, that’s not what I meant. This is all just happening very fast.”

“Aww, are you shy? I never would have pinned you for that type of girl,” he teased, his annoying smirk only growing wider. You reached out to shove him again, but he caught your wrist in his hand. He looked at you for a moment, eyes searching your face, before abruptly standing and pulling you up beside him. “Come on,” he said, leading the way to his bedroom.

You both paused when you got there, neither one of you entirely sure about what to do next. Kuroo stared down at you, his hands coming to rest almost gingerly on your sides. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” he asked.

“It’d be kinda weird if you went down on me without kissing me first,” you said, trying to hold back a smile.

He grinned as he bent down to plant his lips on yours. It was soft at first, but after a moment one of his hands reached up to rest on the back of your head, holding you still as his body pressed into you. It felt strange to be kissing your friend, but you couldn’t ignore how his touch was making you feel. Each movement of his mouth against yours caused a familiar sensation to grow deep in your stomach, and you found yourself looping your arms around his neck, your fingers burying themselves in his hair.

His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, the pads of his fingers brushing lightly over your skin and making you shiver. He trailed over your stomach and around your back, pulling you even closer as his tongue slipped past your lips into your mouth. You allowed him to deepen the kiss, your body melting into his. He broke away just long enough to lift your shirt over your head, his mouth quickly finding yours again as he pushed you back onto his bed.

“Move up a little,” he said, and the sudden low tone of his voice surprised you. It was raspy and sensual in a way that you had never heard before. You scooted back on the bed, your heart starting to race as he slowly crawled on top of you. He kissed you again, more urgently than before; one of his thighs pressed in between your legs, and you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up from your chest. Kuroo broke the kiss, smirking at you. “That was a pretty sound.”

“Shut up,” you groaned. He couldn’t see the flush that was growing on your face as he leaned down to press hot kisses into your neck, one hand squeezing at your breast. His other drifted down your body to rub at your clit over your shorts, drawing another soft moan out of you.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered, and the shamelessness of it made you squirm in embarrassment. The smug grin was still on his face as he unbuttoned your shorts and tugged them off of you, his eyes roving over your half-naked body almost hungrily.

His fingers played with your clit through your panties as he resumed kissing you. The touch was light and slow, but it was already making your head swim. You clutched at his back, trying desperately to steady your uneven breathing.

“You’re already so wet,” he breathed against your lips, sounding equal parts smug and surprised.

“Kuroo,” you mumbled, holding back a gasp as his fingers pressed a little more firmly into you. “I feel kinda weird being the only one with my clothes off.”

���Yeah?” He sat up so that he could pull his shirt over his head. “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

“That’s not what it’s about, idiot,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. Even still, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him; you had seen him shirtless several times, but the context had been radically different. Now, the sight of his muscular body was making you think of him in a way that you never had before. You could feel your arousal growing, and your thighs clenched unconsciously.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Kuroo; his hands glided along your legs, slowly parting them again as he smirked. “You’re falling apart a lot faster than I thought you would,” he teased.

“I am not.”

“You sure?” His fingers hooked under your panties and pulled them down your legs. “Because you’re dripping wet for me.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to smack you.”

He chuckled, his eyes trained on your face as he kissed along your inner thigh. “Scared I’m gonna prove you wrong?”

“It’s gonna be so embarrassing for you when you lose,” you said, but your words sounded unconvincing when your breath hitched in your throat as his mouth moved further up your thigh.

He sat up again and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Five minutes, right?”

“Are you seriously gonna time yourself?”

“We gotta be accurate,” he said, smiling as he set his phone to the side.

You were expecting him to move faster now that the timer had officially started, but he simply resumed his slow kisses down your leg. As he got closer to the end of your thigh, his tongue came out to lick along your skin, the warm touch of it making you heart pound wildly against your ribs. He licked up one side of your pussy and down the other, so teasingly that you were sure he was intentionally trying to rile you up. You resisted the urge to grab his head and press him into you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how desperately you wanted him.

He could see it written plainly on your face, though; his eyes never left yours, even as he finally pressed his tongue into your cunt, licking a slow stripe between your folds and circling around your clit.

“F-fuck,” you breathed out, annoyed with yourself for caving so quickly. You could see him smirking as he repeated the motion, the tips of his fingers digging into the sides of your hips.

His movements were slow, almost exploratory as his tongue passed over every inch of your cunt, paying special attention to all the places that made you moan out for him. He noticed every change in your breathing, every subtle flex of your muscles whenever he found a spot that made you see stars.

“Tetsurou,” you murmured, your voice coming out in a breathy sigh. Despite your earlier efforts to hide how turned on you were getting, you couldn’t be bothered to try and hold back now, not when the feeling of his mouth on your pussy was completely overwhelming all of your senses. You glanced down at him and saw that the smirk had finally left his face; he looked almost calm as he slowly ate you out, solely determined on making you feel good.

His fingers spread your pussy open as he pressed the flat of his tongue on your clit, sliding it over the sensitive bud slowly at first, speeding up with each soft moan that left your lips. You were still looking down at him when he glanced up, his hazel eyes locking with yours. The eye contact made everything he was doing feel like too much, and your head tilted back and eyes fluttered shut as a loud moan left your mouth.

You thought you heard him snicker, but it hardly mattered as you felt him press a finger into your cunt, the sudden stretch making you whimper. He pumped it slowly in and out of you as your breath started coming out harder, your chest heaving when he added a second and curled them up to press into your sweet spot.

“Oh my god, Tetsurou,” you whispered, your gaze falling back on him. You now found yourself unable to look away, enraptured by the intense way he was staring at your face. Your fingers gently brushed his hair back from his forehead to get a better look at him, and when your grip tightened on his head he moaned.

His fingers pressed more firmly into your cunt, gently sucking on your clit as his tongue continued to rub over it. The tension in your stomach was building, and you knew he was only seconds away from pushing you over the edge.

“Fuck, just like that, p-please don’t stop,” you gasped, but he could already tell from the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, your legs trembling where they rested on his shoulders. He moaned again when he felt you cumming, his fingers stilling but his tongue still slowly licking your clit.

Only when you whined at him did he finally stop. Kuroo crawled back up your body, placing kisses along your stomach and chest before joining his lips to yours, his tongue pressing deeply into your mouth. He left you panting when he broke away, his thumb brushing lightly along your cheekbone, a soft smile on his lips as he admired your dazed expression.

The sudden ringing from his phone’s timer startled both of you. The grin found its way back onto his face as he reached over to shut it off.

“So,” he started, turning back to face you, “is there anything you wanna say to me?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. “You were right,” you grumbled.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said, you were right!”

He was still smirking as he leaned in to kiss you again, more softly than before. Your hands slid up his back to rest on his shoulder blades, moaning into his mouth a little. When he pulled away, you had to bite back a whimper at the loss of his touch.

“Kuroo?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I try now?”

His eyes went wide at your question, and you had to struggle not to laugh at the excited expression on his face. “Yes,” he said, hurriedly shifting to lie down beside you. “Yes, absolutely you can.”

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[thewriterowl]

I can totally see a fake dating AU in which Luke, while not opposed to the principle of an arranged marriage because of his martyr syndrom, REALLY doesn't want to marry THAT specific creep the New Republic has in mind.

Enters Din, who takes one look at the situation before casually informing the Senate that that just won't do, since he has officially started to court the Jedi Master a few weeks prior.

Let's just say that everyone's too scared of starting a war with terrifying warriors to protest.

Listen, listen...I love this. I ADORE this so much. This is incredible. Absolute perfection.

Luke being so grateful but needed to try and talk to Din about this selfless act and tell him he doesn't have to sacrifice himself like this. Din saying it's not confirming they are getting married. It gives them enough time for that Senator (I'm gonna say Ken from Stars) to find another target for his creepiness. And it wasn't like he had anyone he really wanted to be forced to marry either, this worked for both of them. Luke has to agree. They were nice to each other through Grogu, slowly becoming friends already, so this was something that made sense. And it wasn't like either of them would actually fall in love with each other. Haha, right?

Haha....tragic.

That senator coming up to them and being all gross and says he sees through this. That they had never been close. Even now they were just standing by each other! Din isn't one to turn away a challenge and is about to pull his supposed partner to him but Luke beats him to it by throwing Ken a blank and disturbed look. "Why would we be close?" The Senator thinks he has them but Luke goes, "Mandalorians do not find the public space a location to be intimate. And even if it were, they do not show it the same way as other cultures. That is so insensitive, Ken. You need to apologize to the Mand'alor."

Din may have had a slight heart clench at that.

