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fairyhaos · 1 year

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❍ the 2k event: junhui + castle

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alternative title: you are my kingdom

pairing: crown prince!junhui x royalty!gn!reader

genre: historical royalty au, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers

word count: 1167

warnings: none

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The wind whistles through the castle, seeping in through under the heavy wooden doors, in through the windows that aren't quite sealed enough to keep away the small squeals of air. You hold your breath, trying to not make a sound, curling up even tighter in your spot in the wardrobe.

"Y/N?" A voice singsongs, and you stiffen at the sound of footsteps echoing on the stone floor outside of the room. "Where are you?"

The door to the room you're in creaks open, and you try to pretend that you're not there.

It doesn't work, though, because not even two seconds later, the wardrobe door swings open and a man grins down at you, dark eyes glittering.

"Aha! I found you!" Junhui declares, bright and happy, and you groan. He offers out a hand to help you to your feet, and you accept it, brushing off your clothes as you step out of the wardrobe. "Why are you even hiding in these rooms, anyway? You're never gonna need to come to the visitor's wing."

"Hey. We're playing hide and seek for me, you know. Because I don't know the layout if your castle. You never gave me boundaries!" you point out as Junhui leads you out of the room. "I wouldn't have known the boundaries, anyway. Because again. I don't know the layout of your castle."

Junhui laughs. "That's true. Well, anyway, now you know. These are the visitor wings, where we place the visiting royals or Lords who are coming to make relations with the King."

"Your father," you correct.

"The King," Junhui says again, smiling. "They don't come say hi to my father just because he's my dad, do they? They come because he's the King."

You shrug. "Fair enough."

"Do you wanna play another round of hide and seek?" Junhui asks. "We have some time before some duties we need to carry out. And then Father wants us to eat with him for dinner."

"Yes! Let's play another round!" you say, clasping your hands together. "I think I almost have down the important parts of the castle."

Junhui grins, and takes your hand. "Okay, let's go back outside! I'll count to one hundred again."

As Junhui drags you through his castle, laughing as you stumble over uneven cobblestones and barrel past surprised servants, you can't help but marvel at how different he is from any other Crown Prince you've ever met.

You can't help but marvel at how you're married to him.

It hadn't been a love marriage, but rather an arranged one, as most marriages between kingdoms' royal children were. You had little say in who you were going to marry, and Crown Prince Junhui had been chosen for you purely because your father had wanted to maintain peace with a newly emerged kingdom that showed potential to one day be powerful.

You were a pawn in the grand scheme of petty politics, to say the least. And you had hated it.

You had done your utmost to sabotage the engagement, refused all of Junhui's courting gifts, fiercely denied meeting him right up until the day of your marriage, insisting that if your freedom to choose who you were going to marry was being taken from you, then you were going to fight for every other little bit of freedom that you could.

The marriage had been a whistlestop affair, feeling more like a treaty signing with mildly more fanfare than the wedding it was meant to be, and that had infuriated you even more.

You'd vowed to despise Prince Junhui and his kingdom forever, especially when you'd been whisked away from your home to go live in his castle with him.

That is, until the day you walked in on Junhui in tears.

It had been an accident, with you still unaware of the castle layout having only been there a week, and your maidservant was little help, a snooty young lady who seemed to despise the fact that their "attractive young prince was marrying a person who could hold no candle to his beauty".

You were trying to search for the stables and had gotten hopelessly lost, wandering around the edges of the castle until you accidentally stumbled upon Junhui, hidden in the long grass in a dip in the stones where a turret met the straight walls, wiping his eyes.

It had startled you, to see him look so sad and lost, and in that moment it struck you that Junhui was in the same position as you, that he was stuck in a loveless marriage just like you, and here you were, snapping at him and avoiding him and being utterly horrible when his life surely wasn't looking any nicer than yours.

Silently, so as not to be noticed, you had stepped backwards and left him alone. And three days later, you sought him out in his chambers, hand outstretched and tentative smile on your face, asking for a truce.

And that leads you to where you are now, many months later. Running through the castle. Playing hide and seek to help you understand the layout of how your new home works.

"Your Highnesses!" the Head Knight yelps, practically throwing himself into the wall as the Crown Prince runs past, with you in tow. "Please be careful!"

"Sorry, Cheol!" Junhui yells back. "You're getting slow in your old age, though!" he adds, and you laugh.

There's something so youthfully beautiful about Junhui's face when he smiles like that, you think, as he rounds the corner and throws open the doors that lead outside into the courtyard.

He's so beautiful.

"Oh my God," you gasp, leaning against the wall, panting. "I think I'm getting slow in my old age."

Junhui laughs again, dark eyes twinkling. "Nonsense. You're young and fit and beautiful, nothing at all like the old hag that is Seungcheol."

You stifle a grin, trying not to focus on how his words make your heart thump oddly in your chest. "Sure, sure. I bet he could still run you through in the blink of an eye, though."

"Oh, definitely," Junhui says instantly, and you laugh at the promptness of his answer. "But our Court Physician? Wow, Jeonghan is even more of a hag, I swear. He never leaves his room."

You tilt your head. "Jeonghan?"

Junhui's eyes widen. "I haven't taken you to meet Jeonghan, have I? Don't worry, we'll do that first thing tomorrow."

It makes your heart warm, really, the amount of effort Junhui is putting in to make you feel comfortable in his kingdom. Ever since that incident those several months ago, he's been the one friendly face you've found comfort in within this new place. He's been your friend.

But as he beams at you before turning to face the wall, rambling on about how's he's going to count to 100 really slowly to allow you to choose the best hiding spot ever in this castle, a realisation hits you in the chest so hard that your eyes widen.

Oh, no.

"Junhui."

Junhui turns around, his face open, and he looks so beautiful that your heart thumps even harder and you're blurting out what you're thinking without even stopping to reconsider.

"I think I'm in love with you."

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galexystern · 1 year

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butterfly wings

chapter eleven; summer 1986 - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/reader aka steddie/reader

rating; E

warnings; fluff, smut (MDNI), oral (f & m receiving), jerking off, p in v sex, unprotected sex, double creampie, reverse cowgirl, spooning sex, au - canon divergence, fucked up the timeline a bit

word count; 3.5k

desc; you and your boys get together.

a/n; we're pretending adventures in babysitting came out in 1986 and not 1987 because i didn't realize and had already structured the chapter around it :)

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"Boys, can you please chill?" You're whispering. "I actually want to see this movie."

On either side of you, Steve and Eddie drop back into their seats. Steve pouts with puppy dog eyes, while Eddie whines quietly. The three of you are at the movies, seeing the latest release, Adventures in Babysitting. You're in the middle holding the popcorn Steve had bought and the candy Eddie had snuck in. Each boy has a drink, since they apparently can't agree on a soda to share—Coca-Cola for Steve and Dr. Pepper for Eddie. Girlfriend privileges also mean you can drink from either one during the movie. You also have a water bottle in your bag, in case all this junk food gets to be too much, or the boys start whinging about their stomachs hurting (but refuse to blame it on the junk food).

They'd both been kissing your neck, preparing to just all make out and not pay attention to the movie, which you do half the time. You've never understood it—why pay for the tickets if you're not gonna watch the movie—but when they drag you to a boring movie you don't want to see, how could you complain? They were much more interesting. But you want to watch this one, like you'd told them, so you push them back. They’re trying to make you feel bad, but it’s a fruitless endeavor.

"Come on," you continue at their looks. "I'm not stopping you two from making out." Eddie actually moves to stand, but stops when you add nonchalantly, "Though I think you'd like it too."

Knowing what you really mean, he sighs and sits back down, getting comfortable. You give him a grateful look and hold out your hand, which he takes. Steve hooks his foot around yours, and rests his arm on top of your seat, lightly placing his fingers on Eddie's shoulder to placate him further. With both of you touching him in some way, he relaxes. You hold back a giggle.

"Thank you," you say gently, meaningfully. Both of them lean over to kiss your cheek, and this time you giggle out loud.

And you turn out to be right. Both of them do like the movie—Eddie for its action and crazy plot, Steve for its love interest Dan (you thought he would identify with him)—as do you, for lead Chris and the romantic story. On the way home, you talk animatedly about the events in the city, and speculate whether it'll be like that when you move to Providence in August, though you do point out that it's much smaller than Chicago, where the movie takes place. Eddie and Steve wave away your comment, and feed off each other to propose more and more wild things that could happen. You just watch and listen, amused.

You're attending Rhode Island's Johnson & Wales University in the fall, pursuing a degree in event management. Nina's wedding had been fun to plan and manage, and your friends had convinced you to apply for a program in event planning. You hadn't actually planned on going to school for event management, but J&W had surprised you by offering the most scholarship money, and you'd fallen in love with the campus when Nina had driven you on a college tour during the winter.

You'd voiced your hesitation to the boys once you'd gotten together, but they didn't wait a second to encourage you to go. Neither of them had concrete plans and so you mutually decided you would all go together—Eddie could do music anywhere, and Steve was still searching for what he wanted and thought traveling could help. Robin and Vickie were pretty upset that both you and Steve were leaving—someone had used the word “devastated”—but you'd both promised them there would be plenty of visits home and in Providence. Nina was just relieved you were in the same timezone—though she was happy it was her wedding that caused all this.

Steve pulls up to the apartment complex and hops out, still theorizing with Eddie even as he gives you his hand to help you out of the car. They keep it up all the way upstairs and into Steve's apartment, where you leave them in the living room and check if Robin is home. Looks like she's out—probably with Vickie. They'd officially gotten together a little after you, Steve, and Eddie had, to your delight.

You wander back to the boys, toeing off your shoes and dropping your bag along the way. You lean against the doorway and stare at Steve and Eddie, still talking chaotically. You smile, in awe and wonder and joy, as you marvel that they're yours and you're theirs.

Eventually they taper off and notice your distance. They look at you curiously, blissfully silent. You smirk. "Well, boys, looks like we're here alone. Should we pick up where we left off?"

Before you can finish the question, both of them are stalking towards you, but Steve comes too fast and you knock foreheads.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he jokes, making you giggle. Then he pulls you towards him and kisses you hungrily, while Eddie plasters himself against your back and starts sucking at your neck. You kiss Steve back with a passion, still grateful you got a second chance to get it right, even after all this time. Even after every kiss they have given you since.

When you need to breathe, Eddie forces your head to the side and kisses you too, licking inside your mouth with a domineering tongue. You let him take what he wants, wanting him to do what he likes with you.

"Well, pretty girl, how would you like us this evening?" Steve asks as he nibbles on your earlobe. Ever mindful of your confession that you want to save yourself for love, either he or Eddie asks a variation of that question when it gets spicy, letting you set the pace. It makes the butterflies that are always in your stomach when they're around move in double-time.

You hum, enjoying as Eddie presses hot kisses to your jaw on his way back to your neck, where he starts sucking a hickey into the skin. You've been ruminating lately, wondering whether it was the right time. You hadn't been entirely sure, but in this moment, you know it is. It's what you've been waiting for.

"I wanna—" You break off into a moan as Steve grinds his hips into yours. Breathily, you try again. "I wanna do it. Wanna go all the way."

Both Steve and Eddie stop their ministrations, and you whine at the loss of sensation. "Baby," Steve says gravely, lifting your chin so you're looking him in the eye. "Are you sure?"

You nod firmly.

"Come on, sweetheart," Eddie prompts. "Gotta hear you. What do you want?"

Presence of mind back, however briefly, you state, "I want both of you to fuck me." Sweet and to the point.

It works too, because your boys groan in sync and dive back in to taste you again with a feverish fervor. You squeal at the suddenness of their actions, but it soon turns into small whimpers and moans as they ramp up the mood again.

Steve pushes you backwards gently, and Eddie gets the point, tugging you with him into the hallway and down to Steve's bedroom. Thankfully he has a king-size bed, and so whenever you tumble onto it, no one goes falling off. Eddie sits, keeping you on his lap facing the room, making you sit directly on his crotch and hardening cock. He grunts at the friction and chases after it, moving your hips so you keep grinding against him.

Steve stands in front of you, kissing you again, fresh desire lacing his movements. When you need to breathe, he leans back, both of you panting. "So our beautiful girl finally wants to get fucked, huh?"

You nod and hum a yes, words taken away by Eddie's cock starting to hit your clit through your underwear.

"Think she's wearing a bit more clothes than she should, don't you think, Harrington?" Eddie asks, the air brushing against your ear and making you shiver.

"You know what, you're completely right, Munson," Steve agrees. "Okay, honey. Up and clothes off."

Eddie helps you to stand and you step away so you can undress as quickly as you can. But your hands stutter as Steve slips into your previous position and kisses Eddie, who reciprocates happily. You can't tear your eyes away as their lips move against each other, haphazardly removing articles of clothing as you belatedly remember how to take them off. When you're finally naked, Steve is mouthing at Eddie's neck, whose head is thrown back in pleasure.

You walk to the other side of the bed and climb on, tangling your hands in Eddie's hair and tugging his face towards yours. You kiss him, swallowing the whimpers he releases as Steve nips at his skin playfully.

"Who do you want first, angel?" Steve asks breathlessly, leaning back from Eddie but not going far. You wrench away from Eddie to look at him, making Eddie whine as you still have a hold on his hair. You let go and rub his shoulder apologetically, all while making searing eye contact with Steve. "Well?" He prompts again.

You shrug helplessly.

Steve chuckles. "Personally, I would like to go first, if that's okay with you, baby," he says, cupping Eddie's cheek. Secretly, despite knowing you're on the pill, he can't stop thinking about fucking you full of his cum and imagining you pregnant with his baby.

"Fine with me," Eddie replies. Secretly, there's something that thrills him about the idea of fucking you while Steve has already cum inside.

"Such a good boy," Steve coos as he leans forward and kisses Eddie. After, Eddie rolls his eyes, but you see the way he swallows heavily. He's got a praise kink just like the rest of you.

You drop your chin and put on a shy face. "What is it, princess?" Eddie asks when he notices.

"Can I..." You trail off, and both boys nod encouragingly. "Can I pick the arrangement?"

"Of course, my love." Steve is melting. "Whatever you want."

"How do you want us, baby?" Eddie rubs his hand on your thigh soothingly.

"Mm, I want Steve lying down." Before you can add more, you're being moved, lifted off the bed as Eddie stands and Steve does as you asked. You motion him farther up, and he scoots back until his head is on the pillows. "And you're here," you point to a spot in between Steve's spread legs, looking at Eddie. He follows directions, kneeling there obediently. "And I'm here." You clamber onto the bed and swing your leg over Steve, facing Eddie. "And no more pants."

Eddie scrambles to take his off, as you unbutton Steve's for him, pushing until Eddie takes over and pulls them off, boxers included. Shirts had been discarded long ago; you don't even remember when they were removed.

You stare at their cocks as they're revealed. You've seen them before, of course—you've done many other things that aren't penetrative sex—but they take your breath away every time. They're both big and gorgeous, Eddie just a little longer but Steve a bit wider. You never thought you'd be into blowjobs, but they do make your mouth water.

You start to move down Steve's body, towards that beautiful cock, when he catches your hips and stops you. He tuts. "Haven't you learned by now, honey?" He asks a tad condescendingly, making you flush. "You cum first."

"Every time?" You whine, as you accommodate his desire for you to slide back on him.

"Every time, princess," Eddie says with a mean smirk. The reassurance makes your arousal flare brighter and he knows it.

And then you're whining for a completely different reason. Steve wastes no time as he plants his lips on your pussy and makes you sink down against him. He tongue moves magnificently, immediately searching out and finding your clit, teasing it before moving lower and licking inside you. You're so wet that the dirty sounds are pronounced in the quiet room.

Eddie notices too. "All that for us, sweetheart?"

