#posting this and going straight to bed because i get nervous hehe

[augustghosts]

How do I summarise this one? I don’t even have a title for this one lol. Um, I was rewatching midnight mass and I almost wrote a priest tommy au…. Perhaps I already did write it, but perhaps that's for another day. I’ll just test the waters with this one for now. This actually gets kinda fluffly lol. Hope you like <3

@chaithetics thank you for the kind words u left on my post earlier, grateful for u! mwah 🫶

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+, f!reader, reader is an adult of course, established relationship. talk of god and church and stuff. Slight corruption kink is you squint. Oral f and m receiving, unprotected PinV. Lots of pet names. Not proofread as always.

“Is this not a sin?” Tommy jokes as he parts from her, his lips plump and kiss swollen. She looks the same as she looks down at him, her warm palms on either side of his face - her thighs straddling his lap as his couch creaks beneath them.

“What do you know about sin, Tommy?” She asks, her voice low and sultry. He laughs and tries to kiss her again, but she grabs his hair and pulls his head back.

“Tell me.” She whispers.

“Fuck, darlin’ I don’t know. I’ve not been to church in years.” He sighs, her fingers in his hair makes his hands tighten on her hips, pulling her tightly against him. Making her hips rock slightly against his, he’s already hard as fuck, his erection straining painfully in his jeans. He can feel how wet she is through the fabric, they’d been teasing each other on this couch for a good half hour.

“I know. I’m there every Sunday, sometimes more.” She leans closer, her lips right beside his ear. “Thanks to you, I know all about sin.”

“Are you saying I corrupted you, baby?” He groans as her lips press to his neck, her hand is still in nis hair - his neck delightfully exposed to her.

“Maybe.” She smiles against his skin. “As long as you confess your sins, you will be forgiven.”

“Do you?” He asks, his voice is strained. Her mouth is now sucking on his sensitive skin clouding his mind. “Do you walk into your fathers church, get on your knees and pray? Do you tell god what we do and beg for his forgiveness?”

Tommy doesn’t really know what the fuck he’s talking about. He can feel his resolve slipping and he is desperately trying to keep his cool. The effect she has on him is like no other. It's Sunday today, it’s mid afternoon and the warm sun is streaming through the windows of Tommy’s living room. She’s dressed in her tight little church outfit, that tight little skirt that's now been pushed up to her hips. Her white blouse, the top few buttons have been ripped open exposing her bra, her cleavage is right in his face but her grip on him is still holding him back from it.

“Not exactly,” She giggles, “I can tell you haven’t been to church.”

“Baby, the only reason I would step foot in there would be to stare at you in these little outfits.” He says, his eyes travel to her chest and she lets go of his hair. His lips immediately latch on to her neck, returning the favour.

“Don’t leave any marks, Tommy.” She moans as his hands pull her hips forward again, her clothed pussy dragging against his denim covered cock. He was getting real sick of these layers between them.

“I know,” He says. “I know the drill, honey.”

As if she had read his mind, she quickly undoes the remaining buttons on her blouse and throws it somewhere beside them.

“I think I would feel guilty if I went to church.” He says as her hands begin to push his own shirt up, encouraging him to take it off, he does before continuing. “I would feel guilty about you, about how much I’ve taught you. About how much I want you. About how much I shouldn't want you.”

His beautiful brown eyes search her face, taking in every little feature that he loves. He knows this is a risk, he knows it’s potentially a lost cause. He knows you can’t be seen with him and sometimes it breaks his fucking heart. “But I do want you, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Her mind has always had trouble comprehending that he wanted her. Her face flushes at his words. Tommy was the first man to ever make her feel like this. Tommy was all she had ever wanted. She knows their future, she just tries not to think about it.

“Me too. I need you, Tommy. I’ve always needed you.” Her hands trail from his neck to his shoulders, slowly moving them to rest on his chest. Now his shirt is gone she can feel his heart beating under her palm, its beating fast and the thought that she does this to him is incomprehensible. She leans in to kiss him again, his large hands are still exploring her waist and back, his fingers now playing with her bra - slightly struggling to undo the clasp.

“Come here, I wanna make you feel good, baby.” She shivers from his words and a soft moan leaves her lips when they meet his again. He cups her jaw in his large hand bringing her mouth down against his. For her, nothing is better than this. Whenever she’s with him - everything feels right. His fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave bruises and she loves it. No one has ever touched her the way Tommy does. Their kiss quickly becomes a mess of tongues and teeth and Tommy sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. She whines and rolls her hips down against his.

“My room?” Tommy asks, “I wanna fuck you in my bed this time.”

He’s sick of the couch. When she giggles and nods he stands up with her still in his arms. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, her arms clutching his neck. Once in his room, he lays her down on the bed. She sits up on her elbows as she watches him click the door shut.

“Can i suck you off again? Please?” She asks as sweetly as she can. She swears she sees his eyes dilate.

“Fuck, baby.” He mumbles as his hands fly to his belt. “You know I can never say no to you.”

As if he would ever turn down a blowjob. She crawls to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of where he’s standing, she helps him to pop the button open on his pants and shove them down his legs along with his boxers. Tommy’s cock is ridiculously impressive. She moans in anticipation of him stretching her open again, but for now all she wants is to taste him. She’d never given a blowjob before meeting Tommy, and she remembers the look in his eyes when she had asked him to teach her. She’d sucked him off a few times now, and she loved the praise he always gave her. She spits into her hand, wrapping her hand around him and sliding her hand over his length a few times. When she looks up at him his eyes are closed and he’s biting his bottom lip, it's a beautiful sight. A bead of precum forms on his slit and she licks it off.

“Shit, that's it sweetheart.” Tommy swears quietly. After a few more kitten licks to his tip, she knows he likes to be teased a little. She takes his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip. She bobs her head a few times, taking him further and further each time. It’s his turn now to work his fingers into her hair, using his grip to help guide her head.

Tommy’s moans are so hot that she’s pretty sure she could cum from just listening to him, and from the taste of him. She squeezes her thighs together - some relief as she keeps up a steady pace. She decides to do something she had never done before and tries to take him to the back of her throat. She works slowly and Tommy’s mouth falls open. A heavenly moan leaving his mouth as she gags around him. Tears prick at her eyes as she pulls off of him to catch her breath, smirking up at him before taking him into her mouth again.

“Oh my god, baby.” He moans. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

He pulls her head back using his makeshift ponytail that he's wrapped around his fist. Her eyes are wide and innocent as she looks up at him and he almost busts on the spot.

“As much as i would love to come down your throat, baby. I wanna fuck you. Get back there.” He says pointing to the pillows at the top of the bed. She smiles up at him and shuffles back to lay on the pillows. He climbs up to join her, connecting their lips again as he hovers above her. His strong arms holding himself up on either side of her head. He undoes the button on her jeans, and she lifts up her hips to help him slide them off. He tosses them to the floor and begins to press kisses to her leg, starting at her ankle. She’s trembling under his touch as he continues up her leg until he’s kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. When he gives a bite to the meat of her leg she squeals his name. All she wants is to kiss him again, she tries to pull his head up to hers but he resists, his nose nudges the edge of her panties and he looks up at her with his gorgeous eyes. A classic Tommy smirk gracing his lips.

“Can I taste you, baby girl?” He asks and she nods enthusiastically. Her voice feels like it's gone so all she can do is squirm and buck her hips. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of her panties and they’re soon joining the pile of clothes on his floor.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He mumbles, while he spreads her legs a little wider to give him a better view. She helplessly whimpers as he stares at her sex, feeling vulnerable in the best way under his gaze. He slides a finger through her folds and she’s already so fucking wet that she can hear it as he collects her arousal with his hand. “Fuck, always so wet. All for me, baby?”

“You know it’s for you.” She sighs, “Always for you.”

His finger finds her clit and her hands fly to his shoulders, her hips chasing his hand and arching off of the bed.

“Fuck baby, don’t hold back, okay? I wanna hear you.” He groans. His head dips down and he runs his tongue flat along her pussy. He does it again, his nose catching her clit on the way up, making her fingers squeeze his shoulders. His tongue goes from flicking over her bundle of nerves to teasing her hole and she moans his name, earning a groan from him which vibrates against her pussy. He slips a thick finger inside of her, gauging her reaction before adding another.

“God I can’t wait to fuck you baby.” He whispers as his fingers slip inside of her easily, her warm walls gripping his digits. It doesn’t take him long to bring her to the edge, her fingers are now sliding over his scalp.

“Please, Tommy. I want you inside of me.”

“I wanna feel you come around my fingers first, baby.” He says, “I know you're close. Come for me honey, and I’ll fuck you so good. I promise.”

“Shit. I’m coming! Oh my god!” She moans loudly. Tommy can feel her walls spasming against his fingers, he quickly replaces them with his tongue so he can lick her through her orgasm. She continues moaning his name like a prayer as she comes down from her high.

“God?” He laughs as he crawls back up to her face, his mouth covered in her slick.

“What?” She asks, a little delirious.

“You said ‘oh my god’,” He reminds her and tuts playfully. “What would daddy think?”

“I don’t care.” She sighs, the only thing on her mind is how close his cock is to slipping inside of her.

“Woah!” He laughs at her words, “That’s naughty, baby.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls him down to kiss her, tasting herself on his lips. She whines against his lips, shit - she enjoyed that. And he senses it.

“What? You like that?” He asks, his hand coming up to her chest to grasp her breast. His thumb slides over her nipple as he speaks. “You like it? You want me to call you a naughty girl?”

She brings her hands up to cover her face, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Tommy decides to leave it, for now. But he will definitely be revisiting that later. He presses a kiss to her cheek instead, smiling against her warm skin.

“It’s alright, baby. I’ve got ya’.” He whispers in her ear as he rocks his hips up against hers, his painfully hard cock rubbing up against her soaked folds.

“I need you, Tommy.” She moans, “I wanna feel you.”

He groans at her words, he’s not sure when she got so good at talking like that. But it starts a fire inside of him and he feels his cock twitch. He reaches down and grabs his length, coating himself in her slickness as he rubs in between her folds. She lets out small breathy whines as the head of Tommy’s cock presses against her entrance. He swallows the sounds with his mouth kissing her and bracing himself on one forearm as he pushes into her heat. Her hands grasp his biceps, her nails digging into his soft skin.

“Shit, honey.” He mumbles against her mouth, letting her delicious, warm pussy pull him in. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Tommy presses his forehead against hers as he stills, giving her a moment to adjust. Tommy always gave her everything, he was always so sweet.

“Shit, Tommy.” Her moan has him twitching inside of her, he’s finding it hard to keep his cool with the grip of her warm cunt and he softly grinds into her.

“Oh, please. Please fuck me, Tommy.” She whines, looking up at him with such an innocent expression that he suddenly feels like he isn't going to last very long. He begins to move, hard but gentle thrusts, hitting the perfect spot that he knows so well and she moans into his shoulder. Feeling every drag of his cock against her walls. She’d never been with anyone like this before, but this was Tommy and everything you’ve ever wanted. She was prepared to do anything for him.

He drops his head down into her neck and groans, his noises make her clench around him. She wraps her legs around his waist, clinging to him - trying to get as close to him as she can. She wants every inch of her skin pressed up against his. She wants to be like this forever, if possible.

“You always feel so perfect, baby.” He moans. “So heavenly.”

She giggles at his choice of words. When his cock hits just the right spot, she gasps his name and her arms tighten around his neck. Tommy is watching her, as always - he keeps hitting the same spot when he sees her reaction.

“Yeah?” He coos, wanting to hear her voice.

“Feels so good, Tommy.” She whines, “Always so good.”

“My sweet, perfect girl.” He sighs, leaning down to press a kiss to her jaw. “You want me to fill you up, baby?”

“Please! Fuck, I’m close.” She whispers. Tommy’s fingers dip down to play with her swollen clit.

“Come for me, baby. Let me have it.” Tommy says as he starts to rub her clit faster. Her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clenching around him sends him over the edge with her. Her cunt milking him as he groans her name. When both of their highs come to an end, he drops down next to her. Burying his face in her hair and nuzzling his nose against her ear as they both catch their breath.

“Tommy?” She whispers.

“Yeah?” His eyes are closed as he answers her.

“You are not a sin, by the way.”

He perks up, leaning on one elbow to look at her. A sad smile on his face.

“Never.” She adds, reciprocating his smile.

“Thank you, baby.” He says, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek. He doesn’t really know what else to say. But he knows that she means it.

“We’ll be okay.” He whispers, cuddling back up to her again. She answers him with a small hum. Her mind reeling with everything she wants to tell him - maybe next time.

[everafterkeiji]

ah! ok, um, is it ok if i request a hc with any of the hq and bnha boys ur comfortable writing for (u can do however many u feel like :)) with an s/o who’s scared of the dark? maybe add a little something about one of them getting glow in the dark stars for y/n’s room and saying that the stars are there in the dark to protect them? idk if that’s cheesy or not lol but yeah, i’m afraid i’m a bit of a scaredy-cat myself so i rush into my room as fast as i can when turning off the lights hehe. anyways, take ur time and take care of yourself ily <33

A/N: and I'm back- im v sorry for taking so long but I'll be posting the haikyuu one in another part but thank you so much for requesting kate love u v much mwah ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ

BNHA Boys Reacting to Y/N being afraid of the dark!

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 will not hesitate to visit your room often as he could and provides light in the best of ways.

When he first found out, he deeply understood and offered to walk you on your way home when it was getting a little too late from training then he soon found himself nervously knocking your door in the middle of the night to see how you're doing.

"Hey- it's very late but are you o-okay?" He asks, a hand to the back of his neck with worried eyes as you stare at him with a smile- a little embarrassed that you were face to face with him in your sleep wear.

"Honestly, I couldn't sleep properly." You answered while he frowns, upset that you were probably up all night. With an idea lighting up in his mind, he speaks.

"I'll be back okay? Leave the door open for me. I'm just going to get something." He says with a smile while you nodded while he dashes off looking excited. You proceeded to your bed waiting for him, enjoying the light that the open door gave you. A few minutes pass and a panting Deku with multiple objects in hand. You chuckled at the sight while you let him in as he closes the door before letting a flashlight lit the room.

"What's all this?" You asked, pointing to the materials laid out on your bed while a blush creeps up on the boys cheek.

"I thought that I could make more of those light up stars to help you sleep better." Izuku says while your heart flutters at his comment.

"Let's do it then."

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 will be your night light and he'll also be the type to wait until you were asleep so he can make sure you're safe with him.

"What is it- oi stop moving around." Bakugo says while you shuffle in your sheets as your boyfriend questions your nervousness. Was it because it was your first night together? Fair enough, he hasn't known about that fear of yours but he's beginning to put the pieces all at once when he feels your grip on him tighten.

"Sheesh, it's just darkness." He says scoffing before you roll your eyes, pushing him off jokingly while you let your eyes close trying to ease the anxiety.

Seeing that you turned away from him, he sighs before pulling you to him, nudging you with his elbow.

"Look at this." He says while he sits up and you following his actions. The palm of his emits light, surprising you with the sound of a tiny explosion. He continues to hold it out in front of you, seeing the darkness of your room fade being replaced in orange tinted shadows.

"Bakugo- you don't have to do this. I'll be fine." You assured him so he doesn't overuse his quirk before classes. Although it was a small spark, you knew better than to keep him from resting.

"Stop lying. Just.. sleep. I'll be here anyways." The last bit of his sentence trailed off as if he was nervous to show his concern but sighing in defeat, you laid down slinging an arm over his waist, cuddling up on his side enjoying his warmth. You smile at him before speaking.

"Thank you, Katsuki." You bid him before closing your eyes while he sighs as well, wrapping his free arm around your shoulder watching you fall quietly.

He stares at the dirty light up stars on your room while he takes a mental note to remove them since he was always up to help you.

Once he feels how deep in slumber you were, the explosions from his hands die down while he lies with you slowly, careful to not wake you.

He looks at your sleeping state before sighing remembering that you feared this dark room. He then plants a swift kiss on your hair, looking at you once again.

"I'll be right here every day."

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈����𝐀 would simply let you fall asleep to his nightly stories to make sure your mind doesn't fall on the hands of fear.

"Then Bakugo taught me how to dodge the attack without using my quirk then use my agility instead!" Kirishima rants following some hand movements as you chuckle with you on his chest as he carries on. He feels how your grip has loosened compared to how it was when he first got in bed with you.

With his endless stories, he too notices how your eyes grew heavy.

"Too tired from today?" He asks softly, his hands lost in your hair making it harder to stay awake.

"Not really. I just stayed up too long cause I- got scared." He looks at you with concern, while he intertwines your hands with his.

"Scared of what babe?"

"Is it silly if I say the dark?" He blinks for a second but then he shakes his head before pulling you closer to him before landing a loving kiss to your temple.

"It's never silly, bub. Your savior is here!" He says proudly, a cheeky grin making you laugh as you hold onto him more, closing your eyes as he smiles at the sight of you. From this day onwards, it seems like he's got a new mission but this mission was way easier and more important than the rest because he'd save you thousands of times before seeing you scared to wits.

"You sure are a hero, Eiji."

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 would mindlessly offer his embrace.

After seeing how quick you were to run to your room on heavy hours of training when the sun got down, he wondered too much about you. It was either you had your own plans or maybe a certain villain was out to capture you. Both options still got him curious.

So the next day of training and learning about which weaknesses of yours could be encountered in a fight, he hears an answer from you that might have gained his interest on you more.

"I prefer to avoid fights when it's dark." You said to Momo, Shoto looks at you with raised eyebrows but he understood either way. If he had his own fears that got in his way, he's sure that yours can get in your way too. Knowing you two share the same liking to each other, he decided to step up and find a solution to lessen your fear.

So when he was right at your door, knocking lightly, he thinks if his phone provided him with the correct answers.

"Todoroki? Hi, what are you doing here?" You asked him, pulling him softly inside your room while he looks around seeing stars decorating the place. He mentally checks off one of the options seeing that you already bought some of them to ease the fear a bit.

"I overheard you with Yaoyorozu and I'm here to help with this. "

"With—"

You were cut off by the tall boy engulfing you in a sweet embrace with his chin on the crown of your head as his hands were placed on your waist as he disregards his racing heartbeat seeing that he put zero hesitation in doing the top option in his research.

"It's okay to be scared of the dark." he assures you, but your focus wasn't on his words— it was on the fact that held you this close and that he knew about your fear. You were thankful that he didn't think it was childish or pathetic but you were too busy thinking about how his first way of showing his concern was like this.

With that, you hugged him back and with his closed eyes, you two had smiles tugged on your lips.

"Thank you, Shoto."

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 lets your laugh echo through the room making you forget about all your worries.

Denki has always been charismatic when it comes to you. No matter how many jokes he threw, funny or not, you'd always smile or give him a reaction that he loves to receive but all jokes were sent aside when you mentioned your fear of darkness.

You brought up the topic when Sero had sparked up the conversation of what you hated the most and when you said yours, Kaminari was all ears and his mind began running on how to make things a little better for you. It must've been hard, he thinks. Darkness was everywhere so he had to help.

After some exhaustion from training and frustration from battling with Bakugo, he can tell how you were on edge as you went straight to your room after dinner. He knew sleeping peacefully wasn't going to be easy to accomplish today so he let his feet guide him to your room right when he finished his meal.

"Denki here!" He says while knocking. You open the door and he sees how you've wrapped yourself in a blanket, but your eyes bared no sign that you slept.