Later with them making sure they are seen in public together, not close but together, they chat and talk to get their stories straight and learn as much as they can about each other. The facts thrown back and forth didn't last too long. Soon, from Luke starting it off, they were exchanging stories and learning things that were of more importance than age or favorite color (though they found out these things; Luke teased Din when he claimed he didn't have one before finally dragging out it was red)

Ken doesn't stay away from long. He is too obsessed with Luke and is desperate to make him his and his husband. He continues to make advances, spread rumors, and try to find proof this was not a real relationship. Luke almost always interfere with his honesty and knowledge of Mandalorian culture to call him out on his behavior before Din could punch his teeth out. And holo-droids were following them and had everything filmed. Soon the whole galaxy knew of the two, how good Luke was to his king's people, how horrible Ken was (no one is surprised) and soon the whole galaxy has royal-fever and the people are hungry for every movement of the two.

(There is possibly a little trash planet of trash panda folk who are strangely obsessed with Luke and having him on Din's lap and with a lot of lewd and uncomfortable pieces of work on Luke getting his face shoved into a bed with Din going after him like an animal...no one speaks of that planet and Luke isn't allowed anywhere near it)

Of course their friendship doesn't last too long and they are just giving each other shy side glances, and each touch makes them jump, and they blush and oh no, he's so hot.

This can add in the greatness of there was only one bed! Of course with any visiting of other worlds they would only have one bed! Ken making a kidnapping attempt on Luke or an assassination attempt on Din! Of the two discovering their fan-art and fan fiction! It would be amaaaaazing.

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

Rewriting Haggar/Honerva’s redemption arc

One of the many things that bothered me about VLD S8 is Honerva’s redemption arc. While I was never fully against the idea of Honerva getting a redemption arc, I just didn’t want VLD to do it because I knew that they would fuck it up if they tried. And low and behold, I was right!

But yeah, I wasn’t against the idea of her being redeemed. And I don’t mean “redeemed” as in “all is forgiven and she’s just a good guy now,” but more like a Darth Vader, “the things she did were inexcusable and she would never be able to right all her wrongs but she goes out on one good act to show that there was still good in her deep down and she at least had the potential to change.”

I know a lot of people don’t like the whole, “redemption=death” thing, which I understand, but I personally never had a problem with it.

Ok, so why didn’t Honerva’s redemption work? Well there are a few reasons but the one that baffles me the most is that, instead of trying to make her more sympathetic, season 8 seemed to go out of its way to show her being more evil and vile than ever.

And because I have nothing better to do, I’m gonna go through Honerva’s story in VLD and explain what I would change to make her redemption more believable.

(Keep in mind I am not a writer, this is just me ranting about my favorite character and how I personally would’ve written her.)

1. Realizing she’s Altean

I always thought it’s was weird that when Allura said “you’re...Altean!?” In the S2 finale, Haggar didn’t seem to react at all, she just kept attacking. It’s as if she didn’t care or already knew, which doesn’t make sense considering in the S3 finale and S8E2 it’s established that Haggar has no memory of who she was before she died. And in S4E3 she seems shocked by her Altean face (which also doesn’t make sense because her blue skin isn’t camouflage that’s just how she looks after the rift) so it seems like she didn’t know.

Wouldn’t it have made more sence if after Allura said “you’re...Altean!?” Honerva looked confused/shocked? If she became defensive and said Allura was lying/trying to insult her? There’s def anti-Altean propaganda in the empire so it would be considered an insult.

After that she starts questioning Zarkon. And when she looks into his mind, it’s out of genuine curiosity and desire to know the truth, not because, “the empire needs him” or whatever that meant.

And isn’t it a bit odd that she doesn’t seem betrayed at all when she finds out Zarkon has been keeping all this from her? She’s just like, “oh, you’re my husband? Cool.” Wtf???

2. Her past relationship with Zarkon

Okay, I love Zonerva, but if we’re being honest, Zarkon was not the best husband. He enabled the shit out of Honerva, even when it was obvious that the rift was doing serious damage to her physical and mental health. To me, it seems like Zarkon was so blinded by the power the rift gave him that he didn’t realize/ignored the negative effect it was having on Honerva. In the same way he downplayed the negative impact the rift had on the planet.

I think that should’ve been explored more. Maybe Honerva notices that she’s been acting differently and is worried somethings wrong (think S5 Kuron). And Honerva tries to tell Zarkon that she feels strange and Zarkon just brushes it off.

And later, when Alfor visits Diaibazaal years later. Things are pretty much the same except when we sees Honerva, she is very obviously pregnant and Alfor’s there when Honerva falls and goes into labor (instead of a random quintessence seizure). Alfor and many Galran doctors try their best to save her and the baby but she dies in childbirth.

Zarkon goes ballistic. He’s yelling, throwing doctors across the room, and Alfor turns to the doctor holding Lotor and tells them to get the baby to safely, fearing Zarkon will take his grief out on the baby.

Zarkon turns on Alfor, blaming him for Honerva’s death and accusing him of letting her die so that he could get his way and close the rift. He lunges Alfor and roars at him to leave.

He spends the rest of the night grieving at Honerva’s bedside, when Kova jumps on the bed and starts gnawing on her finger trying to wake her up. This is what gives him the idea to bring her back with quintessence.

3. Her current relationship with Zarkon

I think it’s pretty safe to say that they’re relationship didn’t get better after the war began. Zarkon hid her identity and her child from her for 10,000 years and essentially used her as a tool of war. It’s pretty fucked up.

I know it’s pretty well established that Zarkon treats Haggar with more respect than his other underlings, but I feel like it would be interesting to see that change overtime. We see that after Voltron comes back, Zarkon becomes very obsessed with Voltron/Black, and he and Haggar start disagreeing more and more.

Remember the moment where one of Haggar’s druids told Zarkon Haggar said he needed to rest and Zarkon hit them with his bayard and told them, “remember who your master is”? What if, instead of a random druid, it was Haggar who he hit?

I feel like that would be a good way to show Haggar and the audience just how much Zarkon’s obsession with Voltron is affecting him, and make the audience feel a tiny bit bad for her.

Then later in season 4, when Zarkon wakes up from his coma and finds out Haggar brought Lotor back to take his place he gets pissed. He puts a price on Lotor’s head and has Haggar arrested for treason. She steals a ship, escapes, and later on meets up with Lotor’s generals.

Her and Zarkon are officially broken up and her quest to reclaim her identity and get her son back begins.

4. Oriande

I never liked the concept of chosen/sacred Alteans. The idea that some Alteans are just born more powerful than others just feels iffy. My idea of Oriande is that it’s an Altean holly land, any Altean can enter it just depends on whether or not you can pass the White Lion’s trial. Passing the trial proves that your intentions are pure and and the White Lion will bless you with power.

I didn’t like how Honerva seemed to force her way into Oriande, I think it would be more effective if she had gone through normally because, at this point, her intentions were pure. She was going there to purge herself of the dark magic corrupting her and reclaim her memories so she could go get her son back.

I also like the idea that Oriande is a sorta link to the Altean after life, and you can speak with people you’ve lost. Allura gets to speak with Alfor, and Honerva speaks with her mother.

You could also have her be confronted by the spirits of the Alteans she helped destroy. Have the weight of her past actions bear down on her. An important part of any redemption arc is acknowledging the terrible shit you’ve done in the past, and that was severely lacking in Honerva’s arc.

Another interesting thing you could do is have Honerva talk to her younger self. The one that died 10,000 years ago. This kinda thing actually happened in 80s Voltron, young Haggar appearing in Haggar’s head trying to convince her to be good again.

5. Her relationship with Lotor

Now this is where the redemption arc really falls apart. I forget who, but one of the writers said after S5 that Haggar/Honerva was motivated purely by love for her son, but man did they do a bad job of showing that.

And it would’ve been so easy to fix that problem, just have her not be horrible to him. Have them have actual civil conversations, have her protect and defend him. Don’t have her reject him as a fucking baby!

Imagine if, after Zarkon destroys Lotor’s planet, instead of immediately deciding to

exile him, Zarkon says that this is the final straw and he’s going to have Lotor executed. But Haggar speaks up to defend Him. There’s actually a scene in DOTU where Zarkon tries to kill Lotor and Haggar gets on her knees and begs for him to be spared. (Though the scene was mostly played for laughs.)

she asks for mercy and justifies it by saying it would be unwise to kill his only heir. It’s a weak argument, Lotor’s a half breed and couldn’t realistically take the throne, but Zarkon does concede, he still loves her after all, and has Lotor exiled.

And Haggar isn’t spying on him because she doesn’t trust him, but because she’s concerned for him. When Lotor confronts Haggar about sending her cronies after him, she says she knows he’s hiding something. Lotor asks if she’s threatening him, thinking she’s going to rat him out, but she says no, she’s not threatening him, she’s just trying to warn him against doing anything stupid because, with Zarkon seemingly on his death bed, the empire needs Lotor’s leadership.

At this point in the story, Haggar is questioning her loyalty to Zarkon, so I feel like it would make sense for her to be silently supporting Lotor from the shadows.

