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#you mean to tell me this pretend man not ONLY is a huge jealous baby about His Brother The Protagonist paying attention to the love interest
warwickroyals · 2 years
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XLV: FRATERNAL "BONDING"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: You know how out of character it is for Phillip to hug someone? Poor, Alex, though I can't help but feel bad for him. Also Coraline? Natasha? Damn, it's been so long since those characters were even mentioned! I feel like
PS - Nick has a lot of anger towards Phillip that has been seething since he left. Being abandoned by another paternal figure could not be easy for him.
PSS - I have been sitting on a huge spoiler for this entire arc, and I'm about to let it go next chapter. Get ready for tomorrow . . .
All likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you for the support 💜
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[NICHOLAS] All I’m saying is that it’s very ironic that you rushed all the way over here just to defend
him. I mean, you two are basically the same person if you really think about—
[ALEX] That’s literally just a lie, you’re just making shit up on top of that—
[NICHOLAS] Fuck. Stop talking when I’m talking, he’s just a forty-year-old brunette version of you.
[ALEX] No, I’m not! I mean, no offence, sir, but that’s literally not true.
[NICHOLAS] Stop saying “literally” like that! No shit, it’s not literally true, it’s a metaphor, genius.
[ALEX] See? You see what I mean? I can’t say anything without him just attacking me!
[PHILLIP] I’m not trying to take anyone’s side, Nicholas.
[NICHOLAS] Oh, really? That’s news to me. You’ve had a lot of things to say to me and comparatively little to him.
[ALEX] He doesn’t need to say anything to me!  I already know that I messed up. I’m sorry, what else do you want?
[NICHOLAS] You’re treating this like you flunked math or something. You can’t just “Oh, sorry, my bad” a baby away.
[ALEX] This is all so pointless. Kamryn won’t even talk to me anymore, her dad has her under, like, house arrest.
[NICHOLAS] Her funeral, I guess. Unlike you, Alex, I actually thought she was halfway intelligent.
[PHILLIP] Okay, guys, this is beginning to get unbearable. Both of you need to shut up for—
[ALEX] I can’t believe you. You’re jealous, just admit that—[NICHOLAS] Jealous of what, exactly? Of me, of us. You pretend to be so unbothered but you’re so Goddamn jealous that I have someone I care about. And you have no one.
[PHILLIP] Alex, what did I just say about shutting the fuck up?
[ALEX] Well, somebody needs to tell him. He doesn’t care about Mom or me or anyone but himself. Now he’s salty because he’s all alone. I mean, who else is there? Natasha? The girl would have dove off a cliff just to reach his bed and he somehow still managed to mess that up.
[PHILLIP] Okay, that’s enough. You’re brothers, your father is gone, supporting each other should be your main priority.
[NICHOLAS] Coming from you that statement is a joke. Save me whatever speech you’re about to give about fraternal love. Uncle: where have you been? This is the first time in like six months that we’ve even seen you. You’ve missed two Christmases. Last year you were in a psych ward for over two weeks and Sam only found out about it because one of his friends made a joke about you being at a halfway house. You want to talk about my priorities? What about yours?
[NICHOLAS] You’ve been trying to leave this family from the moment you were born. That’s the issue with you, with both of you. You just do and never think about the consequences. You can always leave if you fuck up too grossly. What about me? I can’t leave, you know, and it’s really funny that you bring up Dad—[ALEX] Man, you need to chill out—He’s not just gone, he’s dead. And unlike you he didn’t even have a choice. He didn’t leave willingly like you.
[PHILLIP] What . . . What exactly do you mean?
You know what I mean. It should have been you. You’re not exactly addicted to life, are you?
You’re a terrible person, Nick. There’s nothing you can say that will provoke me, all you’re doing is proving Alex right. Is that what you want?
[NICHOLAS scoffs]
[PHILLIP] Oh, that it’s funny now? You’re proud of that? You’re a manipulator, you’re cruel, and you take people for granted. You act this way and then wonder why you keep finding yourself alone. Yes, I’ve done the same, terrible things and you can resent me for that, but you’re supposed to be better. Okay? Act better. Do better.
[NICHOLAS] Whatever. I’m out of here. This is pointless.
[ALEX] Maybe he has a point. I mean, he’s wrong, but he’s right at the same time. I know I’ve messed up, I— I feel stuck. I don’t know what to do with myself and . . . it’s been like that for a very long time. And now it’s so much worse.