"Hey Kami, what're you doing here?" You asked him while he enters your room, pouting at how your lamp had flickering lights meaning it's energy was about to fail you. So, he walks right over to the lamp and places his hand on top of it and uses his quirk to make sure the light doesn't flicker anymore. Seeing that it was working properly again, he realizes he didn't want to leave yet.

"Oh thanks, Denki." You said smiling at him while he sits on your bed with an idea coming to his mind.

"I've got a story to tell!"

And a few minutes later, you've got yourself beside him with his arm draped on your shoulder while your laugh became too loud mixed with his making your sleepiness fade.

"Okay okay but you've got to sleep, Y/N. Don't overwork yourself tomorrow or else." He says with a chuckle while you laid down as he gets off your bed.

"Or else what Denki?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." he says, while you bid him goodnight. He comes closer to you just when you close your eyes as he gives a peck to your cheek while blushing furiously when your eyes opened at his actions. He immediately walks away muttering a quick good night as you chuckled when he sprints to the door making you turn off your lamp with a smile.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Oh hi there it's me again ヾ(＾-＾)ノ I just finished all of my essays and projects I mean almost all of them . So can you do hcs of first date with Sakusa, Atsumu, Suna, Kenma and Oikawa? Like how far they'll go far for affection, pda, etc? How they'll make the date fun and enjoyable? Smthn like that.

I finally got to your request @k-sakusa-old !! (So very proud of you for completing those essays hehe, eventho it's a bit late; congratulations!!)

I really hope you enjoy this, it took me quite a while because I wanted it to be perfect. Love you!! 💖💖💖

First dates with the boys!

Characters: Oikawa, Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa, Kenma.

Warnings: none

Oikawa

(Oikawa bby!! It's so funny, he's one of my favourite characters, and yet this is the first headcanon I'm writing about him. I hope to do it well)

Oikawa would be very thorough. He prides himself on being a romantic who's able to sweep anyone off of their feet, so when he realizes he has a crush on you, he wastes no time!

Corny pickup lines, and exceptional romantic gestures, and he's always trying to touch you! (Not in an uncomfortable way, more like, holding your hand, and small hugs.)

One day, he just confesses his feelings and asks you out on a date, with the sweetest smile on his face. He's just looking at you with this expression of pure love on his face, you can't help but say yes immediately.

He tells you he'll pick you up in the evening, with a wink. Though he seems very suave and cool, internally his heart is just beating so fast and he can't wait to spend time alone with you.

The time comes and you hear your doorbell ring. Your parents answer, and Oikawa is just casually chatting them up and talking to them.

Your parents seem to really like his carefree and charming attitude, and passion towards volleyball. Not gonna lie, they're proud of your choice.

You come down, after a while, and Oikawa breaks out in a huge smile whilst ruffling your hair. “You look gorgeous, y/n-chan. I'm going to take care of you so no one dares look at you.”

Your parents laugh whilst you're just a blushing mess!

Eventually, the two of you leave and get into Oikawa's car. His arm is slung around your seat, and he's singing along to songs on the radio, persuading you to join him.

You finally reach, and Oikawa, ever the gentleman, helps you get out of the car, and holds your hand leading you to an ice skating rink.

He rents two pairs of skates, and gets down on his knees to help you lace them up. (He's such a sweetheart, honestly)

When the both of you are laced up, you carefully make your way on the ice together, hand in hand. Oikawa is pretty good with controlling his skates, but it's your first time so you're pretty nervous.

He gently leads you across the ice, and makes sure to never let you go. Sometimes, his hands are on your waist to ensure you don't fall, and slowly as the evening progresses, your hands, because you're more confident.

Will definitely twirl you on skates and spin you around when he feels like you've got the hang of it. Thinks you look beautiful with your cheeks flushed and huge smile.

He can't resist pecking you on the cheek, to feel your cold skin immediately heat up beneath his lips.

Takes you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant after ice skating, and definitely stares at you like you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, the warm candlelight illuminating your face.

You're to flustered to eat, with him staring at you like that, but he laughs and feeds you, much to your embarassment.

Makes sure to bring you home before your curfew, and kisses you in the car in front of your house. A soft song is playing in the background, and his lips are gently pressing on yours.

He walks you to your doorstep, and thanks you for having such a fun night out with him, and pecks your forehead once more before leaving.

Atsumu

Two favourite characters, one after the other? Alright luv, I'm on a roll 👉👈

I think Atsumu genuinely has a soft spot for you. Everyone may think of him as a jerk or an asshole, but when he sees you, he hates that image of himself, and desperately wants you to see him in a different way.

He's so gentle, and you can tell that he tries his best to use sweeter words, and be more affectionate. He's trying to let you know he cares, and really really likes you...

And honestly? You like him too. You love how he seems to try so hard for you, and you ask him out on a date (quite bold, go you!!)

He freaks out on the spot when you do, and asks you to leave it up to him, since he was just about to ask you out too. “Can we do it this Saturday, y/n? I'll take care of everything!”

He has the softest blush on his face, and you two bid farewell to go to your classes on the opposite directions. Osamu jabs his twin in the ribs and teases him for not being the first to ask you out.

“But at least she liked me enough, so shut up 'Samu” he's just so smug!

It's Saturday, and you're up bright and early. Selecting a cute sundress, you tie your hair up and wait by the park, where Atsumu is supposed to meet you.

He walks up to you, and takes in a sharp breath when he sees what you're wearing. He thinks you look beautiful, but he really just doesn't know how to say it. “Yer pretty” he mumbles.

But he knows the word "pretty" doesn't even come close to what you are. Is ethereal the word?

He has a bag with him, and he begins taking out bento boxes and other assorted snacks. “I uh— I had 'Samu cook this for us, but I helped too, so let's eat?”

The park was quiet and clean, since it was early in the morning and no one else was there. Atsumu leaned against a tree, (and took a huge breath for guts) before pulling you close to him.

He melted after seeing you look at him and smile as you popped a piece of takoyaki in your mouth.

The date progressed with Atsumu feeding you at random intervals, and laughing at how you seemed to have the cutest reactions to each of the dishes.

I feel like Atsumu would also be the type to let you have the last dumpling, or sushi, because that's how much he really adores you! :(Sorry this is so soft hhh)

You feel really happy after the meal, and snuggle closer to Atsumu, his arm wrapped around you and thank him for it. His heart is just beating so fast, and he slowly strokes your hair.

You suddenly get an idea, and get up, pulling him up with you. He stares at you whilst you open Spotify and play a song.

“Let's dance, 'Tsumu” you say softly, as you wrap your arms around his neck and place his arms around your waist. He's not used to being this close to you, but he really likes it.

As the music softly plays from your phone's small speaker, you sway aimlessly, staring into Atsumu's eyes as deeply as he is into yours.

You reach up, feeling bold, and kiss his lips gently, a small smile playing across your face, and you instantly feel his body heat up beneath your touch.

“I think you're perfect for me, Atsumu.” he has never felt more in love, than he is with you right now.

Suna

You and Suna would be the type of really tight best friends who everyone thinks are dating, but really aren't.

And it's driving people crazy! Like, he naps on your lap all the time, you wait for him to finish practice, and he's always recording you. You guys are obviously in love, but somehow you don't ever admit it?

Your friends and his are so tempted to just force you to get into a relationship already, but they're too scared of the blackmail Suna has on them xD

You want to ask him out too, but you're just really shy, and scared of putting your friendship on the line. He's the exact same.

So it goes on, torturously. Being so close, yet so far.

Until one day, you and Suna are hanging out in your room. You're studying, whilst he's watching volleyball videos. You keep sneaking glances at his beautiful side profile next to you.

The volleyball videos are a façade to him too. He really wanted to confess to you today, and thought today's study session would be a good opportunity.

Pulling your chair to face him, he takes your hands and brings it close to him. “Y/n... I'm not really good with things like this, and I know we're best friends, but I really like you.”

“I'm really sorry, I don't know if this will affect our friendship, but you're just too damn perfect to ignore.”

“Every single second I spend with you is excruciating because I want you to be mine so—”

He's interrupted with your soft lips pressing on his, as you lean forward in your seat, hands cupping his face. He's stunned, and his eyes widen, but he's just so happy, he kisses you back.

He laughs and looks at you, you're shy, after the outburst, and look up at him, eyes sparkling and cheeks so red. He gently holds you in his arms, and places you on the bed, getting on next to you.

Normally, if a guy did this, you'd be wary, and absolutely freaked out, but this wasn't a stranger. This was Suna. Your Suna.

He turns to face you and holds you in his arms as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

Softly stroking your hair, and tracing patterns on your back, he asks “So is this how our first date is going to go?”

You laugh and nod, “our first date is mutual napping. As expected of my boyfriend.”

Suna's words are caught in his throat when he hears you say that. Boyfriend? It sounds so good coming out from your mouth like that. Overjoyed, he pulls you closer.

The afternoon goes by lazily, as Suna falls asleep shortly after you do. You have naps together often, but none like this. None as intimate as him holding you, and peppering small kisses on you whenever he felt like it.

None as nice as being able to whisper “I love you, Rin.” everytime you jolted up, and feeling his presence, his warmth, and undeniable love for you.

You definitely take a picture of him, and post it on your social media, much to your friends' delight. Atsumu comments “Finally. I would've thrown Rintarō in the trashcan next time I have to hear how amazing you are. Now he can tell it to you straight 🤚”

A smile plays on your lips as you gently kiss your boyfriend's sleeping figure, loving him all the more.

Sakusa

Sakusa wants to do things properly with you. Like, he's very old school romantic, and he wants to take his time to sweep you off of your feet.

So you're in art history class, and as he sits next to you, he sees you focusing on a certain page of the textbook, mesmerized.

His cheeks grow warm beneath the mask, because you look so cute and focused, eyes shining as you try to memorize all the information on the page.

Being observant, he quickly concludes that an art gallery would be the best place for a first date. After all, Sakusa wants things to be perfect. He wants you to enjoy this date more than anything, and that starts with finding out your interests.

He slowly pushes down his mask, leans over to your side of the table and asks you if you'll let him take you out on a date this Sunday. You're so flustered, because you never thought Sakusa saw you in that way.

He looked serious, with no hint of it being a joke, so you nodded and told him you'd meet him Friday late afternoon.

Your mind was whirling, it seemed too good to be true. You've always had a crush on Sakusa, and ever since he was assigned to sit next to you at the start of the year, you've always hoped it would be a good chance to get closer to him.

You never knew he thought of you in the same way, and suddenly, the smallest things he did for you, like helping you with your questions, or sharing his sanitizer with you made so much more sense.

Friday, after school, your room was messy and strewn with clothing. After settling on a comfy outfit, you walked to the gallery, to find Sakusa, clad in jeans and a turtlenecks waiting for you.

He didn't have his mask on, and your heart somehow flipped, seeing him in all his beauty, without something covering his face.

The place was less crowded than usual, because it was still a weekday. Feeling bold, you decided to gently pull his hand and hold it. He intertwined his fingers with yours as you pulled him to check out an exhibit.

A few exhibits later, Sakusa was more in love with you than ever. The way your eyes shone with delight whenever you stared at something you particularly liked, or how you squeezed his hand tighter after feeling excited, causing his heart to squeeze a little bit too.

Deep down inside, he admired your beautiful figure staring up at a beautiful piece of art. The entire room was filled with canvases of different sizes, each more gorgeous than the next, but Sakusa's eyes were only on you.

To him, you were more stunning than any of the pieces in the room.

The two of you settle in front of a painting of two lovers, kissing each other passionately. You sigh softly when you see the painting.

Sakusa smirks and pulls you to him, his hands on your waist the exact same way as the lovers in the painting. His lips reach down to yours, capturing them in a passionate kiss. You're a bit startled, but you kiss him back, placing your hands on his chest.

It wasn't a long kiss, but you felt out of breath when he finally pulled away. “I thought you wanted to recreate that painting” whispered Sakusa in your ear, sensually.

You were a huge blushing mess, as you leaned up and kissed his lips one more time. “Oh hush, you.”

Once you were satisfied with how much time you've spent looking at the art, Sakusa smiles at you, asking you if you've enjoyed spending the day with him.

“I did... And honestly, I don't want it to end” you say shyly. His eyes widen, and a small smile settles on his face as he holds your waist, pulling you closer to him.

A few minutes later, you're in Sakusa's room. You know it's special because he didn't seem like the type of person to invite people to his house, much less his room. He held two paper bags of baked pastries and passed you one.

“How did you know these were my favourite?” you asked, as you took a bite of the flaky pastry as it melted on your tongue. “I just do, after all, I want to treat you perfectly because you are perfect.”

Your heart skipped a few beats as you shifted closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. You snuggled closer to his chest and felt his heart beneath you. “You're perfect too, Omi-kun.”

He gently holds you close as the taste of butter, pastry, and your Chapstick lingers in his mouth.

Kenma

You're Kuroo's best friend, and you inevitably also get extremely close to Kenma. (No offense but they are a package deal :( I couldn't bear writing him without Kuroo)

You've recently noticed that Kenma has been becoming more distant and shy than usual. It breaks your heart, because you really like him, and you're worried you've done something wrong.

You finally ask Kuroo why Kenma has been acting that way recently. “Don't sweat it kitten. I think he likes you, but he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings.”

You're a bit shocked, but nonetheless very happy. At first, you thought the warm feeling in you whenever Kenma smiled, or did something cute was platonic, but as you spent more time with him, you realized it was anything but that.

One day after school, Kuroo texted you, asking you to come over to Kenma's house. “We'll game together.” was his exact words.

But when you arrived, Kuroo was no where to be seen, and a blushing Kenma perched on his gaming chair looked very flustered.

“I'll go, I'm sorry. Maybe Kuroo was just pulling a prank on me.” you said nervously, not wanting to make the boy uncomfortable. But Kenma grabbed your wrist before you were able to leave.

“Maybe you could stay? I like having you around.” he said softly, his eyes not fully meeting yours. You smiled and nodded, getting into the gaming chair next to his.

“Would you like to play with me, then?” you asked, as you set the game up, the loading screen displayed on the computer.

The afternoon progressed with you and Kenma exhibiting perfect teamwork, as you levelled up together. He kept sneaking glances at you during the game, and loved seeing your small face enveloped by the huge headphones.

He thought you looked absolutely adorable. And hated how he could never tell it to your face. He really wanted to tell you how pretty you looked, or how much he liked you, but he was just too scared to.

Feeling his gaze on you, you gently took off your headphones before staring at him. “what's wrong, Kenma?” your eyes shone with concern as you studied his face intently.

What happened next was a blur to Kenma, but next he knew, he was kissing you, his hands on your shoulders and yours tangled in his hair.

He wasn't good with words but he wanted to show you how he felt. Show you how you made him feel, like the butterflies in his stomach couldn't calm down. He poured everything into that one kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his cat-like eyes took in your appearance, flustered smile, red cheeks, beautiful eyes. He was scared you might reject him, but the look on your face didn't show any of that.

You looked at him the exact same way he looked at you, with suppressed emotions and rushing love. Could it be that you liked him too?

“Uh, y/n... Do you maybe like me too?” you laughed softly as you tucked his hair behind his ears, pulling his headphones off his head. “for someone so incredibly smart, you are pretty daft.”

He sighed happily, and pulled your hands closer to him, placing them on his cheeks. “This is too much for my heart, I think we should continue gaming now.”

You laughed. This quirky boy never changed. Spinning the gaming chair, you turned to face the screen.

He brought snacks, at some point too, and insisted on feeding you. To tease him, you kissed his fingers whenever he did, causing the poor boy to blush.

Somewhere, in his house amidst his science study books, Kuroo laughed. “They're probably making out now.” (ah Kuroo is the cutest wingman!! And no I don't accept criticism >:)

[jisungsmochi]

not my boyfriend - na jaemin

sort of based off the ariana grande song ‘boyfriend, but also sorta based off this post soo yah. 

summary: it was just harmless fun, until feelings got involved and emotions were in whirl wind. but he wasn’t your boyfriend, despite how badly you wanted him to be. you wanted to cherish moments in life, but na jaemin challenged the nature of these moments. 

lots of mentions of making out (i’m an innocent baby so no suggestive stuff hehe) some angst, ALOT OF FLUFF WOOO

words: 6.5k (oh she long long i’m so sorry its probably poorly written and there’s probably some mistakes woops) 

p.s: please feel free to send in requests because i honestly can’t think of many ideas hehe. now enjoy this imagine!! 

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it was one stupid mistake. a mistake that led to one of the most confusing situations of your life. a harmless game of seven minutes in heaven, at lee jeno’s 18th birthday party, involved you, and acquaintance, na jaemin, making out for four of those minutes.

once the bottle head landed towards you, your eyes widened in shock. not because you didn’t want to play the game, but because of who had spun the bottle. jaemin smirked, his eyes landing on you.

“shall we?, i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to” he shrugged, playing it off.

“of course she has to! it’s no fun if she backs out of it!” haechan grumbled, everyone ignoring his comment due to his drunk demeanour.

you rolled your eyes at the drunk boy, slightly shoving him so that he fell to his side. you stood up, jaemin following your actions as you both moved to the closet under jeno’s staircase.

once you both had situated yourselves in the closet, you decided to start small talk.

“pretty romantic huh?” you joked, watching as he fiddled with the sleeves of his denim jacket.

“uh yeah i guess” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, not breaking eye contact.

“so are we actually going to do this?” you didn’t mean to come off as nervous, but how could you not?

na jaemin was arguably one of the most popular boys in the grade, and you were locked in this closet, with six minutes left on the clock.

you two used to be friends, of some sort during primary school, but drifted due to difference in cliques. you both silently had each other’s backs, always waving or just smiling at eachother in the hallways. but this was all new to you. so what if you kissed him? would things even change?

“we don’t have much time, i’m just going to kiss you, and you can choose to continue, alright?” jaemin stepped closer to you, supporting your sides as your back leaned against the wall. you didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but your heart beat wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. you nodded slowly, his hands reached to cup the side of your face. his lips lingering slightly, before flashing you another smirk and pressing your lips together. your hands instinctively reached for his shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze, before he pulled away abruptly.

you needed a moment to process what just had happened mere seconds ago. you wanted to kiss him again, the remaining 5 minutes wasn’t enough. you pulled his shoulders closer, his lips landing on your again, as you continued what he had started. it was messy, but it felt good, you couldn’t deny it. his hands roamed your sides as you played with his hair. you didn’t want it to stop.

a knock on the door interrupted you two,

“1 minute to go!”

you both pulled away, trying to regain some sense of what had just occurred.

“i uh, that was, really good” you muttered, wiping at the sides of your mouth.

“yeah it was, i would like to do it again sometime” he spoke barely above a whisper.

“wait what? do you like me or something?” god you felt so stupid, after his reply.

“uh no, but i like the way you kiss me. it’s kinda hot. if you ever want to do it again, just hit me up. kinda like friends with benefits, but not with the actual sexual acts” he came closer to you, his hand stroking your hair softly.

his proposition went against all of your morals as a person. why would you make out with someone you aren’t dating? it was so bizarre. you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“so what you’re saying is that, we can make out and stuff but we aren’t going to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” you needed to clarify, incase this was some weird prank.

“yeah pretty much, i think you’re cute and all but i’m just not into that whole dating thing.” he shrugged before continuing “how about this, meet me at the back gates after school on tuesday, if you have thought it over and agree”

you bit your lip consciously. he was giving you a choice.

“and times up!!” jeno opened the door, eyes landing on the awkward position of you leaning against the wall with jaemin folding his arms and smirking.