Then at the Kral Zera in season 5, It was weird to me how she was helping Lotor through Kuron while also telling him he couldn’t be emperor and trying to put Sendak on the throne. I feel like it would’ve made more sense for Sendak to just show up on his own without Haggar.

Haggar wouldn’t even be at the Kral Zera, she would just watch through Kuron.

And then we get to S6 when she actually reveals to Lotor that she’s his mom. This scene was just so poorly done. She never actually apologizes to him, she’s just like “yeah I forgot you were my kid and I never loved you, but were cool now right?” I remember when I saw S8E2 and it shows her after Lotor rejects her and she looks like she’s about to cry, I was just thinking, “this would be very emotional and sad IF she had actually apologized and made it clear that she genuinely loved him.” But she didn’t and I don’t know why!

And then we get to season 8, and of course everything in S8 is bad but Honerva’s story is particularly bad. She’s supposed to be motivated by love for Lotor yet she doesn’t act like she actually cares about him at all.

She manipulates his corpse and when she sees his gross melted body, she doesn’t even react that much. When a mother sees her child’s mutilated corpse, how do you think she reacts? Screaming? Crying?? Hurling??? But no. She’s just like, “...”

And then when she goes to the alternate reality and meets baby Lotor and he rejects her, her reaction isn’t disappointment or sadness, it’s anger and entitlement. She immediately decides, “ok, fuck this kid. Let’s destroy this reality.”

It just doesn’t make sense! This is the season you’re trying to REDEEM her! Why are you going out of your way to make her so vile?

6. Her S7-S8 plan

(Keep in mind I haven’t watched S7/S8 since they came out and barely even watched S8 to begin with, so I don’t remember some things and I can’t be bothered to rewatch them.)

Okay, starting with S7, she’s not in this season at all but in “The Ruins” the druid dude says that her final order was to hunt and destroy the Blade of Marmora. I guess it makes a certain amount of sense because she saw that it was Keith who brought Lotor’s actions to light, but that whole plot was really pointless in my opinion. (Was anybody really hoping for a rematch between Keith and that one random druid?)

If you want us to forgive Honerva for her crimes, you really shouldn’t keep adding more unnecessary crimes. It’s established that there were a lot of Galra war lords vying for power and pirates looking for money, just have it be that Kolivan got kidnapped by one of them.

Then you have her season 8 plan and I’m gonna be real with y’all, I have no idea how to fix this mess.

I feel like the basics of her plan could work. She tries to get Lotor and Sincline out of the rift but when she gets him he’s a melted corpse so the plan then becomes to use sincline to go to another reality to find a living Lotor, but opening all these rifts causes problems and the paladins have to stop her.

But all the shit with manipulating the colony Alteans, killing the White Lion, desecrating Oriande, and destroying Olkarion and entire realities, it was all so unnecessary.

Personally I would cut the colony Alteans from the story all together, there are other ways for Lotor to betray the team. It was a lazy way of making Lotor 100% evil and having Honerva manipulate them is unnecessarily cruel, especially in the season you’re trying to redeem her.

Here’s a very basic outline of how I would do this plot.

If we’re going by season 8’s logic that she needs a sacrifice to bring back Sincline, I would’ve had the Galra she killed at the Kral Zera be the sacrifice, not the White Lion. She stands on the pyramid and talks about how the empire stole her life from her and she wants revenge as she absorbs their quintessence into herself and then uses that to bring back Sincline.

Then when she finds Lotor dead she takes Sincline and uses it to go to another reality where she can be with her family.

The danger comes when she opens rifts to the other realities and rift creatures start coming out and causing damage. The paladins fight them and follow her into the rift to stop whatever evil plan she may have. Because the paladins don’t know that Haggar is now Honerva and all this is just to get Lotor back. They think this is all some plan for multiverse domination or some shit.

Meanwhile Honerva has just been rejected by little Lotor and seeing Voltron show up pushes her over the edge and they fight.

But when they find out the real reason she’s doing all this they start trying to appeal to her and convince her to give up and close the rift peacefully. And similarly to how the paladins had to sacrifice the castle to close the rifts created by the fight with Lotor, Honerva has to sacrifice herself to close the rifts.

In the end, I feel like a Honerva redemption arc could’ve worked if the writers were actually competent and actually made an effort to have her be sympathetic, but In canon, her reasoning, “If I can’t indulge in the simple joys of life, why should anybody else?” just doesn’t cut it.

It’s disappointing. VLD had so much potential. I’m thinking of just rewriting the entire series from the beginning. Hopefully putting all my thoughts out into the universe will help me move on.

[4kominato]

Part II: The Younger Brothers

Part I: The Older Brothers

A/N: GOD IDK WHY I HAD SUCH A HARD TIME WITH THIS... probably not gonna do as well as pt 1 but mehhh its fine... idk if ill be doing more Obey Me reactions in the future since i have trouble connecting with some of them but we'll see. Hope yall enjoy this though ✌🏻

DESCRIPTION: Female MC making the brothers hard for the first time. Assume MC x Demon are in a fairly new relationship. [[NSFW below]]

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[Asmo ♡]: Where are you? Your food is getting cold

[Asmo ♡]: Hello?

[Asmo ♡]: Are you ignoring me?

[Asmo ♡]: Is everything okay?

[Asmo ♡]: You’d better be in your room, I’m checking on you once dinner is done

You awoke to the sound of your D.D.D buzzing next to your ear, messages blowing up on the bright screen and making you squint. When you saw it was your boyfriend Asmodeus, you decided to give him a quick call back to let him know you’re okay. It was finals week and just before dinner, you’d finished taking your last exam. After pulling multiple all nighters, you ended up crashing as soon as you’d gotten back to your room.

“Oh my gosh, you’re alive!” Asmo exclaimed, answering after only a few rings.

“Yeah sorry, babe, I was exhausted after my exams so I took a nap. Are you still coming to my room?”

“Mhm! Just give me a few minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

Ending the call, you placed your phone back on your nightstand before making yourself presentable, and just as he’d said, within a few minutes there was a knock at your door and when you opened it, you were met with a smiling Asmodeus.

“I packed up your dinner for you,” he said as you let him in, “I warmed it up too!”

“Thanks, babe,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you took the food from him, “You’re the best!”

“Oh stop, you are,” he giggled, pressing a kiss to your lips.

The two of you became official a few weeks before finals, but with both of you so busy preparing for the semester's end, you hadn’t gotten the chance to spend much quality time together. This would be the first time you were hanging out together without having to worry about school.

“You should eat,” Asmo spoke as the two of you made yourselves comfortable on your bed, “Skipping meals isn’t good for your beautiful body.”

“But I just woke up… Let’s just cuddle for a bit first, I missed you.”

“Well, I can’t say no to cuddles. I missed you too.”

As he pulled you closer, you slung your legs over his thigh and wrapped your arms around his torso, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Wow, we’ve never cuddled like this before,” Asmo beamed as he ran his fingers through your hair, “It’s been almost a month now and our intimacy has hardly progressed!”

“We were busy, it couldn’t be helped.”

“It can be helped now,” he suggested, his lips forming into a smirk as he stared at you pleadingly.

“I… can’t disagree with that,” you replied, returning him a smirk as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He didn’t even hesitate for a second before pressing his lips against yours, gently laying you down on the bed as he made himself comfortable between your legs, his hips flush against yours.

“Asmo…” you started, face flushed feeling his bulge pressing against you, “You’re um…”

“Excited? Can you blame me? I’ve been waiting to do this for so long! Just relax, I’ll take good care of you.”

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It’d been a while since Beel and you had last planned a date, both of you being backed up with school work and other responsibilities. Finally though, you guys were able to find an opening in your schedules, so you decided to have a picnic together in the RAD garden.

The two of you had woken up early to prepare, knowing that cooking and packing the food would take a while, given Beel would always eat some of the food during the preparation. It took you a few hours, but finally, you were able to finish making the food and packing everything, so the two of you headed off to the RAD garden to relax and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

“Here, Beel,” you offered, holding a rice ball up to his mouth to feed him, cupping your hand beneath it to catch any droppings.

“Mm,” Beel hummed happily as he took out half of the rice in a single bite, and then quickly finished it with another. It always made you so happy to see Beel enjoying your cooking, so you continued to pick at the various dishes you’d created and feed them to him. It didn’t take long at all for the two of you to finish all the food, but you did have one more thing up your sleeve.

“Hey Beel,” you announced, a cheeky grin on your face as your hand dug through your purse to pull out a small tupperware, “It’s not much, but I made these last night and hid them as a surprise dessert for today.”

Carefully opening the lid, you revealed that what you’d prepared was some chocolate covered strawberries. You were about to grab one and feed it to him, but somehow, he managed to beat you at snatching the fruit and to your surprise, he held it up to you to eat first. Despite your shock, you couldn’t turn down his offer so you took your first bite into the strawberry, some of the chocolate breaking off and falling into Beel’s free hand.