You nod, moaning loudly as Steve's mouth moves back up and closes around your clit, sucking harshly.

"How'd we get so lucky?" Eddie continues. "Prettiest girl in the world, all ours." He then wraps his hand around Steve's cock, making his hips jump against Eddie's grip. He starts a lazy rhythm, hand tight but going so slowly that it must be driving Steve crazy. That's confirmed when Steve moans against your cunt, making the vibration shudder through you deliciously. "Prettiest boy, too. Right, angel?"

"Yes," you pant as Steve takes you apart with his mouth. "My beautiful boys, both of you."

Eddie leans forward and kisses you for that, a short one as most of your attention is on how good Steve is making you feel. Eddie then bends over and places his mouth on Steve’s cock, sucking lightly but insistently, making Steve groan into you again. He doesn’t do it for very long—he can tell when Steve is close and knows how turned on he gets by eating you out—but keeps jerking him off, slow and steady.

Steve reaches up and grabs your waist, encouraging you to grind into him, chase your pleasure using him. You take the suggestion and run with it, Steve's mouth just there for you to get yourself off with.

And you do, moving quicker and quicker as the tight ball inside you tightens and then shatters. You close your eyes and keen at the feeling, Steve and Eddie holding you up as the waves keep coming and crashing within you. Steve keeps licking at your cunt to prolong the bliss, only slowing to a stop when you twitch in overstimulation. Eddie's watching you with wide eyes filled with awe.

"That'll never get old," he murmurs. "Gorgeous as ever, angel."

You breathe heavily, trying to get feeling back in your limbs. You smile tiredly. "Your turn," you croak out.

"Steve first, baby," Eddie reminds you as he helps you down, desire growing again at the prospect of both Steve and Eddie finally being inside you. Separately...for now. Maybe you can get them at the same time in the future. There's a fresh wave of pooling arousal as the thought flashes by. "You ready?"

You stare into his eyes and nod seriously.

"Okay, on your knees then." You do as directed, and Steve runs his cock through your folds a few times, bumping your clit teasingly on every pass. Finally, he lines up and Eddie urges you to sit down.

"Slowly, sweetheart," Steve says, voice strained as the tip breaches your entrance. You listen—despite wanting nothing more to sink all the way down and have him split you practically in half—and inch lower. It's a little painful, but there's more pleasure than discomfort, and you love how he feels inside you, so full and all-consuming.

Eventually, you sit down fully on him. He moans at the sensation, but you're speechless, mouth hanging open and eyes closed to really focus on it.

"Feel good, baby?" Eddie asks with a knowing grin. You nod wildly as Steve answers, "Oh my god, yes." He squirms underneath you. "Can you move for me, beautiful?"

Eddie coaxes you into lifting up until Steve's cock is barely inside you. Then you drop down, both of you groaning this time. Knowing what to do and how good it feels, you start a hard and slow pace, using all your strength to raise yourself up and letting go to fall back down. You stay there for a while, just enjoying, but eventually Steve whimpers and stops you. He then holds you up and fucks himself up into you, fast and rough. The stretch is delicious and your jaw drops again at the new rhythm.

Pretty soon, Steve is gasping, "Gonna cum."

"Yes, yes please," you beg, and with that, he stops and lets go. You can feel as his cock pulses, painting inside you with stripes of his cum. You squeeze around him to make it better and he whines at it, lifting you off of him slowly when it becomes too much. He collapses backwards and Eddie gently pushes you until you're lying on the bed next to him.

Steve looks over and smiles at you. "You feel amazing, sweetheart."

You blush but still smile back. Eddie comes up and lays behind you, but you weren’t expecting it and so you startle a little. He chuckles. “Should I take it as a compliment that I can still surprise you?”

You nod, feeling a little sheepish. "Sorry," you mumble.

He softens. "No apologies necessary. This okay, baby?"

"Mhm," you reply happily. Steve leans over to kiss you and you gasp into his mouth when Eddie rubs his cock against your cunt, moaning at how soaked you are with your and Steve's cum.

"Ready?" He whispers when you lean back from Steve, and you nod. Your eyes close as he pushes in, hitting deeper than Steve had by just a little. He goes slow, and the new stretch stings for a few seconds, until it fades into pleasure. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, groaning as he starts fast right off the bat. "You weren't lying, pretty boy."

Steve smirks. "Told you."

He sits up on his knees and leans over you to kiss Eddie, feeling like he was lacking in kisses during his round. With Steve's neck presented to you, you can't help but flick your tongue against his throat, feeling proud when his Adam's apple stutters. You continue to lazily kiss at his skin, mostly focused on how Eddie is ramming into you, hitting a spot inside that makes you see stars. You've never managed to hit it yourself, and though Steve has brushed it with his long fingers, this is the first time it's really being pressed, and it's brilliant.

Then Steve snakes a hand between your bodies and starts to rub your clit in tiny, quick circles, making you gasp away from his neck and throw your head back against Eddie's shoulder. That ball inside you is constricting and you're galloping towards the edge fast.

"Gonna—gonna cum," you stammer.

Eddie breaks from Steve with a moan, hitting into you with new vigor. "Yes," he growls, "cum for us."

"Yeah, baby," Steve breathes. "Let go."

That's what you do: let go, dive off the cliff into your second climax. You wail with it, feeling like the world is floating away from you as you ascend to cloud nine. You clench around Eddie repeatedly, making his hips stutter and jerk, making him groan and bite your shoulder lightly. A couple thrusts later and he's cumming too, adding his cum to Steve's. Steve switches between you as you both let it overwhelm you, kissing, licking, sucking where he can, keeping his fingers on your clit until you've become jell-o in between him and Eddie.

Eddie slides out gently, kissing your temple messily, and turns onto his back. Steve stands and goes to the bathroom, bringing out a rag and cleaning both of you sweetly. Then he's pulling back the covers and throwing them over you, sliding into his previous spot.

He sidles up to you and coaxes you to lay on his chest. Eddie follows and spoons you, leaning up to give Steve a goodnight kiss before settling back against you. You give Steve your own kiss and then turn your head, whining softly until Eddie kisses you too. Satisfied, you get comfortable between your boys, sighing in happiness as they both tighten their arms around you.

"G’night, my loves," Steve murmurs.

"Night," Eddie mumbles into your hair.

I love you, you think. You don't say it, not yet—it's not the right time. You know you really mean it, so it's not for post-sex afterglow.

So you reply, "Goodnight." For now.

#steddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #mine

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figula · 1 year

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anyway - cw for eating disorder / weight loss talk. this is gonna get really long probably. im actually ok now im just typing to get my feelies out

my alpaca arrived today! it's really nice, i will buy the rst of it for sure

after my minor menty b earlier ben cornered me on the sofa and was so lovely about it all actually. i get the feeling that the ED stuff freaks him out more than anything else that one might call Cham's Madnesses, but he was v encouraging and kind + i think we're basically on the same page really - im genuinely ok but as he put it he's concerned ill be ok until the second i fall off the ok-cliff, and i know what he means lol ofc. he was like not really surprised by any of my feelings bc he (paraphrasing this) basically was like you like to talk about it like it's all in the past but in reality you've not spent any time at all dealing w/ your eating disorder thoughts (as opposed to behaviours) and i mean he's not wrong is he lol?? ah i hate it when he's right :/ he told me to put the brakes on re: the weight loss (to be fully transparent here ive been eating in a calorie deficit on purpose for ~9? months, and i say that only bc ive danced around the truth on here bc im v v v embarrassed that i "caved" to it) for the past ? years ive been fully on board w/ the idea that there is very little that separates purposeful restriction from "real" eating disorders + i am not sure where that leaves me now to be honest. i've said this before but i think the wedding + more specifically the fact that the bride is the absolute nexus of all the ceremony just freaked me the fuck out + the thought of looking how i looked in lockdown for this event was just unbearable and i was honestly just not able to cope w/ it. i honestly dont really know where THAT leaves me either - i feel in a v weird place atm with it all - it's not the same as when i was a teenager - im happy eating v varied foods and things i would have rejected outright when i was in my starvation era - like im literally eating 3 nougat bars for my breakfast atm bc i like them + they're fuckin delicious, which doesnt feel like big trouble. but the fact remains i have been purposely losing weight + betraying my own ideals for months. and i feel very frustrated that i wasn't "over it" enough to just fucking deal? just be a fat bride? ??? i cant even tell you how many hours of curvy brides boutique i have drilled into my own eyes to try and literally like force myself to believe that i as a fat woman was worthy of anything. oh my god!! in a slightly bleak way i do think that being more able to cook for myself now and making huge huge strides wrt contamination fear really just opened the door to this again. which would be v funny if it wasnt a bit tragic lol. THE MONKEY'S PAW... anyway as i said at the beginning i feel ok now + i guess im just wondering wtf to do now like i dont want to invite the devil to dance with me and i think that's inevitably what im doing every time i purposely restrict my intake but i also dont know if im strong enough to stop dancing?? i dont mean this to sound woe-is-me or anything like i am feeling quite pragmatic about it all i just am thinking like: how do i match my desire to feel beautiful at this huge event with my desire to not be a total bellend and finally: this is a personal blog, thi sis me typing about my feelings not an instruction manual for life, i am unsure if this is something i should be posting, but i think this is the reality for a lot of women to be honesttttt so idk if pretending it's not happening is that great either what should i do lads?

#like genuinely looking for input #i was planning on losing a bit more (yes i am self aware enough to read this and wince) but now im thinking like uh yeah

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curejiraiya · 9 months

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I feel very bad and in an effort to try and get my brain to disassociate from this mortal realm I am going to tell you all about one of my OCs. if you read this thank you but if it bores you do not worry I do not mind.

okay so today I'm gonna ramble about a guy named Chris Sanders. Chris is 27? iirc I have it written down somewhere. 27 or 28. He's married to his husband Nick, they took Nick's last name (low-key I forgot what his maiden name was lmfao)

They got married on Valentine's Day 2020, but we're engaged like 2018 just some stuff:tm: happened and the wedding had to be held off. It was a funny thing like I had that wedding planned for Valentine's Day and in real life shit was getting co viddy and I made a conscious decision in story to have it be like the last "big" event the characters got to go to before they started staying inside for safety. that's not relevant, anyway.

Chris and Nick actually got together when they were like 14 and 16? Chris met Nick a year before and was very like fairytale love at first site about him. Really he was a 15 year old boy he wasn't thinking logistics other than "boy in my friend group cute."

There's a whole thing with Chris, Josh, and Jay as teens has a weird relationship where Chris was openly gay, Josh hated him for it (Josh is gay/bi? but it takes him 10 years real time to figure it out) Josh and Jay were best friends and Jay was gay but very very in the closet. and the only person who knew Jay was gay was Chris, who were secret friends because Josh hated Chris. Publicaly Chris pretended to hate josh to keep up appearances but in reality Jay had only said good things about Josh so he didn't really mind him. He was just kinda a hormonal teenager, and he liked fighting and Josh kept fighting him lmao.

God there's a lot more here lol like they're friends because the three of them plus a handful of other people, some who literally have died in story since, were in a "school club" together? I'm also keeping the details vague because I wrote them when I was 13 and it's cringe.

You can tell what age I was when I wrote something if you know the ages of any character, cuz me and Nick Sanders are the same age. Derrin is one year older than Nick. Chris is two. Josh, Jay, and Liam are both three, and Collin is five years older. Jay is also actually older than Collin but maybe I'll write about his tragic backstory another night.

But speaking of tragic backstories Chris was born to a single mother, he has a younger brother. neither of them knew their father but they don't care. his mother was decent for a single mother in poverty until he started showing signs of being gay as early as 10. she was super religious so she asked her church what to do and they only suggested various child abuse lmao needless to say Chris was removed by CPS at 13. that's why he knows the rest of the guys cuz they were all in the same "orphanage". his mom wasn't weird to his brother, but his brother has a moral compass and left the house at 18 because he couldn't stand what she did to his brother (he's only like 20 now very baby.)

holy shit remember what I said last night about how everyone is in a duo or a trio? Chris's brother is ALSO in a duo lol I literally do not have a character who exists as a single personality without a friend to be their foil. anyway Chris's brother and Chris are decently close, Chris's brother is trying to make it as a music manager and conveniently Chris is in a band lmao. His brother lives with a friend Josh made during a hospital stay. that's a whole story but essentially he was a cancer patient throughout all his teenage years and it was his first time being 100% free of visiting the hospital at least once a week since he was a child. the band was looking for a place for him to stay because he was scared of living alone and conveniently Chris had an 18 year old brother who needed a roommate. now they're bff's or something.

hey this was supposed to be about Chris but two characters who I don't even remember the names of have taken over

anyway uhhh god I could spout Chris facts for days not even joking. one of the characters who died is essentially a self insert for specifically 13 year old me. like she died before I really became an adult lol. but Chris was her best friend until her death, so for awhile Chris was the character I focused on the most. nowadays that's Josh but I mean Chris and Josh live in the same house so it's not like he doesn't come up often.

right this second Chris and Nick are staying with a musician friend in New York. they're actually fighting because

well

how do I explain this that doesn't go on for a long time

so remember earlier when I said they were part of a school club as teens. well the world actually has a magic system because all good worlds have magic systems. and specifically Josh, the dead girl, Chris, & Jay are some of the best at magic in the entire galaxy and like . cringe at myself but the gang like we're all orphans in some way but they lived in 1 of 4 us based orphanages specifically for magician children. I never use the term wizard they're strictly magicians. magicians also live outside the US it's just other countries don't have weird orphanages. or didn't at the start of the story at least. anyway fuck so idk skipping 10+ years of lore. Chris has a lot of inherit magic skill, but he doesn't practice he stopped right after highschool to focus on their band and music. in highschool every one in the club like saw a private magic tutor but Chris didn't really continue. not that he doesn't do magic all the time like he does, he just doesn't study to learn how to do his magic more efficiently or learn more magic. fuck. anyway Jay DOES still study and stayed with his tutor like 10 years later. and you can tell because Jay has become one of the strongest magicians in the world. of course Josh is the strongest magician ever because of plot conveniences that could be talked about if I was talking about him. but Chris is mega jealous of Jay and angry at himself for not continuing his studies. So one day a random magic being (we have those here) contacts Chris from like a very far away dimension (even this is lore filled and complicated.) he promises to help Chris surpass Jay but he has to wear his super special necklace. the necklace is like logging information on Josh so this being can attack him later but I mean Chris doesn't know that this is like a RIGHT NOW plot. a lot led up to this lmfao. so Nick and Chris are fighting because Chris is suddenly WAY better at magic (Because of the necklace) and because of a lot of unrelated stuff Nick is thinking about moving to California. and he tells Chris and Chris unknowingly mind controls Nick into being happy with where he is now. Because like his magic has gotten so strong that if he wants something he can just mind control people into giving it to him (and unknowingly has been for a few months) but Nick's only magic power is that he can tell when magic is being used (and he only has that power because of another crazy plot where he died lmfao) so he notices pretty quickly that hes being mind controlled and hes pissed. so Chris confesses about the necklace but tells Nick to keep it a secret. Nick tells him he's being stupid and that he needs to get rid of the necklace. Chris doesn't think it's the necklace he thinks he just can't control his new power yet. and after one big fight they're now like both just avoiding talking about it again and being really distant from each other. it's sad rlly I don't like seeing the besties fight 😔 I kinda know how the plot is going to play out but I'll give them time.

idk did you actually learn anything about Chris from this? he's 5'4 he has black hair and it's currently really long so he keeps it in a bun most of the time. he's a death metal singer. hes super masculine and no one questions his height because he comes off as so masculine otherwise lmao. he's really into like 80s and older metal and idolizes rob hellford. he wears pleather a lot cuz he has a leather allergy but thinks leather jacks kick ass. he's definitely like kinda a stereotypical metal head / punk? very like a day to remembers "fast forward to 2012"-core. that's his theme song I just decided.

what else are u supposed to say about a character. since I mentioned magic I can say that his like magic skill set is about defence so he can make giant shields and force fields. he's super important if they ever have to like fight someone which doesnt happen often but does happen.

oh he plays guitar but also like every instrument. I always imagined their band to have a two singer setup where him and Nick switch off or sing together. but I mean most of the band has been doing this 10+ years and can play whatever role so they just do whatever is fun for that night.

uhhhhh idk if I got any more facts on the top of my head. Chris uhhhh played trumpet in highschool band. He speaks fluent Japanese, Spanish, German, and French. Derrin is the only member of the band with a degree but Chris has an honorary degree from some university he donates money too. Chris is like very punk politically active he actually goes to protests and is always talking about causes important to him. he's a good guy but his flaws mostly lie in his jealousy, and he definitely has a little big of an ego lol. he cares too much about looks too imo like he doesn't THINK he does but he does.

but idk big baby man who's hard on outside but heart of gold on inside. do I know how to write any other kind of character?!

omg I didn't even talk about how Chris is disabled. or how he has a vaping problem. that's the problem with having these characters for so long, how the fuck can I reasonably sum them up?

idk but it did work. 😴 good night if u read this far idk why u did but ty there's no payoff. sorry I did not proofread this.