“think about it, i kinda hope you say yes” jaemin turned to you before shooting you a smile and walking to join the rest of the group. he left you struck with confusion.

what has he done?

later that night when you were in bed, your mind drifted to that moment. the more you thought about it, you realised that jaemin hasn’t actually been in a serious relationship. he did have one last year but, it was clearly one sided, leaving the poor girl in shattered pieces. jaemin wasn’t completely heartless, from what you were aware of, he was just unable to commit to anything really. he wasn’t a bad person, at least, you truly hoped he wasn’t. if you were to agree to his bizarre proposition, how would that reflect you as a person? you continued to think to yourself, what if people found out? would that affect both of your reputations? and the final question that kept occurring, would you end up falling for him?

you still weren’t sure if this was a risk you were willing to take. so on the next monday, the day before you were to tell him if you had agreed, you tried to approach him, to test the extent of your classmate relationship. he was standing alone, leaning against a wall outside of a classroom. you debated whether or not to approach him, or just walk past smoothly and see if he approached you instead. you decided to go with the first option as the second seemed to be a bit of a stretch.

“hey! jaemin” you smiled at him widely, watching as he looked up from his phone and slid it into his jacket pocket.

“oh hey y/n, how are you?” he politely spoke, crossing his arms while shooting you a small grin.

“i’m good, uh are you waiting for someone?” you leaned over his shoulder to see inside the classroom.

“ah yeah, jeno is asking some questions and is taking longer than expected. at this rate he may as well just stay there for the whole lunch break” jaemin rolled his eyes.

you nodded, unsure of how to continue. you really didn’t think this through that well.

“not to be rude, but why are you talking to me right now? i mean, we haven’t spoken to eachother at school since like, the eighth grade” he chuckled softly, causing you to become speechless. how were you meant to say that you wanted to bait him into talking to you before you confirmed your crazy decision to agree to being his secret kissing buddy?

“oh yeah i know, i just uh, since the party and everything i thought we should just start talking again. if that’s okay with you” you avoided giving him eye contact, opting to stare at his shoes, which were quite clean with barely any marks.

“that’s okay with me, considering we will be spending a lot of time alone, right?” his words caught you off guard. were you being too obvious? too desperate?

“uhh what do you mean by that?” you played along, feeling the heat in your cheeks rise.

“you know what i mean, the deal still stands. tomorrow. back gates. hope to see you” he winks before, as if on cue, jeno bursts out of the classroom.

“why do we need to use geometry? it’s pointless” he groans before noticing you.

“oh hi y/n! wanna join us for lunch?” he smiled at you softly.

“it’s okay, thank you for the offer, bye guys!” you quickly blurted before turning and walking away swiftly. damn na jaemin and his good charisma. it almost sealed the deal.

the end of school on tuesday, signalled a moment of uneasiness for you. after placing your books into your bag, you made your way through the halls. many students rushing to get home, but you, were debating on where to go. as you trailed to the back exit of the school, your heart was pounding. you didn’t want to regret anything in your life, but this was a massive gamble. it would have been safe to say that when you were kids, you did have a silly crush on jaemin. but that came naturally, almost every girl in your fifth grade class had a crush on him. he was grown now. taller, more reserved, more handsome. you did want to kiss him again. you really did. but was it worth all of this?

jaemin’s figure came in sight, he was tapping away on his phone, probably playing some mobile game. he didn’t notice you initially until you were centimetres away from him.

“you scared me” he jolted back a bit before letting out a soft chuckle. he locked his phone before making eye contact with you.

“i’m assuming you’ve thought it over” he got straight to the point. you clearly weren’t the only one thinking about it.

“yeah, i have. and, i do want to take you up on the offer” you began, feeling anxious on his response. “but not without some concerns!” you avoided looking at him, but still felt his eyes focused on you.

“we can only make out in private, given that you don’t want it to seem we’re in a relationship and all” you began, looking over at him to make sure he was listening. he nodded gently at your words, waiting for you to continue.

“and i guess, just, don’t hurt me. if you don’t want to continue with this, please tell me. i really don’t want to feel used, so also respect my decisions on how this goes as well! because you can’t be the only one who dictates everyt-“

your eyes widened, your posture stiffened as jaemin smashed his lips onto yours. he pulled away instantly, watching as you stared in shock.

“you talk way too much” he mumbled, face still close to yours.

“well, that’s a good way to keep me quiet” you almost whimpered, shocked at how he had so much power over you. yet, you enjoyed every second of it. you decided to kiss him back this time, repeating the exact actions as previously in the closet.

what have you gotten yourself into?

after that day, jaemin started hanging around you at school more. it wasn’t too often that people would suspect you two were a thing, but enough for them to acknowledge that you were friends. you both had haechan as a mutual friend. he was surprised to see both you and jaemin conversing next to your locker.

“yeah honestly i don’t like going to the soccer games but the boys make me go because jeno is playing” jaemin starts ranting to you, causing you to laugh in response.

suddenly haechan approaches, you noticed, rolling your eyes awaiting some sort of teasing from him.

“well what do we have here? jaemin and y/n actually becoming friends?” he lightly joked, shoving both of your shoulders.

“yeah very funny” you groaned before crossing your arms.

“didn’t you know? y/n were hella tight back in the day, right?” jaemin fed off of haechan’s comedic energy, making you softly smile.

“that’s right, i remember when you forgot your swimmers at home at my pool party in the 5th grade so you had to wear your undies” you let out a loud chuckle, causing haechan to also laugh, whilst pointing at jaemin.

to your surprise, jaemin also let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair “ah yes, one of my proudest moments, you forgot to mention that your best friend also confessed to me on that day” he retaliated back, damn he was good. haechan also laughed in response to his words,

 “you two are hilarious, i’m glad we can all hang out now! y/n, come to jeno  soccer game this friday! let jaemin pick you up since you guys are now besties” haechan insisted. you shot your eyes to jaemin.

“yeah sounds good” jaemin complied, resulting in haechan to nod in response before bidding a goodbye and running off to get food.

“i thought you said you didn’t like going to his games?” you turned to jaemin who was fiddling with his sleeves.

“uh yeah, well i mean, maybe it’s time to change. might also give us an excuse to make out”. this would be one of the first times you would make out, outside of school, it was an understatement to say you were looking forward to friday.

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“y/n! someone is here to see you!” your brother, chenle, yelled from the front door. he was slightly pissed off due to being interrupted from his video game. you rushed to the door, bidding a quick goodbye to your brother, telling him that you’ll bring him back a corn dog or something. jaemin smiled at you in awe, but quickly masked it with asking you,

“do you know much about soccer?”

you contemplated for a moment before answering, “i guess the basics, sometimes chenle watches it on tv but he usually watches basketball”

jaemin watches you with every word, not realising you both had reached his car. he shook himself out of his short daze and opened the door for you to enter the passenger side, he wasn’t sure why he did it. usually he would let people just open the door for themselves, but he just wanted to do this for you.

once he entered the car, he looked at you, giving you a small smile before leaning in. your heart was pounding, you knew what was coming. he placed his lips on yours like he had many time before, pulling away after a short five seconds. you smiled into the kiss, pulling him back which made him let out a small giggle that just made your heart flutter.

“hey we can’t get carried away, jeno will be grumpy if we show up late!” jaemin muttered, before starting the car. he always seemed to be the one changing the subject, but you didn’t mind, there would plenty of opportunities for you both to continue.

it was half time of the game, haechan and renjun went to the bathroom and grab some food, leaving you and jaemin alone. it was fairly cold that night, which you didn’t expect, as you wore a large grey hoodie and some shorts. jaemin had placed his jacket into your lap, making you blush.

“come with me” jaemin whispered in your ear, sending a small shiver down your spine. he grabbed your wrist gently, leading you towards the car park. you learn against the back of his car, as he began kissing your cheeks. you softly giggled, interrupting him,

“it’s getting cold, put this back on” you referred to his jacket in which he complied. after putting his jacket on, you grabbed the collar of the jacket and pulled him towards you.

“nice move” he mumbled, not wasting time as he leaned in. your hands were tangled in his hair, his hands placed at the top of your hips, slightly rubbing your sides. your back started to ache due to the pressure of being pressed against the car but you didn’t really care at this moment. your head moved to the right as did he, everything just fit in place. he pulled away momentarily, placing his forehead on yours,

“god you’re so pretty”

your mouth opened, a wave of surprise taking over you. he hadn’t really complimented you before, nonetheless look so deeply into your eyes whilst saying such sweet words.

before you could even have a chance to respond, he pulled you close to him, stroking your hair softly.

“let’s get back, the others might be suspicious” he whispered, letting your arms slowly intertwine, as you walked back to the bleachers. na jaemin was gorgeous. confusing. yet, he was the only person that could have ever made you enjoy this situation.

a few weeks had passed since the soccer game. you and jaemin weren’t talking as much as you had hoped, but there was plenty of kissing involved.

he had began to be more touchy with you, which you didn’t mind at all, but it always led you to believe there was something more, until you were hit with reality.

haechan’s birthday party was coming up soon, and you were pretty excited. you were hoping there would be another game of seven minutes in heaven, only with jaemin. he told you that he would pick you up once again, in which you honestly didn’t have any other choice. you were finishing up putting on your shoes, when jaemin rang your doorbell. you opened the door, rather too quickly, causing the corner to hit your toe. you groaned in pain, causing you to fall forward, resulting in jaemin holding you up.

“i’m so clumsy, sorry” your face flushed a bright red shade, jaemin smirking at your adorable reaction. you closed the door behind you before jaemin wrapped his arm around your shoulders. you couldn’t deny the ecstatic feeling you got when jaemin was affectionate with you in the slightest ways. from simple hand holding, when no one was looking, to small brushes of your elbows, any sort of contact made your heart swoon. 

you both arrived at the party, feeling many eyes on you two. jaemin still had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you into haechan’s house which was already a mess. he led you both to the kitchen, where jeno was furiously shoving people away from him in order to grab some water.

“oh there you guys are! i’ve lost haechan, he’s gone wild!” jeno panted, before sipping from the water bottle he tried so hard to obtain.

“ehh he’s probably having the time of his life” jaemin shrugged, moving his hand down to attach to your waist. this caught jeno’s attention, causing him to cough awkwardly.

“i’m gonna go find him, incase he’s throwing up somewhere, have fun you guys” he smiled brightly before rushing off. jaemin pulled you closer to him, his back leaning against the side of the counter with you standing in between his legs. he tangled your fingers together, holding onto them gently.

“why are you suddenly being so soft huh?” you decided to tease.

“i mean, i can stop if you want me to” he retaliated, letting go of your hands dramatically. you laughed at his childish ways, before grabbing his hands again. you placed a small kiss on his knuckles, which made his heart stop. he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you, but things don’t always go his way. he’d rather have you as just a temporary thing, than someone he had to commit to, putting him at risk of jeopardising the relationship. you stared up at him, watching as he rubbed you surface of your hands so softly. he brought one of his hands to cup your cheek, before leaning in and giving you a soft kiss. you were going to continue, when suddenly haechan came up to you guys, clearly drunk.

“come upstairs, we’re gonna play spin the bottle”

you looked over at jaemin who just raised an eyebrow before guiding you along with him to go upstairs.

to avoid any more suspicions from people at the party on the status of you and jaemin, you both decided to sit at opposite sides of the circle. jeno sat next to you and renjun was on your other side.

haechan span the bottle first, as expected of the birthday boy, landing on the class president, siyeon. it was an unspoken rumour that they had a thing, but never really acted on it, until now. siyeon made her way over to haechan before smashing her lips on his, catching him off guard. everyone just ended up clapping, as they both made their moves.

next it was jaemin’s turn to spin. you were internally praying it would land on you. the bottle span so slowly in your mind, frustrating you as you were curious of the outcome. it finally came to a halt, but to your loss, it landed on nayoung. she wasn’t just any girl. she was the girl who his friends always thought he would end up with. his ideal girl, subjectively. before you and jaemin started your thing, you always saw him and nayoung around school together. rumours always spurred that they were dating but nothing more came from it. so when you were seated there, as jaemin leaned to kiss her. you felt a small fraction of your heart crack. you watched as her arms wrapped around his neck, just like how yours did mere minutes ago. you watched as his continued kissing her as if he couldn’t stop. but then you realised. you two weren’t serious. this whole agreement wasn’t meant to make you feel hurt like this. you weren’t meant to get jealous. you weren’t meant to feel like you were literally going to have an emotional breakdown. but you just couldn’t detach your emotions from the physical affections of na jaemin. and that was your own fault.

jeno noticed how uncomfortable you had gotten, leading him to tap your shoulder. tears glossed over your eyes, you wiped them away quickly before looking at him.

“do you need some air?” he offered, anything would be better than being here right now. you nodded before getting up from the circle, taking one last look at jaemin who was glaring at jeno, who had put his arm around your shoulder.

jeno led you to the front of the house, and sat with you on haechan’s porch swing.

“you don’t have to answer me but are you okay?” he gave you a solemn look.

you hesitated answering, unsure of what his intentions were but you were so distraught, you needed to blow off some steam.

“i’m not sure to be honest. i want to be okay, but everything in there was too much” you tried to be as vague as possible.

“was it nayoung and jaemin?” you heart ached again. why couldn’t it just stop?

you didn’t want to respond, jeno noticed, deciding not to push any further.

“just so you know. jaemin isn’t as horrible as he seemed up there. yes, what he did, was really unfair to you. and yes, we’ve noticed that you two seem to have some kind of thing going on” jeno let it out to you.

“we don’t have a thing” you denied.

“don’t lie to yourself. there is something there. he would never have brought someone to his friend’s party, with his arm slinging around them.”

you didn’t know what to say back to him. jeno just kept looking at you, searching for some type of reaction.

“well it doesn’t look like there will be anything soon. i’m going to end it. it hurts too much” you merely whispered, tears falling at this point. jeno rubbed your shoulder gently, comforting you in the best way he could.

“you’re never going to tell him how you feel?” he pleaded.

“why would i? i don’t want to deal with rejection. can you just take me home?” you sighed in frustration. jeno decided not to talk about it further and drop you off at home, where you ran to your room and sobbed for the rest of the night.

screw na jaemin.

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unfortunately you had contracted the flu due to being out in the cold for that night without a jacket. you subjected to your mum’s warnings as she continually scolded you on always bringing a jacket. chenle chuckled at your scoldings, causing you to throw a pillow at him, eventually missing each time.

“hey you rat, throw the pillow at me again and i won’t buy you any bubble tea when i come back from school” chenle threatened. you rolled your eyes before groaning, “fine that’s fair, and i would like an earl grey milk tea with pearls thank you very much!” you shouted as he was already one foot out the door. you sighed before scrolling through endless posts on instagram. you stumbled on some photos from haechan’s party, many were just drunk teenagers posing in the most awkward positions you had ever seen.

suddenly, your phone started ringing, an unknown number appearing. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before answering.

“hello?” you asked hesitantly.

“hey, is this y/n?” you recognised that voice, it was renjun

“yeah it’s me, what’s up?” you continued, interested in what he had to say.

“there’s something you need to know. since you’re not at school today, you aren’t witnessing the wrath of jaemin. last night after you left, jaemin pretty much beat up jeno, thinking he was trying to hit on you or something. i’m not too sure of the facts. but anyway, jeno is busted up at the moment and jaemin is just treating us guys like trash, can you please tell your boyfriend to come to his senses?” renjun was clearly irritated with the whole situation, as were you. jaemin had never been the violent type in your eyes. sure he presented a ‘dark’ and ‘edgy’ image for himself. but you had never imagined something like this to come from him. also, renjun calling jaemin your boyfriend, had you even more stunned.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you groaned.

“yeah well tell him that, you need to talk to him. i just thought i should tell you so you don’t hear fabricated lies when you come back.” he let out a short sigh at the other end, clearly at a loss for words.

“thank you for telling me, i appreciate it a lot. i’ll talk to jaemin but i can’t guarantee anything” you were being honest. even though jaemin was soft and cuddly around you, didn’t mean he listened to every single one of your concerns. and last night really didn’t help your relationship at all. this was going to be a mission.

when you returned to school, two days after the phone call, jaemin almost immediately walked up to you and pulled you aside. you took a minute to process what had happened.

“uh hi?” it came out more like a question, as you didn’t expect him to even talk to you, especially at school.

“where have you been? you haven’t been at school” he asked you, with a stern tone.

“i had the flu” you shrugged, not sure where this was going.

“why didn’t you message me? i was waiting for you” he slightly pouted , causing you to pout back.

“i’m sorry, we just really need to talk face to face” you admitted. he nodded in return, walking you to his car. you both sat inside of it, memories of that night rushing back to you.

“okay first off, i’m just gonna come clean and tell you that i beat up jeno. i’m not proud of it. i’ve treated the guys like shit because i can’t get myself to apologise. god what’s wrong with me?” he let out, slamming his hands on the dashboard. you remained calm.

“at least you could admit you were at fault. just let the steam cool off before you go and apologise. they don’t deserve to be treated that way. what was it all about anyway?” you hoped he answered truthfully.

“it was about you. i kinda got mad that you and jeno went to talk. i just thought that, he was going to make a move on you or something. and i heard he took you home which just made me even more mad. i don’t know why. i don’t know what came over me” he admitted. he was so vulnerable, so innocent. you didn’t know what to make of it.

“but did you literally forget that you kissed nayoung right in front of me?” you retorted, slightly fed up with his blame on others.

he opened his mouth before closing it again, remaining silent.

“that’s what i thought. jeno was comforting me because i was upset about you kissing her. i know we both said that feelings wouldn’t get involved but quite frankly i can’t help it. every time you hold my hand or kiss me i feel like i’m over the moon. i get so happy when you message me at night to sneak out so we can make out in the back of your car. i get excited when you hold my waist while we walk in public. i like the way you kiss me like there’s no one else in the room. but that night, made me realise how delusional i was. i think we should just end this whole thing. it hasn’t been such a positive experience for the both of us. i’m sorry, jaemin, that i couldn’t detach my emotions from our physical connection. i hope you’re okay with that.” and before he could say anything back, you got out of his car and walked to your first class, tears threatening to spill, but you had to hold it in. why did it have to be like this?  

days and weeks went by with no contact from jaemin. you had checked up on jeno to see if he was doing okay, and he assured you that jaemin had apologised to him and his friends. which only left you. you felt selfish for expecting an apology from jaemin. what did he need to apologise for? you were the one who caught feelings, even when he stated he probably wouldn’t reciprocate them. god you felt so stupid.

you noticed that he didn’t attend many of his classes, specifically the ones you shared together. it made you worried, even though you hated to admit it. but you cared for him. and you weren’t stopping anytime soon.

it the the final soccer game of the season. jeno was pumped for it, and invited you to come and watch. you decided to go, just to spend some time with the rest of the boys. you lowkey wanted jaemin to come, but unfortunately he had told jeno he wasn’t going to attend. you felt slightly disheartened, expecting that maybe, just maybe he would come to see you. but that was you trying to believe in something that didn’t exist.

as you watched the game intensely, haechan and renjun were shouting beside you, cheering for jeno. you laughed at their silly chants and funny faces they were making at him. these were the moments you wanted to cherish. you received a notification at the moment, taking out your phone:

jaemin: meet me in the car park, i’m standing outside of my car. i need to tell you something

you stared at your screen intently, unsure of what to do next. they two boys noticed, worried due to your expression.

“what’s wrong?” renjun asks.

“jaemin wants to talk, he’s here right now” you told them, they looked at eachother then back at you.