“Mm, sorry,” you replied bashfully, before licking up the remaining chocolate bits from his hand. When you looked back up, you could see the bright pink tint brushed over Beel’s cheeks, a rather flustered expression on his face. While you were initially puzzled by his strange reaction, it didn’t take long for you to at least get an idea of what may have caused it. Focusing back on the strawberry, you took another bite to finish what was left of the fruit, but this time, you let your lips linger on his fingers for a bit longer than you normally would… and you were right.

You didn’t think it was possible, but his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as you finally withdrew from him, a cheeky grin forming on your lips.

“Um…” Beel started, breaking eye contact as he rubbed the back of his neck, “You always feed me… so I wanted to try feeding you… I think I like it more than expected.”

“Hm, I see,” you teased, noticing the tent in his pants, “Wanna feed me more then?”

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It was just a normal day for you at RAD; your classes had just finished and you were on your way back to your room… that is, until you were startled by the sound of your D.D.D ringing loudly in the hall. It was Belphegor.

“Hello?”

“Hi… are your classes done?”

“Yeah.”

“Come to my room then.”

“Why?”

“Just come...”

“Alright, I’m on my way.”

“Great. See you soon.”

Stopping in your tracks, you made a 180 and started making your way to Belphegor's room instead. It didn’t take long to get there, and upon your arrival you knocked firmly on the door. You were greeted almost immediately, followed by Belphegor pulling you into the room and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I missed you,” he giggled as he led you to his bed, “Come take a nap with me.”

Lifting the covers, he gestured for you to climb into the bed first, and then he joined shortly after.

“I love napping with you,” he smiled as he took your hand in his own and scooted closer to you.

“I love it too, Belphie… but you should really give me more notice when you wanna nap together, you always tell me so last minute.”

“But that’s so much work… Besides, I don’t choose when I feel like napping with you, it just happens.”

“Alright, fine…” you caved, given that he did have a valid point.

Snuggling up against his side, your hand rested comfortably on his stomach as you let your legs entwine with his. He hummed in contentment at the intimacy, his body relaxing as he prepared for his nice, soothing nap.

Unfortunately, he was only able to sleep for a short while before being suddenly awakened by you stirring in his hold. As you shifted around on the bed, your legs began to rub against his thighs, occasionally riding up higher and approaching his crotch. He tried to close his eyes again and ignore it, but there was no way he could simply stop feeling what you were doing to him… even if it was unintentional.

“Are you okay?” you asked groggily, feeling that his body had become abnormally tense.

“Mhm,” he hummed quietly as he took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down before you could discover what was really going on.

Unlucky for him, as you squirmed around even more, trying to make yourself comfortable, your leg slipped just a little too high and brushed over his bulge, eliciting a soft moan from him.

“Oops, sorry,” you giggled at the realization, “Didn’t realize you were all… excited.”

“Well if it weren’t for you feeling me up in your sleep…” he grumbled, a tinge of pink forming on his pale cheeks as he turned his head away from you.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” you argued, cupping his face in your hand and forcing him to look back at you, “I’ll tell you what, since I caused this ‘problem,’ would you forgive me if I took care of it for you?”

“Hmm… sounds like a fair trade,” he grinned, knowing exactly what you meant.

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - Sadism & Trolling (Vega Headcanons)

NGL, I’m gonna be straight with y’all...

I miss Vega! And uh, since I've been listening to his videos lately, I wanted to write a oneshot for him until I decided on some headcanons at the last minute. 

I'm not sure what role the Inchoate Daemon Listener in his more recent videos would play in the future, so I tried my hands on writing his 'lover'. I always wanted to write a morally dubious Listener anyway! 

So this is entirely separate from the Inchoate Daemon Listener. 

Vega calls his Listener 'Hamster' for their snacking habits. He would only calls you 'Dear heart' when he's feeling vulnerable or in intimate situations. 

He meets them before Ivan's story. He was actually walking around humans for a change of pace, feeding on the faint lingering negative emotions hovering around the park. It's the human equivalent of getting a cup of coffee in the morning to kickstart their day.

Suddenly, Vega felt intense and strange emotions coming from somewhere in the area. It's a combination of righteous fury, hurt and glee. 

He tracks the owner of the maelstrom to find you. A lone human sitting on a bench underneath a tall, shady tree. Your expression is a total contrast to what you're feeling. It's calm and almost bored. 

After using magic to do some digging and breaching personal privacy, Vega found out that you plan an act of horrible revenge on a cheating partner. He sticks around to watch it all play out. 

He loved the show. So much so he claims you as his charge. 

However, jokes on him; you're a passive and lazy person. Your default setting is living life operating on the least amount of brain cells and effort. So after feeding on your heartbreak from the breakup, Vega has no idea what the fuck to do with you. 

So he subtly pulls the strings around you in hopes to get you to feel upset or at least annoyed; coffee spilt on your work laptop, someone bought that last slice of your favourite cake, bad internet connection at home, anything! 

But the most you'd (unknowingly) give him is a sigh before you look for something else to occupy your time. To Vega, he feels like a first-time owner to a pet that isn't behaving as it should be. You're like a hamster running in its ball, utterly oblivious of the world outside.  

When you do react emotionally, it's like a wildfire - a roaring and unapologetic blaze that will burn for days. Especially when it comes to negative emotions. However, it takes such a long time to build up and rarely does it even spark. Honestly, to you, working up to such a passionate response is a hassle. 

Unfortunately for Vega, he realises this a little too late. 

The two of you officially meet when you begin to notice that certain objects around the house aren't exactly where they should be. Like how the coffee cup that you instinctively put away from the laptop is now right next to it when you came out of the bathroom. How you can never find your favourite red mug or t-shirt despite you just wash them. 

Slowly but surely, you feel like you suddenly gain an invisible annoying and unwanted roommate. 

Vega detects your annoyance and plans to 'farm' it, only for it to hilariously backfire when you begin to hit up the local priests to discuss about an exorcism and thus, raise a potential covert risk. 

When he first appeared in front of you, your immediate action was to grab a baseball bat, shock and indignation flare within you. 

"So you're the fucking bastard that has been eating my fucking Pringles!" 

"What!? No! And I swear to any God you believe in, I’ll make you regret it if you swing that thing at me."

“Hah! Is that a challenge!? Buy back my snacks. Now. Before I break your bones and sell them to the black market!”

"News flash, Hamster: you're the one who's been eating all of them. Those after midnight snacks? What? Did you think you were sleep-eating?" 

"Who are you calling hamster!?"

"Of course, that's the one you have a problem with..." 

Do you know that one Tv Trope? The 'savvy guy, energetic girl' and 'monster and the maiden'? You and Vega are something in-between, where Vega is determined to feed on you, his charge, while you make it your life mission to be his biggest inconvenience ever. 

That being said, there's a lot of things you share in common with him. For one thing, you live by the 'not my circus, not my monkey' rule, so you don't particularly care what Vega does outside of your life as long as it doesn't cause you any problems. 

You both can be petty AF, and if one is petty, the other will automatically prepare for the other's revenge. 

Vega likes to give you shit for being an Unempowered Human, and in return, you would do everything in your power to piss him off. EX: You’ll make a joke about his shoe size. You know what they say, small shoes mean small... package. And besides, he's a Daemon, right? Doesn't that mean he has hooves? 

Both of you toed the line between violence and resignation, which is impressive that you're still alive. You made it clear to him that if he wants to take you down, you'll take him down with you, and Vega can respect that. 

Vega starts to catch feelings for you after you blackmail him into going to the cinema with you because there's a discount on the tickets for a pair of friends/couple. He's shocked to find that he enjoyed himself that night. 

As for you, you start to feel fond of him when he orchestrated a string of misfortune on your asshole of a colleague. He never once admit it, but at that point, you could read his body language and behaviours rather well. How could you not when your colleague’s series of unfortunate events result in a whole week of nothing but good vibes for you.

Neither you nor Vega confesses your feelings, but you ended up in a romantic relationship nonetheless.

Vega has never fallen in love before, so this emotion is very strange and new for him. From his annoying charge, you've become his most cherished person in the world. 

Vega protects you the only way he knows how. By making the people who upset you miserable or just straight up terminate their trial period of existence. As a Sadism Daemon, Vega is very well aware of the stigma that comes with his kind, and it really doesn't help that he loves what he does, so you have to rein him in from time to time. 

On that note, expect this Daemon to be possessive as hell. No matter what you do around the house, Vega would attach himself to you. Oh, you're working on the couch with the laptop on your lap? He'll move you so you'll sit on his lap while he watches TV. You're relaxing in the bathtub? Scoot forward, he wants to sit behind you. If you're talking to a friend on the phone, he'll peppered kisses and leave hickies on your neck in an attempt for you to end the call. If he could, he would hide you from the world itself so only he could have you. So please stomp on his feet when he starts to sweetly suggest you disappear with him. 