#ramblings

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whyispotatoheadalreadytaken · 1 year

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I went home on Sunday to see my family because I haven’t seen them in weeks. The last time I went home, I helped my mom plant rhubarb. She's been giving me updates every so often, like "it has a leaf!", "it has three leaves!", "it has Sox leaves!" Which is cute. So, I went home yesterday and brought the PS4 to download the Spiderman games now that I've finished out the last of us. So, we were downstairs with Sean for a bit, and I decided to go upstairs to chat with my mom. So, we make our way upstairs, and I round the corner into the living room when I hear my dad. I immediately stop and rethink if I want to go upstairs. Then he says this"

"Studies show that suicide rates among the LGBTQ community rise when they are not accepted by society - shut the fuck up, nobody cares, they are not treated any differently."

I went into tunnel vision and looked up at Zoë who looks as though she's about to murder someone. I back up and quietly go around the corner. Step by step, I just feel defeated.

Not treated any differently? Then why didn't you come to my wedding?

"We should go back up and set the record straight."

"There's no point, Zoë. You can't reason with a narcissist."

"If we don't tackle it in the moment, he'll keep saying he's never homophobic or doesn't treat you differently. What he just said, is so messed up on so many levels-"

"I know it is but this has been my entire life and he's not about to change just because we point it out. He'll dig his heels in because he can't ever be wrong."

"I'm just tired of you making excuses for his behavior. I get it. I'm just trying to stand up for you."

"I know. I'm sorry you had to hear it, too. But that is just the way it is around here."

Later on, Sean opened a video on Instagram that said, "In 2023, scientists have made a groundbreaking discovery that you're gay." Or something like that, and he laughed about it. I thought Zoë was gonna lose it, so I told him we were gonna grab some food, a game, and that we'd be back. So, we went home and had some leftovers, and I went upstairs and grabbed The Last of Us 2. When we got back, I handed the game to Sean, who gave me a face about it.

"Look, we're gonna be here a while and I know how you feel about the big conflict at the beginning of this game, but you can't say that The Last of Us is one of your favorite stories if you haven't walked through part 2 with Ellie. So, let's play until we get through the big bad thing together."

"Why can't the end of the first game just be the ending? That they lived happily ever after??"

"Sean! Ellie isn't an idiot! She knows Joel is lying to her! Yeah, it's easier if we just keep pretending. It's easier when we want to avoid relational ruptures, but that isn't how life works."

"Niamh, if you have me start this game, you won't get the Playstation back for a while."

"That's okay. I didn't come here solely to download these games. I don't need them right away, especially this week. I work tomorrow and then I'll be out of town for two days. Now is the best time for you to play through this."

So, we started the game. The intro, paired with the music, immediately makes my throat tight. I stay glued to the screen. There is something sacred about the very beginning of the game for me. The game eventually opens with one of Ellie's best friends debriefing the events from a dance that took place the night before.

Jesse: Let me see if I got this right: you kissed Dina--

Ellie: She kissed me.

Jesse: Which triggered Seth to call you a… not-so-nice word…

Ellie: Yep.

Jesse: Then Joel decked him--

Ellie: More of a push.

Jesse: And then you got mad at Joel? That part confused me.

Ellie: It was a strange night, man.

Later on, Jesse brings Ellie to visit Maria (basically her adoptive aunt and a leader in the town of Jackson)

MARIA: Seth has something he wants to say to you.

ELLIE: I don’t want to hear what that bigot has to say.

MARIA: Do it for me. Please.

Seth gives a half-assed apology and gives Ellie sandwiches for her patrol with Dina

JESSE: What have you got there?

ELLIE: Bigot sandwiches.

JESSE: Mhm. Smells good.

ELLIE: They’re yours.

Later on, we get to watch a small scene with Ellie and Dina making out. After that, there's a perspective change. Once that perspective change takes place, we go back to Ellie and Dina in their underwear while they take turns explaining scars thar they have.

So, that felt like a giant win for me. We highlight what bigotry is, that half-assed apologies aren't enough, and then get to see them make out for a hot sec.

I'm just so tired of fighting my family. It just really got to me and pushed my anxiety to the max. My hypervigilance was as if I was 14 again. I can still tell who is coming down the stairs from the basement. It's terrible. I just had to get out of my head and remember that I have my own home, family, and I'm not a helpless 14 year old anymore.

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amazingmaeve · 3 years

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Michael Gray Fic Recs!

go and like all of these fics and comment on how beautifully written they are. also don’t forget to reblog all of these!

also go and show your support to the author because they’ve taken they’re time to write these BEAUTIFUL stories!

nsfw alphabet ➵ @mrs-gray

little hands ii ➵ @peakywitch

happiness is a butterfly ➵ @peakyswritings

burden ➵ @peakyswritings

liaisons dangereuses ii ➵ @champagneholland

smut headcannons ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

you all over me ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ you were childhood friends turned lovers, but as the boy you once knew became unfamiliar with each visit to the countryside, you reached a breaking point. until you find yourself entrapped by him, all over again.

gangstas paradise ➵ @cherienymphe

summary ➵ an agreement with the Peaky Blinders is almost a done deal...until you catch the eye of Michael Gray. You’re suddenly thrust into the equation, and your father must decide between losing everything or losing you.

marry me then ➵ @blueeyedheizer

summary ➵ I'm a sucker for s2 Michael <3 I hope you enjoy this one. It's a bit sappy, but i've done worse haha. Also...I have no idea how contraception worked in the 20s and I didn't feel like doing research (oop) so we're just gonna pretend this is a modern AU condom-wise and pregnancy test-wise 🤷🏻‍♀️

girls need love ➵ @peakyblindersxx

summary ➵ once michael sees you, he's got to have you. loosely based off of the song girls need love by summer walker

candy ii ➵ @smallheathgangsters

summary ➵ Henry and Y/N decide on doing something a bit risky. After being caught, his father offers a word of wisdom for his son, that would stick with him for much longer than he expected.

lucky ➵ @fandom-puff

summary ➵ ‘would you write some domestic smut with michael gray?’

take me or leave me ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ you are Polly Gray’s secretary, in a secret affair with her son, Michael Gray. and when you grow tired of the secrecy, you make Michael an offer he can’t refuse.

you’re mine. got that? ➵ @davidsons89

summary ➵ you flirt with bonnie gold, leaving michael angry and jealous. he teaches you a lesson by showing you that you’re his.

innocence lost ➵ @thepeakyfckingblinders

summary ➵ n.2 & 7 from my prompt list: "He’s driving me crazy” + “It hurts so bad I can’t breathe”

you don’t want a nice man ➵ @murderousginger

summary ➵ could i request some Michael angst with “Don't you ever do that again” and “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” love u

the librarian ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Michael Gray has never seen the point in going to a library in his life, especially now that he's living in Small Heath. However, a certain librarian in London has him coming back time after time, even if it seems like she has no interest in him

the good librarian ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After having sex in the library, Michael and Reader develop a Dom/Sub relationship that leads to more sex in her place of work

more than enough ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Michael and Isaiah often spend their nights out looking for a pretty girl to share. Tonight, they just so happen to find you

addiction ➵ @blueeyedheizer

summary ➵ All that Tommy told you about the event you were attending is; dress fancy, make a good impression, bring Michael as your plus one and don't ask questions.

three musketeers ➵ @mxpseudonym

summary ➵ Isiah makes a saucy proposal, Michael agrees for once, and you can’t help but go along.

overtime ➵ @motelkisses

summary ➵ Michael’s commitment to work has put his marriage to the test and his wife has something to say about it.

family problems ➵ @angelaiswriting

summary ➵ She doesn’t want children: to Polly and the family, this is a problem.

his irish girl ➵ @writeroutoftime

summary ➵ there to support your cousin at her wedding, you catch the eye of a certain michael gray and share a wonderful evening

skin to skin ➵ @pollyrepents

summary ➵ Michael’s wife is dodging him and fretting over more than one loss.

use your imagination ➵ @johnismyreason

summary ➵ I had this request for so long, this is a fucking shame I only post it now lmao but in my defence, there were the holidays, my finals, and also it was the first time I wrote smut. So please, be indulgent and let me know

indulgent ➵ @mxpseudonym

summary ➵ Michael is your father’s easy to tease business parter and you are one lucky bitch.

haunted by the ghost of you ➵ @kaznejis

summary ➵ “I promise.” he smiled, caressing your cheek as he lay next to you, “nothing and nobody will ever split us apart, my love.”

my girl ➵ @rogertaylorismycar

summary ➵ You and Michael have always had sexual tension, from what started off as playful flirting has turned to actual feelings and most of all lust. So one night when you are doing last minute paperwork and Michael is making it so you can’t concentrate, a stare across a room leads to desk sex

dark — but just a game ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ Michael reunites with his old friend from the village and feels the urge to ruin and spoil her.

my tears ricochet ➵ @cigarettes-can-solve-everything

summary ➵ After Tommy shotted Michael, you are the one that attends on his funeral...

crossroads ➵ @neige-noire

summary ➵ You visit Michael in the hospital for the first time in years after his departure from your village.

a painful reunion ➵ @noforkingclue

summary ➵ After getting shot Michael wasn’t expecting many visitors apart from his family. Seeing you again, after so much time, was almost as painful as getting shot.

meet cute ➵ @fallatyourfeet

summary ➵ A little one-shot, about how Michael comes to meet the reader.

problematic sweethearts ➵ @lilahisntsadanymore

summary ➵ The Shelbys find themselves in yet another war with one of other Romani families. Things get even worse when Michael and a girl from the other family mysteriously disappear one day.

catch your dreams city boy ii ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ You and Henry used to be together, but one day he left the village and you behind. Now you visit him in the hospital with his mum.

your kingdom what about my feelings | our kingdom | ➵ @calummss

summary ➵ your father arranged your marriage to michael gray, but you never intended to marry

welcome home ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Michael has languished in prison for six months and survived an execution attempt. His S/O brings him home and pampers him with the love he’s been missing.

the mask ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Michael comes home to find Y/N an anxious mess due to his recent jobs with the company, and realizes even the strongest of people need help at times.

naive ➵ @peakyswritings

summary ➵ You were nice and naive, and he didn’t need to be on his guard around you. Maybe that’s why he took you under his wing.

silver linings ii iii iv v ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ After growing tired of hiding, Y/N decides to venture out from the back of her fathers shop, not knowing she’d quite literally fall for one of her father’s enemies who happened to be lurking around the corner. But with tensions growing between the two families, one decision could change the course of their lives as they know it, for better and for worse.

mattress angel ➵ @peakyblinderswhore

summary ➵ Michael and yourself weren’t exclusive but strictly speaking, you did spend an awful amount of time together that certainly suggested that you were. Spending the night at Polly’s on Christmas Eve would only make this assumption more valid. On the assumption that you are exclusive, Polly offers up one of her rooms... with one bed. What are two, young, hormone-filled adults going to do with just one bed?

caught in the act, again ➵ @davidsons89

summary ➵ you and michael get caught having sex in the betting shop by polly, but when michael’s cousins walk in after her, things get embarrassing fast.

ON AO3

these fics I have found on the website ‘archive of our own’ so they’ll take you out of the app. as well show all the LOVE for these fics because they’re all so beautifully written.

also don’t worry I’ll be putting in the authors handles so you can show your love to them as well!

we’ll survive ➵ Wallflower (bonniesgoldengirl)

summary ➵ Michael and Reader have been seeing each other secretly for a while now, and reader is beginning to think he's just using her. After an explosive argument however, she realises he isn't when a bigger problem comes along

shirts ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ You work at the Grace Shelby Institute as a book-keeper. Mr Michael Gray visits fortnightly to do the books. It's your job to ensure he has everything he needs. After a particularly long day, Michael takes you to dinner and has a proposal.

heaven is a place on earth with you ➵ BrynTheBeatnik

summary ➵ Michael has been released from jail, just like John, Arthur and Polly, but he has a hard time adapting to the thought of being free again. They have a big welcome home party and Michael can’t bring himself to laugh again. Struggling with his emotions he ran off into the night. After blacking out, a girl wakes him up and offers him the help he needs.

actually, love is a peaky blinder ➵ BebbanburgBeats

summary ➵ You are Michael's secretary and you attend a business party for the Peaky Blinders. But when one of the guests tries to take liberties with you, Michael steps in.

kingdom come ➵ TheLittleDayDreamer

summary ➵ Michael didn’t hate Tommy for what happened the year prior, well not as much as his wife wanted him to.

ask me again in the morning ➵ sceawere

summary ➵ Polly decides it's time to take Michael's girlfriend out for a night on the town. The aftermath involves sloppy drunkenness and possible marriage proposals.

weeping willow ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ 1. For Michael Gray reader lost a baby and is trying to hide it but he either sees it or finds out somehow? 2. With Michael Gray. They both love each other but reader has a violent boyfriend and maybe she tries to tell him that she doesn't love him and he gets angry and then Michael saves her?

king of the world ➵ mygodhatesme

summary ➵ Just after getting dumped by your boyfriend, you meet Michael at a bar in New York City.

balance ➵ lawsofman

summary ➵ Michael learns a very valuable lesson.

#michael gray #Michael Gray Fic Recs #michael gray x reader #michael gray smut #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fics Recs

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jboofan · 2 years

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim Part 16

Crazy Rich Asians

The house was empty without YN. A single lamp had been left on in the living room, and a note beside it explaining she had stepped out with Jin.

The kitchen was spotless back to the way she had always kept it in his absence, the remnants of last night's food neatly placed in the recycling ready to be dumped.

Who knew the woman that was the bane of his life was such a domestic goddess?

With last night's events still on his mind, he worried that because of what had taken place she would suddenly want commitment. Like real commitment. Not the fake let's pretend whilst we are married shit.

Paranoia getting the better of him, he wondered if she had changed her mind and gone to sleep in the guest room. He still snuck his head around the door; the bed had been neatly made and more importantly it hadn't appeared to have been slept in.

Did that mean she ended up sleeping in their bedroom last night?

Conflicted, he asked himself why he hadn't simply gotten up once she fell asleep to go sleep in the spare room.

There was no sign that she had been in the room, her lack of presence suddenly hung heavily in the air. He stood, saddened about how the place would be when she left.

This is fake. How do I stop myself from thinking it's not? He sighed.

No sooner had he realised this, had he thought what would happen when they faced each other.

Would they act normal around each other? Act like nothing happened? Or would they be adults and discuss it?