“you should talk to him” haechan suggested, renjun nodding along 

“yeah what’s the worse that could happen” they both shrugged. 

you sort of agreed before getting up and saying goodbye to them. you made your way to the car park, heart pounding out of your chest. jaemin came into view, he leaned against his car. his hair was parted to the right, his skin was illuminating under the lamp post, his jacket draped over his shoulders effortlessly. gosh he was stunning. but he wasn’t yours.

“hey” you approached him quietly.

“oh hey” he almost seemed shocked to see you in front of him. it would have been almost three weeks since you had properly spoken.

“what did you want to talk about?” you stepped closer to him, wanting him to hold you in this cold weather, but you were sadly disappointed when he shot you a confused look.

“i think i just need to be honest with you” he sighed, accepting defeat in the battle of his emotions.

“i had a crush on you when we were in primary. you were the only girl that was ballsy enough to invite me to her birthday party, which just made me so happy that, wow, this little girl had some confidence!” he smiled so widely, it made your knees weak.

“i knew i wanted to be friends with you for the longest time. and we did, but then life just got in the way and we never really got to be close. i had always admired you from afar, that sounds so creepy but uh, i just would always pay attention to you in class. and whenever someone spoke badly about you, i was always on their case. i don’t know if it was out of annoyance or the fact that i may have still had a silly crush on you. but there was just something about you that i just wanted to get to know.” at this point he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“nayoung was just a distraction for me. i sound like such a dick for putting it that way but i just wanted to get her to help me stop thinking about you. i was so cold to you, prior to jeno’s party. when we got chosen to go in the closet i just went out on a whim and hoped that i would be able to kiss you at least once in my lifetime, even if it was in a stuffy closet” you both laughed, you stepped closer to jaemin, making him look you in the eyes.

“and when you agreed to kiss me whenever i wanted and let me hug you and hold your hand, god i thought my heart was going to explode. i tried so hard to put up this front that i didn’t want to commit because well, i was scared. i’m scared of fucking things up with you. i knew it would be my fault that we didn’t work. and look what happened. i fucked up by kissing nayoung, i wanted to prove to myself that i really had fallen for you. i didn’t feel a single spec of a spark with her. but every time i kissed you, it was like, a thousand bolts of electricity shot through me, okay that was hella corny” he chuckled, before resting his hands on top of yours.

“so what i wanted to tell you is that. i’m not scared anymore. the last time you spoke to me just really impacted me. i needed to reevaluate everything as soon as i could. i’m so sorry it took me this long to finally apologise to you. but i am so sorry for hurting you. that was the last thing i wanted to do. but i wouldn’t take back what i did, because it wouldn’t have led me to this moment. y/n, i have fallen for you. pretty damn hard. you’ve made me cry, made me jealous and made me even beat up my best friend. i’m so crazy for you and i just want you to still feel that for me. do you?” he stared into your eyes with such vulnerability and fragility. you rested your palm to his cheek, wiping away a single tear that shed from his eye. you nodded a bit too aggressively.

“who said i ever stopped?” you smirked before going on your tippy toes to pull him into a short but sweet kiss.

“i truly don’t deserve you. please forgive me” he whined into the kiss, making you smile even more.

“of course i forgive you. even though some of the things you did were completely idiotic and made me want to yank out your hair. i can’t deny that i have strong feelings for you. and i would really like to see how we can be without having to sneak around and only make out. i want to go on dates with you, na jaemin! i want to meet your family and go to cute cafes and eat so much food we both develop food babies! i want to go on an adventure with you, whatever the risks are. i’m willing to take it” you spoke with such emotion, you both ended up crying. jaemin pulled you in for another kiss, this one wasn’t filled with such tension as the first time, but this time it just felt right. he was finally yours.

[ 2 months later ]

you were all hanging out at jaemin’s house, watching a silly children’s movie and critiquing it to the core. you were snuggled up against jaemin’s side, with his arm over your shoulders. he would give you small pecks on your forehead throughout the film, making you blush each time. you would bury your head into his shoulder whenever you felt tired which just made his heart flutter ecstatically.

jaemin decided to throw some popcorn at renjun who had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position. you were all giggling at the situation, causing renjun to stir awake from his sleep.

“ugh, y/n can you please tell your boyfriend to stop annoying me?!” renjun irritatedly groaned.

“hes not my boyfriend!” you decided to joke.

“hey!!!” jaemin pouted from bestie you, crossing his arms.

“i’m kidding” you whispered to him before pulling him in for a kiss.

“gross, why did we encourage them to get together?” haechan rolled his eyes before throwing a pillow at you two.

“let them be!” jeno retorted before throwing a pillow at haechan. you all erupted into a fit of laughter before continuing with the agenda for the night.

after the boys had left jaemin’s house, you prepared to sleep over, as it was the first time, you were more than nervous. jaemin came up behind you and hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“whatcha thinking about?” he mumbled into your skin.

“you” you flirted, turning to face him. he smiled widely, pulling you closer to him so that your chests met. he leaned down, capturing your lips in his. he led you towards his bed, both of you collapsing onto the mattress. you both positioned yourselves to face eachother in bed. he pulled you into his chest, softly rubbing up and down your arm.

“jaems” you whispered.

“hm?” he looked down at you.

“i just wanted to tell you that i love you and you’re super cute” you blushed while looking to see his reaction.

“i-i love you too” he engulfed you in a hug before kissing you all over your face.

“and you are super duper cute!” he giggled, before resuming his attack of kisses on your face.

these were the moments you cherished the most.

[menshusband]

\\ this is a bit long. skip to the end if you do not want to read it all!

i love Cloudy because with him i would be free to keep a straight face, which others consider “unhappy”, and because i relate to him.

i love Joker because he thinks that what happened to him will happen to anyone who does not smile. not that he cares about others, but since i am in his life, he does anything possible to make me smile without a knife.

i love Bane because he knows what sufferance is, and has a kind heart, thus he would do anything to protect me.

i love Arthur because he is mature and serious, but has an awesome humour at the right moment, always. he would help me focus when there is need to, and laugh when i am down.

i love Benji because he is a technology genius. because he plays videogames and chews a gum during work, yet he is responsible. he is a bit nervous, but i do not blame him considering his job. he would try to keep me out of his work business, “it is too dangerous. i cannot tell you. and then itʼs top secret!11!!” ...but he would give up either to my puppy eyes or my stubbornness. he is definitely a bit underrated, too.

i love Chuck because he is fast. i am a pretty slow person, and i get called out quite a lot because of it. but he would tell me that it is alright, and he would take me on his back and show me what it is like to go that fast. if i liked it, he would help me become faster; if not, he would just let me have some rides every now and then. ... and then he is a dork.

i love Fred because he would make me laugh at any time of the day, in any way possible. he would have success 9/10 times. that one time i would not stop crying, he would just hold me and tell me comfort words, and tell George to shut up.

i love Hermes because he is really caring, friendly, chilled out, always has the right words, and he is fast. he would help me trip on my own tongue less, and would slow down his talking when he sees i am not getting much. he would give me a ride flying at an insane speed, just to be very unfunny because he knows i do not like heights. but he knew that i would like it and that would help me overcome my fear.

i love L because he is a very smart boy. he would help me stop lying completely, even for the small things. not that i usually lie - i actually hate lying - but i do not always tell the whole truth.

i love Lumière because he is romantic. i am not really much, so he would just be the nicest man on earth and offer me to dance, take me to beautiful places in Paris and to stargazing at night. and then he would also teach me french.

i love Marshall Mellow because, although he is shy, this never ever stops him from bringing to an end all of his orders, or anything he starts at all, whatever it takes. he would protect me in any way possible and take care of me.

i love Peter because he is fragile. because he needs to be taken care of, and i want to. i want to help him. because he has a trauma, and it will take him time to overcome it. and i want to be by his side all the way through it. i want to be his comfort anchor for when he wakes up from a nightmare, and he looks for something real to cling on in his bed. i want to help him understand it was not his fault, any of it, and that the spirits are finally gone. that he is safe, with me.

i love Sherlock because he is not an easy one. he has his very own way to think, to act, and i love it. i would do anything he would ask me to, and he would teach me all the things he knows - which are a lot. when he would catch a criminal and we would be home, he would feel guilty not to thank me for my help - even if small; and despite his bad skills in showing affection, he would call me and gimme a kiss on my forehead to thank me.

i love Stanley because he has been through a lot. kind of same story as Peter, but Stan is a bit stronger. i want to help him understand that he is safe now, that IT is gone, and will never come back. that none of that was his fault, and that his life still has got much for him.

i love Timon because he tries his best. he is a free spirit, yet he tries to adapt to his herd lifestyle. he tries to explain kindly why he thinks that he is not where he wants to be, and he always tries to fix his mistakes; yet everyone always sees him under a bad light. i relate to him in a way.

i love tin man because he is kind hearted and extremely caring. he is sensitive and, although he might not be the bravest, he never steps back when it comes to help someone.

i love Tulio because he is realistic. he is rational and always looks for a possible way out of things. he would help me solve my problems and teach me how to be down to earth and think quicker. he is very lucid, and despite how much he is attached to gold, he is always able to listen to his “little voice inside his head” and do the right thing. he is not insensitive.

i love Tschakko because he is brave. he is pretty smart in his own way, and protective as well. he is respectful towards women and always ready to attack someone or use dynamite, even when unnecessary. he would probably try to soften and not to yell as much as he could when i am around, knowing it startles me, but still would give me - kinder - orders to help me not to be too lazy.

i love Marvin because he is literally crazy. he is also really precise. he would definitely teach me how to use a gun and, as opposed to Benji, he would have no problem involving me in whatever his friends and he get caught into. does not mean he does not care about me– as soon as i get hurt, he will go insane and.. yeah.

i love Mickey because he!! is!! my!! childhood!!

i love Miguel because he has a big heart. he is a very human person, and a dreamer, which i really admire; not many people are able to. i love his way of thinking and how he stands for justice always, no matter what.

i love Ryuk because... because?? this is pretty hard to answer lol. he is funny, and.. a shinigami. i know he cares about me and would definitely have a crush on me at some point, but i frankly do not know how far he would go to defend me. but, i do know that he would be interested in anything i do during the day, both as human and as me myself, and would want to know what i want to do with the Death Note.

i love scarecrow because he is damn smart. that is it.

i appreciate Bobo because he is an adorable dork!! he might get annoying sometimes, but i would love to take care of him and patiently explain him everything. ... however, cannot deny that seeing him getting slapped upside the head by Tschakko or Cloudy would crack me up a LOT.

i appreciate Cooky because he cares about the others health!!! he always cooks healthy meals for them and does not want them to skip a meal. he is also a bit smarter than the others, sooo, a tiny bit less irritating..? lmao.

i appreciate Ralphy because he is so neat!!! Sunny is right, he is very nice!! his attempts to be a dwarf in the beginning were so adorable! i am glad his dreams came true and that he got to be a dwarf!!!

i appreciate Speedy because he is hilarious. despite he is a bit slow, i cannot say word to it, because i myself am! and then, he tries his best to stay behind others and help, which is nice.

i appreciate Sunny because he is solar, and always tries to light up everyoneʼs day. he always sees the bright side of everything, which i am.. almost never able to, so he would definitely help me a lot with that.

i appreciate CASE because IT IS SO ADORABLY SMART AND GREAT

i appreciate TARS because IT IS SO ADORABLY FUNNY AND BRAVE

i appreciate the Cheshire Cat because. he is a damn fluff ball, i would love to hug him all day. he is the cutest and obnoxiously clever.

i appreciate Gumball because he is just ridiculous, in a loving way!! he is the best when it comes to dumbassary and thus make me laugh. i am happy i consider him my brother :)

i appreciate Darwin because he is a bit more rational and sensitive, and without him, Gumball would probably be dead a long time ago. although sometimes they might keep me out of their “boys business”, i love seeing them sharing their unique bond.

i appreciate B. B. because he.. alright, give me a second. i ran out of words lmao. i appreciate the fact that he is vegetarian! and i love the brother bond he has with Cyborg. i am glad to think they would involve me in their nerdy projects. also, he would totally let me have a ride on whichever animal i would like hehe.

i appreciate Raven because she is so cool!!! i always wanted her to be my sister. i have always admired her rationality and intelligence. and then!! she is daughter of a demon!! she has super cool powers!! WHAT!!!

i appreciate Cyborg because he is neat!! he would let me watch him fix or create any technology piece he comes up with, and try to include me as much as he can in any project or event that is up!

i appreciate Robin because he tries his best to be a good leader for everyone. he tries to be responsible and focus on saving the city when the others do not! he is not very patient as a leader, but i cannot blame him. i myself am a bit too irascible at times.

i appreciate Starfire because, despite she might look a bit dumb, she is just a nice, pretty princess. she is sensitive and cares a lot about the others, and enjoys living on earth, which i am glad of! she has made enormous progresses since when she came here, considering she was already a teen when she arrived. and then, she has super cool powers too!!!

of course there are many more reasons why i like my f/os, but letʼs just say these are the “mains”.

i have made this long, long post not only because i wanted to give at least a reason per f/o, but also because i wanted to give you all a help. this is a good exercise for you and your f/os both, especially when you feel like you are not very close to them. try to say why you love them, or why you have fallen for them first, and try to include something they would do for/with you. this can help!

[iceinherheart-kissonherlips]

hey! did you missed stories from my work? so here I come, bearing (hehe, you’ll see in a second) a bunch of them. you ready?

~’’~  The Straight White Girl is pregnant ~’’~

and she did it her style, aka the asshole style

long story short: in the beginning of September her contract got renewed and now she’s on permanent contract (there’s no end date to her contract unless the boss or her decide to terminate it). the moment she signed it, she told us ‘well, now I can get pregnant!’

and 3 weeks later she was pregnant.

she informed us, her colleagues, about it when she was 6-7 weeks a long, and it was 2-3 weeks ago. since then there hasn’t been a day without a talk or even a mention of pregnancy.

- she complains how she just can’t get out of the bed in the morning, so she starts work at 11 am (maybe she works until 7pm, but knowing her - doubt it).  because you know, she’s pregnant.

- she talks how she has to fight to eat anything without vomitting. because you know, she’s pregnant.

- she hasn’t told our work coordinator and boss yet, she plans to do it maybe in January, but once she tells them, she expects them to give her less work - for the same money of course. because you know, she’s pregnant. 

- she plans to hand a sick leave soon after she tells the boss about her pregnancy.  because you know, she’s pregnant.

- and once she comes back from all her pregnancies (bc she plans to get pregnant again once she gives birth and her maternity leave ends, and then do it again, because maternity leave is like really long holiday, right?!), she wants to have/take over our coordinator’s job. 

- also, once of our colleagues asked her jokingly if she plans on doing gender reveal party. The straight White Girl said that no, ‘because she one wants to have baby shower’. in her language: she expects people to throw this party for her and give her gifts, without putting any effort. she also said that she may have gender reveal party if said colleague does it for her.

- and she joined this facebook group, ‘I’m giving birth in 2021′.  because you know, she’s pregnant. and she keeps on sending us screenshots of various posts through messenger. posts that are kind of stupid? like a woman asking if she can smoke when she’s pregnant, etc. or yesterday she sent us a screenshot with a story of a pregnant girl who was r*ped by her neighbour and her family calling her whore and mistreating her because of that? when one of our colleagues asked her why she keeps sending these to us, she was like ‘I don’t know what you mean, I’m not sending you about miscarriages!’ 

- once she also sent a post of a women who was sharing news that after a heart surgery, she managed to get pregnant and the pregnancy is going ok and that she’s really happy. it was just an inoffensive, positive message? but apparently The Straight White Girl didn’t think so, because her comment (to us) was ‘oh, do we even know you? who are you? you were sick? xD’ 

- she also was making fun of a girl who was nervous about doing prenantal tests?

- and you know, I get being excited about being pregnant, but uhm, not everyone cares? and not everyone wants to hear about it every single day. I sure as hell don’t. am I the asshole? let me be clear: she is not my friend, just a colleague. should I be forced to hear about various stages of her pregnancy?

- also, one last thing: in the middle of last month our boss’ husband died. when I told this to my colleagues, The Straight White Girl said: ‘haha, let’s hope it wasn’t quarantine with his wife that killed him, haha!’ and she thought it was funny. it made a joke about it. later, when I was informed that we, as a company, we’ll be buying funeral wearth so we’ll have to give money, The Straight White Girl’s questions were: ‘omg, but do you know how he died?! and when’s the funeral!?’

so yeah

that’s how I’ve been recently. as you can expect, my mental health is g :) r :) e :) a :) t ;)

well, no really, but am I the asshole here

[moist-astronaut]

things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

 "He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

[asoftervirge]

Of “Love” & Murder - (12/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: Revenge, Like Chocolate, Can Be Both Bitter and Sweet

RATING: M PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Remus Sanders, mentions of Satanic symbolism, Ted Bundy/Jeffrey Dahmer/serial killer references, Rocky Horror Picture Show reference, Poison, Swearing, mentions of Janus Sanders, referenced Smut, Smutty Thoughts, mentions of Sex Toys, Thanatophobia (fear of dying), mentions of Previous Deaths, various Methods of Murder, mentions of Violence, Descriptions of Murder, brief mention of Prison Rape, Dumpster Diving, Eating/Eating Gross Food, talks of Grey Morality, Morally Grey Patton, Baking/Food mentions CHAPTER SUMMARY: Patton meets with Remus.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here we are! We’re now at the second to last chapter! Despite the low reception of this fic, I’m very happy with it and it’s been so much fun posting it and seeing everyone’s reactions to it. Fun fact: I’m not real sure what rating this chapter would be under. Obviously it has mature stuff because of Remus, but it’s not too extreme to where no body can read it. It’s not a murder chapter, but he does talk about murder, so maybe it’s best to leave it M rated. lol Happy All Hallow’s Eve, everyone! Have fun reading! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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To say Patton was nervous was an extreme understatement.

He was pacing back and forth in an alleyway— the location where Remus wanted to meet— going between fiddling with the hem of his sweater, and twirling a stray curl of hair. Blue eyes frantically scanned the dingy place he was in, not wanting to suddenly be jumped by a dangerous stranger.

Brick walls were stained with something the confectioner didn’t want to know what. Droplets of water from the gutters above dropped down onto the cobblestone. Garbage cans were tipped over, rotting food and other things made the air smell putrid.

A black cat scurried from behind one and past his feet, meowing loudly.

Patton squeaked and flinched as it went by. After collecting himself, he started to fidget more.

He hoped Remus would be here soon. With every minute he was in this alley, he was growing more and more frightened.

Despite this, he tells himself that this is worth it.

For Roman.

For Logan.

For Dorian.

For himself.

In the midst of his self-panic and self-reassurances, Patton didn’t catch the sounds of the metal fence behind him being scaled upon.

“So, you’re Patton Hart, hmm?” A high-pitched, slightly screechy voice said.

Patton yelped and spun around, instantly being greeting with the sight of Remus.

The man looked completely different from Roman, it was almost hard to believe that they were brothers, let alone twins. While the former thespian was composed, elegant, and beautiful, Remus…was anything but.

He looked like a rebellious punk, to put it simply.

Remus’ hair was oily-looking, very unkempt and scrappy; dark brown, almost black in color with touches of green hair dye in it and a single streak of silver. He was clad in a leather biker vest, various patches decorating it, and a fishnet shirt underneath which displayed all of his bruises, cuts, and scabs. His pants almost reminded him of Virgil’s jeans: ripped yet his were baggy as opposed to tight-fitting. His ankle boots were spiked, decorated with an upside down cross and a symbol that looked to be very satanic.