If it's raining at night, both of you would silently lie on the bed together, just basking in one the other's presence. If you fall asleep first, Vega will turn you into his little spoon.

In terms of dating and due to his possessive and protective nature, most of your dates would be in your home. Movie marathons, him playing as your audience for your video game matches, monopoly sessions ending up in a messy divorce sitcom or just napping together. Good for you if you're a homebody. If you're the outgoing type? Good luck; you'll need to be as persuasive as him to budge Vega. The most Vega is willing to go are breakfast/lunch/dinner dates. The fewer eyes on you, the better. 

It's not long before Vega stops feeding on you entirely. He only takes a few destructive emotions that overwhelm you and help you work the rest out in a healthy manner. 

That's when he starts to think about spending his forever with you. 

Don't be mistaken, though; Vega is still a sadism Daemon that doesn’t take kindly to those getting in his way but to you? His one happiness in life? He's your loyal lover. 

-

OK. I might have gone a bit crazy with Vega but in my defence, I had like 3 mugs of tea and a tub of Belgian chocolate ice-cream and ramen last night after midnight plus a weird longing for him. 

It’s weird. 

[donaidk]

Mick Schumacher - Worth the wait

I’m sorry for slacking in the last few days, I had a few things around uni I had to get done before sitting down and writing. But I’m now back with another Mick oneshot that I hope you guys will like 😊 Thank you for the request and wishing a great week for everyone 🥰🧡

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Looking through the closet Y/N really didn’t know what she should put on for the day that was comfortable but at the same time would look good. Usually she wouldn’t really care about looks and fashion if she wanted to dress comfy, but knowing how many cameras and photographers will be there during the day, she felt like it was a must this time. All the fans looked at those photos before or after the races, her being one of them as on several occasions those were the only way for her to see Mick other than during their FaceTime calls. However, this time she would be on them too, and even though she promised herself it wouldn’t matter, in the end it wasn’t that easy to get over. She did care about what the fans will think about her, although less than what Mick’s crew members and team members will. That was probably the most nerve wracking part of the weekend. Y/N already met some of them as she attended the first practice session on friday, but staying in the background and not even entering the garage meant she stayed a stranger to them until today.

“ You can take something from mine if you would like. ” She heard from behind him and turning her head towards the voice she could see Mick getting ready just a few meters away from her. “ I have some team stuff too, if you need anything. ” He added, pointing at the suitcase that was still half full with black-red Haas branded shirts and sweaters. Y/N’s anxiety was quite visible on her face, and he knew wearing his shirts sometimes helped calm her down somehow.

“ Maybe. I don’t know… ” Y/N let out a sigh, debating if her wearing his things would bring positive or negative feedback. In the end she just took one of her favourite shirts of his, pushing every thought back as she pulled the material over her head, tucking it into her jeans a little. When she stepped out of the closet Mick was ready too, sitting on the bed and waiting for her. “ Ready! ” She added when he looked up at her and with a nod got up from the bed.

As it was a home GP for Mick they were able to stay in his home rather than a hotel room and start the day from there. It wasn’t a long drive from the apartment to the circuit, giving Y/N just around 20 minutes to prepare herself mentally for the day. Luckily it wasn’t her driving and she could just watch the trees and houses go by as they passed them on the way. She knew everything felt strange because it was just her first time attending a race, and that hopefully if there was going to be a next time, it would be a bit calmer. She didn’t know how people will act towards her, but after getting through the first meetings it will be easier to be around them. It was usually just the first impressions that made her so anxious.

“ They’re going to love you, don’t worry about it. ” They were just turning off the road towards the private parking lot of the circuit when Y/N started bouncing her knee a little bit and Mick could see it from the corner of his eye. “ I would be really surprised if there would be anyone who doesn’t like you by the end of the day. ” He chuckled, looking to his right when the car was parked and with one last squeeze to her hand, they both got out of the vehicle.

‘ Just don’t jinx it. ’ Y/N let out a sigh, taking her backpack out before stepping right next to Mick as she didn’t know where they had to go first. He shared the schedule with her, but it was a bit too much information all together, and she couldn’t really remember everything that was on the papers. Knowing that she will be either next to Mick or someone else from the team during the whole day was enough for her.

Getting to the entrance they both let themselves in with their passes, Y/N needing a bit of help from him initially, and as they were walking down the paddock Mick took her hand in his. Just seconds later she spotted a few photographers turning their way, but somehow she didn’t care about them. She never really cared about being photographed until it was done by official photographers and not just jealous fans or paparazzi on the streets. She wanted her private life out of the media, keeping all her social media pages private and only posting for her friends and family. Y/N did rarely appear on Mick’s posts or stories, but he was observant of her choices and made sure she was always okay with whatever he wanted to put out. This one time she was even looking forward to the photos taken of them, but would never admit it to anyone. She may have even smiled at a few of them when they passed their booth before entering the Haas hospitality.

“ Well, they probably already like you. Not all partners are that happy about them taking photos. ” Mick let her get through the door first, stepping next to her again inside. It wasn’t a huge building, but looking around quickly Y/N knew she would probably manage to get lost alone. “ If you need food or anything it’s there, and if you need quiet you can always just go to my room upstairs. ” He pointed in different directions, showing everything to her as they went to the stairs and up to the second level of the building.

“ I’m probably gonna stay mostly just out of the way. ” Y/N let out a sigh, following him inside the little room and just putting down her backpack on the sofa. “ Am I even allowed into the garage? Or is it just this building and the stands for guests? ” She asked, watching as he was already packing out a few things from his own bag.

“ Of course you’re allowed. Even if you weren’t I would get them to somehow let you in. It’s your choice if you would like to watch it from the garage or a stand seat. ” Mick shrugged a little, looking up at her with a smile on his face. For him it was still hard to believe that she actually came to the race and didn’t run away yet. “ I’m sure you won’t distract anyone. They’re gonna sit you down somewhere and just continue with their jobs. ” He added when Y/N still didn’t look convinced one bit, even though she knew Mick would never lie to her about anything.

“ I’ll probably just go there with you, watch the race itself from the stands, and then go back to the garage after the race. ” She decided a few minutes later when they were already leaving the building as he had to get some interviews out of the way before getting ready for the main event. She already knew his PR people as they did sometimes meet up with him on non race days too. “ Even at home I can’t stay put while you’re racing. I would just drive them round the bend, but you're the only one who should be driving today. ” Y/N let out a laugh at her own joke, seeing as Mick just shook his head.

When they got to the media pen she let go of his hand, letting him do his job and watching him talk to the reporters from the sidelines. She was too far away to hear any of it, but seeing the constant smile on his face showed Y/N that he was enjoying the questions. They could be a bit prying into his private life occasionally, but mostly they just stayed with the sport and only asked about his performance and opinion on the races. She really didn’t know how someone could enjoy people always questioning them, but she knew it was a part of Mick’s career and even if he didn’t want to do it sometimes, he had to. For her it was enough to just watch them and probably would have never chosen to do an interview if it wasn’t a must. She knew the drivers had media training, Mick probably a lot more thanks to his family, but she still couldn’t imagine how it felt doing this almost every week.

“ Less exciting bit of the day done. ” Mick came up behind her, his arms circling her waist as she turned around to take a few pictures of the sunny paddocks. It wasn’t the usual weather for the German GP, and it looked quite mesmerizing with the sun shining onto the circuit for once. “ Hopefully the weather can stay the same for the race. ” He added with a sigh but a grin got on his face when the camera was turned and Y/N took a selfie of them, almost immediately sending it to their two-family group chat.

“ I wouldn’t mind a bit of sunbathing either. ” She nodded, sliding her phone back into her pockets and turned towards Mick to hug him back. They had a bit of time before he had to get back to the team building and get on with the schedule. “ I’ll probably just catch up with your family while you have meetings, and then meet the team during lunch. If you have enough time of course. ” Y/N added, still looking up at him, remembering that his family is attending the race too. They couldn’t come to all of them, but as they were here already, it wasn’t difficult for them to stay a few days longer and watch the race.

“ We will probably. The race starts later anyway. ” Mick nodded, only letting go of her when they had to get going. Even then he held her hand, pulling Y/N closer when it got crowded around them, so he wouldn’t lose her among all the people. “ I’m gonna go and find you afterwards. Have fun. ” They shared a quick kiss as they arrived at the building and went their different ways. Mick inside for his meetings while Y/N tried to not get lost as she got to the part of the paddocks where Mick’s family sat down for a coffee.