[ALEX] After Dad died, Nick told me that he would still choose to have our dad for the same amount of time over, like, another dad who would live forever. Because our dad was easily the best dad in the world. Back then I thought I agreed with him, but now I’m not sure. I—I—I can’t do this. Grandfather wants to send me to Scarborough and I really, really don’t know how to tell him no. I’ll be disappointing him all over again. I want to be there, I want to be a good dad, but if I get enlisted, I won’t be able to. Sorry, I’m kind of a mess right now.
[PHILLIP] Alex, you don’t have to apologize for anything, alright? I’ll talk to him, I’ll get him to change his mind.
[TEXT] Thanks for reaching out. Sorry for avoiding you, I didn’t know how to face you even after all this time. Now that we’ve graduated I think it’s best we go our separate ways. I wish things were different but they never will be. I’m sorry Nick, but I only want what’s best for us
[PHILLIP] It’s okay, you’ll be fine. And Nick does not have a point. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
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yutaan · 2 years
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:bangs hands on the table: JIUJIU JIUJIU JIUJIU. Teeny waist, dressed to kill, whip in one hand nephew in the other, happy birthday you beautiful disaster man you’ve ruined my whole life
#jiang cheng#jin ling#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#papercraft#papercutting#paper art#cut paper#my art#actually back when I was doing the will-I-or-won't-I dance of figuring out if I was going to watch The Untamed#(it looked cool! a bunch of my friends were watching it! but oh god FIFTY EPISODES?? hard pass no love story was worth that much)#what finally sold me was finding out that The Purple Guy was a Sad Single Dad Raising His Nephew#started looking up stuff about him specifically and BAM. instantaneous#you mean to tell me this pretend man not ONLY is a huge jealous baby about His Brother The Protagonist paying attention to the love interest#not ONLY does he make a slightly frantic 'yes surely this is what I'm Supposed to look for' list about the ideal qualities of a wife#only to fall instantly for the prickly take-no-shit doctor lady and get heart eyes about how she's the coolest ever gosh#not ONLY does he dress Like That#not ONLY does he look like he's about to burst into tears at any given moment#not ONLY does he fling the protagonist off a cliff (I thought they were brothers?? JUICY)#a huge bitch??#a lightning whip???#a contextless screenshot of him getting hauled dripping out of a cave as he screams to let him go so he can return to his brother's side????#(seriously though if this happens WHY THE CLIFF WHAT'S THE STORY THERE -)#(also my goodness does he uh. get soaked often in this show)#NOT ONLY ALL THAT#you're telling me he also raises the kid??? dads the kid???? sad angry purple man scrapes together all his sad and all his angry#and buckles down and DADS THE KID?????#pain and love and hard work and fucking up and doing the work anyway because love?????????#glorious. perfect.#a scientifically-engineered Ideal Man For Me
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Werewolf! Kirishimia Eijiro: A New Meaning to Golden Retriever Boyfriend.
Thank you so dearly for this request, it was so much fun to write. Prompt #16 “Not this again.” For the fictober event. If you have a request, please send me an ask I would love to write it. 
No warnings, fluffy and cute.
"You've got to be kidding me, not this again." You looked down at your phone, a long paragraph typed up from your boyfriend Eijiro in the same format as last month. An excuse, an apology, canceling tonight's plans, and about two more apologies. Tonight he's claiming stomach issues, but you know the truth. You sigh and check your bank account. If he would just tell the truth you could tell him that it wouldn't be a problem for you to pay for the movie tickets tonight! He makes good money, he must really spend over his budget. He's so chivalrous and sweet, it might insult him to try and pay for things sometimes. You don't mind, if only he'd just open up.
You decide that enough is enough, you're going over there and you're going to put an end to the lying! He's going to let you pay for the date if you have to drag him out by his ears. You throw on the outfit you had planned for your date, cleaned up your hair and head down the street into the night air. Eijiro's house is just outside of city lines in the suburbs. He has a nice end lot with a large field behind it. You're so jealous of his view. You hop on the bus and ride with head phones on, listening to a playlist he made you. The bus can be a little scary at night, but nobody is on here except for you. It's kind of peaceful just listening to music and staring at the full moon. It's large and round face is staring down at you like a caring grandmother.