As a matter of fact, all of his jewelry appeared to be just that: skulls and satanic symbols. They were predominantly pieces that littered his neck, but he was also studded with a lot of piercings: a labret plus a lip, multiple ear and eyebrow ones, a chained nose, and a belly button. And all of them were silver as opposed to the gold Roman used to wear.

Looking at him twice over, Remus seemed to be a combination of Roman, Remy, and Toby.

Patton quickly straightened himself up, not wanting the other man to see just how scared he was.

“And you must be Remus Duke,” he responded back. His voice shook a little as he spoke. “I have to say, and I hope you don’t think me rude, but you looking nothing like your brother.”

Remus snorts. “That’s a compliment.” He tells him. “I’d rather not be a goody-goody Abel like my brother was.” He looked Patton up and down, giving him a quirked expression, “Ain’t you a bit saccharine to get help from me? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for beddy-bye time?”

“No!” Patton yells stubbornly. He recoils and tries again. “I-I mean, no. I really, really need your help, Remus. This is the only way I can truly stop Virgil.”

“Ha ha! So you’re also Virgil’s newest boy toy!” Remus grinned manically. Patton squealed and shivered in disgust at that. “I swear he goes through boy toys faster than either Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer did with their victims. Well, not as fast, but—”

“C-Cut it out!” Patton shrieked, stomping his foot in childish anger. He grew sickened at the thought of a monstrous killer like Bundy or a twisted cannibal like Dahmer, and comparing Virgil to them just made it worse.

(It was in that moment when the confectioner remembered the words Dorian told him before he divulged into how he was murdered. While Virgil was a horrible individual, he was nothing like how those men were. They were all criminals, yes, but the widower was somehow of a lesser evil.)

Trying to relax his shoulders, Patton asked again. “Are you going to help me or not?”

Still grinning, Remus jumped off the fence and onto the cobblestone. It wasn’t pleasant sounding as he fell flat on his ass. But he appeared to be okay as he shot straight into the air and began fishing through his pockets, humming Touch-a , Touch-a, Touch-a Touch Me under his breath while he searched.

“Ha ha!” he exclaimed when he finally found what it was he was looking for. He pulled out a vial of sinister-looking liquid, skull and crossbones marked on the front of it.

Poison.

Cyanide, to be more specific.

“This should be the very thing that’ll fuck Virgy-poo up!” Remus exclaimed happily. Then he pouted. “Lucky bastard,” he mumbled. “Just put this in whatever it is you’re gonna give him and watch with glee as he chokes and dies! Ooh, that sounds fun! Can I come and watch too?!”

“No!”

Remus pouted more, actually looking sad.

Patton was about to walk over and grab the vial but Remus stopped him.

“Not so fast, Mr. Fluffy Butthole.” Patton scrunched his nose. A serious look was in Remus's emerald green eyes. “Why do I have the stinky feeling this is for more than just my brother?”

The confectioner reeled back. “…What?”

“You wouldn’t have gotten my number from Toby and call me by saying ‘how would you feel about helping me avenge your brother’ without wanting to do more.” Remus narrowed his gaze. “You wanna avenge Virgil’s other husbands too, don’t you? Spouses or whatever they were.”

Patton opened his mouth to try and say something, but all he could do was sigh and nod. “You’re right,” he finally tells him. “It’s for more than just your brother. It’s also for Virgil’s second spouse, Logan Oxford—”

“That author who seemed so stubborn xe had a stick up xyr butt? Man, xe needed to get laid.”

“…xe were asexual…”

“…Emotionally laid, then.”

“You mean having a loving, supportive relationship?”

Remus gagged. “Don’t be lewd!”

“Xe were also aromantic.”

“I could’ve helped with that!” Remus grinned. “But if xe were also asexual, then it would’ve been no dice. Hehe, dick ice, hehe!”

Patton ignored him and continued on from before. “— and his third, Dorian Cain—”

“Ah! The serpent-y lawyer whose tongue was for more than lying!” Remus grinned more. Since he was a little closer to him, Patton could see the yellow of his teeth. “I’ve heard that he and Virgil were a lot alike. Plus, they were really able to get” – he wriggled his hips – “it” – he started thrusting “on!”

The confectioner blinked, then sighed deeply and tiredly. How exactly was he Roman’s twin brother? (He could practically hear Roman sighing along with him).

“I was in cahoots with him, you know!” Remus tells him, still thrusting for some silly reason.

“So I’ve heard,” Patton tells him, not wanting to delve into details about the supernatural encounters he had. He didn’t need to give this guy the time of day. “They said you called him about wanting him to find evidence on Virgil, but he said no.”

“Yep!” Remus stopped mid-thrust and emphasized on the p. “He accused me of wanting to slander a celebrity, like everybody else did. But it was also because he didn’t want to put his own husband on trial or some other bullshit.”

He blinked then continued thrusting. “I wonder what would’ve happened if I got to him first?” he mumbled to himself in curiosity. He turned to Patton with a grin. “You think Virgil is great in bed? I would’ve given that lawyer the time of his life! We would’ve fuck for days and weeks on end using all the neat kinky toys I have! Plus, all the crazy flexible sex positions?!” He bobbed his head from side-to-side, singing. “Anyone Virgil could do, I could do better~!”

Apparently, Virgil did that and then some, Patton couldn’t help but think to himself, suddenly being reminded of how explicit Virgil and Dorian were. (If the lawyer were here, he’d probably be flattered and chuckle in his ear).

“But it’s more than them too!” the confectioner exclaims, continuing on from where he left off previously. “It’s for any other potential victim of Virgil’s…and me too…”

“Oh?!” This intrigued Remus as he now had Patton’s full attention. “How so?” He could see the confectioner tugging and fiddling with his sweater. Remus actually saw him doing this when he was stalking the alleyway. It must be a grounding mechanism for him or something, kind of like how he plays with his fingers.

“Because—because I’m scared of dying.”

Remus blinked. “You are?”

“Yes— Of course, I am!” Patton didn’t know why the other man was acting like dying isn’t something to be feared. Because, to him, especially in this circumstance, it was. “If I don’t do anything to stop Virgil, I’m scared I’m gonna die. And I don’t wanna die.”

Tears came to his eyes, he rubbed them away with a fist.

“I don’t want to end up like the others. I don’t want a ribbon around my neck, or arsenic in my belly, or a bullet in my head. I don’t want to have my life cut short by someone who might actually want me dead!”

Now he had both fists rubbing harshly at his cheeks. “There’s so much of my life I want to live. There was so much of their lives that they had yet to live. And I want to be able to avenge that…I want my friends, and even you, to be at ease knowing they finally found peace.”

Remus watched awkwardly as Patton cried in front of him. He wasn’t all that good with the emotional, cutesy, kind-wordsy stuff like his brother was. But if Roman was in this situation, he would know what to do better than anyone else.

He knew the moments when his brother would need a hug, and this would be one of them.

So, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Patton, letting him sob into his shoulder.

Patton curled further into him, not caring that he smelled of body odor and garlic.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured. “It’s okay. It’ll all be a-okay.”

The confectioner sniffled. “How do you know that?” he asked, voice thick with emotion.

“Because that mean, nasty Virgil’s gonna get what’s coming to him!” Remus tells him. He takes Patton’s tear-stained glasses and licked them clean. He then walked over to a garbage can and fished out a dirty napkin to wipe them with. “Here you go!”

Patton grimaced as he put his… ‘newly cleaned’ glasses back on.

“Even if Roman didn’t like me all that much, he was one of my favorite people,” Remus continues. “And I was incredibly upset when he was killed, or ‘committed suicide,’ as the police suspected.” He narrowed his eyes. “I wanted to bring Virgil to court, I really did, but there was no evidence left at the crime scene.”

Remus snarled; fists clenched together tightly. “When they told me that…I was thinking of contemplating murder myself.” He shook his head. “There were so many things I wanted to do to him.” He began counting on his fingers, “Disembowel him, let my pet rats feed on his body, flood my teeth with his spine, build a sandcastle out of his ashes. You name it, I wanted to do it.”

Patton got visibly sickened with each possible method of murder and violence.

“And yet I couldn’t do anything. I may be a wildcard, but Virgil is much more cunning. He’s slipperier than a bar of prison soap.” Patton dared not ask what he meant by that. “Plus, he might’ve expected that I would come and destroy him when I got the chance. So, there wasn’t anything I could do.”

“But you tried though,” the confectioner says. “Despite there not being evidence, you still went and contacted Dorian Cain to try and see what would happen.”

Remus nodded. “Well, yeah. I figured I might as well eat the bullet and chew until I’m forced to spit it out. And so, I called Dorian’s law firm and asked anyway. Even though I was told ‘no,’ something deep within my dick told me that he might try and do something in secret. When I saw in the papers that he had also killed himself, I thought my chances were ruined for good.”

“However,” he then held out the vial of poison for Patton to take. He could see just how dirty his fingers were: bruised, chewed-up fingernails, chipped black and green nail polish, and grime around the cuticles. “You can be the one to finish him off. Do what me and Dorian couldn’t, and put that murdering piece of shit in the ground where he belongs.”

At first, Patton seemed hesitant about taking it from him, but after everything he’s witnessed, everything he’s heard, everything he’s feared, his resolve was hardened.

He takes the vial and stuffs it in his pocket.

Standing closer to Remus, he can see the details he couldn’t see from afar: flakes of dandruff in his hair; messy, purple, smoky eyeshadow; black lipstick that was slightly smeared; a little bit of stubble growing above his lip; along with any other cuts, bruises, and scabs on his skin.

Not only that, he could see the various patches on his biker vest; only a small handful of them were satanic and anarchist symbols, while the rest were a mixture of things Remus must enjoy. A green sword with tentacles coming from it, a Morningstar, an anatomical heart, a bloodshot eyeball, a skeleton, a peach, a couple octopi and krakens, an alien, a peach, a hazardous symbol, some that involve cursing and parental advisory, some dark Disney ones, an opossum with he/him pronouns, the aromantic flag, and lastly, one that has ‘Duke’ on it in graffiti.

Despite his appearance, Patton might consider this gross man…not so much a friend, but an ally.

“…Remus?” Said man leans in closer, making Patton bend back. “…Thank you. Truly. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without your help.”

He waved nonchalantly. “Eh, don’t worry about it,” he tells him. He walks over to one of the garbage cans and starts rummaging through it once more. “It’s the least I can do. Being an assistant— heh, ass-istant— is better than being forced to sit back and do nothing.” He pulls out a rotting banana, unpeeling it and then taking a bit bite out of it.

Patton looked like he was going to throw up.

Mid-chew, he looked back at the confectioner. “You know,” he mumbled, browning banana flying out of his mouth. “For someone who looks all pure and morally righteous, you gotta little bit of grey in ya.”

“I’m only doing this for good.”

“Maybe,” Remus gulps loudly then takes another huge bite. “But you’re still planning on killing him. No matter how you justify it, redrum is redrum.”

“Redrum?”

“Murder. The Shining. Stephen King.”

Patton hummed.

“Seriously though, who am I to talk morals schmorals to you? Good and bad is all made up nonsense!” Another loud gulp, another big bite. “So! When are you gonna do the do?”

“You mean do the deed?”

“Same thing!”

“Tomorrow.”

“Ooh! On Halloween night too!” Remus grinned excitedly. Patton had honestly forgotten that it would be Halloween, having been so preoccupied with everything has was going on at 613 Rue Morgue. “Are you suuure I can’t come with you?”

“I’m sure, Remus. Thank you.”

Remus pouts again, but he quickly shrugged it off.

“Ah well,” he drops the banana peel at his feet. Litter bug. He started to scale up the fence, allowing Patton to see the large green kraken that covered his back. “I guess I’ll leave the rest to you. Good luck, Patton!”

With a gleeful wave, Remus jumps over and disappears into the shadows from whence he came.

Patton stays in his spot for the longest time.

Maybe…he was a bit grayer than he realized. Through his entire life, he was never really challenged on his morals. He always played by the rules and laws of life, not wanting to face the punishments for having done something wrong.

But now, he was.

He was faced with someone who had a complete disregard for them and is walking a free man with three murders (maybe even more) stained on his hands.

And here he was, wanting to change all of that.

Like he said to Remus, it was for a good cause: to have their spirits be appeased and to have Virgil never commit any heinous crimes ever again. Even if the solution was a permanent one.

Maybe…the other man was right. Maybe…good and bad really is made up nonsense.

With the thoughts of his newly-placed morals in his head, Patton finally left the alleyway.

The alleyway that Remus chose was in the lower part of town, the shadier and troublemaking part to be specific. And even though Patton could have chosen to take his car, he walked since he lived close by in the lower regions of downtown.

It was a long but much needed walk for the confectioner to take.

While the air proved to be chilly, the autumn leaves dropped down onto the ground, creating a little ombre of colors on the sidewalk. The night sky was a trifecta of rich purples, deep blues, and cool blacks. Dots of white twinkled above, making the picturesque scene complete.

Patton looked around at all the holiday decorations that were on display. All of the ghosts, witches, scarecrows, and grim reapers all gave him a bit of a fright. The fake tombstones and giant rope spider webs made him squeak and turn his head for a split second. But he smiled at seeing the differently carved jack-o-lanterns— some more intricate than others— and the outdoor lights that glowed in various colors, like orange, purple, green, blue, red, white, and black. Though what really got a giggle out of him, were the inflatables that stood on each lawn; some were of pumpkins, others were black cats, and was the occasional spooky tree.

Many people love going all out on Halloween, and the confectioner was one of them, having spent so many hours throughout September and October transforming the interior of his shop.

He continued walking into downtown, fog hovering over the street lamps as the air grew a little denser and colder. The streets were slightly bustling as people were walking to and from various stores, all in last-minute preparation for tomorrow night. Many of them were families, with children bouncing up and down excitedly about their costumes while the parents held bags that were presumably filled with candy and other goodies.

It all made Patton smile, for he had that same childish whimsy.

The confectioner didn’t stop walking until he came to a very familiar brown building, the words Patty’s Sweet Confectionaries swirled in fancy but readable font on the window.

Patton took a minute to gently trace his fingers across the white lettering. He still remembers the first day he opened its doors, a young and bright-eyed man who simply wanted to spread the sugary joy that his grandmother used to give him.

With a deep breath, he walked into his confectionery shop, the jingle of the bell above the door made his heart swell up a little. Once inside, he gazed around, nostalgia and melancholy shone in his eyes as he flipped on the lights.

Golden chandeliers glowed from the cream-colored ceiling as the shop became illuminated, presenting the changes that Patton had made. The only other things that remained the same were the dark brown and white tile, and the wooden stands and tables dressed with dishes and bowls, but what filled them had changed since September.

Eyeball-shaped white chocolate truffles, and ghostly popcorn balls were now the specialty treats for the holiday; along with cookies in the shape of skeletons, and white chocolate bark with candy corn. In the display case were still the traditional chocolates, but there were also pumpkin spiced cakes and cupcakes, along with macaroons of varying monstrous design and Frankenstein cereal treats.

However, the two favorites were front and center: gooey marshmallow, and glistening candy apples. The best part about them? The marshmallow is dyed in accordance to the holiday, and the candy apples were also coated with white icing to make it look like Snow White’s poisoned one from the Disney movie.

Walking in further, he plugged in the decorative lights that hung from the walls. The miniature pumpkin luminary bags added another layer of festive spirit to the store, and they paired nicely with the cutout garlands Patton had made some-years back.

The confectioner tenses up as he feels vial of poison roll into his hands from inside his pocket.

A part of him still feels conflicted about doing something like this.

Obviously he knows what Virgil did was horrible and wrong, but on the other hand, he wished there was a much simpler way to see his downfall come to fruition. But as Remy and Toby said, if the police were working with him, then it was impossible to see lawful justice be served to him. (Dorian tried it, and look what happened.)

So this was the only option he had left.

Resolve slowly hardening, Patton made his way to the kitchen to begin work.

He began pulling out giant mixing bowls— both silver and copper, measuring cups, double boilers, spoons and forks, and a plethora of ingredients in order to create the perfect box of poisonous chocolates.

Patton didn’t need to think about which ones he would give to the widower, he knew the recipes for each one by memory.

The first recipe read:
 “1 lb of dark chocolate 16 maraschino cherries with the stem 3 tablespoons softened butter 3 tablespoons light corn syrup 2 cups sifted confectioners’ sugar”

Parts of the second read:
 “2/3 cups dark chocolate chips 1/3 cup + 2 tablespoons of heavy cream A dash of cinnamon”

The third read:
 “7 oz. finely chopped dark chocolate 1/3 cup espresso ½ tablespoons unsalted butter ½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder”

And finally, the fourth read: 
“1 cup melted cocoa butter 1 tablespoon cocoa powder 3 tablespoon dark chocolate ½ teaspoon almond extract”

Within each recipe, he made sure to add the cyanide poisoning into the mixtures, adding a bit more than necessary so that it wouldn’t be masked by any of the other ingredients. (He wore protective gear, of course. The same mask and gloves he wore whenever he dabbled in making anything featuring liquid nitrogen.)

Hours later, he had batches cooling on racks and baking sheets. And after checking that he had a perfect set of thirty-two, he began the decorating process. Glazes, icings, and sugars scattered about in the air and dusted his face, hair, and fingers.

Once everything was done up all nice and pretty, Patton placed them all in a box: a black one topped with a bow of dark violet ribbon.

Patton stood back and observed his craftsmanship. A deep frown slowly made its way to his face.

The first part of the deed was done…

…now? It was time for Virgil to have a taste of his own chocolatey medicine.

[crushzone]

🎬 About Me

Original art of me and my fictional hubby, Ukai Keishin, by @achieve-the-sun​, posted with permission. 💕 

Hi there!

My name is Nin and I am the founder of Crushzone Cinema Theater. 📽 🍿 

🎬 THE BASICS

Age: 23

Birthday: December 24th

Pronoun: She/her

Education: Graduated with a dual degree in Film and Global History

Occupation: Is currently a film freelancer in the camera department, who desperately needs money to pay rent every month lol.

Likes: 

- The sound of rain tapping on my window

- Watching my plants rise and droop to the moving sun

- Cooking and experimenting with different cuisines; Japanese, Thai and Chinese are some of my favorites.

- Giving my husband and my cat their head rubs every night.

- Drawing, painting, and photography. (Here’s some of my works!)

- The feeling of accomplishment after you’ve gone through SO much for a project with your peers. To work on your own movie or short film, and finally seeing it done, is such a rewarding experience.

- To eat my Mac and Cheese with ketchup, nutritional yeast, and steamed broccoli. (Fight me lol. 🦖 )

- Eating chips with chopsticks.

- Medjool dates with a spoonful of crunchy peanut butter 😋 

-Wearing oversized clothes, especially hoodies.

- Sitting at my reading nook, with my cat next to me on the chair.

Dislikes: 

- The buzzing sound bees make when they fly.

- Slipping on my own chunk of hair on the ground; I have a lot of hair and I shed a lot.

- The heat, I may be from Thailand, but I am very much done with the blaring heat. One second I’ll look real cute with my face all done up, but the moment I step out, it’s already melting from my face.

- Going to sleep; there’s SO much more I could be doing right now!

- When my bangs desperately need a trim and is poking my eyes.

- Poor lighting, doesn’t matter if it is real life, just light it like you’re IN a film!! It’s so much more dramatic that way! (For real, come to my house, every corner is lit with some sort of a look/mood 😏)

- Loud noises; when people are yelling all the time, or something is loud, I get nervous when I can’t hear my own thoughts.