Luckily a few minutes later she was already sitting next to Gina with a coffee in front of her, meaning she didn’t take a wrong turn anywhere. Thanks to Y/N studying away from Germany and Mick travelling around the world they don’t always get to talk in person. It was mostly just phone calls or FaceTime calls when she was with Mick. She sometimes talked to Gina as they weren’t too far apart in age and had a few interests in common, but not as much with Corinna, even though she felt like a second mother to her. She never thought her boyfriend’s family would become such a big part of her life. Actually, until Mick they never really mattered to her, but Corinna and Gina had such a positive attitude towards their relationship and her from the first second she was introduced to them, that they felt like a second family. If Mick’s friends were just a bit like his family she had nothing to fear.

“ Oh Corinna, didn’t know you guys are gonna be here. ” Looking to their right they saw Seb coming up to them, and greeting everyone with a quick hug before he turned to Y/N. “ And even bigger surprise. It’s great to see you here finally. ” He said with a grin, stepping back after their embrace so they all could see Lance coming up to them. Probably because of Seb and not them.

“ I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Y/N. ” She didn’t know where the courage came from to be so straight forward but hoped it won’t disappear in the next few minutes. She knew Seb pretty well already, as he was around Mick even on off days, and him being there helped her with opening up to Lance a bit.

“ I’m Lance and no, not yet. Although I’ve heard about you. ” Lance let out a little laugh while Y/N’s eyes went a bit wider than usual. “ Only good things. ” He added with a comforting smile, not wanting to scare her that she’s always a topic between them. She did remember a few occasions when Mick mentioned that he talks with Lance too, and not just Seb, but she never asked about the subject.

As they didn’t have to go anywhere, everyone decided that they would wait until Mick got to them. Since they arrived in the country they didn’t have more than a minute to sit still and talk with him, so they weren’t about to give up such a possibility. Y/N knew that Mick wouldn’t mind either, as he was always happy to catch up with friends, and after just a few minutes she didn’t mind either. Lance turned out to be a sweet person, just as Seb always was towards her and she actually was glad they met, and got to talk a little bit.

“ Are you usually travelling with him? ” Lance asked a bit later when they mentioned the next race and if she feels like attending again with all these new experiences.

“ Mostly just during the summer when uni is off my schedule. I usually just explored the cities while he raced. ” Y/N nodded a little, drinking the last bits of her coffee. “ Looks like I will watch the races instead of acting like a tourist. The timing is lucky, as I was about to run out of places to look at. ” She added with a smile, letting the waitress take away her empty cup.

“ Not many of us can get their partners to travel with them. He’s lucky with you in several ways. ” Lance let out a sigh, making Y/N blush and she was about to speak up when she felt two palms rest onto her shoulder.

“ I for sure am, even if I didn’t hear why. ” The owner of the hands spoke up, and a smile got on Y/N’s voice as she immediately recognized Mick’s voice, looking up at him for a second. “ Looks like you’re gonna meet everyone important on the first day. ” He glanced down at her before pulling a chair next to them so he could sit down too after greeting everyone.

“ I never feared your friends. The team is another different question. ” Y/N shook her head a little, looking at him for a bit too long before getting back to the conversation that got disrupted. They stayed right until lunchtime hit and they had to leave for their separate team building while Corinna and Gina went for a walk before the race.

The team members were intimidating at first as there were many of them and they were all curious about her, asking questions so they could get to know her. Luckily minutes after they sat down with their plates of food, everyone calmed down a little and they could finally find the common voice. In the end the meal was an experience that she could put onto the positive part of the list of the day. In the end she even found a few people to talk to while Mick was getting ready. She did go up to his drivers room a few minutes before they would leave, to have a few words with him before the race. He was already in his racing suit, although it was just halfway done, with the top half hanging down from his waist, and for a second Y/N forgot why she was there actually. Somehow the thin white material looked just as good on him as being shirtless did.

“ You’re off to the stands? ” Mick’s voice got her back from thoughts-land and she nodded as soon as her brain finally understood the question. “ We can meet here after the race if you want. They will let you guys in without any trouble. ” He offered, Y/N again just nodding as she didn’t trust her voice until he stepped back a little.

“ Yeah, that sounds good. ” She finally spoke up when Mick stepped back for one more thing and she felt like she could breathe again. “ Be careful. ” Y/N added, returning the quick kiss he initiated and it was a fight with herself to step back and leave the room. It was her first time she was here to witness moments like these, and Y/N couldn’t understand why she made the wait so long for herself.

From the moment she left the building everything happened as they discussed. She watched Mick race everyone and give his all from the stands, sitting next to Gina. They celebrated together with the crowd when the cars crossed the finish line for the last time and while he got the car back to the garage and parked it, they walked back down there. All three of them let the team congratulate him for a fantastic drive, before they stepped up to him one by one, Y/N closing the line. She didn’t really care as this way she could stay next to Mick from the moment he hugged her and didn’t have to step away until he went to change into normal clothing. In the end, even though they planned a private dinner, Y/N felt so secure with his team that they joined them in the hotel restaurant and celebrated the race together with everyone else working next to Mick and his teammate. However Y/N imagined this day would turn out, it exceeded all her expectations.

[winterscaptain]

on paper.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: this is one that i’ve been so excited to share with you, and it goes quite nicely with the other piece i’m planning on posting later in the week! there’s a graphic in this one, with alternative text under the tag list for those who may need/want it. this one takes place in au!2017.

words: 2.2k warnings: none!

summary: “there is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.” - washington irving

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The day before your birthday is more than a little strange. There’s something in the air, almost buzzing, as you go about your day. Aaron and Jack are fidgety, and you only hope they aren’t planning something ridiculous like a surprise party. 

Nevertheless, normal life must continue, fidgety boys or not. 

At the moment, you’re picking up a couple of things on the way home from soccer practice with Aaron, Jack, and Isaac in tow. For the time being, you’re alone as Aaron takes Isaac and distracts Jack with the threat of junk food. It’s really the only way you can get everything you need. 

There’s a toddler sitting in a cart, waiting for her father as he studies the wall of cheese. She drops her toy and you scoop it up, bopping her on the nose with it before putting it back in her lap. 

“There you go, sweetheart. Don’t want to lose that.” 

She laughs, and her father turns around, getting his bearings before dropping his shoulders in relief. “Thanks. That could have easily been a crisis.” 

You wave him off. “No problem. I get it, trust me.” 

“D’you have kids?” 

With a laugh, you nod. “I do. Two boys. My little one is about her age and my oldest is almost a teenager - it’s a little scary sometimes.” 

What you don’t see is Aaron, who heard everything, approaching you from behind. You never differentiate the boys - in fact, Aaron’s not sure if he’s ever heard you refer to Jack as anything other than your son.

Never stepson, never your boyfriend’s or fiance’s or husband’s son. 

Your son. 

His eavesdropping soothes something in him, confirming what he already knows, but it doesn’t erase all of the anxiety. Or is it anticipation? He’s not sure. 

Only tomorrow will tell. 

+++

When you wake up, you’re confused. 

Sunlight streams in through the window and Aaron’s side of the bed is neatly made and cold. As you open your bleary eyes further, you hear a pair of feet patter down the hallway and return with two larger ones. 

Jack and Aaron cross the threshold of the bedroom with a breakfast fit for a king. All your favorites, carefully arranged on a tray. You pull yourself up as Aaron kicks the little feet out at the bottom and sets it over your legs. 

“Breakfast for the birthday girl,” he says, almost in a sing-song. It’s a brush out of character, but you know he lets his inherent need for whimsey get the better of him when the situation calls for it. 

Jack follows his father, carrying Isaac just like you taught him.

You pick the mug up off the tray and hold it between your hands, letting it warm you. “Boys, this is so thoughtful. Thank you.” 

Jack crosses to your side and kisses you on the cheek. “We have presents for you, too.” 

“Really?” You ask, raising your eyebrows. 

Jack nods, and you notice when Aaron elbows him lightly in the ribs before he speaks. 

“You get to open one now, and another one at dinner,” Aaron explains.

“You two spoil me.” You smile and shake your head, taking a bite of one of the many offerings before you. Isaac struggles a bit, and Jack plops him on the bedspread so he can wiggle into your lap.

Aaron huffs, ruffling Jack’s hair. “You’re supposed to help Mom with Isaac so she can eat on her birthday.” 

Ignoring Aaron, you assure the boy with a wink. “I’m fine, Jack.” 

The sulky look disappears off his face and he hops up on the bed himself, sitting on the other side of your legs. “So do you want your first present now or after breakfast?”

Your eyes light up and you look over at Aaron. “Is it in here?”

Aaron nods and crosses to the same lockbox that held your engagement and wedding rings until he gave them to you. Popping it open, he pulls a little velvet case and returns to your side. 

You never thought to look in it after the wedding - he keeps all the ring boxes in there, but you never take your rings off and never feel the need to open it. poke around in Aaron’s things. 

When he sets the box in your palm, you open it. 

The contents take your breath away - it’s a mother’s ring, with your birthstone and Topaz for Aaron in the center, the design complimentary with your wedding rings. Beside those, an Aquamarine for Isaac, and an Opal for Jack. 