Yoongi shook his head, dragged his tired body across the giant landing back to the master bedroom, where he unceremoniously flopped back onto the bed.

He took a deep breath, and as soon as he recognised her scent on her pillow, his resolve was shook again.

"Get a grip man," he groaned, moving to her side of the bed and willing himself to fall asleep on her pillow.

YN opened the heavy door and was greeted by the sight of a damp haired Yoongi coming down the stairs.

"You're up," she managed, dropping her keys on the coffee table.

"Hmm," he managed, as he took in her outfit.

Not bad..least she had covered up those beautiful legs and chosen one of his hoodies.

How did she manage to steal his clothes without his knowledge?

Yoongi wasn't sure how to greet her. His fake wife she was, his lover she wasn't, but definitely a one night stand.

How do you do that with your pretend wife and it not be awkward after??

Jin watched YN's harmless behaviour; the way she walked around the house like it was her own, but more fascinating was watching the way in which Yoongi seemed so open to her.

Both seemed to forget he was even there, as they shared a glance, slightly awkward but he put that down to the whole we're fake husband and wife.

Yoongi and YN's gaze connected, but she broke it as soon as she continued for the kitchen. Jin watched as Yoongi continued to gaze at her, mustering up enough heat to make corn pop. The space between them seemed to sizzle, and his poor sister was completely oblivious to it.

"YN, what did you wanna talk about?" Jin asked as he rolled his eyes at cheesy Yoongi and took the fresh coffee.

"No news broke of our wedding so I thought it was safe to come out for a coffee, but on the way there," she shook her head, "I thought," YN tried to remember her train of thought, the strange car, but couldn't recall. "I swear there was something else."

"Wanna stay for breakfast hyung?" Yoongi threw his damp hair towel at YN's head before reaching for the frying pan.

"I'll leave you two to it. I reckon he found a way to make sure it didn't. Maybe just stay home for a bit, at least don't go out on your own."

"I'm gonna take her out in a bit," Yoongi cracked some eggs, "she won't be alone."

"Good, good," Jin gulped the rest of the coffee, "right I'll speak to you later."

YN watched Yoongi as he whipped up some eggs and finally looked over at her.

"Stealing my hoodies again Princess?" he held her by the waist as his body moved towards hers, to get to the fridge.

Making a woman breakfast in the morning was a sure fire way to get some more sex and now he'd begun to develop a taste for it.

Yoongi nudged her nose before kissing her. He couldn't help it. She tasted like fresh coffee, and he wanted more; he could feel the heat simmering below the surface of his skin and touching her was just what he needed.

At first YN melted into him, and she seemed to let him kiss her again. But then as he turned her to lean comfortably against the worktop, perhaps even pull her back up the stairs to bed for round god-knows-which she resisted.

Yoongi felt YN pull away from him, and he didn't know if he was relieved, thankful, disappointed or angry.

Her lips appeared swollen and wet, a pink blush to her cheeks but a wholly blank look upon her face.

This wasn't YN. This was Chairman Bang YN.

She cleared her throat, and gave him a smile but he couldn't feel the warmth from it. Yoongi was sure she couldn't feel it either.

"Last night was great. I had a really nice time."

Yoongi couldn't believe it. Did she just use a guy's line on him.

His line?

He read between the lines, and it was stark news. Thanks for the fumble, but it's back to business now.

Which left him with his Deagu mumble and a quick, "Sure, um, me too," which didn't even scratch the surface of how great, how connected and deep it felt to have had her last night.

But Yoongi was a ladies man. A self confessed playboy by the media and he wasn't going to let something as small as feelings get in the way of his pride. He was well versed. He'd been playing this game for years, and if it was an Olympic sport he would be a gold medalist.

He cleared his throat, moved past her for a plate and carefully placed the scrambled eggs onto it.

"Have something to eat, I wanna take a drive later and there is a place I wanted to go to eat."

"So you weren't just saying that to Seokijin to make him think you'd be here with me?" she wasn't expecting him to really mean it. She'd actually hoped to go back to work.

"Well," he told her grabbing her hand as it forked eggs into his mouth instead of into her own, "I say what I mean. And I mean what I say."

This time she scoffed. "Yeah well, just cos you married me, doesn't mean you've changed. You say what you want, when you want if it gets you what you want. That ain't never gonna change Min Yoongi."

She threw the now damp towel back on his face, pouring them both a cup of coffee as though she did it every day.

The sadness of knowing this was all fictional also reminded her that there was no expectation of anything lasting. And knowing there was nothing lasting here between them made her refuse to get sucked into the vortex that is the Min Yoongi Experience.

Sex was sex. It was not love, but to her, a chemical imbalance that often led to physical weakness. The glittering prize of the Vice Presidency was what she wanted; she did not want to weaken herself, or fuck her way to the top in the process.

No, she needed to stay the fuck away from Yoongi. Not fuck him.

Yoongi gulped back the rejection and headed back up the stairs.

"Guess I'll go get changed then," he asked rhetorically, wanting to see what she would say to stop them falling into bed, but when she simply shrugged and stared at her phone uninterested he felt he got his answer.

Sick of looking at her phone or out the window YN finally turned to Yoongi with a huff.

"Ok, so I've sat here for nearly two hours and I'm getting hungry. How far are we from this mysterious restaurant, and can you just drop me off at the nearest 7 Eleven or Mcdonald?"

Yoongi gave a look of distaste.

"I forget you're an American sometimes."

"I'm some dumb foreigner remember?"

"Damn, you still remember that?" he sucked in air, as he recalled tapping the steering wheel.

"I never forget anything. You made my life a misery Miserable Min Yoongi."

"Ha! I did no such thing!"

"Really? You sure are forgetful aren't you?"

She cleared her throat, and he knew she was going to lay into him as she recounted various dumb things he had made her do.

"You were my manager. If I didn't think you were capable, I wouldn't have asked you to do half of those things! Besides," he said, trying to justify why he would make her get his coffee always several blocks away from the TV studios, "I was just trying to keep you away from all those prying eyes. They see a young woman and they would tried to take advantage."

"Like you marrying me isn't giving you any sort of advantage?" she questioned.

He pulled up.

"What does that mean?"

"You said that it would get your parents off your back, but your parents are no way as bad as mine. My mother anyway. I stand to lose so much, but you? You'd simply be seen as the guy that married the head of HYBE."

"Maybe I'll sell my story in the next few years when I'm down on luck and money. The guy that married YN and lived to tell the tale. Besides," he reminded her every chance he got, "I have money, which you need to live."

YN refused to bite the bait. He was pressing her buttons and she was getting angry from the lack of food.

"Should have married Hoseok. He's got more money than you apparently."

She smiled. Two can play this game.

"Really?!" he couldn't believe his ears, "then why didn't you ask him then huh? I got more money than him and I'm better looking. Yoongi marry me! That's what everyone says on every VLive. When I'm not even on it. You're married to me. So get used to it."

"Wow ok firstly calm down. It was a joke. It doesn't matter how much richer or poorer you are than Hoseok. I get I have to rely on you, but it's not like I'm out there spending all your damn money so stop talking to me like you fucking bought me."

Annoyed, they ignored one another until they were off the motorway, and pulling up at a large house in a nice neighborhood somewhere.

"Get out, we're here," he finally grumbled at her an hour later, slamming his door hard making her flinch.

"This is a restaurant?" she asked as they walked up to the front gate, no signs or menu anywhere. Not even a car park or valet.

"Best one around," he said as he punched in the pincode and walked in, a suspicious YN behind him.

"Ya, Yoongi, where are we and how do you know the code to this place? This place looks like a house. Oh my god," she said grabbing her phone trying to dial Seokjin.

"What are you even doing?" he watched her try to get out the door.

"I knew it. You're trying to lure me away to kill me. Otherwise why would you take me to some house somewhere when you said we were going to a nice restaurant?" She dialled his number and waited for it to connect as he wrestled the phone out her grip.

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd put poison in your coffee."

"God, I might just drink it to finally be rid of you," she retailiated as she snatched her phone back.

"Take your shoes off," he ordered her as he walked into the hallway and looked at the person standing there.

"Yoongi—" she called after him, rushing to pull her boots off, looking up as he grabbed her hand and led her through a living room door. Yoongi pulled her through, still holding her hand.

"Ma, Dad, we're here."

"You said—"

"I didn't say we were going to a restaurant. I said I'd take you to eat."

Then she realised. And she felt like an idiot for not getting it sooner.

Yoongi's mom walked in, smiling as she welcomed the two of them warmly.

"Ah, you made it?" her eyes and mouth smiled wider as she took in YN beside him. "And you bought YN!" she grinned.

Yoongi knew how excited his mother was at him for bringing home a woman for the first time, beaming and excited.

Just wait til she finds out I'm a married man, he thought.

"Yobo!" she called out to the back, over her shoulder, "Yoongi's here, with his fiancé! Hurry up! And where is Geum Jae?"

"YN, my Eomma. Eomma, you know YN," he introduced them again.

Nudging her forward essentially, he froze as his mother gasped loudly, screaming as she grabbed hold of YN hand to see the massive diamond that sat on her finger.

Watching the pained look on his mother's face, Yoongi tried to get the words out his mouth as she held her hand tightly, mouth gaping.

He couldn't find the words to explain that she had missed her youngest son's wedding.

"Eomma...Yoongi asked me to marry him, and I said yes. My mother was dead against it, and so we decided to do it before she could stop us," YN held her hand back and admitted the truth. Well, partially.

It was an unorthodox way to explain a marriage, but it seemed to have been the perfect way to explain it to Mrs Min.

Yoongi felt a pang of gratitude as YN held his hand, the other still in Mrs Min's as she seemed to absorb the news.

"Yobo!" she screamed it loudly now as both her husband and eldest son could be heard replying.

"You better get in here and meet Yoongi's new wife," her voice went a little high pitched, as YN looked at her worried about whether she was going to either have a stroke or something.

"I'm fine," she squeaked as she let go of YN's hand and shakenly took her husband's as he arrived looking at the pair confused.

Yoongi stood, a little surprised at her explanation and willingness to throw herself under the bus for him, and like many others at the company he too couldn't help but be in awe as the chairman worked the room, his parents especially.

"We're really sorry," she went to apologise formally to his parents, and Yoongi too was also beginning to bow in apology too.

YN knew not many people could ever say they’d heard such a humble apology coming from YN Bang. The look on his father’s face was priceless, and his brother even seemed to relax slightly as they watched Yoongi's father take YN’s hand and pat it lightly.

Suddenly YN felt herself yanked off to the couch by his mother, as Yoongi tried to stay standing next to her a little longer.

"Let go of your bride long enough to at least grab the girl a drink will you?" his Dad called out as Yoongi was dragged off to the kitchen bar.

Reluctantly he let go, whipping his head around to hear his mother squeal again in excitement at the ring he had given her, before she began telling YN how happy she was Yoongi had found a good woman.

Yoongi hoped she would survive the questioning until he managed to rescue her.

"Are you both happy?" she asked YN, her disappointment had gone, but the look in his mother's eye was more of pain.

"I, we are, yes," YN managed to reply.

"Then that's all that matters. We can always do something to celebrate," she smiled as she waved the conversation away with a hand before giving YN a warm hug.

YN hadn't been hugged like that in a long time, and sat, her arms to her sides unsure how to hug the older lady back. Feeling horrible, unable to shake the guilt of lying so openly to them about it all, and but was worse, was his mother's quick forgiveness of a wedding they were not be a part of.

It took finding his brother in the kitchen trying to get a taste of the cakes and sweet treats their mom had made to find YN's whereabouts.

"Yoongi-ah," Geum Jae called.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't want to say it before, it's cheesy and shit but congrats man. YN is really cool, down to earth. I thought she'd be cold and you know those CEO types."

"YN isn't like that."

Yoongi surprised himself with how quickly he jumped to her defense.

"But how lucky are you," Geum chuckled warmly, "you got to marry a stinking rich capitalist investor, who just took over her father's multi billionaire company. Your kids are set for life."

"Investment what?"

"Come on, don't act like you don't know, or don't check the web. She's minted. Her company invests in companies in different stages of development and gets a cut. I wondered why she looked at the English food ma made a little strange but then I remember there was an article about how she became a model and model diets and shit."

"I know what an investor is."

I just don't seem to know what she is.

He found her in the back yard, standing on the decking staring up at the sky. Yoongi walked across to where his new wife stood, tucking his hands into his jeans and rocking back and fourth on his heels.

"There you are," but she wasn't listening.

His eyes followed her sparkling ones as they stood, head arched back staring at the pinkish purple sunset, it's blue tinged clouds slowly paying by as her eyes twinkled.

"I never was one for pretty sunsets," she admitted out loud, "but it looks pretty beautiful, huh?" she looked back at him a moment.

"So beautiful," he said, still looking at her instead of the pretty night sky, before she realised and frowned a little at his admission.

"I didn't know you were a model or an investor. You lied to me. Again."

YN pursed her lips before going back to look up.

"You're annoyed that I didn't tell you my occupation, or that instead of you lying to a woman, she lied to you first instead," she shrugged, "not my fault you didn't do your due diligence before agreeing to marry me. I did mine."

"You definitely sound like an investor. I thought you were just Bang's daughter."

"You figured I was just some chaebol trust fund baby?" she answered his inner suspicion with a genuine laugh, "I guess I am to a certain extent."

"And apparently my wife was some famous model? Am I gonna blow my lid if I find out what kind of a model you were?"

"Probably best not to check in that case," she teased.

If he sees a bikini picture he might have a heart attack.

"I'm being serious YN. Is there anything else I need to know? For real. I'm getting tired of the lies."

"What cos I didn't give you the chance to lie first?" she laughed at how angry he was getting.

"I don't get why you're getting so wound up about it. It's not like this is real. It's all play; sure people will be like woah she used to parade around in skimpy clothes but then slap you on the back and say that you're a lucky man because of it?" she told it like it was.

No matter the decade, men would always be congratulated for being married to a trophy wife.

"Sweetheart, I'm just a temporary trophy wife, like I said. I did my due diligence. You have money, and I need money. Then you will be free and so will I. We can be free from each other. It's worth the investment."

"I'm sorry my mom brought up talk about a reception."

"It's fine," she followed a twinkling star coming through a cloud, "I'm sure she meant well. And it was sweet of her to say they would like to contribute towards it."

"Until Geum put his foot in it telling my folks to check your net worth instead."

"I'm used to people talking about my money. Well, in the States no one knew who I was. But I like your mom. She's sweet."

"That's true," he moved closer to her, till they were standing toe to toe. "But if a newlywed couple are out in the garden alone, it looks bad if they aren't at least stealing a kiss."

"You what?" she managed confused, as Yoongi wasted no time in smashing his lips against hers and stealing a big fat, wet kiss in the process before she could assault him.

He held her close, pulling her body to his. Heat spread through her and she knew she had never felt a kiss like that before, and was fairly sure she never would again. And that thought terrified her because this was temporary.

This wasn’t real.

And she didn’t crush on a man, let alone fall in love with men.

She just didn’t…. Did she?

Yoongi looked as stunned as she felt, his deep brown eyes seeming to go even darker with pleasure as he looked at her. He licked his lips and looked as though he might say something. Or kiss her again and God, yes, please that would work for him.

Before either could say or do anything more, the back door swung open and his brother was there.

"Oi, stop eating each other's faces off and come have some dessert!"

“I'd rather have you for dessert," Yoongi muttered under his breath, annoyed he'd been disturbed from making a move on his own wife. Taking her hand he pulled her toward the house as her head spun and her heart ricocheted in her chest.