- People with bad attitude, a temper, or is just kind of mean in general. There is absolutely no excuse for you to be that way, and nothing productive comes out of it. Nuh-uh.

🎬 FUN FACTS

My parents hired a piano teacher when I was in elementary school, but because I didn’t enjoy her company (for some reason), I refused to absorb information. Little did I know, it would backfire me and would have absolutely no effect to her pay.

I’m that kid who always has 4 spare pencils and 5 erasers to lend out to my peers.

Will serenade to my cat every morning and night, so if you are ever my roommate, I apologize for my horrible singings.

Performed as a cave and pot in my high school production, and lemme tell ya, it is more difficult than it sounds.

Has no problem doing laundry in the morning, but the moment the sun falls, I will be too afraid to go down into my basement to do it. Some may say that it is an excuse for me to put laundry off for the next day, but I always tell my husband that there’s a “Babadook” in there. 👀

One time I stepped on a millipede, and I cried for 2 days because I felt really bad for it.

I’m actually VERY shy most of the times, so if you see me laughing a lot like a hyena, then it’s likely that it’s just me being awkward. OR I may just be having a good time, who knows.

I’m awful around kids, I am SO awkward and will stiff up like a rock (if you see me doing that, pls come safe me). One time this kid asked me why I laugh so much, so I simply just laughed some more while backing out of the room slowly. 🤦‍♀️ 

🎬 SOME FUN QUESTIONS!

What is something you wish you were gifted at doing?

I wish I could sing. My husband is a musician, and it looks like he’s having so much fun. There’s just something so freeing about it, as if it’s another language that takes time to become fluent in, but when you are, it’s so captivating and expressive. I don’t think I’m an awful singer, but is just too incredibly shy to sing in front of others. 

What is the first movie you remember seeing in theater?

It may had been Disney’s Dinosaur (2000), not sure. All I remember was that there were a bunch of dinosaurs on screen, may had even been 3D with those glasses.

At one point, a tiger jumped at the screen, and I started crying. My mom and brother wanted to finish the movie, so my dad had to sit outside with me, until it was over. It was chill tho, my dad was teaching me different dinosaur names. 👶 🦖 🦕 

What is the first thing you do when you get home?

Pants off, baby!! I don’t usually wear a bra, but if do, then I guess it’s bra’s off first. Then I instantly hop into my plaid boxer shorts hehee. 🤭 

What has been the hardest thing for you to face or learn?

That people go through different stages of their life at different paces, and that is totally okay. When I was younger, I would always overwork, and as a result, I don’t really have a lot of time for myself. I did that, mostly, because I wanted to get a head start at everything, especially at my career. Now that I am 23-24, and had just graduated from Class of 2019, I’ve been getting film gigs since I was a sophomore, and is now a full time freelancer. 

Yet, I was not satisfied, because I got to work with a 21 y/o in a position that was under her, and it made me feel momentarily incompetent; like I wasn’t doing well enough. But it will never be enough if that’s the mindset; I never considered that she skipped university and went straight into film, so circumstances were entirely different.

Meanwhile, there’s someone 10+ years older than me who is struggling to get the work I’d get, and that is okay too. What I should’ve done is feel happy for her, and use that to motivate myself to improve.  As long as I never give up, and continue to do my best with a good attitude, everything will be just fine.

If you could give your younger self any advice what would it be?

That it’s okay to take a break sometimes, live life a little, and cherish all the happiness, sadness, heartbreak, and struggles that you are going through right now. Every tear will make you stronger, and genuine every smile will eventually pull you through. 

Time goes by very quickly, and every stage in your life is a part of you, so make sure you remember how you get to where you are well.

Do you see the glass as half empty or half full?

Half full, just grateful that there’s any liquid in the glass at all, and is excited to acquire more with all the space I’ve got on top, ya know? 🤷‍♀️ 

What is the strangest thing you believed as a child?

That if you whistle at night, the ghosts will come find you. Or if you play hide and seek at night, then you’ve opened up some kind of portal that the ghosts will kidnap you away from this dimension forever.

Tbh, I think my grandma was just sick of me trying to learn how to whistle when I was in elementary school and of me running around the house at night, so she made these omen up lol.

What time do you usually get up in the morning?

Used to wake up at 13:00-14:00 all the time, but since I married an early bird, I’ve been up at 6:30-7:00 lately.

What time is your usual bed time?

Heeheee 1:00-2:00 in the morning, oops.

How has your birth order/characteristics of siblings affected you?

I have the loveliest older brother in the world, he’s 4 years older, and is very smart, diligent, athletic, and funny. Me being the only daughter, my parents are incredibly protective, so they’d always have my brother do everything for me. 

It was a relief when I was younger, but as I enter high school, it became a little frustrating; I felt like I was living under his shadows and can never be considered independent. They’d also spend a lot more time training with him cuz he’s a national competitive swimmer.

Because of that, I had a lot of time to myself, so I experimented with my own interests and grew in my own way. As I’ve grown, I can definitely say that it’s made me a lot more independent and introverted haha. I absolutely dislike depending on anyone (Will be my last resort), but it’s also nice to know that whenever either of us fall, we’ll always have each other’s back.

#tag games with Nin 🎮

Learn even more about me through various tag games I participated!✌️ 

#chats with Nin

My previous responses, rambles, vibe checks, and many more!

And please drop by my ask box and chit chat, I love interacting with you all! 👋 

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True Love is a Lie pt. II

Request: Can I please have a part two to “True Love is a Lie”? The first one was so good! Can I have it where it’s been a couple of months and you’re dating Sam and Lucifer comes and asks you to take a walk through the woods while Sam and Dean follow behind, just in case, and you tell him that you’re pregnant with Sam’s child and can you name the child Diana from Wonder Woman and also include the young Diana Prince?

Read Part 1 here!

Word Count: 1892

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, fluff, cursing, terrible writing, idk what else since it has been too long since I’ve read this, the format got messed up when i posted this from my google docs

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Past Lucifer x Reader

A/N: I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Shit has been so crazy the past few months/years but I’ve got my mojo back! It has been so long since I’ve done anything but I am hoping that with this pandemic I can finally post and write all the requests I have been getting, sequels to my other stories, as well as new stuff I’ve been working on. I am still not taking any requests until I have finished those in my inbox. I love you all and I am so happy to be writing again!

A year went by since your last heartwrenching encounter with Lucifer.  You nearly forgot about it because of your new life with Sam.  Sam always made sure to be attentive and by your side at a moment’s notice.  He made you trust in people again after your confrontation with Lucifer.  He knew after that experience you’d be broken, so he made sure to be there to mend the pieces.   

You did not want to dwell in the past and think yourself into a  depressive mood, especially with the Winchester boys and your new best friend, Jack, gone on a hunt.  You would’ve went with them had you not felt so nauseous and tired.  It was a typical salt-n-burn so you weren’t exactly missing out on anything important.  Nevertheless, Sam hated leaving you, especially with Lucifer still out there, but you were safe. 

Just as the thought of the moose enters your mind, your phone buzzes.

Sam: Hey baby girl, we’re on our way back.  Need anything?

You: Just some warm cuddles from my moose. 

You: Actually, I need oranges like right now. Not joking, I feel like I’ll die without oranges.

Sam: Is everything ok? You’ve never asked for oranges and I’ve never even seen you eat oranges since I’ve known you.

You: Yeah I’m fine, just a bit nauseous.  Also I’ve just been having a weird craving for oranges for some reason.  Oh well.

Sam: Hmm, I’m no doctor but maybe you should get checked out.  I worry about you, honey.

You: I know sweetie, but the doctor is expensive. It’s probably just the stomach flu or something.  Btw, how much longer?

Sam: Probably an hour, give or take 15 minutes.

You: Ok, Love you! See you soon!

Sam: Love you too! Can’t wait!

“Ok, so I have about an hour or so to check and see if my suspicions are correct.” You say aloud to yourself.

“What suspicions?” Cas suddenly appears out of nowhere, scaring you half to death.

“What the hell Cas?!” You all but screamed.

“Sorry, I thought you were praying to me.” Cas was never any good at lying to you.

“Umm, no I wasn’t just tell me why are you here?”

“I heard something on angel radio, and I needed to know if it is true.” He places a hand on your stomach.  “So it is true.”

“What? What is wrong with me?”

“(Y/N), your suspicions are right.  You’re six weeks pregnant.”

“How is that possible? Sam and I were so careful! What will he think or say? No, I can’t tell him. Not yet.”

With Sam and Dean still not home, you made Cas get a pregnancy test.  You trusted the angel’s words, but you needed concrete evidence.  You made Cas leave for a few days; you knew for sure that Cas wouldn’t be able to keep the secret.  The plus sign emerged with seconds to spare as Sam’s heavy footsteps could be heard approaching your shared room.

“(Y/N) I’m home!” Sam yelled as he collapsed onto the bed. You run out from the bathroom, pounce on him, and kiss all over his face.

“I missed you, Moose.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart.  I got the oranges you asked for.” 

“Thank you, baby…” You said as you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Sam, have you ever thought about having kids?”

“Well yeah of course but… Isn’t it a little dangerous given our profession?”

“Yeah that’s true, but we’ve got out once, we can do it again.  Besides, I know I am safe when I’m with you and when I’m here in the bunker.”

“Enough with the chit chat, we have company.” Dean interrupts 

You and Sam follow Dean to the lighted table, sitting there was God himself, dressed oh so casually and a look of nervousness graced his face.  He twiddled his thumbs and a small smile made its way to his features as his eyes locked with yours.  

“Uh hehe, hey (Y/N), Sam, Dean, Jack.”

“What’s up, Chuck?” You said, holding onto Sam.

“Um, Lucifer asked me to tell you that he’s outside and would like to speak with you.” You grabbed onto Sam a little tighter.  

“I’ll talk to him, but I want Sam and Dean to stay close to me.  Jack should stay behind since it’s his father.”  

“He knows, he said that they could.”

You make your way outside and there he is, dressed in a nice suit and tie with a bouquet of (f/c) (f/f) in his right hand, but one thing was different: you couldn’t see his wings.  Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, but Sam gave a reassuring squeeze to your hand.  You began walking toward Lucifer, Sam and Dean close behind.  Lucifer handed you the bouquet of flowers and gave a quick peck to your knuckles.  This apparently didn’t sit well with Sam as he cleared his throat with anger. 

“Will you join me for a walk through the woods, (Y/N)?” Lucifer asked and you look to Sam and Dean. “Don’t worry, they can follow behind.”  

You all walk to the edge of the woods in silence, your heart beat faster with every step closer to the treeline.  Through your peripheral vision, you could see Sam clench and unclench his jaw.  He was just as nervous as you were, if not more so.  You and Lucifer finally enter the woods. Sam and Dean follow a minute behind to give you some form of privacy, while still able to barely make out your conversations.  

“First of all, I want to say I’m so sorry for what I did to you.  I should have asked for your permission and talked it through with you.” Lucifer says, breaking the silence.  

“It’s alright I guess. I did some research and I now understand that I would not have survived through labour.  However, that does not justify your actions, what you did really hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry.  I never meant to hurt my soulmate.”

“Soulmate?”

“Yes, you were my soulmate.  That’s why you were able to see my wings.”

“Then why can’t I see them now?”

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk about.”  There was a pained expression on his face, you’ve never seen the devil quite like this before.  “I had God make Sam your soulmate after what I had done to you.”

“This isn’t like you Lucifer, why would you do this?”

“I have to prove to you that I will always love you and do what’s best for you, even if it meant letting you go.” He sighed and placed a hand on your stomach. You could hear Dean hold Sam back as he spewed threats if Lucifer were to harm you.  

“Hurt the baby and I will not hesitate to pluck every feather from your wings.”

“I swear on my Father that I will protect yours and Sam’s child. It’s the least I could do to make up for everything.” He said as he kisses your forehead. “Name her Diana.” With that he disappears.

Sam finally breaks away from his brother and runs straight to you. He sees you place a hand protectively over your stomach and smile to it.The words of Lucifer finally make sense to him as he asks “You’re pregnant?”

You shake your head and smile, afraid to say anything.

“I am going to be a father!” Sam shouted with excitement as he picks you up and spins you around.  Tears of joy threaten to spill from both you and Sam as you lock eyes.  As he goes in for a kiss, you both are interrupted by Dean, yelling incoherently and excitedly about him being an uncle. You and Sam look at each other and giggle. It’s not a perfect family, but you can’t live without them.

Time Skip to Wedding Day (3 years later)

You look at your engagement ring then to your flower girl, Diana Prince Winchester, waddling down the aisle leaving flower petals in her wake.  She looked so adorable in her little white dress and you couldn’t help but to tear up.  The audience gasp and awe as they watch your daughter.

The wedding was surprisingly large for a pair of hunters.  Hordes of hunters (friends and some you’ve never seen before), the Winchesters’ monster “friends”, a few angels, and some family came from all over to see you two get married.  With God sponsoring your wedding, you expected something extravagant like a wedding at the Vatican. However, this was not the case.  The ceremony was held in a beautiful meadow that somehow matched your (f/c) wedding theme. The icing on top of the cake was Chuck himself officiating the wedding.  

The wedding march began and Gabriel walks you down the aisle.  Sam couldn't help but let a few tears slip as he watches his two beautiful girls in white.  Dean, the best man, elbows him slightly but he too couldn't help the tears.  Cas, Lucifer, and Jack all smile at you and then to Sam.  They know you two are perfect for each other.  You weren't phased by Sam asking Lucifer to be a groomsman. Besides, it was your idea to have him as Diana's godfather.  You finally reach the altar, and neither of you seem to care about the sniffling and hiccuping. You were finally marrying each other so let the waterworks happen. 

You were hardly paying attention until you hear Chuck say it's time to share your vows.  Sam clears his throat and begins: 

“Y/N, I've known you for as long as I can remember.  We've been fighting side by side since we were little and our dads would go on hunting trips together.  I would always tell myself, that one way or another I will marry this girl and protect her from any and every monsters.  You may have not been my soulmate then, but you are my soulmate now. And as your soulmate, I'm never letting you go.” There was a slight pause and an awkward cough from Lucifer. “I will love you until the end of time.” 

He slips the ring on your finger as you begin:  “I’d never thought I would be standing here with the infamous Sam Winchester, yet here I am with a ring on my finger.  You were my first best friend and my first crush and my first protector.  you’ve saved me from being broken in more ways than one, and for that I owe you my life.  While it is true we were not soulmates before, we are soulmates now and that’s all that matters.  I will love you forever until the end of time.” 

After the expression of the “I Dos,” you hear the words you’ve been dying to hear since you made it to the altar: “You may kiss the bride.” Sam grabs you by the waste and pulls you to him.  With the passion of a thousand suns, he kisses you and everything melts away.  It was just like the first time you two kissed.  

In the back of your mind, you could hear Lucifer whisper “I will always love you” but that didn’t matter to you anymore. You are Sam’s and he is yours.  Nothing will change that.

[candychronicles]

Hello! I love your account and I was hoping to request a supreme matchup? I just sent you 2 kofi and will send you the proof through DMs right after. I’m a 5’4 female with thick brown hair and grey-blue eyes. I’m the therapist friend who has the advice for everyone’s problems but I don’t take my own advice and just prefer to stay silent about my negative feelings. Talking about them just makes me feel vulnerable and selfish and whiny. (pt1)

Hey love, no worries! That rule isn’t hard, just don’t want to read 100 messages for a matchup hehe. Thanks for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!!

I match you with: Mina Ashido! 

I feel like your more timid and yet passionate personality matches really well with her, who is also passionate and yet very outgoing!

I think she would really try to help you out with your negative feelings and get you to take your own advice sometimes. 

She would encourage you to be vulnerable and make sure you knew that you weren’t being whiny or weak by talking about your feelings.

She’d help you work through your empathic nature and be sympathetic to you wanting to help everyone out all the time.

Because you focus on yourself all the time, she’d try her best to help you as much as she could.

Your mental illnesses don’t make her nervous or uncomfortable but rather thinks of you as brave for fighting every day.

She isn’t the absolute brightest and would love any help you could give her on her school subjects.

She is secretly a conspiracy theory enthusiast and would love to spend all night chatting with you about all the mysteries of the universe.

She loves your passion for history and learning in general and loves to listen to you talk and teach her new things.

Would love to read anything you write.

Also loves listening to you reading to her. Your voice is so soothing and she loves laying her head in your lap while you lull her to sleep.

Having an all boy squad allows her to learn a few things when it comes to video games and she is surprisingly good, loving to play with you with a bowl of snacks that end up all over the couch because you two get so into the game that you can’t focus on anything else.

She would absolutely love your yorkie and treat them as their own, helping you with feeding, grooming, playing and loving on them. 

She would absolutely snack on pickles with you.

She obviously didn’t grow up in a small town but she loves that you had such a different childhood than her and that you’re proud of your background.

She’s a naturally bubbly person to begin with, so she’s not super into caffeine, but she’ll chug down a frappuccino or two without question. Just be prepared for some energy!!

She likes to exercise and stay in shape and encourages you to join her but doesn’t pressure you at all! It’s just more fun when you do it together.

Being insecure only makes her want to help you as much as possible.

Her feelings towards you do not change at all based on how you’re feeling, and she does everything she can to cheer you up and make you feel better.

She always encourages you to be open and queer and show how you really feel, bringing out your timid nature.

However, she doesn’t mind when you are timid at times. She just thinks you’re adorable.

She loves loves loves how passionate and stubborn you can be when she agrees with you.

Becomes your personal hype man and backs you up until the very end.

Doesn’t necessarily love when you’re on the opposite ends because she hates fighting with you but appreciates your dedication to your feelings nonetheless.

She loves how you’re respectful of everyone no matter what their beliefs are.

Overall, straight up in love with how kind hearted, selfless and passionate you are and tries to put that much back into the relationship.

“yeah, i don’t mind helping you today!” you said with a smile, your voice bright and chipper over the phone as you attempt to balance the bags in your arms.

you were currently helping a friend move out of their apartment into a home with their husband. you were so ecstatic that they even invited you to the wedding that when a post went out on social media asking for help, you jumped at the opportunity, wanting to show your gratitude in any way you could. your sweet girlfriend had work today but wished you good luck with a smile before she left, promising a nice and relaxing evening when you both returned.

your evening would now be ruined as you worked your way to the other side of town to help your friend put together a new piece of furniture. you weren’t necessarily the brawn of the bunch but you had a quick brain and a knack for catching onto things quick and took pride in your ability to help anyone you could.

some people called you an empath, but you just thought of yourself as a kind person, always wanting to help out. you felt as if it was the least you could do for your friends. after all, they didn’t have to be your friend, but they stuck by your side anyways, so you wanted to show your appreciation in any way you could!

huffing, you knocked on the door to your friends apartment, mustering up the biggest smile you could manage as they opened the door. honestly, all you wanted to do was curl up next to your girlfriend, eat some snacks, play some video games and just relax, but alas, here you were, attempting to not nail yourself to the wooden board you were currently hammering away at.

it was late at night when you finally returned, dropping your bag unceremoniously to the ground, shuffling into the living room to see Mina passed out with a bag of popcorn in one hand, a controller loosely held in the other. you smiled softly, taking the things out of her palms and draping a blanket over her content frame. you stumbled into bed yourself, barely managing to get ready before sleep consumed you, exhausted not only physically but mentally as well.

you were awoken with soft kisses pressed to your brow and whispers, promises of the day to come. wearily, you opened one eye to see the figure of your girlfriend practically draped over your body, giggling in excitement. 