And room for more...

“Do you like it?” Jack peers over the tray to get a better look at it. 

You take it out of the box and slip it onto the ring finger of your right hand, admiring it in the late-morning light. “I love it.” 

Reaching for Jack, he leans over so you can kiss the top of his head. “Thank you, my darling. It’s beautiful.” 

Aaron takes your hand after you release Jack and kisses your knuckles, right over the ring. “We’ve been working on it for ages. It was supposed to be done in time for your birthday last year, but we didn’t quite make it.” 

You grin at him. “Better late than never, right?”

His mouth quirks. “My thinking exactly.” 

+++

All day, the boys make it their mission to keep you entertained. 

In the early afternoon, Aaron put Isaac down for a nap while you and Jack started your favorite movie. When Aaron came back, he’d handed you your favorite snacks and tucked you right under his arm. 

Needless to say, thirty-five started off on the right foot. 

Dinner is a somewhat subdued affair, with Aaron doing all the cooking and Jack cleaning up behind him like the world’s cutest scullery maid. Isaac happily sits in your lap most of the time, watching and listening, as he usually does. 

It’s the end of dinner that really gets exciting. Jack’s looked a little nervous the whole time, been a bit restless. Finally, you cave. 

“You okay, bud?” 

He nods and looks over at Aaron, who raises his eyebrows in a question you’re not privy to. 

Without a word, Jack gets up and scampers to his bedroom. 

“Your second present,” Aaron explains.

There’s an all-knowing air to your reply. “Ah.” 

The two of you share a little look and a laugh. How you managed to get here, with him, with your sons, with all of it, you have no idea.

Aaron stands and clears the table with alarming efficiency, dropping a kiss to the top of your head for good measure. 

When Jack returns, it’s with a wide, flattish box that he unsuccessfully attempts to hide behind his back. He stands at your side and sets it down next to your plate, hovering. 

You and Jack wait patiently for Aaron to return, and when he does - 

“So, Dad and I have been working on this present for a while,” Jack starts. 

You smile and poke him in the ribs. “That seems to be a theme, doesn’t it?” 

He laughs. “Yeah, I guess so.” He swallows and takes a deep breath, as if he rehearsed his next thought. He probably did. “We wanted to do something special for your birthday this year, so we actually wanted to wait to give you this one.” 

Aaron pulls his chair right next to yours. “This is a bit overdue, but we’ve never really done anything quite on time, have we?”

“No,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “No, we haven’t.” 

“So, with that in mind…” He places the box in front of you and taps it twice. “...we have this for you. It’s from both of us - Jack and me.” 

You squint at him for a minute, picking up on something that sounded like nerves in his voice. 

What on earth would he be nervous about getting me? 

Checking in with Jack, who’s focused solely on the box, you tear into the paper. It only startles you a little when Jack leans against you, looping an arm around the back of your shoulders. 

When did he get so big? 

You can hear tissue paper inside, and it’s exceedingly lightweight, but you resist the urge to shake it. The anticipation is killing you. 

Inside the box, a manila folder stares at you, legal-sized and taped closed. 

There’s a laugh in your voice as you attempt to cut the tension that arcs between the original Hotchners. 

“Aaron, if you got me the GW law review, I’m gonna be annoyed.”

“Just open it,” he says, quiet. There’s something else in his voice behind the anxiety - it almost sounds like pride. 

You follow instructions as best you can with both of your boys nearly in your lap. 

It takes you a minute to realize what the papers are, but when you do, you drop the packet like they’re on fire and cover your mouth with a gasp. You wrap your free arm around Jack’s waist and pull him impossibly closer to you. 

He’s shaking. 

His voice is almost a whisper. “I thought since everything else was kind of official that we should… do this too.” He looks over at Aaron, who nods. “It was my idea, and Dad helped me with the paperwork.” 

“I wrote the supplementaries myself,” Aaron says, a little smile on his face. “And there’s also something else in the folder, just for you. I haven’t read it.” 

With a breath, you collect yourself. Shaking the manila folder, you find another sealed envelope, marked ‘ONE’ in familiar handwriting. Inside, a letter. Jack rounds the table and stands beside Aaron while you unfold the paper, your fingers tracing over the creases. 

You read the letter in silence, hearing her voice as you do so. When you’re finished, your eyes are a little misty, and your lower lip shakes, you fold it and replace it, intending to bring it to bed with you tonight so Aaron can read it. 

“What is it?” Aaron asks. 

You furrow your brow. Don’t you know? 

“The lawyer said it was confidential - for your eyes only - by Haley’s request.” 

You nod. I’ll let you read it. Later. 

He nods, his eyes soft. 

For Jack’s benefit, you reply out loud, too, “Just some more paperwork.” 

Jack picks up the packet from under the tissue paper and puts it in front of you again. 

“So, all you have to do is sign it.” He hesitates before he speaks again. “...If you want to.” 

You look up at him and brush the endlessly wayward hair off his forehead. “Of course I want to, honey. There’s nothing on this green earth I’d love more than to be your mom on paper, too.”

His face breaks out into a grin, and he sprints off again. When he returns, it’s with the fancy pen from Aaron’s office - the one he really isn’t allowed to use.

You look at Aaron, who rolls his eyes and shakes his head before telling you, “I already put in our time off for the court date next week.” 

His hand covers yours. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was going to say something else. 

But, because you do know better, you know there’s nothing to say. 

+++

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Alt Text of the Letter: 

My darling _____, 

You are perhaps the only person in the world who can appreciate how absolutely morbid this is. I’m sitting in some random hotel room, in witness protection, writing a letter to the person who’s going to marry Aaron and adopt Jack in the event of my untimely demise - an alarmingly apparent possibility, as it happens. 

If you do end up reading this without me, I apologize for the dramatic irony and dark humor. Blame Aaron. I wasn’t funny before I met him. 

Just kidding. 

It feels silly. I wrote two versions of this letter in the vain and selfish hope that Aaron would move on if something happened to me. The first letter is for a stranger, someone who came into his life after I’ve gone, who has captured his fickle and guarded heart. This version of the letter serves two purposes: 

The first - I want to tell you that I love you, I trust you, and if something happens to me, I know you will raise Jack as your own son. It’s exactly what I want if it comes down to that. 

The other is to congratulate Aaron for pulling his head out of his ass and making the right choice. Tell him I’m proud of him. 

Here’s the really morbid part: I’m so sorry I can’t be there. I know there is only one real circumstance in which you ever read this letter. Even thinking about losing you is impossible, so if you've really lost me and gotten this far, you’re stronger than even I can imagine. 

You know you have my blessing. My son, our son, is in the best hands in the whole world. 

I love you. Always. Haley 

[wicked-hg]

Love, The Weasleys || g.w.

Day 12 of @jamilelucato and @whack-ed Very Harry Potter Christmas.

George Weasley x muggleborn!reader

Prompt: Writing Christmas cards

Summary: George never knew about Christmas cards until you.

A/N: This ended up being more about Christmas cards in general than writing them. Hope you all enjoy! I’m thinking about maybe writing more.

WC: 2.3k

Y/H/C- your hair color ; Y/L/N- your last name ; Y/H- your house (except Gryffindor. Sorry. I didn’t realize my mistake when writing this. You’ll understand at the end. Forgive me.)

First year George wasn’t expecting anything from you during Christmas break. You were a muggle-born he had met one day running away from Filch after getting separated from Fred. You two became friends as you became a silent partner and helped with their escape plans. George didn’t realize you had an owl. 

George opened the envelope and stared at the strange letter that had a picture on the front with reindeer pulling a fat man in red robes in a red cart. The front read “May all your wishes be granted”. George curiously opened the strange letter. A still photo of your family stared up at him. He moved it to the side. Printed inside was “Happy Christmas with lots of joy!” Signed underneath was The Y/L/N Family. On the opposite side was a note from you. 

George,

I hope you have a Happy Christmas with your family! I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything in time. I promise to have something for you on the train. Miss you lots dear friend!

Sincerely,

Y/N

“Mum, Dad,” George asked. “Do you know what this strange letter is? My muggle-born friend sent it to me.”

“That’s a Christmas card,” Charlie piped up. “We learned about muggle Christmas traditions before break. Muggles send cards out to family and friends during the holidays. Sometimes they send pictures and longer notes to catch up with people. It’s just a way to celebrate the holidays. Professor Quirrell didn’t really understand them.”

George nodded and stared at the card. He looked over at the picture of your family. You were in the middle with a giant grin and a red sweater. Peeping up from the bottom of the photo, he swore it was the beginning of a gold G. “I like these strange letters. Christmas cards you say, Charlie?”

———————

George stared out of the window in hope. Fred watched his twin while he sat on his bed and worked on pranks for their shop. “She doesn’t even know we’re here, Georgie. How can you expect Y/N to send you a Christmas card when she doesn’t know where you’re staying?”