@craftymoonchaos @bbl32 @ireadthensuetheauthors @pb-n-juju @audreonne @larenelizabeth @kyle-told-me-whats-up @alexayoonlee @forvever-ddaeng

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iamthemain-character · 3 years

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as the world caves in

fred weasley x reader

Gender Neutral Pronouns

TW: talk of death, very sad vibes with fluff

inspiration from the song “As the World Caves In” cover by Sarah Cothran

harry potter masterlist

The papers say it's doomsday

The button has been pressed

We're gonna nuke each other up boys

'Til old Satan stands impressed.

This was it. The final night before everything changed, the last chance to defeat the darkness approaching once and for all.

The Hogwarts castle was a flurry of activity, people rushing to make last minute preparations, praying to come out victorious. Most of the students could be found huddling around in little groups, unsure of their futures anymore. The adults acted all business-like, making orders and addressing defenses; if you looked in their eyes, however, you couldn’t miss the glimpse of fear. Hugs were being given, words of love and comfort passed around, confessions expressed in hushed tones. After all, there was nothing left to do when doomsday was coming.

And here it is, our final night alive

As the earth burns to the ground

Oh boy, it's you that I lie with

As the atom bomb locks in

Oh boy, it's you I watch TV with

As the world, as the world caves in

Y/n found themselves wandering into the castle’s ballroom; once upon a time, the castle had been filled with anticipation for the event to come in that room. The Yule Ball that accompanied the TriWizard Tournament was a magical night, full of fancy and fun. As Y/n took in the sight of the now cold and dusty room, they could just pretend to hear the sound of music. In fact, the harder they listened, the more real it became.

Opening their eyes, Y/n looked around to find where this music actually must be coming from. It didn’t take long, however, until they spotted their longtime lover, Fred Weasley, standing near a window.

“Fancy us meeting here love.”

“I suppose I just wanted to remember…”

Fred reached out and grabbed Y/n’s hands, intertwining their fingers. “Me too.” He stretched out one of their arms, and removing his other hand he placed it on their waist. “Would you like to dance m’dear?”

Y/n let out an incredulous laugh. “What, now?”

“Why not? This is a ballroom after all!” Fred smiled and pulled them close to him, leaning into their body. His next words were below a whisper, but Y/n couldn’t miss them. “After all, we may never get another chance.”

Tears threatened to fall from Y/n’s eyes, but they just held Fred closer and focused on the sound of him humming. As they closed their eyes, they could see it all before them. Their first day at Hogwarts, the first time they played a prank with the twins, the first time Fred kissed them. Y/n could also see what could’ve been, a life full of peace and safety. A double wedding with George and his fiancè, a life in a beautiful little cottage, children to love and adore, growing old together.

And it all could still happen, but the ominous gray sky outside had ripped any hope or plans for the future away from those who were underneath it. Y/n could feel that their boyfriend felt the same, unspoken words and promises silently being shared as their body’s swayed together in time to a music only they knew.

“Y/n.”

“Yes Fred?”

“No matter what happens, just know, you have been the greatest joy of my life.” Fred pressed a kiss to Y/n’s cheek before readjusting his arms so he could fully hold them. “I have loved you yesterday, today, and I will love you forever.”

And as the time ticked slowly away from the two doomed lovers, they remained blissfully unaware of what the next 24 hours would bring. For they were fighting a losing battle, but their loss would bring the ultimate win for the people they loved. As they danced away the sunset, they never knew that they would become a legend, the two lovers who never got to fulfill their lives together.

It has been said, however, if you go into the ballroom at Hogwarts, sometimes you will see two ghosts dancing underneath the light of the chandelier. No music accompanies them, except for the gentle hum of the one that looks like a young boy. After all, who is to say that love couldn’t continue through death.

#harry potter #fred weasley #hogwarts #fred weasley x reader #gender neutral pronouns #fred weasley x y/n #as the world caves in #songfic

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devendrasbeard · 3 years

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My Bark Is Your Bite

Read it on ao3!

Written for @witcher-trick-or-treat event!

Prompt: Bite Pairing: Aiden/Lambert Rating: Explicit Warnings: NSFW, angry sex, biting

"A perfect dessert for my most wonderful customers today," Aiden flashed his white teeth in a smile while placing the four plates of flan on the table.

The woman sitting closest to him giggled like a teenager and adjusted her pearl necklace playfully. He winked at her and delighted in how her lashes fluttered and she did her best to hide both the blush on her cheeks and her wedding ring.

Through his twelve months of working in Haute-Bellegarde, Aiden has learned to cherish this type of customers the most. Middle aged ladies, playing homemaker while their husbands spent days on end at work being CEOs, estate agents and stockbrokers, were his perfect prey. When on a girls' night out, they'd spend their husbands' money on fancy dinners with prosecco, only to finish the nights in high end clubs and fondle some boys Aiden's age or even younger.

Lambert used to roll his eyes at them and call them "obnoxious Karens" but Aiden knew how to speak to their darker instincts and make them leave massive tips.

This time was no different. He shot one of the ladies a mischievous smile, brushed the other's hand with his lean fingers when handing her her dessert, and gave a genuine compliment to the last two ones. "Is there anything else I could do for you, my ladies?"

The pearl lady grinned, her smile predatory, eyes squinting a little, as she pushed a hundred bill across the table towards him. He pretended not to notice the little piece of paper with phone number underneath. "We're more than good, Aiden," the lady murmured. "Thank you for all your... services."

Aiden grabbed the bill, folded it in half and made a show of kissing it and sliding it tentatively into his back pocket. "Always a pleasure," he grinned before turning on his heel and returning to the kitchen.

And a fuming Lambert, standing with his arms crossed in the hallway.

"Am I a joke to you?" Lambert asked, jaw clenched, gritting his teeth so hard Aiden heard the unpleasant sound over the usual restaurant buzz. "Is our relationship a joke to you?"

"You're not really jealous over some fifty years old Karen, now are you?" Aiden looked him up and down, amused, and made his way to the kitchen. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

Lambert grabbed him by the arm, making him turn and face him. "I'm not done with you yet!"

Oh, he looked gorgeous when he was pissed off like this. His cheeks turned a delicious red, his pupils widened just the same as when Aiden was buried deep inside him and that little ginger strand of hair on his forehead somehow always found a way out of his perfectly slicked back man bun.

"You," Lambert's finger was directed straight at Aiden's nose, "will cut the flirting right now. I don't wanna see any of this!"

"Then you better close your eyes, honey, cause this ass is gonna earn me a second pay today." Aiden once again turned on his heel and made his way to the kitchen.

"Motherfucker!"

In the next moment, Aiden felt Lambert's hands squeezing his arms tight and his teeth sinking into his shoulder. It hurt. He felt the prickling on his skin and the unpleasant wet sensation when Lambert's teeth pierced through his shirt and then bit into his flesh.

"What the fuck?!" he screamed, the pain blurring his vision, but then the feeling turned into something entirely different, heat coiling deep in his belly and a pleasurable spark traveling down his spine. He instinctively threw one arm back and hooked it around Lambert's neck. "Fuck, Lamb, can you... do that again?"

"You kinky bastard," Lambert spat, spinning Aiden around and pushing him against the wall. He seemed overtaken by anger and lust and yet there was a protective hand on the back of Aiden's head, so that he wouldn't hit his head on the wall.

But then there were the teeth again.

Lambert nipped at Aiden's neck, at his earlobe, grazed his jawline with his teeth, while pressing his whole body against Aiden.

"Fuck, Lambert... Shit," Aiden let out a needy moan and threw his head back to expose his neck. Lambert immediately got the hint and went with his teeth straight to Aiden's throat, pressing hard to his pulse, leaving a bruise. Aiden carded his hand through his boyfriend's hair, pulling him closer, pressing his face harder to his neck. "Fuck, give it some effort..."

"I'm starting to think you're doing all the teasing on purpose," Lambert breathed against Aiden's neck, licking up the sensitive skin where his teeth went just seconds ago.

"Maybe I am," Aiden breathed a laugh. "You're not paying enough attention to me, so I have to flirt with middle aged ladies to get you focused back on me."

"You have my full attention, kitten, and yet you keep flaunting your body around like there's no tomorrow," Lambert mumbled, kissing along Aiden's throat, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to expose more skin.

"Are you gonna punish me now for having a hot body that you personally are crazy about?" Aiden laughed, but lust was already fogging his mind, his hips moving forward at their own volition, looking for friction.

"Don't push it," Lambert growled. "I know what you want... I'm gonna mark you up, so that every person that enters will immediately know that you're taken... That you're mine..."

Aiden loved their back and forth, he loved pushing Lambert's buttons, loved driving him up the wall. He knew how his looks worked on people and he was sure to use them for his benefit. Seeing Lambert freak out and act on his jealousy was one of Aiden's favourite games, and in a twisted way he enjoyed keeping his lover on his toes, only to be assured in a rather forceful manner that he belonged to Lambert only.

Because at the end of the day it was all about Lambert. He was all that Aiden saw and cared about. His bad wolf, his crazy little puppy, the love of his life since day one. And now it was no different - the whole world disappeared, nothing was more important than this man's hands on Aiden's hips and his teeth on his heated skin.

"Geralt, they're doing it again!" He heard Triss' voice from somewhere very very far away, like from another end of a tunnel. "And they're biting each other!"

"They're what now?" Geralt's voice came to him equally muffled and distanced and he didn't pay it any attention. He did pay attention when Geralt hauled them both up by the necklines of their shirts, like a mother cat with her kittens. He shoved them towards the freezer, opened the door and pushed them both in. "There, cool off a little. I'll let you out in five minutes and you better get back to work."

"Well, that's new," Lambert huffed, facing the closed door, hands on his hips. "Maybe we really gotta-"

Aiden cut him off by wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, his teeth grazing Lambert's nape, just under his hairline. "I'm having none of that, pup. You promised me something just minutes ago." He bit Lambert's ear, making him growl in response.

"Greedy little bitch," Lambert mumbled, turning around to face Aiden again. "You really want this? Now?"

"I really need you to teach me a lesson, love," Aiden breathed hotly against Lambert's lips, before going in for another hot kiss. "C'mon, leave your mark."

All Lambert could do was growl in response and launch at Aiden. He pushed his whole body against Aiden's, making him walk back slowly, till his back hit the metal shelves behind them. Lambert's hands were already everywhere - unbuttoning Aiden's shirt, getting rid of his tie, unbuckling his belt... Aiden threw his head back, closing his eyes, feeling the cold air of the freezer on his exposed skin.

Even though Lambert seemed pissed, he silently obeyed Aiden's wish, teasing and sucking and biting along Aiden's neck. He might have looked annoyed by Aiden's demands, but Aiden knew damn well he enjoyed it just as much. His hot breath on Aiden's neck and bared chest caused goosebumps on his skin and he grabbed Lambert by his ass to pull him closer.

"We have five minutes," Aiden panted against Lambert's hair, bucking his hips after Lambert bit his neck once again. "You better get moving, pup."

"I hate you so fucking much," Lambert mumbled against Aiden's chest before rolling one of Aiden's nipples between his teeth. "Fucking unbearable." Another nip to the sensitive skin of Aiden's pectoral. "So fucking needy and demanding." He slid down to his knees, leaving kisses and bite marks along Aiden's belly, before unzipping Aiden's trousers and taking his cock in his mouth with one smooth move.

"That's it, pup," Aiden breathed, throwing his head back and resting it against the cold metal shelves.

"Don't you 'pup' me here or I'll bite your cock off," Lambert threatened before giving Aiden's dick a long, wanton lick, from the base all the way to the tip. "The audacity..."

"You love this," Aiden laughed and put one hand on Lambert's head to guide him, give him a sense of the rhythm he was hoping for. "C'mon, I want to see how much you love me, so that I won't think of anyone else..."

Lambert grunted around his cock in response, but didn't release him to bite back with another snarky comment. His palms tightened on Aiden's asscheeks, though, fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh. And Aiden loved everything about this. The cold air of the freezer caused goosebumps on his skin, and at the same time Lambert's hot breath and warm fingers made him tremble with need and unrestrained lust. He tangled his fingers tightly into Lambert's hair and pushed his hips forward.

Another grunt left Lambert's lips, but this time without any hint of annoyance. This was a sound of pure want and desire, and so Aiden bucked forward even more, his hips finding a steady, quick rhythm. Lambert's hands on his ass felt incredibly good, shielding him from the cold, steadying him, pushing him further to go and chase his pleasure. He looked down at his lover and they locked eyes in the silent understanding, Lambert's brow cocked playfully. His cheeks were already red and his lips slick and puffy and the sound he made around Aiden's cock sent pleasurable shivers down Aiden's spine.

With an obscene pop Lambert released Aiden's dick and immediately replaced his mouth with a hand, his grip solid and his moves steadfast. "Do you want me to bite you while you come?" he asked and sent Aiden a wicked smile.

"Fuck." That was all Aiden could muster, pleasure already fogging his mind and making him lose any last bits of self control he had left. He was so fucking close and Lambert was there playing him with that sarcastic grin on his face. "Yes," he tried weakly, his voice strained and dark.

Lambert got up on his feet, pressing his whole body against Aiden, not letting his dick out of his grasp for a moment. His own hard cock, still trapped in his pants, rubbed against Aiden's and Aiden reached to grab Lambert's ass again, to hold him as close as possible.

A bite to his neck and then a harder one to his shoulder, combined with Lambert's hand still working his cock quickly and steadily, was all that Aiden needed to be sent over the edge. He came with a growl, hips stuttering, a hand pressing Aiden's face to Lambert's neck to muffle the obscene sounds of his orgasm. Aiden's fingers curled around Lambert's flesh and he couldn't help himself but bite his lover too, leaving a mark on the exposed skin of Lambert's neck. He panted heavily, getting down from his wave, slumping in Lambert's arms, looking for his mouth with greedy lips.

"You know that I love nobody but you," he whispered against Lambert's lips.

"Then don't act like I'm a fucking supporting gig in your incredible life," Lambert mumbled in response. "I need to know, I need to be fucking sure that you're mine."

Aiden reached for some towels, lying on the shelf nearby and cleaned himself and Lambert off. "You know," he said casually, tucking himself in, "I don't see a ring on my finger."

The noise that left Lambert's mouth sounded as if someone had punched him in the gut. "You... You want to get married?"

"If that's gonna give you the peace of mind you so desperately need," Aiden replied with a smirk, but his eyes were serious.

"Yes. Yes! Okay, let's get married then!" Lambert launched at him, pressing his lips so hard against Aiden's that all air left his lungs. He was still dizzy from his orgasm and now the overwhelming feeling of love made his head spin even more. He squeezed Lambert's ass, laughing against his mouth, his playful tongue hot against Lambert's.

The door to the freezer opened and Geralt's exasperated grunt reached their ears. "I'm glad you managed to make up, now back to work!"

"Fuck off, Wolf, we're getting married!" Lambert replied with a grin, only to get thwacked on the head with Geralt's towel.

#witcher trick or treat #le fanfics #the witcher fic #disaster husbands #aiden x lambert #lambden #laiden #lambert x aiden

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theblondebondd · 3 years

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what my dream stevesharon wedding story would be even though i know it'll never happen :

first of all, it can't just be the usual proposal wedding. it needs to be something to convince them to finally tie the knot. i want it to be a mini like, few issues long, event.

villain : nightmare, coming back after they beat the hell out of and outsmarted him back in vol3. i think it'd be a good callback

plot : them being somehow separated through time. steve being sent to the past, sharon being sent to the future. this allows steve to tackle his fears and mistakes in the past, and forces sharon to acknowledge their potential future, which she's spent their entire relationship being practically terrified of.

the entire theme of their relationship has been the fact that they're pulling to each other through time. this has always been used for steve, and, in marvel's own words, " anchoring him to the present ". this has never been used to impact sharon, and i think it should be here. to show that, i feel like steve needs to make it through the past of their relationship FAR faster than sharon makes it through their future. when he makes it back to the present, he can start fighting and losing said fight with nightmare. his struggle breaks sharon out of her future visions and pulls her right back.

the event continues with ian coming back and bringing ellie to the main universe ( don't ask how, idc how ). let sharon, having now seen one of their potential futures as a family, grow past her fear of commitment and propose to steve ( we're gonna pretend thst time in the 2012 run didn't happen, and say this is the first time she's really brought up the idea of marriage to him ). steve can joke that it's usually the other way around, and then we can skip the planning and whatever and jump to the last issue, which can be the official wedding / honeymoon.

the end.