“what are you up to?” you groggily asked, rubbing your eyes and blinking the sleep out of them, trying to prepare yourself for the day to come.

“we’re going to have a day just to ourselves! i’m off of work and you are officially not allowed to help anyone but me and you today, okay?”

“sure, that sounds lovely,” you replied with your own soft smile, reaching forward to caress her face with the back of your hand, relishing in the way she leaned into your touch like a cat.

the day started off perfect: a nice warm bath, relaxing shoulder massages, a big, hearty breakfast that had you full in the best way possible and a round of mario kart which you lost, badly, blaming it on your dreamy feelings from the food before. it was only when you got a call from your friend from yesterday asking if you could help them once again continue to move out of their apartment that things got difficult.

“(y/n), you can’t go there! you promised me a day just for the two of us. you helped them all day yesterday, and i’m sure they won’t mind if you say no,” Mina argued, raising her voice in a whine, desperate to keep you here for the rest of the day.

“Ashido, you don’t understand. i can’t just say no. they’re my friend and they need help, how can i deny them?”

“it’s moving furniture and boxes, not a life or death situation. please, just stay home! i’ll rub your feet, i’ll let you beat me in any game that you want, we can go to the park and take the dog for a walk, or you can nap all day. i just want you with me. you’ve been working yourself so hard and taking care of everyone so much. you deserve a day all to yourself.”

you sighed in defeat. you would usually fight to the ends for these kinds of things, but when Mina was sitting here, wide eyed and practically on her knees, you couldn’t resist, simply nodding your head. texting your friend that you were sorry and you couldn’t help today was not an easy thing to do, but you knew you needed a day to recoup.

when Mina first came into your life as your partner, it wasn’t an easy adjustment, but it was the best decision you had ever made. she forced you to sit back and relax, to take time for yourself, and she was always there without question, listening to you rant for hours, holding you while you cried, cheering you on as you took leaps and bounds in your life. she was your best friend and you couldn’t ask for anyone better than her and it was why you said no to your friend, opting to show her that she meant just as much to you as you did to her. 

the rest of the day went by in a blur, filled with lots of kisses, candy fights, baking cookies, taking a long stroll in the park with your sweet yorkie and endless ramblings about everything and anything.

it was only when you were laying down, Mina’s head in your lap as you read her a story that you truly were able to appreciate what she did for you. things like this may seem small, but when your girlfriend is a pro hero, things tend to get busy, and yet she still took time out of her week to focus on your relationship. it made you realize that you were, in fact, one lucky person. 

[80s-roger]

EX ~ Roger Taylor {part 7: last}

I am sorry for not posting the last chapter for days but I got accepted at the university out of my city and I was absent, looking for apartments. Now here’s the last chapter of the Ex series. A new idea will come really soon! We’ll all need holy water after that hehe!

content: soft core smut, cocky behaviour, fluff

word count: 2.5k

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ON WITH THE STORY!

Roger decided to spend the entire day with you. He didn't leave you. You received so many phone calls that day, it exhausted you. You picked up none of them. He tried his very best to cheer you up but it was inevitable. He didn't let you open either the radio or the tv. Nothing. All you did was playing scrabble, cooking together and read poems to each other. Brian and John came by, by night. You were sleeping at your bed when he came to your home. Roger opened the door for him.

"How's she?" Brian asked.

"She's in a very bad mood. She tried to hide it the entire day but I could read her face." Roger moved his head disappointed.

"Did you let her cry at least?" He ironically said and Roger looked at him in wonder. "I mean Roger, it's impossible for her not to cry or hide her emotions. She's exposed out there, how do you think she'd react?" Brian took your place and the three of them sat at the couch.

"All I am just saying is that it will be over soon. What does the press say?" He asked curiously.

"You know... Bad stuff..." John took the lead between him and Brian.

"Can you be more clear please?" Roger asked.

"There wasn't any shot from the tape, thank God! There are just public pictures of her saying she's cheating on you with an unknown guy after sex tape was leaked." John explained, moving his eyes fastly.

"Just that?" He asked again raising his palms.

"Well, there were articles saying how hot the tape was, she took the lead and saying naughty words at the camera. Which means, they saw it, didn't they?" He asked trying not to believe what he just said. Brian looked at him compassionately.

"Listen Rog, we're sorry for all this thing, but tomorrow's the conference and you have to make it clear. Don't let them destroy both of you." Brian intervened. "They know what kind of a person you're in public, they wouldn't get offended as they'd be with John or me if you told them straight in their face to fuck themselves. You got me?" He asked Roger.

"Yeah I got you... But it must be really over. Her employer sent her a redundancy pay and a note saying she's fired a couple of hours ago." Roger whispered.

"Doesn't she know she's fired?" John asked.

"She believes it'll happen sooner than expected. So she doesn't really freak out about it." Roger said and poured out another cigarette.

"Hey I didn't know we were expecting any visitors." You said coming outside of your bedroom. You woke up from a long-ass sleep.

"Hey baby, they came here to check on us..." Roger stood up, coming close to you and checking on you.

"Hello Y/N!" They both said.

"Hi Brian, hi John..." You said back and they smiled at you."Roger what will you d-" you interrupted yourself when your gaze ran towards the white folder. "What is that?" You asked curiously.

"It's um... your boss... He fired you..." he silently said.

"Oh..." That was the only thing you could say. "It was about time to happen..." You bit your lip.

"How do you feel?" He asked wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Like shit..." You said and Brian with John tried not to giggle. Roger looked at them with his death stare.

"Maybe we should let you both rest. Rog, be there tomorrow." Brian told Roger.

"Yeah, goodnight..." He followed them over the door and locked it when they finally left. "So it's just us." He looked at you.

"Yeah, so?" You asked confused. You obviously didn't feel uncomfortable with him.

"I want you to come with me tomorrow morning. Please." He came closer to you, staring into your eyes.

"No fucking way, Roger. I'm ashamed. I can't." You shook your head in denial.

"Please y/n! Look what am I doing for you! I'm involving myself into this mess to make you feel less ashamed! You know I'm doing it for you! Because I love you!" His sudden meltdown made you shiver. He looked desperate and stressed. You immediately pressed your lips against his, making him feel calm.

"Fine, I'll be out there with you. Just put me at the place you and the boys will be before and after the conference." You said and his expression was dead serious.

"Deal." He nodded. "How about go inside? We'll have to wake up at six... Mhm?" he gently said, rubbing your back.

"Fine." You just said and you both went inside your bedroom.

You laid in your bed again, watching your blonde man taking off his clothes, staying only on his underpants. It was such a pleasing moment, you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"What?" He smiled at you while your eyes were on his body.

"I love watching you taking off your clothes." You smiled back. Your stress was suddenly away.

"Do you know what I love besides you?" He asked, coming on the bed, lying between your legs. You moved your head, wondering. "I love watching you cum on my mouth." His palm moved on your panties and you instantly got wet. His dirty words, made you want him to eat you out.

"Eat me out, Roger. I need it." You begged, closing your eyes.

"Be my guest baby..." He softly said, taking your panties off with slow moves. You exposed your entire private area in front of him. "Mmm, baby you're so wet for me." He said giving you a soft kiss at your labia. You moaned. He was giving you small kisses until he let his tongue out so he'd finally lick you.

"Fuck Roger, I need your fingers..." You moaned and grabbed his blonde hair with your hand moving him as close as he could get.

His mouth sucked your clit slowly, while his finger inserted your vagina with slow moves. "You need more fingers, don't you love?" He asked teasing you when he locked eyes with you.

"Hell, yes..." You moaned in pleasure.

He had two fingers inside you, while his mouth, took good care of your erected clit. "Is this how you want it? You want to cum on my mouth?" He asked, caressing your thighs.

"Yes please baby..." You begged.

He had three fingers inside you, moving in and out with gentle moves while your liquids exited your inside area. With his smooth tongue, he licked them, cleaning you from the mess coming out. "Babe, you taste so good oh my god..." He moaned while rubbing your clit and fucking you with his fingers.

"Shit baby I'm gonna cum!" You moaned until your legs were shaking and you let out small breaths.

"That's my tasty good girl..." He said licking his fingers and took again your panties, placing it between your legs.

He laid next to you, covering both of you with the sheets. He kissed your lips and entered his tongue inside your mouth, getting an idea of what you taste like.

"I fucking love you Roger." You said at his face, with your hands wrapped on his cheeks.

"I fucking love you too. Tomorrow's gonna be another different day. You'll be with me." He kissed you again. "Let's sleep now, okay?" He asked and you nodded. There was no spooning tonight, just him, hugging you with his arm around you.

the next day: press conference

You were in the car with Roger. The car driver was taking you to the place where the conference would be held. You were nervous, playing with your fingers. Roger noticed your actions and grabbed them inside his palms.

"It's going to be fine. Leave it to me. You know I'm trolling them at all the interviews." He looked at you.

The car pulled over, which means you arrived. There were four different cars, one in front of the other in which each member of queen was inside. So many divas. The car driver opened the door for Roger and you, after Freddie and John with his wife got out and were walking through the main door. Your heart was beating really fast. Roger held your hand and got out first. He checked on you before starting walking, Brian was walking with you both. The paps were taking snaps of you and Roger.

"Tell us about the sex tape!" They were shouting.

"How can you still be with Roger? Didn't you cheat on him?" A pap asked in front of Roger and your boyfriend was starting to lose temper. He'd throw anything he'd find right there at his face. You strongly grabbed his hand as a gesture to not say anything.

You finally walked inside the lobby. There was a woman at her mid-thirties who welcomed us but especially the boys.

"There's the room we can host you before the press conference begins." she pointed us a hallway. "Follow me." She smiled and we all followed her.

There was an average room, with all our goodies inside to spend our time while the boys were getting interviews. We did have a telly, with CAM1 showing the front row, in which you could clearly see and hear the band.

"The conference starts in five minutes, the journalists are waiting for you." She said and left us alone.

"Darling, they're definitely not journalists. These paps get paid to ask private questions." Freddie ironically said to her. She ignored his comment and left.

John was talking with his wife, Veronica while Brian and Freddie were having a philosophical discussion about the world. Roger sat on the couch next to you, hugging you.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Just nervous. You heard before." You touched his hand.

"Didn't I? What an ass..." He groaned. "Just let me handle the occasion, okay?" He asked.

"Okay, handle it cool." You eased him because he's not a calm man and everyone knows it.

Six minutes passed and the woman called them outside the studio. The paps started taking shots of the members while they were walking through the counter.

Brian was all smiles and good mood, Freddie had the diva attitude, John his family-friendly attitude and Roger his beware bites attitude.

The questions started already, Roger and Freddie were smoking but Roger was the most silent one for the first time. His black sunglasses covered the anger he was hiding behind them. Fortunately, there were about seven questions about their upcoming album and their tour, until the press approached Roger for the tea to be spilt. But they were playing with the wrong person.

"Roger could you please tell us about your girlfriend's sex tape?" a pap asked. Brian looked at his bandmate.

"What do you want to know about it?" he asked.

"When was it filmed?" He asked while the flash couldn't stop giving sudden lights to the room. You were really nervous when the question was on the table.

"Why? To make your calculations if she's cheating on me?" He eagerly said.

"If you don't feel alright with it, we got your back," John whispered to him.

"Darling, he got this," Freddie said to John's ear.

"Is she cheating on you?" He asked curiously.

"No, she's not. Is that what you wanted to ask?" Roger aggressively said.

"Then who was the man behind the camera? And who sent it to the press?" Another pap asked and Roger's temper tried to stay still.

"It was me." He moved his shoulders unbothered and the crowd made a wooo sound showing shocked.

"How can it be you? You're a star, you don't want things like that to ruin your fame?" He said in disbelief.

"Who said it can't be me? I'm a man of sudden risks. I and my fiance wanted to show you how wild our sex can be. You should get inspired by the video, man." Roger trolled the pap and he never spoke again. Another pap stood up making another question. Roger internally wished you were wild on the video.

"But your girlfriend on the video said the name Derek and Derek happens to be your recently fired promo manager." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You and Roger lost it. Roger got pale but Freddie took the lead.

"She said darling, little curious man. Don't you know she has a Geordie accent? Obviously not!" He ironically said and Roger touched his friend's leg secretly as gratitude.

"And what about Derek?" He asked again.

"He wasn't good at his work. We had to fire him." Brian intervened.

"So will we expect a new sex tape from you Roger?"

"Yes with my future wife, y/n, which we are really excited about. We are about to begin a porn career. You know man, she has the tits I got the dick." You laughed when he said, feeling flattered he loves that and so did the rest of the band.

"Good to hear." He noted the answer.

The conference was over after twenty minutes. The band came inside the room. Roger grabbed you around his arms kissing you.

"How was it?" He asked nervously. "Did I handle it well?" He added.

"That was better than I thought baby... Thank you a lot." you thanked him and hugged him.

"Anytime baby, don't let those fucks upset you. Handle it like I did out there. Troll them." He laughed. "So um..." He started.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Will you be my wife? I'm not that romantic type of man you wished you had but at least answer my damn awkward question." He said and opened a small red velvet box. He revealed a silver ring with three diamonds at the top. He was looking at you like a puppy, waiting to get its treat. The other people in the room, meaning the bandmates and Veronica were staring in shock. They didn't expect that from Roger. Roger proposing to a woman. You couldn't say a single word. "I know y/n, we both slept with a lot of people but it's time for both of us to finally settle down. Get married and what's on. I know I was a lady's man, I don't deny it. But please answer me." He begged for your answer.

"Yes." You almost tore after his confession. He really loves you.

He finally got relaxed after hearing your positive answer. He wore the ring at your fourth finger. It looked so good on you.

"I love you y/n" he kissed you gently.

"And I love you." You said back and everyone around you applauded.

"Bring us the kids already!" Freddie joked and you all laughed.

taglist: @bohemiansweede @rogxtaylor @queendrumah @luvborhap

[heathcliffdt]

Whatever Souls Are Made Of

Summary: It had been three years since Gar last saw Rae, and he was still reminded of her in the most trivial little things. A post-Christmas fic.

It had been three years since Gar last saw Raven in person. Of course there had been a few calls here and there, but both sides were courteous enough not to sustain the calls for longer than necessary. Sometimes, he wonders if Raven was just being her usual self—he knew her, he knew that she was untrusting, she was skeptic, she doubted. And despite the fact that Garfield was among the few whom she trusted, he didn’t become complacent. He didn’t want to intrude or to impose. 

Besides, it had been three years already. 

What did he know about how she was doing?

He knew nothing anymore. He was brave enough to admit that. He was a realistic and pragmatic person now; he grew up. Should teen Garfield be present, he would pride himself that he had permeated through the brazen thick walls Raven had built around herself.

Before the team broke up, Garfield became confused. He was spending more time with Raven—they would hang out in her room, she’d show him some few harmless spells (how to establish a bond between familiar and sorceress, how to convert dried flowers to charms). It was a two-way street: Raven, on her part, met Gar halfway. She hang out with him, accompanied him to stupid arcades despite the blinding flashing lights and loud noises. One time, when chilling in the living room of the Titans Tower, Garfield playfully placed his headphones on Raven’s ears.

“What the—“

“Listen to this, Rae. Just give it a shot.”

She gave him a doubting look. “I don’t know, Beast Boy, you’re too loud for my liking. I’m sure your songs are too loud as well.”

“Yet you choose to hang out with me rather than turn me down,” he said. To this, Raven felt her cheeks heat up. She only hoped he did not see the red creep up in her cheeks.

Garfield fiddled through his phone, scrolling through his songs on his playlist. Raven tried peeking at his list to see if there were any familiar song. Suddenly, a song blasted through Gar’s headphones.

When Raven first heard the song, she gave Gar a questioning look. Beast Boy? This song? He listened to songs like this? That night, when she was in bed, Raven listened to the song Gar made her listen to earlier. Garfield had no idea of the little efforts Raven made to meet him halfway.

It was no brainer that Garfield and Raven were at the polar ends of a spectrum. Their compatibility even as friends are so, well, low. Raven would much rather isolate herself from the company of people; if she chose however to be with people, she would want to be with those who understand her. She loved Robin’s beautiful mind, and how reassuring he was of a friend. For Raven, Robin was the complementary muslin darkness to her moon. While Gar on the other hand, who was poor in handling his internal strife would prefer the company of those who could provide him the ability of forgetting his scars temporarily. People like Vic—and Terra even—made him forget that he was a monster. 

Clearly, Raven and Gar would be each other’s last option for a good company. 

Yet there they were, in front of the local theatre entrance three summers ago.

“A stage play? Really?” Raven raised her eyebrows at Garfield. At first, it appeared to her that maybe he was trying too hard. Theaters were simply not his interest, it was so not him.

“Ahhh hehe,” Garfield ruefully scratched his nape. “Hey, I dunno, I uh, love theatre. Thought you might want to see a play or something.”

Raven looked at Garfield. She felt Garfield. Garfield was always easy to read—on the surface level, that is. To her, Garfield was wild flowers, beautiful in a porcelain vase on top of a table. Wild, as they might be poisonous as well. She studied him carefully this time: he was nervous, the rate of his heart increasing. But she felt blitheness and warmth spreading in the fields of gardenias and flowering almond. The fact that the small futile happiness of Garfield scared Raven. Probably because his feelings crawled up to her skin and she felt in that moment that she was happy as well. 

“I, uh, I didn’t know that, Beast Boy. That you love theatre.”

He gave her his signature flashing smile. “‘Course! I’m a trash for the performing arts!”

To this she chuckled lightly. “Really now?”

“Hey, if this date turned out well, and you liked it, maybe we could see a musical or a classic reruns of Humphrey Boggart.”

“You watch Humphrey Boggart?”

“I gots class. Vintage,” he winked at her.

She rolled her eyes fondly and smiled. “So what are we seeing?”

“Wuthering Heights. It’s just a local production, but I looked up their blog and there were positive reviews.”

“Wuthering Heights?” Raven shot at him. Garfield’s eyes widened in brief terror as a response to Raven’s reactions. 

“Yeah, why? Is something wrong?”

Raven was not sure if he was pulling on her leg. Raven loved Wuthering Heights. It’s her favorite book. And Gar And Garfield was not supposed to know that. Or was he mocking her? Wuthering Heights screamed gothic what with all the elements of a gothic piece of literature present—the haunting ghost, the moor which never saw a blink of the sun, not to mention, the house with gothic architecture. 

“Beast Boy, what do you think you’re doing? Are you making fun of me?”

“What?” Garfield squinted his eye in confusion as he scratched his head. “What the hell are you talking about, Rae?”

“If this is some kind of joke, just don’t. I know you think I’m creepy, bu—“

“Whoa, whoa. Why the hell are you bringing this up now? And didn’t we settle this before?”

Raven felt Garfield’s emotions piqued up. It shifted quickly like a madman. One moment he was so reluctant and bashful, the next he was excited and pumping, and now he was just straight out frustrated and quite confused. Raven pursed her lips and this time, thought carefully of the words she would let loose.

“Garfield,” she said softly. 

Gar’s shoulders slumped to this. His frustration and annoyance immediately escaping his senses. “Rae? What’s wrong? Something’s wrong, isn’t there?” because Raven had not called Garfield his real name ever until this very moment.

“Garfield,” his name in the movement of her lips was an irony: it was a foreign word but senses screamed at her that no, it was not. “Wuthering Heights is my favorite book.”

“It is? Then that’s sweet, isn’t it? I just don’t see why you’re getting all mad at me. Please let me understand.”

“I mean, I, uh, I love the book for a great many reasons, Gar. Not because it’s, you know,” Raven cleared her throat.