“She will!” George argued. “She always does.”

“You didn’t tell her, did you George? It doesn’t matter that she is finally your girlfriend after you both finally got it through your thick heads.”

George shook his head. “I didn’t tell her. She knows we are not at the Burrow. She thinks we’re staying with Aunt Muriel. I told her to send the letter to the Burrow. Errol is there waiting for the trade off. Told her it was too far for Sova to fly the whole way.”

Fred shook his head. “You’re letting Errol deliver your happiness? Oh Georgie. You’re doomed.”

George stuck his tongue out at his twin before turning back to the window. Soon, he thought, Errol should be here soon. As if by magic, the shadow of Errol appeared in the distance. George scrambled to grab the owl treats he had waiting on the window sill. 

“Cmon, you stupid old owl. Come get the treat and give me that letter,” George almost shouted. Fred shushed him. The last thing either of them needed was for someone to wake up and discover what they are both up to. “Incoming, Freddie! He’s coming in hot!”

Fred quickly stumbled out of bed and grabbed a pillow as George made the window wider and grabbed another pillow to go under Fred’s. Errol blasted through the window and hit the pillow at Fred’s chest before falling onto the pillow George held underneath. George laid the treats next to the owl and snatched the letter. This year glittery snowflakes adorned the front with “May your life be full of flurries of happiness”. The inside read similar like every year with something about having a happy Christmas, the family signature, and the family picture. Just like always too, there was a note from Y/N. 

Darling George,

Give my love to your family. I do hope your father is okay and recovering well. I also hope that the hag of an aunt you call Muriel is treating you all well too. It was a bummer to end term without you, but alas I know I’ll be doing it once more. One of us has to have a diploma, even if I will end up working with you. Don’t throw a fit, my darling George. I know I can do more with my life, but this is what I want. I already made that clear to my parents. They’ve accepted my choice. Back to end of term. It was okay. It would have been better if Umbitch wasn’t there. She did leave me alone though...unwillingly. Somehow she kept getting fed your nosebleed nougats and lost quite a bit of blood. Hmmmm. Who knows how that happened. I certainly don’t, and neither do Peeves or that elf Dobby your brother knows. Mum and Dad and those idiot brothers of mine say hello. They’re all glad I finally officially have you as mine. Apparently they’ve always known too. Perhaps I should tell them the truth about our Yule Ball last Christmas and we went as much much more than best friends. I’ll give you your present on the train back. Take care, darling. Do enjoy your break. Miss you tons, but I love you more. 

Love always,

Y/N

George grinned at the card. “She’s brilliant, Freddie. Absolutely brilliant.”

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George was nervous as he handed Fred the card. It was still early in the morning. The Hogwarts express had gotten back the day before, which meant the holiday rush will be hitting soon. Y/N was managing the store with Verity while George and Fred were going over some inventory in the back. Fred stared at the envelope before gingerly opening it. He smiled at the card with a fireplace wishing him a warm and festive holiday. “Well finally, Georgie boy,” Fred grinned. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to tell the Y/L/N to include me in their list of Christmas card receivers.”

George didn’t say a word and just motioned for his brother to open it. Fred opened the card. Staring back at him was a muggle photo of Y/N and George. Both were grinning in the midst of pine trees. George’s arms were wrapped around Y/N and she was leaning into his chest. Fred moved the picture to be greeted with the typical Y/L/N family picture, but he very quickly noticed his twin was a part of the family photo. Moving the photos he saw the card was signed by The Weasleys, but it was in Y/N’s handwriting. On the left side of the card, Fred was greeted with the familiar sight of George’s writing. 

Forge,

Y/N told me I didn’t have to write you a note updating you on my life because we live and work together and see each other every day. But where is the fun in that? I want you to have a true Christmas card experience! We’ve been through so much this year, Freddie. I’m just glad I got to experience it with you along the way. As you can see, I’m a part of the Y/L/N Christmas cards now. Y/N is my everything. I have to thank you. Thank you for giving me the pushes to make her mine. It’s no lie written in the card, Forge. She’s gonna be a Weasley. Will you be my side as I celebrate my new life? There’s no one else I’d want. Let’s celebrate Christmas with a bang. 

Gred

Fred immediately looked up. “You serious, Gred?”

“Absolutely, Forge. There’s no one else for me, and with the war and her being a muggle-born. It’s just going to be a quick muggle ceremony. Once the war is over, we’ll do the real thing.”

“Why muggle?”

“She’s read about wizard tradition. She wants to experience that and have her family see it too. Besides, if we did a quick magic ceremony, her family wouldn’t be allowed to come. With a muggle ceremony too, if anything happens she can easily blend right in and be taken care of.”

“You sure about this, George? I’m not talking you out of it. I know she’s perfect for you, but I want you to be happy.”

George smiled and hugged his brother. “I am, Fred. I have everything I want right now. Her. You. The store. I just want to make her as permanent in my life as you are.”

Fred chuckled. “Well I am amazing. It’s only a given. But George, have you told mum and dad yet?”

“They’re getting a Christmas card from Y/N and I. All the family is. They also got one specifically from her family.”

“I meant do mum and dad know you and Y/N are getting married?” George stayed quiet. “Oh Gred. What have you gotten yourself into?

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George found you at the kitchen table writing a list. “Making a list and checking it twice, darling?” George joked. 

You smiled and kissed him. It was good to hear those little quips from him. When the war hit hard and Fred was killed, you worried he wouldn’t laugh again or joke. You feared the store would stay closed and layers of dust would settle over the products. It took George a few months, but they got the store up and going again. You knew he wouldn’t be the same without Fred, but it was good to see him somewhat the same again. “It’s what he’d want, Y/N,” he told you when working on cleaning up the store. “He wouldn’t want me to give up everything we’d ever hope for.”

“Very funny, George darling. I’m making a list of who we need to send Christmas cards too. My mum called and said the prints were in. Which reminds me, you need to make a list of which friends and extended relatives you want cards to go to and get their addresses.”

“We’re still doing this?”

You gave him a funny look. “Of course, darling. Why else would we have taken pictures with my family and gone to Selfridges to buy cards and some decorations?”

“Well I knew your family would still send cards out and that’s why they needed us there,” he answered. “They haven’t gone through a war.”

“But isn’t that why we should do this?” You asked. “So many people have gone through pain and sorrow this year. Let’s give them something to smile about, George darling.”

George gave another weak smile. “Fred loved the cards,” he whispered. “He always got excited when I got them and started bugging me 3rd year that he wanted to be in on it. He was so excited when I gave him his first card. I don’t know what I’ll do this year.”

You brought George closer to you. “You can still write him a Christmas card, George. The box is down stairs that you guys started your business out of. You can keep all the Christmas cards you write to him in there. It might sound weird, but I think it’ll be good for you. Include the pictures too. What do you think, darling?”

George kissed your cheek. “You’re an angel. You know that? You don’t think it’s weird?”

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I thought it was. I think it’ll be good for you, George. It’ll be therapeutic in a way.” You pushed a card and envelope towards George. “This can be his. Why don’t you go grab your coat. We can go pick up the photos and then grab some lunch at the fish and chip shop down the road.”

“Maybe on the way back we can stop at that bakery by Flourish and Blotts,” he suggested. “I saw you looking at those cauldron cakes and strawberry trifles the other day.”

You grinned and kissed him. “Of course, Georgie darling.”

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“Y/N!” George shouted. “Where is the box? I have Fred’s card done.”

“Check the office, darling!” You answered. “I put it there so we didn’t lose it. I’m off to the station now. I’ll be back in a half hour.”

George entered his office and found the orange box he stored Fred’s Christmas cards in. A mouse wearing Christmas tree sunglasses and a Santa hat. He stuck the picture inside the card before putting it in the box. No longer was the photo of Y/N’s family included when sending out cards. Instead the photo was of George and Y/N wearing their Weasley sweaters. In front of them were two smaller red heads and a light haired Y/H/C also wearing their Weasley sweaters. 

George smiled as he put the box back on the book shelf. “Until next Christmas, Forge.”

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Dear Forge,

It’s been a crazy year. The last of this Weasley clan has joined Hogwarts. It’ll be interesting to see if the twins follow in our footsteps. Anya is in Gryffindor and Fred is in Y/H. Part of me is glad Fred isn’t in Gryffindor. It would’ve been cool, but this way I hope he will be able to forge his own path. Forge. Hah! Get it? Clara is studying for her OWLS this year. I found some of our old charms, defense, herbology, transfiguration, and potions notes. I let her into our little secret that we are quite smart but just never turned our assignments in. She was thankful. She’s definitely my daughter. She acts like me so much, but she’s definitely loud like you with that Gryffindor bravery. I miss you, brother. Y/N was right though; this has definitely helped me. Hopefully you get these wherever you are. Happy Christmas, Freddie!

Love, Gred and his Weasleys