#marvel #captain america #marvel comics #marvel ships #sharon carter #steve rogers #staron #stevesharon

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rpmemesbyarat · 4 years

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RP Meme from Netflix's "A Series of Unfortunate Events: A Bad Beginning: Part Two"

I'm sorry to say that the alleged entertainment you are watching is extremely unpleasant.

From the beginning of this miserable tale to the last melancholy scene, I cannot think of a single line, a single word, that does not chill me to my deepest bones.

"Why?" you may ask.

Do you know what the question I'm asked the most is?

Will you please leave the premises?

Why do I do it?

Why respond to the siren song that the Spanish call 'El Theater'?"

For fame and fortune?

For the costumes!

Where are the costumes?

Stay in the car.

Well, we've got to reach them. Try Peru.

I'm keeping an eye on things best I can

I present it to you now in the hopes that the police inspectors, concerned citizens and television executives might finally leave me alone.

I have an appointment for a haircut right now.

Well, in that case, we're going to need a map of the city.

You'll never get away with this.

I already did get away with it.

Put some elbow grease into it!

Who knows what would happen to us on the street?

At least here we have a roof over our head.

Can I warm that up for you? And also give you some very bad news?

When I was a little boy, I would have given my eyeteeth to be raised by an actor.

I have terrible friends.

It sounds like Latin.

Now, I'm sorry if I have to usher you out posthaste, but I've got work to do.

I'll have my new secretary give you a ride home as soon as he's finished typing up that report.

Shall I let them off the hook?

I spent all morning making these cupcakes for you.

They're store bought!

Aren't raspberries delicious?

I'm afraid I may have acted a bit standoffish.

I want you to participate in my next play.

It tells the story of a very handsome and good-looking man, played by me.

A pretty girl like you shouldn't be working backstage.

It's a very important role

What did you call me?

I'm not sure I'm talented enough to perform professionally.

I would prefer it if you participate voluntarily

The point is, I can order you to participate, and you must obey.

I can't stand looking at you anymore.

Killing us will do him no good.

I have never been married myself.

Are you here to continue your research?

I have quite the interest in theater, you know.

I would give up every last wig just to wear a costume.

I'm actually considering a career in law. I find those books quite fascinating.

There are countless types of books in this world, which makes good sense because there are countless types of people.

[NAME], what's happened to your face?

No, no, no, it should be delicate! Fetching!

I just think, even in changing context, that marriage is an inherently patriarchal construction

Are you leaving?

Oh, there we go, sweet girl.

Does that mean what I think it means?

It means you're going to be a star.

You have got the star quality necessary for a small walk-on role

Now, you can see it.

It's a very important part, although you won't be listed in the program.

All my life I wanted to be a bride

It's almost too good to be true.

Spend some time with your new father.

Seize the children!

I have three kinds of butter cream icing here for you to sample. One's vanilla, one has a hint of nutmeg and the other's a little lemony.

I told you never to say that word.

We'll order takeout.

Let me eat cake.

You can't just keep us in here.

What do you think will happen to you then?

I'm gonna stay up all night with a book.

The book was not at all interesting. The book was long and difficult.

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in your room.

I was in my room all night, and I know what you're up to.

Me? I'm just having my morning coffee

If you use fancy-pants words first thing in the morning,

you're going to end up a very lonely man.

I figured out your scheme.

You don't know the difference between figuratively and literally, do you?

I'm leaping in the air because I'm very happy.

I'm so happy I could jump for joy, but I'm saving my energy for other matters.

This play won't be pretend. It'll be real and legally binding.

A man like me can acquire any number of beautiful women

What's in it for me?

Can you name me a language that was spoken by ancient Romans and is still spoken by very irritating people today?

Whatever will we do?

I guess that proves reading really is fundamental.

But I'm not old enough to get married.

It certainly is so strange to find a child missing, and one so small, so helpless.

When did you see her last?

Did you hear that? It came from outside.

Oh, you're not looking in the right place.

Oh, don't look so down.

Let her go. She's done nothing to you.

Please, she's just a baby.

Just don't harm her.

I would never, ever marry you.

Any animal owner will tell you that a stubborn mule will move toward the carrot because it wants the reward of food and away from the stick because it wants to avoid the punishment of rump pain.

Would it be so terrible to be my bride, to live in my house for the rest of your life?

You're a terrible man.

I may be a terrible man, but I have concocted a foolproof way of getting your fortune.

What have you done?

I wish I had an inventor here.

You came.

You sent for me.

Things are disastrous. Everything's gone wrong.

What went wrong?

Why would anyone listen to a consultant?

Are you free Friday night to attend the theater?

But what shall we do until then?

Could you cut these ropes for me?

You should get some sleep.

It's my turn.

I didn't help us.

You just didn't finish the job.

Let me keep my promise.

Having a brilliant idea isn't as easy as turning on a light.

But just as a single bulb can illuminate even the most depressing of rooms, the right idea can shed light on a depressing situation.

It's so wonderful that, in addition to your many talents, you have a marvelous eye for fashion.

Tell me if this is too much.

How pleasant that you could join us.

What are you gonna do with me?

It was a grappling hook.

I understand she's yours.

I'm not his bride.

You know, some people say that the hardest job in the world is raising a child.

I'll touch whatever I want.

What happened? Why are we up here?

It's so high. You must have been terrified.

I'm sorry it didn't work.

The invention worked fine. I just got caught.

You're gonna need to flip it a couple of times, like, okay?

And don't touch the baby!

Do you think you could invent something to help us escape?

I am certain that over the course of your own life, you have noticed that certain rooms reflect the personalities of the occupants.

If we had kerosene, we could make Molotov cocktails with those old wine bottles.

What are Molotov cocktails?

They're small bombs. If we throw them out the window, we could attract attention.

It's time for the big event.

Taking the role of a handsome man is certainly a brave choice.

Is it a stretch for you?

I think live theater is a much more powerful medium

than, say, streaming television.

Evil plot?

The wedding will be around 10 PM, followed by champagne toasts, reception with cake and finger food, then the after-party at the Mexican place.

All my anxieties are put to rest.

Don't distract me with idle chatter.

Get it absolutely right.

Change of plans. Sit here. Don't distract her.

Don't suppose you know how to play poker.

Would you like to deal?

I am very handsome, but I am only one man.

He's so handsome.

If I can't have him, my heart will literally break.

That can't be true!

But that piece of paper's not an official document.

I think you'll see that it is figuratively real.

I'm afraid this marriage is entirely binding.

This is absolutely horrendous. I won't allow it!

I'm afraid there's nothing you can do.

You were easily tricked!

It was child's play, winning this fortune.

You promised to let her go!

You idiot! What are you doing?

So, you escaped, you little dishrag.

Well, that doesn't count.

You're just being a sore loser and trying to ruin my special day.

You should never be afraid to admit that you don't know something.

This is a very complicated case.

It would take a formidable legal scholar to solve it.

It was thoroughly impressive and utterly convincing.

I'm even considering firing your associate

I was kidnapped

I'll get my hands on your fortune if it's the last thing I do.

You have to capture him! You have to go after him!

You let the authorities worry about that.

Sorry, but the children must come with me.

Some things in life are difficult to understand, even after years and years of thinking about them while wandering alone through desolate landscapes, usually during the off-season.

The world is quiet here.

As with so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don't understand it, doesn't mean it isn't so.

Things are worse than we thought.

Then we don't have a moment to lose.

What's a woman like you building in a place like this?

Leave no stone unturned.

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Libi: Okay, so my basic premise for who Libi is going to be at her core, WOO; I was thinking about how we said that she is Tess' second (lowkey third but I'll let you live gal) chance at 'getting it right' and raising a child well, which, OBVIOUSLY, she's never told or anything but there's an innate pressure in that that you'd know on some level, likewise her mum AND dad died so everyone would be quick with those comparisons always, this family and Liam's mum when that contact is made because her daughter died as well as; Then that made me think of the pressure Ro felt because you know, bad shit happened to Bea (Edie and Liam in this case) and then she got saved by McVickers and felt like she owed everyone to be great and do great things; so my vibe is that BUT COMING FROM A LESS SELFISH, WEIRD, PERFECTIONISM ANGLE soz not soz Ro, we know what you did; I see her being better behaved as she grows up, far more than her parents obviously but lowkey better behaved than any of the mcvickers or cali kids ever were because she thinks everyone deserves that, her not causing any more problems, but again UNLIKE Ro, she wouldn't be different to a degree of not fitting in because she'd make a massive effort to be there for everyone and every event, be likeable and get along with as much of the fam as possible, obviously some of that is natural charm but it's also putting in the time ahem Rosaline; like, she's a people pleaser, to a fault, and all she cares about is making everyone else, Tess, Fearghal, Ali, JJ etc etc, happy and making sure she's being what she thinks they want her to be/need her to be, and like that is what makes her happy because she is doing it out of love and respect not obligation but she doesn't know she's doing it, you know? Again, it's innate, how she is, but that's where the arc can come in, in realising that she goes with what makes everyone else happy, is who they need, but what does SHE want herself, and what does SHE need? A way I thought we could make this a Bobby/Libi storyline if we wanted (but we do not have to) is if she does have feelings for him, could be any point on his timeline gfs and kids wise whatever, but she lets him go and have whatever gf or do whatever thing because she's like that's what he wants he doesn't like me or want me like that etc, because she doesn't let herself want things selfishly or do anything just for herself Bobby: we should totally have them be together as little bubs because they are and it's like a running joke that they are gonna get together/get married like we've lowkey already said but more so but maybe the vibe is he is really shy how he is and lowkey it's like a my sister and me vibe where she does all the talking and socialising for him and like all their friends are joint friends Bobby: not in a creepy Ro and Ali way but Bobby: and we will let you outgrow that sir Libi: it makes sense because obviously we're learning sign language so simply Bobby can't communicate with most kids by himself, that's facts, and it's easier to have another kid help you than Jimmy always being there, or whoever he has helping him at school, you know Bobby: oh snap maybe I flip reverse what I said and Cammie's mum is the deaf one too and the vibe could be that like Libi pushes him to get some deaf friends as they become like tweens/teens so he can communicate himself so he does and does become more outgrowing that way but maybe he lowkey leans too hard into deaf culture for a while there and she feels like pushed out by it because it's something she can't be a part of Libi: ooh yeah, that makes a lot of sense Bobby: it adds something to Cammie's character as well being hearing but having two deaf parents so that's interesting Bobby: and also makes sense why JJ have to help them so much as well as them just being young Libi: right, there's a lot of shit Cammie would have to do from a young age if not for JJ lowkey 'cos it's just easier for a hearing kid than it is a deaf adult in this world Libi: her mum could maybe be more partial for ease but yes Bobby: and like it makes sense that Libi would push her feelings aside when those two grow closer/happen because she'd be like well they're both deaf that's something I can't give him and something I want him to have Libi: exactly, it'd feel really selfish to wreck that even if you didn't have all the ingrained shit she does around it Bobby: and obviously he actually wants to be with her as well but thinks she doesn't want that and before you now it there's baby Cammie so it's like well now I gotta try and make this work because don't wanna be a shit father like I had Libi: oh the drama of it all Libi: love it Libi: and we've not really got (that I can think of) a never mind I'll find someone like you type deal Libi: because usually it's like JUST SAY IT but it actually makes sense here to pine and long but let him go Libi: hence I'm here for it Libi: So, what I'm thinking right now is, that they're like never officially together, like it just keeps being an in-joke kinda vibe and like we're JUST best friends and then kind of like family, but obviously as they get into tween/teen years it's beyond a stage you can pretend you're just a kid playing at being girlfriend and boyfriend and as you said boo, that will coincide with JJ wedding and kids roughly so then it'd be more obvious like it's not going to happen seriously, then she can encourage him to get deaf friends etc, but I feel like he should only meet Cammie's mum just before or at uni (or whatever equivalent he's doing after school) so then it is quick and not like they were even mates before so it's less of a shock for all, you know? Bobby: I totally agree because I strongly pictured him being best man at the JJ wedding (soz Pete) and her being one of the bridesmaids and all the bants that go along with that and them both being SO 😳 Bobby: and yeah he could live the cliché that Jac was mocking and literally get with this girl freshers week I'd believe it Libi: Right? it then mirrors the Jameson/Cammie thing except they literally are just BFFs and there isn't anything going on Libi: there's actually weight to this but we're just like haha no don't be silly Bobby: and we've literally not done that trope with childhood boy girl best friends before really because baze are probably the closest but they were always so clearly in love and refusing to fight it so it's fun Libi: exactly, because unknowingly or otherwise, we're fighting against all the cliches and tropes that come with this family Libi: like I'm going to not do any of those things that caused drama for everyone and this is clearly too close to home, even though I don't think anyone would actually be that bothered, we've just really internalized and gone with it Bobby: like how nobody cares Jac is gay except Jac herself Libi: right Libi: but obviously she's good at keeping this all internal because no one can or is gonna clock it and be like, babe, it's okay Libi: like JJ might be a bit like oop, keeping it in the family but as long as you're both happy they really don't care, and same for mcvickers even if Tess is suspish of everyone that comes into any gal's life 'cos trauma lol Bobby: Bobby wasn't trying to make deaf culture happen for himself but Libi would have been so excited for him to get out there and do it that he would've been excited too and then it is literally like a new world opening up because who has he ever interacted with that's deaf before Bobby: didn't mean to lowkey leave you behind gal but Libi: it's kinda her own fault, not to blame you but clearly literally what we do like okay he's happy now mission accomplished Bobby: and maybe Cammie's mum is like the deaf equivalent of those gays who make it their whole identity so she's really selling it and so he also thinks okay this is who I should be with Libi: we know the vibe, like it's more excusable but still, I get you Libi: I see it Libi: a bit of a baby gay equivalent like go too hard and you're like I need to calm this down Libi: UNRELATED BUT Libi: think it will please you Libi: Jay is born 32 like Bobby, I'm pretty sure, and I thought Libi and her would also make for interesting content because Jay obviously feels she owes a lot to the fam for not being stuck with Chloe etc etc and the very little we did with her gave off a similar energy to me Libi: and she has her commitment issues in relationships because of her mum situation so they can bond over the shit that holds 'em back even though it's different stuff Bobby: and her relationship with Ava being her mum but also not being is something I feel like Libi can relate to because of how she was raised and the Rio and Buster-ness of it all because they wanted to raise her and obvs they wanted to raise Jay for a while there too Bobby: plus all the travelling she does is something that Libi could potentially join her in doing if she needs an escape so that's nice Libi: 100% it makes for a strong friendship there's a lot of parallels if not total similarities Libi: it makes a lot of sense, it's coming together baby Bobby: if you need to get away from seeing Bobby literally playing happy families, I can offer you that gal because I'm gonna have her go to uni/live in new york probably now that Nancy isn't because her face actually did live there idk if they still do or what but Bobby: we know the vibe is that she goes everywhere and can't settle so you'll have lots of chances to run away in a way that won't upset anyone Bobby: and when she gets her man and it works out we could totally coincide that because she can be like if I can do it so can you Libi: a mood a moment Bobby: all I know is Bobby is gonna be more chatty because neither Jimothy or Jesse are so I must but not to Jude levels of !!! Libi: a nice middleground Libi: which is kind of what I see for her honestly Libi: less in your face than 1. we were as a little bub 2. a lot of the fam but still sociable enough that it jives well with most of 'em Bobby: I'm so happy about all of this and honestly Cammie's mum being deaf makes so much sense in terms of what we were already thinking about her being more distant and working a lot Libi: if she doesn't give up the fight, she could be some kind of advocate vibe Libi: 'cos then Cammie can't even call her out really Libi: like soz this is important, maam your child Bobby: exactly what I was thinking we're in sync rn boo Libi: because it all makes sense, you gotta follow one thread and then the story shows itself tbh Libi: because tying in Astrid too, obviously that makes sense because she loses her mum too, and she'd ultimately be a really good influence because after Ro dies Astrid is kind of freed to do whatever she wants for herself Libi: and how much happier it makes her, how much she improves...well Libi: sips tea Bobby: I LOVE THIS Libi: and who else is taking the autistic girl that seriously and letting her teach you things Libi: love that for you Libi: she's living her best life and we can see that Bobby: she can be in their friend group, I'm happy Libi: ALSO, I feel as if she couldn't lie to Astrid Libi: because she says how she sees it bluntly and we're not going to feel comfortable fobbing her off because of that insistence, so that'll be good for you even when we're hiding it from everyone else Libi: everyone else you've just got to be vaguely like oh no no and it's dropped and like okay Bobby: we're gonna get to show so many different sides of Libi, I'm always here for that Bobby: and however far we go down the Astrid and her gf eating disorder rabbit hole, we''ll have Libi not treating her like a kid which is great Libi: yeah, there's loads we can do with the end of gen 4 for them all it's a mood Bobby: okay so what or who would you like to throw Libi at first Libi: that is the question Bobby: just so we know Bobby is going to Trinity and studying Business, Economics and Social Studies (B.E.S.S.) which is business, economics, political science and sociology basically so he can end up working at that advertising place with Jimothy after he has done this 4 years Bobby: Cammie's mum is there doing deaf studies which is also 4 years Libi: do we wanna do a rough timeline for these people mentioned here Libi: Jay born 32, we find out about her when she's 7 in 39 Libi: Bobby is born 32 and comes into the story 38 Libi: Libi is born 34, Edam die 35, we know this situation, is 4 soon to be 5 when she meets Bobby vias JJ Libi: Astrid is born 35 and Ro dies in 44 when Astrid is 9 Libi: JJ can get married 46, so Libi is 12 and Bobby is 14 Libi: doesn't have to be when we intro the deaf friends to the point of exclusion obvs but it's timed so we never have the 'real' relationship chat of it all obvs Libi: so Bobby would go to uni in 50-51 and Camie is born 51 start of 2nd year Libi: that gives us this good 4 year period before uni to play with, then obviously we know the vibe of when she's born and making that work etc Libi: Hmm, I think it would make the most sense to do a gap year then stay local, like that's the ideal Libi: because I really think she'd struggle being away from the fam Libi: but I'm kinda thinking maybe to be cruel she DOES go away because it seems like something the fam are like yay about Libi: 'cos she'd try really, really hard to stay but they should at least notice that and she can transfer for a reprieve Bobby: that's really nice actually Libi: she should do her first year in Liverpool, the rest at Trinity Libi: okay, so film studies, it was only 3 years in Liverpool but we're changing to trinity and you do years 1 and 2 (aka whilst Bobby is still there at least for year 1 but I need to check anyway) there and years 3 and 4 at Columbia uni in new york, aka where Jay is Libi: **remind me to check the times but we need to give him a solid bday and I'm changing hers up too Libi: this is just roughly Libi: but this way we can be cruel with it lol