“What?”

“Not because it’s what you call creepy.”

“Oh.”

Okay. Now he understood. After that particular misunderstanding, Gar never told Raven that she was creepy. He admitted that it was a careless remark but it did not incapacitate him from pursuing a deeper friendship with him. “Hey, I know you must know that I’m not the biggest fan of books out there, but I am aware that Wuthering Heights is a gothic tale.”

Raven did not respond. She shifted on her feet awkwardly to Gar’s remarks.

“If you think I’m pulling a joke on you, or making fun of who you are, then you’re wrong.”

Garfield held Raven’s hand in his. At his touch, Raven lowered her head to hide the beet red on her face. 

“I just want you to enjoy the things I find cool. Seriously, Rae. Also, I would never use the things you love against you. Why would I even?”

The only response she gave him was a tight affirmative squeeze at his hand.

On Christmas morning, Raven woke up to a brown package that arrived through mail.

It had been three years since she last celebrated Christmas. For her, Christmas was all about being with loved ones; she had been living alone for three years, and her walls had never been higher and more solid than ever. Just why would she even celebrate the holiday? Sure she did receive postcards and pictures from her friends which overtime turned to just phone calls and sms, but to actually go as far as celebrating it, what’s the use if you’re alone? 

It was a surprise that there was actually a package for her that Christmas. A real Christmas present. 

Raven was a sentimental person. Of course things scarred her. She didn’t detest the holiday. How could she, when it was among the nicest and warmest she had ever felt. To commemorate, the only effort she exerted for the memory of Christmas was when she brew ginger tea. It tasted like the cookies she and her friends baked on Christmas eve—Starfire overdoing her cookies, and Gar liking the remains of the bowl of the cookie dough. 

She went to her counter and poured hot water over her teacup. Carefully she took a small sip. Raven lifted the package and studied it. ‘Huh, who could have given it?’

She unwrapped the present disinterestedly. Maybe it was just her landlady giving out towels or planners or some compulsory gifts demanded by their unwritten contract. 

When Raven opened it however, it was a tattered secondhand copy of her favorite book. 

Wuthering Heights the cover read. Underneath it was the name of the author, Emily Brontë, in a smaller, thinner and less defined font. 

She stood there for a good couple of minutes, her tea had probably ran cold. Her hands shivered as she held the book. Her mouth gaped at it in awe and in panic. It took her another minute before her mind told her to flip through the pages.

When Raven opened the cover of the book, a piece of paper showed itself before her. After reading what was written in the paper tucked in between the cover and the first page, she knew that it was the best Christmas present ever. 

For a long time, it was kindness that made her cry. Not pain, not hurt, not betrayal. But kindness.

Rae,

Merry Christmas. I hope this came in on time. I haven’t seen you for a long time already, but I remember you in a lot of things. I got this copy from a secondhand store. And I know it’s a dumb idea to gift you one since it’s your favorite. Surely you already have a copy of it. I miss you. Take care.

-Gar

an: hello !!!! this is my first bbrae fic i ever post and it is not timely so forgive me. lets be friendsss. also it had been my headcanon that raven's fave book is wuthering heights since i think she has an exquisite taste in classic literature and is a romantic herself. and the song that bb made raven listen to was i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie. :> 

[kpopandstarwarswhynot]

My insane ramblings about Jungle Park by @jimlingss - part 1

.‘Hi! I don’t usually do this. Actually, this is my first time doing it but tumblr doesn’t have a solid comment section like AO3 so I decided to leave my comments here on the ten chapters released so far.

My insane ramblings about Jungle Park by @jimlingss​

Chapter 01 - reader (me) was surprised to see that the main character was a taxi driver! It was a very good surprise tho, I like small unique touchs like this. She could have been a waitress and bartender or any job that had shifts, but you chose something different and I'm curious to know if it was random or not? *pensive reader*. I felt sorry for her with those party girls, because I totally knew she was going to throw up. I felt sorry for Jimin too, dealing with all the office BS just because Hoseok Sunshine (reader says that sarcastically), is too scary. I loved how Jimin just left the problem there and walked out, he is too fed up at this point I can see.

Main character looking for a job is me, even the part where she sees an amazing job and thinks she wasn’t good enough. The Mc Donald’s’ interview got me laughing so har.  “Well, I’ve eaten at this franchise a lot.” I was in tears reading it. You are a great at doing fun dialogues. The old lady set her straight tho and she needed it.

Hoseok’s description was on point, completly perfect. I love his sun-kissed skin and sharp jawline. *reader is dreaming now*

She did great at the interview even thought she was very nervous and she was very bold at asking for the job like that, I like her personality.

I got surprised again to find out that they knew each other...I mean, Hoseok doesn’t remember it but something happened between them clearly. I’m very curious to know more about it.

To wrap this first chapter comment up, your writing is amazing and it really got me hooked since the beginning. So hooked, that I went to bed like 2 a.m. reading more of your fanfic.

Chapter 1.5 - Jennie, as in BLACKPINK’s Jennie? I’m curious to see if this part is going to fit somewhere down the road.

Chapter 02 - Annnnddd of course Hoseok didn’t pick anyone... why would he? He isn't the one hearing other people’s problems. “Is thee anyone who won’t give you a headache?” This was the winning line for Jimin, right there he got Hoseok. I’m glad Jimin exists !!

Poor M/C, she had to wait for a week just because Hoseok is a pain the buttocks. *I have anxiety, waiting kills me.*

Again, another suprise. A divorce law firm wasn’t what I was expecting. You are full of surprises for me I see :D.

I loved everyone in the office and I’m glad to see you are using a different recipe when comes to the support characters. You have actual characters, not just the boys and a close to friend tot he M/C like most fanfics. The lawyers law team is my favorite group, they are too funny for their own good. Also, I can see Sunyi and Yoongi’s banter making very funny scenes more ahead.

Hoseok was a huge dick saying that her office was a storage room, she didn’t need to know that. And, of course he didn’t gave her a proper training *roll eyes*, how she was supposed to do stuffs????

That is my girl! I loved that she didn’t dwell on the sad office/storage room situation. She went out and made it better!

Of course Jin would show up at the sight of food. That boy really loves food.

Have the feeling that she is going to get a lot of complains about Hoseok Sunshine (reader still says that sarcastically). And Sunyi complaining about Yoongi, here and there hehe. I was glad to see people going there and trying to talk to her a little bit.

Is Hosoek seriously wacthing her door like a hawk???? Doesn’t he had something better to do? *reader is judging* Jimin, in the other hand, is having the time of his life. Especially with Hoseok’s misery.

I don’t know why Jimin is suprised that Hoseok did nothing to proper prepare the M/C. Even I knew he wasn’t going to do shit. 

Jimin's words encouraged her to get a death setence kkkkkk.

Hoseok is a crontrol freak, a little survey isn’t going to get things out of control...

...okay, I said that a little too soon...

I can not, or maybe I can, that they are all outside Hoseok’s office hearing them fight. LOL

JIMIN RUNNING AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LMAO!!

Chapter 03 - OMG! Hoseok is such a vindictive drama queen. I can not believe he is going to make her fire somoene just because she did a survey. Poor M/C and Kei, they were innocent there. I would cry with the secretary if I was in the M/C’s place. 

Poor thing, being called Hoseok’s henchman on her what? second day? third day? And she was almost making friends... *sad song playing*

The hiring interview dialogues was perfect! I loved every bit of it. You are a very creative person, I’m delighted with your writing.

He says “it is just a recepcionist” now. If she hires anyone he would kill her.

“Don’t complain to me when  I actually do my job.” HA IN HIS FACE! I’M LOVING HER.

The scene with her and everyone leaving was very sad... I just wanted to hug her. I like how she took some sad energy and transformed into something producitive.

Jimin is definitely having the time of his live!

I prefer gray to yellow but okay... I’m a black and white kind of girl.

Chapter 04 - Hoseok really enjoy putting her in difficult positions doesn’t he??? *reader glares at hoseok*

This Lisa girl really doesn’t like the M/C... I can not blame her. She was closer to Kei than she was form the M/C, so for her the M/C is the main villian.

I’ve been in Seubi’s place too. Being in a place that makes you unhappy isn’t the healthy. The M/C advice was really great.

oh shit, Hosoek is mad...And the girl quit already?? She was truly unhappy.

I can not believe she used the law to run way from the conversation. I’m deceased with that. HSAUSHAUSHAUHS Hosoek was clearly impressed and amazed with her, even thought he threatened to throw his mug at her.

OMG!!!! That bitch Kei! I was feeling bad for her but her attitude was completly childish. The M/C have a difficult life. Sweet side of Hoseok shows up. I loved to see him worried about her. I’m glad that people at the office didn’t say that she deserved it.

The gossips were the best LOL this always happens.

Trapped inside an elevator together, classic! I approve that scene. ^^

A PEEING CORNER? LOL I can not believe he mad a joke like that. Their entire light dialogue was perfection hun, I loved it. If I were to hightlight here my favorite lines, I would have to highlight it all because it was amazing.

Oh my, she is hiding stuffs about their past... I can feel it. I think they were more them just acquaintances.

Chapter 4.5 - THE TECHNICIAN SCENE WAS GOLD!

Chapter 05 - OHHH, she is still doing the taxi thing. But why? I mean, wasn’t the HR job supposed to help her get out of that life? Also, it is dangerous to drive while sleepy.

I loved her little revenge on the three stupid dudes tho...

The lunch thing...She was so excited, I felt really bad for her not being with her friends. In the other hand, she is going to lunch with the handsome Hosoek alone.

I love how their interations start stiff but end up being quite nice and natural in the end. Hoseok’s library story was the best kkkk.

She left her carrots for him? She stills cares for him I guess.

This was my opinion on the first five chapters. I didn’t want to write more than I could in a single post on tumblr.

If the author reads this: I’m totally in love with your fanfic. It is sweet and funny <3 

[avenging-fandoms]

Pregnant Wife / Joe Keery Headcanon

*requested by anonymous *long ass hc idea list pt.2 hehe Joe: -what drunk joe would be like            -daddy joe (like, actual dad joe, what he would beblike to his and yours newborn) -HIM FINDING OUT YOU ARE PREGNANT / HIS PROTECTIVE AND CARING ASS DURING THE PREGNANCY AND BIRTH -cooking/baking w him -netflix and chill -christmas morning/day -clingy joe -SLEEPY JOE MM YES BITCH -wedding ???? -husband joe?? -going to a concert w him -going to a post animal show and watch him amd the guys play and just being a supportive gf *in which joe finds out his wife, y/n, is pregnant and he’s so excited about *warning: swearin, i made this sad a lil cause it’s me lol *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

- so after telling joe you were pregnant

- the boy would be SO EXCITED

- like he couldn’t stop smiling

- and he couldn’t stop telling people

- he took you to set the next day and told everyone

- “y/n’s pregnant!”

- “hey, finn, you’re gonna be an uncle!”

- “wow joe, you’re living up to your mom character”

- and oH, he couldn’t keep the secret from social media!

- normally people would be like, 

- “i want this private for 5 months!”

- but not with joe

- he posted it without caring about the media

- that day when you two got home, he held you in his arms and smiled at you

- “you’re creeping me out”

- “i’m just happy”

- “you have an odd way of showing it”

- during the pregnancy when your stomach started to grow, joe would love to rub your stomach

- some people color when they’re stressed, he rubbed your stomach

- he would even talk to it sometimes

- “life is hard, but don’t worry, when you’re here, daddy will protect you forever”

- he kisses you stomach and the baby kicks!

- “woah! has that happened before?”

- “no, keep talking!”

- he would keep talking

- and then occasionally sing

- and the baby would kick more and more

- every day joe fell more and more in love with you

- maybe it was because you were carrying his child

- or because he knew you two were going to start a family

- but he fell more in love with you

- and you fell more in love with him, too

- every day after work or script reading he would give you and your stomach extra kisses

- and he would be extra protective of your safety!!!!

- and when you were close to your due date, he would baby proof literally everything

- even though the baby wouldn’t be walking any time soon

- he said “fuck it!”

- literally

- you watched (and laughed) as he put the nursery together

- anD WHEN YOU WANTED TO PAINT THE ROOM, HE MADE YOU WEAR A MASK BECAUSE OF THE FUMES

- cause he’s such a protective fuckin dad

- watching him get ready for the baby, it made you realise he would be an excellent dad

- you and him said to wait to know the gender

- and it was killing joe on the inside!!!!!!!

- he wanted to know if he was gonna have a prince or princess

- “i sound so lame, calling him a prince if he’s a boy”

- “i find it adorable”

- and when it was a week until your due date

- joe got nervous

- like, more nervous than he ever has been

- “you okay, babe?”

- “what if i’m not a good dad?”

- “what?”

- “yeah, what if i’m terrible? what if i don’t know how to change him or her? what if i can’t stop them from crying? what if-”

- you took his hands in yours and looked at him

- “you’re going to be an excellent dad. you want to know how i know? is because of how well you treat your nephews and nieces. how calm you are around my sister’s baby. remember when you held her? how you took her into the other room and she stopped crying? you’re going to be the best fucking dad ever, joseph david”

- “i love you so much, y/n y/l/n”

- “i love you so much more, baby”

- and when you water broke

- joe was SHAKING

- he was texting everyone you were in labor

- they hooked you up to the machines and you and joe waited

- and then news came

- “your baby is breach, and the only way we can save them is a cesarean section”

- you and joe both tensed

- “we’ll take you in in a couple minutes. sir, here are your scrubs to wear to come in with her”

- the nurse left and you were terrified

-”joe..”

- “i’ll be right next to you, baby”

- joe changed and you laughed

- “hey! no laughing at me!”

- “you look silly”

- “even more than usual?”

- “even more”

- you held his hand tightly until they took you in and he followed

- joe would not leave your side. he didn’t want to look at the surgery happening

- his fingers stroked your cheek lightly as you were in your groggy state

- joe’s eyes never left your face, until he heard little cries

- “it’s a boy!”

- “y/n it’s a boy” he chuckled with tears in his eyes

- “mm” you hum

- your heart rate started to slow down

- “she’s losing a lot of blood!”

- “wait, can i see my ba- y/n!”

- they pushed joe out of the room and he slid off his scrubs

- he sat on the chairs outside of the room

- “joe?”

- the crying man looked up and saw his friends

- “what happened?”

- “she-she had a c-section and lost a lot of blood”

- the group of teenagers (finn, millie, gaten, caleb, noah, sadie) and the adults (natalia, charlie, david, dacre) hugged him as he sobbed

- “i’m scared”

- all 11 of them sat outside of the room, some on the floor and some on the chairs

- “mr. keery?”

- joe stood straight up

- “quite a crowd”

- “they’re.. my family. h-how is she? how’s my baby?”

- “follow me, mr. keery”

- millie and sadie gave him quick pecks on the cheeks and the boys gave him a soft pat

- “thanks guys”

- he followed the doctor into the room and you laid on the bed with the tiny baby boy in your arms

- “baby” he breathed and went over, kissing you sweetly

- he sat on the bed and looked at his baby boy

- “he’s so tiny”

- “here, hold him”

- joe took the tiny boy in his arms and laughed, tears running down his face

- “hi baby. hi baby boy, i’m your daddy”

- the baby looked up at joe

- “he recognizes your voice”

- “we need to decide a name for him”

- joe rocked the boy carefully

- “how about david? you know, like your middle name. and his full name could be david blake keery”

- “i love it,” joe looked up at you “and i love you”

- “may we come in?”

- you gasped happily

- “yes, please!”

- “be careful kids, she’s still-”

- “you’re okay!”

- joe got off the bed and watched as the teens hugged his wife

- “-sore”

- “i don’t mind, i love these kids”

- “they couldn’t stop talking about you and how you were out there”

- tears formed in your eyes

- natalia gave you a nice hug

- as did charlie

- and david (harbour) gave you a hug and a kiss on the head

- they all took turns passing david (the baby) around

- you and joe held each other closely 

- and joe was so fucking happy the two loves of his life were okay and well. 

[littleaprilcherryblossom]

@holy-hyuck 🤍

Haha, I always read replies straight away and sometimes even think about the reply but never actually reply? Thank you! I think it's gonna take me a while to get to a conversational point, and I'd like to practise my pronunciation too. I was confused with mange and manges, but I think I get it now? Verbs tend to be tricky in a lot of languages so I should've expected it 😅 That makes sense. In general premium has more options so maybe Duolingo premium is worth investing in too? For now I'm glad it's free because with uni starting up again soon I won't have time to commit enough to make it worth the money I'm spending on it, if that makes sense (also just got my timetable and yeah, I'll definitely be busier than last year 😂) Glad you're happy with your results! Auch, bleaching hair makes me nervous, I already had mine bleached and was told I'll have to do it again, and I just KNOW my hair will be so weak after. Blue hair apparently needs lots of maintenance and just reading about all of it made me anxious (I'm in general an anxious mess rn so maybe that's why haha). Do you think your hair will be fine over time? Mine is quite thin and already damaged which is why I'm a bit worried. Also use a mask but instead of a conditioner, but I will start using a colour-depositing one once I dye my hair I do the same thing! Once I'm pretty sure I stayed up till 6am and when I was going to sleep the sun was rising 😭 yeah, I can be hella tired and still stay up so I get you Is baking something you enjoy a lot? I saw your post about what you do but do you mind saying what it's like to work there/what your tasks are? (I love cafes so I'm kinda jealous hehe) Yeah, I think that's the reason heh. Idk what was going through her mind, but I ended up getting to the flat, making hot tea and changing into some sweats. I'd love to go to a bonfire this year, I went to one with my flatmates last year and it was incredibly fun! Thank you! And you too !

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I totally get it haha, I also did that the other day when you sent your reply, I actually saw it for once but I was about to sleep and then I forgot 🤣

Yes of course take your time, I'm here to help if you need :) and yes verbs are the worst 😭 mange goes with the personal pronoun "je" = I and manges goes with "tu" = informal you but you'll see the ending depends on the groups I told you about last time and on the tense 😅

Yes maybe Duolingo Premium is good too, I just never really looked it up 😆 and yeah it was the same for me, the fact it is free is quite convenient 😊

My hair is also thin and it's still on my head after bleaching it 3 times so don't worry too much ! If you use a mask after and a conditioner after washing your hair you should be fine, mine is bot that damaged honestly!

Omg 6 am 😭 yesterday I went to bed around midnight but it's still too late 😭 I'm so tired today bruh

Yes I like baking ! I used to bake A LOT back in high school, like 3 times a week or so bit then I kinda stopped when I started uni because I didn't have time anymore 😦 usually I start the day by preparing the homemade juice and iced tea, then I prepare all the ingredients we might need for salads and toasts, I also do some deserts if we need more and in the afternoon I usually bake and do other miscellaneous things, for example this week I started the inventory of all the board games we have at the café and it takes so much time omg, the other day I counted all the little pieces to a game and there we like 4x75 + some cards 😭 it's a lot of work that needs a lot of patience 😅 and the other girl who also does voluntary work was drawing on the windows with chalk pens while I was busy with the games. My mission is also to do workshops for adults and children, and and create events for the people who come to the café (this is actually my main mission but for now because I'm still observing I am more in the kitchen than by the clients 😅 I enjoy working there but there is a a lot of work haha 😆 I'm also learning to do coffee, I did a few latte machiato already but I need to perfect my skills 😊

Yesh no wonder, I hope you didn't get sick 😟 oh yes bonfires !! I really enjoy fire idk why, they're really calming and pretty ☺️