#gen 4 #just bibi actually but you know #a bit of jay and astrid etc

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Cyrus and TJ's relationship can be described as ‘almost-something-not-quite-there-yet” and has been at that stage for a rather frustrating six months. He's not sure why it's taking them so long to do about it, but Cyrus is certain that TJ must have also acknowledged the tension between them because there have been a few near misses so far where he's thought 'this is iT, he's going to tell me how it feels’ only for TJ to break off what he was saying and turn it into some unrelated ramble. Thanks to this, it's becoming more and more common for him to feel like he's about to tear his hair out when the two of them spend time together. He doesn't want to push TJ to do or say anything he's not ready to do or say, but Cyrus figures it's time to take matters into his own hands or they might actually be stuck at this glacial pace of romance for the next fifty years. He doesn't think he can take fifty years of longing looks and heartfelt texts that lead to nothing. He'll go insane.

The opportunity to make a move arises when Bex and Bowie finally settle on the date of their wedding. At first there's a little hesitation, the engagement has been called off and called back on more than once now and they're all starting to wonder if they'll actually ever do it, but when it's only about a month away Cyrus figures they're finally safe from any drama and starts concocting a plan.

“I need to book dance lessons,” he says offhandedly when they're all lazing around Buffy's house one day. He's sprawled dramatically across one of the couches with his feet up on TJ's lap and a bowl of popcorn on his chest. It's a movie day but the horror flick they're watching is so terrible that nobody's been paying attention for the last forty five minutes. “For the wedding. There's going to be waltzing, right? I don't know how to waltz. Andi, do you know where Bowie's getting his?”

Andi eyes him suspiciously. She's well aware that Cyrus knows how to waltz. He had taught her to waltz when they were twelve. His mom had made him have lessons as a kid. Cyrus is fantastic at waltzing, even if he does say so himself. However, TJ doesn't know that. He gives her a look that says 'play along I'm begging you've and she sighs.

“At the dance studio on second street, I think,” she says. He's so blessed to have such good friends. “Bex knows one of the girls that runs it so she's giving him a discount.”

“You don't know how to waltz?” TJ asks curiously, perfectly on cue. “Don't you do dance for your P.E classes?”

Cyrus shrugs. “It's not ballroom.”

The thing is, he's concocted the perfect plan. TJ doesn't know Cyrus knows how to waltz, but Cyrus knows that TJ does. TJ had surprised them all with this knowledge a few weeks ago at a school dance. Jonah wanted to impress a girl he liked, TJ offered to show him how to dance and everyone got their happily ever after. Except Cyrus. TJ had not waltzed with Cyrus. He's still a little bitter about it.

“I could teach you,” he offers. “Save you the money.”

“Really?” Cyrus says, grinning. “Awesome. Yeah, that would be great thanks.”

Cyrus mentally marks phase one of mission ‘get TJ to admit his feelings’ a success.

TJ comes over on Saturday. Cyrus’ mom and stepdad have gone out to some barbeque with friends and won't be back until later so he's taking advantage of an empty house as much as he can. He makes sure to run to the store in the morning to grab some of TJ's favourite chips and soda (Baja blast Mountain Dew because what else do you expect from a teenage boy), and does a rush job at tidying up even though TJ has definitely seen the house in a much worse state than it is. He's been over during family events - he knows how wild they get. There's an odd nervous sensation thrumming in Cyrus’ veins. He has no reason to be on edge. It's just TJ. He tells himself this over and over, trying to calm down, but still jumps when he heard the front door opening and TJ yelling a greeting through the house. He's been letting himself in since they were fourteen now. It's a standard.

“I'm down here,” he yells back. They're going to be practicing in the basement so he's moved the ping-pong table out the way and set up the stereo so it's ready to go. TJ's socked feet thud down the stairs and he beams at him when he comes into view. He pulls Cyrus into a sideways hug and quickly releases him, making a beeline for the Mountain Dew. Cyrus rolls his eyes - typical.

“So how do you wanna do this?”

Cyrus shrugs. “You're the teacher.”

“You got music?”

He hands him to remote to the stereo. TJ fiddled with it for a moment before switching it on to a rhythmic rock beat with a grin. He puts it down, shrugs off his hoodie and walks towards Cyrus.

“You ready?” He pulls Cyrus towards him, positioning them both carefully.

“We're really just jumping into it, then?”

“Of course. I'm gonna lead and I'm gonna explain the steps as we go, okay? Try not to step on my feet.”

Cyrus does step on his feet, several times, quite deliberately. Each time it sets them both off in a bout of giggling and they have to pause for a moment. The afternoon continues in much the same vein, Cyrus pretending to be terrible and making TJ laugh and feeling like his whole world is complete everytime he catches TJ smiling softly at him. His heart thumps when their faces get close together and he hopes and prays that his palms aren't too sweaty where they're clasped in TJ's. It feels right, the two of them together like this.

There's a moment, when they're coming to the end of a song and slowing down where Cyrus thinks this might be it. TJ might say something. They're looking into one another's eyes, the world around them faded slightly, and he's holding his breath waiting for him to say anything. Then TJ coughs, ducks his head and pulls away, announcing they should take a break and get some lunch, and Cyrus kind of wants to scream in frustration. This plan is going to take longer than he expected.

As it turns out, the plans takes much longer than he expected. TJ gives him three more dance lessons before the wedding and nothing comes of them. It's the most irritated Cyrus has ever been with him, which he realises isn't technically fair because TJ isn't a mind reader and can't possibly know Cyrus is losing his grip on reality as a result of all these pent up emotions between them, but he can't help it.

The evening of the wedding is a beautiful one. It's being held in a large white tent in the park which is lit up with beautiful handmade lamps dotted around artfully, illuminating the flowers and chairs that have been set up for the ceremony. In the dark outside, fireflies flicker in and out of existence. The stars above them are almost unusually bright. It seems like there's a certain amount of magic in the air.

Cyrus may or may not cry during the vows. He and TJ sit together, knees pressed up against one another like always, the edges of their hands touching ever so gently stop them. He thinks he might have heard a sniffle or two from TJ as well, but he doesn't comment. TJ is sensitive about those kinds of things. Bex and Bowie are so obviously in love, they both nearly sob during their vows, and for a moment Cyrus envies them with everything he has. He wants that one day. To love somebody so much it consumes him, but it makes him happier and a better person in the process. He thinks about the boy sat next to him and how it feels like he's pretty close to that already.

In typical Mack fashion, they throw a stellar party for the reception. There's a live swing band and a lot of loud laughter. Champagne flows freely and a disco ball that he suspects was Andi's idea glitters above the makeshift dance floor. Cyrus watches in amusement as the guests get drinker, the dancing gets worse and the jokes get dirtier. Everyone's having such a good time. When the first waltz comes on, he catches TJ's eyes across the room.

It seems like time stops as he walks towards him. TJ meets him in the middle with a wide smile and pulls them both on to the dance floor, taking Cyrus’ hand and placing his own on his waist. Cyrus forgets all about pretending to be terrible but TJ doesn't seem surprised in the slightest.

“I knew you were faking,” he laughs.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Cyrus says, but he can't hold back his own smile. “... How'd you figure it out?”

He rolls his eyes. “I know you better than anyone, Cy. You're my best friend. You think I don't know you can dance? Your mom's shown me the pictures of your ballroom classes before. I'm not totally stupid.”

Cyrus prevents himself from saying 'that's debatable’ but it's a close call. TJ seems to read his mind and laughs anyway.

“I don't get why you needed to pretend, though,” he says. “You don't need to come up with excuses to hang out with me. You could tell me we're going to go sit in a field in silence for four hours and I'd still come because you'd be there.”

Cyrus sighs. “I know… it's just. I don't know. It's stupid, never mind.”

“No, what is it? Tell me.”

“I think…” he takes a deep breath. “You say you're my best friend, and that's true, but I also think you're more than that. And you have been for a really long time.”

TJ just keeps looking at him, saying nothing. Cyrus continues.

“Maybe it's just me that feels that way… but I don't think it is. I was hoping maybe if we got some one on one time doing something romantic maybe… maybe you'd say something?”.

“You pretended you couldn't dance because you wanted me to admit I have feelings for you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, obviously I do. Even Jonah knows that. Why didn't you just ask?”

Cyrus gapes at him. He can't believe it was that easy. TJ hadn't even hesitated to admit it. “... I didn't think of that.”

“You know, for the smartest guy I've ever met, you're kind of dumb,” TJ says with a fond look. “You could've told me how you felt too.”

“Oh… hush,” Cyrus says. “Stop smirking it's not funny.”

“It's pretty funny,” TJ grins. Cyrus pushes himself up on to his tiptoes to reach him, and just to wipe the amused smile from his face he presses a gentle kiss to his lips.

TJ makes him want to tear his hair out sometimes, but it's in the best way possible.

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the-settingsun · 5 years

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We're all gonna die - Edward Nygma x reader. Songfic

Please listen to the song as you read.

Quick songfic about my dear Eddie. Because he needs to be protected. My precisious baby boy. Feel free to request and give feedback I'd appreciate it. Also I dont proofread so point out any mistakes to me.

Gif credit to the owner.

Warnings : Blood, mentions of abuse, injuries.

The evil it spread like a fever ahead

,,What can be lost but never found?" Your boyfriend yelled at you while he took another bottle of alcohol and drank it in one go. The thunder encouraged him to put down the bottle on the small wooden table beside the window. He slowly started approaching you, you were expecting him to insult you again and his words schocked you. He wiped his nose with his hand and smirked ,,Do you like riddles?" He fake frowned ,,Or just the riddle man?". You froze, he found out about Eddie. Only man who treat you right. The GCPD was a pretty small after all. You knew what was this man infront of you capable of. ,,Please dont hurt him" you whispered looking down at your bare legs. ,,Honey, you know its for your own good" he purred into your ear. ,, Please stop" you said as quietly as possible. There was no point in fighting him, he always got what he wanted.

It was night when you died, my firefly.

After he was done with you he left like always. Broken glass, broken furniture and broken bones.

You didnt feel anything, your body wasnt yours anymore, your mind was black. But oh the floor the cold floor that make your skin crawl. Was is the floor or the blood? No one can tell. Cold, as the raging storm outside. The thunders couldnt be heard anymore but the lightning helped you see, always for a split second.

What could I have said to raise you from the dead?

Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?

As you watched the same picture appear before you for hours you gave up. The pain was not worth it. It was time to move on, past the small ligh provided by your eyes that got already used to the dark. You were ready to see the light. It was silence, you cried softly as you slowly pulled your hand from the wound caused by the glass shards.With the very last strenght you had you managed to reach broken table, with one leg missing. Your whole body weight was now relying on it. The crimson shined for a brief moment, another lightning. You fell again getting tiny pieces of wood stuck in your already bloody arm. The pain kicked in as you tried to reach the phone. Every step you took was followed by lightning, displaying the silluettes of broken window on the floor beneath your feet. You reached the phone and pushed yourself against the wall. Looking at your wound and bloody hands putting pressure on it. You sensed you had last few moment infrotn of you. And so you dialed the number

Edward Nygma

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Well you do enough talk

The moment you heard the dial tone you broke down. There was so much you didnt do in life, you wanted to

tell Edward everything, have amazing dates, help your daughter with her boyfriends, cry during your son's wedding. But now it was all gone in the clouds. ,, Hello this is Ed.Im sorry I cant currently talk leave a message" you put the phone down on the ground anf sighted.

My little hawk, why do you cry?

,Ed? Are you th-there?" Your lips slowly moved ,, (Y/N) is that you? Whats wrong? Where are you? Are you hurt" Ed spoke quickly through the screen. ,,Im home, I dont have much time, I-I-I think I-I'll die Ed. Im afraid" you heard him curse quietly,the some rumbling and door opening. Meanwhile you tried to adjust your position but your hand couldnt support you. So you sat there against cabinet slowly bleeding, looking at the ceiling above, clutching your stomach. You couldnt make out anything from the call except : Jim, help and Ed's panicking voice ,,(Y/N) talk to me please)"

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

You glanced at the clock, it was past midnight. ,,Ed can you believe it? I made it to another day" you chuckled and hissed in pain right after. ,,(Y/N) please hang on, Im coming, the ambulance is coming, you are gonna make it" This time it wasnt his typical panic voice. Ed was crying. You blinked and more tears fell down on you sleeves.

,,Ed, Im sorry"

We're all gonna die

You heard him sight,,No, (Y/N) there is nothing to be sorry for. Its all my fault" he said and his voice broke ,,I should have seen it, I should have protected you" he let out a sob and began crying and sobbin more. ,,Eddie? I-I, you're right I should have told someone. But please dont blame yourself. Dont" you whined and put your hand over your mouth. You focused so much on your sobs you couldnt hear Ed. ,,-I cant lose you (Y/N), you are the only one that ever accepted me" he went silent. Or was it you?

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head

Was it all a disguise, like Junior High

Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction

Now, where am I?

My fading supply

It was all too much, everything too fast and too slow at the same time.

Your cries overpowered the sound of now returned thunders as you heard cars going by below your window. ,,It hurts" you screamed in pain as you moved your arn away to overlook the injury again. ,,We're almost there (Y/N) just hold on."

,,Did you actually mean it?" Once again you asked but now with smile on your face. ,,Or is it just faded memory?" Remembering events of last weekend when you two attended police ball, he pretended to be your ,,scary" boyfriend infront of bunch of arrogant officers. Ed cleared his throath and gulped

,, The ball?" there was silence. You knew you couldnt stand up so you carefully started sliding yourself closer to the floor. ,,I did, you (Y/N) are the most beautiful, trustworthy and inteligent person I know" you stopped, only youd neck was now againt the cabinet. ,,Funny I thought you were just bluffing"

Did you get enough love, my little dove

Why do you cry?

,,What happened (Y/N) I thought you two were happy" you went silent letting the thunder be answer. You used your free habd to push yourself away from the cabinet. Now you were just laying there ,,I thought so too Ed. I loved him I did. I told myself" he kept silent you presumed he was close. Despite thunders you heard a train on the other line. The train station. He wasn't gonna make it. There wasnt enough time for him to hold you in his arms. ,,I love you Ed" you whispered loud enough for it to be heard. He took a deep breath. You messed up, but he deserves to know.

,,I love you so much (Y/N), now you cant leave here alone. I-I cant make it withouth you"

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best

Though it never felt right

My little Versailles

,,Isnt it funny? I was always too scred to tell you and now" you coughed and gasped for air ,,we cant be together anyways. Maybe we could be another tragic pair of lovers like in the books" you softly laughted before you strated coughing again. It was blood, but at your state there wasnt place around there wasnt blood. ,,(Y/N) It was me who bought you the flowers not officer-" you stopped him ,,I always knew, the wws this little voice in my head that i-i-it was y-you." You winced as breathed. Last minutes.

The hospital asked should the body be cast

Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky

Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth

Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?

,, Eddie, we both know how is it going to end. I just do-do-ont want you to blame yourse-lf" you both inhales sharply. You because speaking makes you weaker and Ed because he was having a war with himself right now.,,No" you were silent. ,,No, there will not be anything I'd have to regret!" He yelled and cried at the same time. Poor Eddie, you knew how vulnerable he was. ,,If I die" I dont want you to visit me. ,, I wouldnt want you to dwell on the past. I'll be a dead end. Literally" you giggled a little before Ed screamed through the phone ,,FOR GODS SAKE (Y/N) YOU ARE DYING. STOP JOKING ABOUT IT."

,,Sorry, sorry. I am serious. Do-Do not attend my funereal, dont bring me flowers, dont get involved in the case." whispering you wiped your tears for the first time.

,,Why (Y/N)? So am I supposed to forget about you? If you are telling truth and you do love which I certainly hope you do. You are the love of my life (Y/N)." Once again the muffled cried from the other side of the phone were drown out by the now stronger storm. ,,Because I would break you"

Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Why do you cry?

,,Tell me a-a-a ridd-d-riddle Edd-Eddi-Ed" you sighted as you felt your breath slowing down every minute. ,,What are the three words that are said too much, but not enough"

,,I love you"

,,So do I"

Silence.

Make the most of your life, while it is rife

,,H-H-El-Hell-Hello?" You coughed so hard your head raised from the ground only to fall back there.

,, Im here (Y/N), Jim is here. You are here. Im not losing you now."

He hanged up.

While it is light

The front door opened and the lights turned off. It shocked your body and you gasped. A figure was kneeling next to you. It was Edward Nygma. The one you loved.

Well you do enough talk

,,I wanted to grow old with you

(Y/N). I still want to. Dont.leave.me" Ed held you tighter and put his hand on your cheek and as he slowly sobbed. Hie glasses were wet from his tears and rain. He was a shaking mess. You looked into his eyes. And smiled.

My little hawk, why do you cry?

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die

You lifted up the hanf that was on your wound. Ed quickly put it back, applying the pressuee back. Being confused and still pouring his soul out through tears. You sturggled and released yourself from his grip. You hand was now cupping his cheek. With every little strenght you had you barely leaned forward and pecked edwards lips he was just starring at you, knowing its the end. With that, he pressed you towards him harder and frantically held you thinking you could disappear in every second. With that the ambulance arrived and...

We're all gonna die

Name : (Y/N) (L/N)

Date of death : 4th of july

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agentunwin · 6 years

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RUNAWAY [SHAWN X READER]

A/N: God this is honestly so bad because I just wrote it really quick just to have something to upload, so I’m sorry in advance jdks

Prompt: It’s your wedding day, but the man you actually want to marry will be sitting in the crowd.

Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff (why is that a warning?)

Words: 2,381

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The curls peeking from the side of the door are the first thing you notice. Shawn never was very good at sneaking.

And as he watches you and your bridesmaids getting ready for the big event that was starting in all but 20 minutes, he couldn’t control the stream of different emotions flowing through him.

You’re wearing a long, flowing, diamond-studded dress like the star you are. This dress was you; the embodiment of class, elegance, beauty. You were gleaming, your makeup absolutely perfect, hair styled pristinely.

The glow emanating from your face was ethereal. You looked happy.

But not happy because of him.

Shawn's mind goes blank for a while, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, and he only comes to when he notices you kindly waving your bridesmaids out of the room.

At this, Shawn stands up straight and clears his throat, pretending to check his time or fix his hair or adjust his tie; anything to not make himself look suspicious as the girls passed him, going to fulfill their duties somewhere else.

The room he had been listening in on was now silent, and the war inside his mind was only growing. Should I go in and say hi?, he'd ask himself, or should I just leave?

The long, strange silence is broken when your voice speaks out, catching him off guard.

"You can come in, Shawn."

Shawn's eyes go wide at the realization that he's been caught, but he stands up from the wall and nervously takes a few steps into the room, feeling blessed to even breathe the same air as you again.

You look different than you did just a minute ago. Your glow has dimmed, eyelids suddenly heavier, and your smile- if that's even what you could call it anymore- has turned timid and shy.

Was this the effect he had on you now, when not so long ago, he was the only source of your happiness?

"H-Hi." Shawn breathes out, nose stinging with warning of his tears that would inevitably fall at some point tonight. "Long time no see."

You only nod at this, lipstick-stained lips pressing together.

"Uh, you look great." Shawn compliments, eyes brightening the slightest bit. "Really great. I see you got the dress you always told me you'd wanna be married in."

"Yep. I love it." You mutter blandly as look down to your lap for a second, your left hand beginning to instinctively play with the engagement ring on your right hand. This has become a nervous habit of yours ever since the ring was given to you 9 months ago.

"That's a big rock," He chuckles, and you can tell at this point he's just trying to keep some conversation going, dancing around what he actually wants to say. "Must've cost a fortune, so I'm guessing this guy is loaded. Who is he, anyway?"

"His name is Michael." You hum, nodding your head. "He's a doctor, so yeah, he's pretty well off. That doesn't matter though."

Shawn bites the inside of his cheek and contemplates his next words. His ex's wedding day surely isn't the best day to confess his feelings, but it's been eating him alive for 2 years now. 2 years of crying himself to sleep, 2 years of writing songs about you, 2 years of misery. And god, he wants her to know how miserable he really is, but that wouldn't be fair to her.

"How's your love life going?" You suddenly ask, eyebrows raised. The question confuses him but he knows you're only trying to make banter as well.

Shawn opens his mouth but nothing comes out as he awkwardly stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"I've tried speed dating and dating apps and those sorts of things," He finally speaks up, but his next words are barely audible, you're not even sure if you hear him correctly. "It never works, though.. Because it's not you."

You bite your lip and he can see your eyes get even heavier at the shift of mood in the room. Shawn feels awkward and he feels stupid, but he continues talking, probably making things worse for himself.

"I miss you so much, Y/N. I miss coming home to you after long days in the studio and spooning with you. I miss those talks about what our wedding day would be like and what dog we'd get and what our kids would be like. I miss the way your face would light up with excitement every time you see me. Now, we're acting like strangers and it's killing me." Shawn takes a deep, shaky breath when he's finishing his words, trying to keep his tears at bay. He shuts his eyes and licks over his cracked lips, "But I also love seeing you happy. So if this is what makes you happy, you have my full support."

He doesn't open his eyes in fear of what you might do or say. He feels embarrassed that he just laid all of that on you when he told himself it was wrong- that it wouldn't be fair. But he did it anyway, and he could already feel regret seeping into his bones.

"What if I'm not?"

Your voice is shy, just a whimper on the tip of your tongue, but it's enough for him to whip his head up.

His eyes go wide and he furrows his eyebrows, "What if you're not what?"

"Happy." She sniffs, and now he can see the tears in her eyes as well.

His jaw drops and he's gaping at her, mind spinning. "Y/N, no, no, no, what do you mean? You have to be happy, right? You're marrying this guy, you have to be sure!"

"God," You chuckle bitterly, a look of disbelief on your face. "You sound like everyone else in my life. I can't do this."

That's when you start really bawling, and now, Shawn has absolutely no idea what to do with himself. He's standing in front of the bride who's hands are covering her face, completely ruining her makeup, and if someone were to walk by right now, this would not look good.

Shawn runs to shut the door and then he runs back over to you, kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hands in his. This familiar touch is what you'd missed for so long. It was strong and comforting, just like all of him.

"Y/N." Shawn says sternly, forcing your eyes up to his. "Tell me what's going on."

"He's not a good person!" Y/N immediately screams, tears streaming down her face even faster now. "All he cares about is money and his job, all I am to him is a trophy! But I have to marry him, I can't deny him because everyone in my life only wants me to marry a rich man. They don't even care about how I feel, and now I feel like I'm in hell every time I wake up in the morning and you're not next to me. I hate this, I hate him, I hate myself!"

You're pounding at Shawn's chest with every last word as you completely break down, heaving and hiccuping wildly, and Shawn swears he's never seen you so angry before.

Shawn catches your hands in his again to get you to stop and his grip is much stronger this time, making sure you don't escape him. He doesn’t know what to say or do and his mind is just trying to when you add the icing on top, your watered eyes looking straight into his.

“I miss you, Shawn, I miss you so fucking much.”

He’s been waiting to hear those words leave your lips for 2 years now, but now that he’s hearing them, he feels awful. He wanted to hear them, but not like this.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N,” He whispers, a single tear straying down his cheek, “I’m not gonna let you go through with this if you don’t actually want it.”

“I only have 10 minutes, Shawn,” You continue to cry, burying your face in his chest, getting makeup all over his suit. “It’s too late.”

Shawn bites his lip and shakes his head, refusing to let you marry a man you despised. He glanced at the clock and got to work, quickly beginning to unzip your dress, being careful not to rip or ruin it. You only stand there and try to stifle your cries, allowing him to execute whatever plan he’d conjured up.

When the dress is off he’s folding it as carefully as he can given the time, and you’re standing there in your bra and underwear, suddenly self-conscious again. He notices your body cowering under his gaze and he wants to tell you how beautiful you are and not to hide from him but there’s no room for that right now. He grabs random clothes from somewhere in the room, probably one of the bridesmaid’s clothes.

He helps you slip into it and his hands go to your hair, undoing some of the many pins and messing it up a bit.

He steps back and looks at you, sighing heavily. It was a terrible disguise, but for now, it would have to work.

Everything is going so fast you can’t even comprehend what’s happening anymore. He finds a bag somewhere in the room and stuffs the wedding dress in and then he’s grabbing your purse and your hand, rushing you out of the room.

The banquet hall is rowdy, people all around talking and hoping to get a glimpse of the bride and groom before the ceremony begins.

Shawn’s jaw clenches and he leans down to your ear, whispering, “Keep your head down, we’re gonna go out to my car.”

You do as he says and stare at the ground as he guides you through a sea of people, praying that nobody recognized you. The walk to the back door seems like it takes hours before you’re finally hit with the crisp, fresh air, signaling that you’d made it out.

Shawn’s rushing doesn’t stop there, however. He’s running with you to his car and telling you to get into the passenger seat as he runs around to the other side, throwing the dress in the back seat and handing your purse to you.

“Text someone and tell them what’s going on,” Shawn orders you, wasting no time in backing out of the driveway and hitting the long road back to the apartment. “Then turn off your phone. Please.”

You do as he says, texting one of your bridesmaids, then you’re shutting it off and taking a deep breath, looking over to him. “I can’t believe I actually just did that. Fuck, what did I just do?”

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Shawn insists, glancing at you for a second. You look like you could drop at any second now, completely drained of any energy. “Y/N, it’s a long drive home. You can fall asleep if you want, I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

That one fateful word slips off his tongue before he can stop himself, but instead of you wincing at the word, you smile gently at it, taking it in wholly. You nod at his promise and reach your left hand out, putting your trust in him. He gets the hint and grabs your hand, lacing your fingers in his.

Shawn gives your hand a small squeeze and then you’re drifting off to the sound of his low singing and the hum of the engine.

A when you wake up, you’re eternally grateful that none of it was a dream.

Shawn’s gently tapping your cheeks, trying to get you to wake up as he whispers, “Y/N, we’re here, wake up, sweetheart.”

You don’t know if you’re surprised or not when you open your eyes and notice you’re back at the apartment that you and Shawn used to own together. He helps you out of the truck and keeps your hands connected as he guides you inside the familiar, cozy building, heading straight for the elevator.

“You still live here?” You mutter, looking up to him.

He nods, rocking back and forth on his feet. “It has a special place in my heart. Lotta memories here, you know. I couldn’t let you go completely.”

Those memories immediately come flooding back to you when he opens the door and you’re hit with a wave of sadness.

Your pictures are still hung up on the wall, serving as constant reminders of you every time he’d pass one. The apartment was exactly the same as you’d left it 2 years ago when you broke up with him, complaining that he was never home because of his music. Now it seemed like all his time was spent in these rooms, moping around and feeling miserable.

But not anymore- Not as long as he had you by his side.

The rest of that night, Shawn helps you get ready for bed, taking your makeup off, putting your hair up into a bun, giving you a bath, and dressing you in some of his way-too-big clothes to sleep in.

You’re laying on your side in the bed that you used to spend hours in. It feels familiar yet cold without Shawn’s body next to you. You don’t know what to do while you wait for him and you’re staring at your phone on the nightstand, tempted to turn it on- to see all of the slander, all of the angry and concerned messages. However, Shawn walks in, catching you staring at it, and he sighs heavily.

“Babe, please don’t think about it. You need to rest.” He mutters, climbing into the bed beside you. He pulls you into him and your body reacts to him like this is normal, like Shawn never left you. Your back is to his chest and your legs tangle together naturally as he nestles his face into your neck, pressing a light kiss there.

“I’m so glad you came back to me. This bed never felt the same after that night.” He whispers and you swear you feel a tear drop onto your skin, making you frown. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Shawn.” You sniff, a small smile replacing your frown. “I never stopped loving you, and I never will.”

A/N: god this is so bad sjdksj sorry

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