 Another text pops up.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry I disappointed you. I have to get some sleep, I love you baby." You rolled your eyes. It's just past 10pm! You're not letting him sit and sulk in the dark alone all night. You resisted the urge to throw your phone into your bag in frustration. He is such a wonderful boyfriend 99% of the time, but he always seems like he's hiding a part of himself. What is it? A bad childhood? A gambling addiction? Is he secretly apart of the mafia??? The bus halted to a stop and left you outside of his neighborhood, you stomped all the way down the sidewalk to the end of the line of houses and stared at your boyfriends place. The porch light is off, but the lights are on inside. You know where he keeps the hidden spare key and jam it into the lock. You almost kick the door down as you shout for your boyfriend.
 He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoe laces. He's putting on hiking boots this late? "Hey! You're awake!" You slam the door behind you and scold your red headed sweet heart. "Babe what are you doing here? It's almost midnight!" His voice is shaking. He nervously looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. "You have to go baby, I'm really embarrassed! My stomach is-" "Stop lying! Your stomach is fine!" You want to raise your voice and yell, but his giant puppy dog eyes are so cute. You jam a finger into his chest and scrunch up your mouth, doing your best to look irritated. "I knew I would get here and see you're not hunched over a puke bucket!" He put both hands on your shoulders and gently rubbed up and down on your arms. He's such a large man, he's practically a wall he's so solid. Yet he always has the sweetest touches, making sure to be so gentle with you. His callused finger tips brushed against your skin and gave you goosebumps.
 It took every ounce of restraint in you not to fall right into his arms. "I'm sorry honey, but you really can't stay here tonight. I need you to head back home." He said hardly above a whisper. He kissed your forehead and you shoved his chest with all of your might. He didn't budge, but understood you wanted him away from you so he stepped back. "Oh I'm sorry, is your booty call on the way over and I'm interrupting?" You felt like someone had stabbed you right in the heart. It couldn’t be true, he has never showed any signs of being disloyal. You’re just tired and confused.
 Eijiro looked panicked. "Oh god of course not! No, no its not like that I swear!"  He swallowed you in his arms pushing your cheek against his pecks and kissing all over the top of your head. "There is nobody other than you, I could never even think of betraying you, you're my soul mate." He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled in. His warmth overwhelming. "Well then what is it...?" You whined a bit, it's getting later and you want to just fall asleep in his arms. "Are you going to turn into a wolf at midnight?" You chuckled. His hand stopped running through your hair and he stiffened completely. You look up at him puzzled, he's staring down at you with a look of panic. "That's crazy why would you even say that?" He says all too seriously. You nervously laugh. "What's wrong? I was just joking. It's not like I really believe you're about to start howling at the full moon." Eijiro stared off into space, like his brain was loading and he couldn't think of what to say. "Right...?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "It might be a little bit like that." He scratched his head. 
You two sat in the quiet for a little bit. Every time he tried to elaborate he ended up getting caught up in his own words. You two sat awkwardly in his living room until its about 5 minutes til midnight. "I- I'm going to go to the bathroom." He quickly dismissed himself, running to his bedroom and shutting the door. You followed quickly after him. Is he insane? Does he really expect you to just sit out here while he hides pretending to shape shift to get out of movie night? He's obviously  having a difficult time, maybe his money troubles make him feel emasculated? You softly tap on his bedroom door and it slips open. The bathroom door is closed shut with the light peaking out under the crack. You walk past his bed and dressers and hear weird scuttling sounds the closer you get. You knock again. "Hey honey, why don't you come out so we can talk about this? It's okay if you didn't want to go out because of money..." You leaned against the door. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let me pay sometimes." He's so wonderful, you don't think there could be any other reason why he can be so flakey.
The sound of shampoo bottles and shaving cream canisters falling to the ground startle you. "Babe are you okay?" You turn the door nob. The door flings open, a large shape tackles you, knocking you to the ground. You let out a large wheeze, the wind escaping your lungs. "What the fu-" Your face was assaulted with a large flat tongue, licking all over you. Slobber flew across the room as a giant red dog panted and whimpered as it gave you kisses. "You're a dog! Oh my god you're a dog!" You pushed your monstrous boyfriend off of you and took a good look at him. He's huge, and even a little scary looking. His fur is bright crimson and his eyes are a daring shade of yellow. But he sat there, panting like a normal dog. You waved in front of his face. "Are you in there babe?" The dog playfully nipped at your finger, trying to pull your hand into his mouth. "Hey! No bites!" You retracted your hand and held it close to your chest. His fangs are giant. 
The wolf man got down low to the ground in the stance you've seen puppies do right before they-
 He takes off, zooming across the floor and into the living room at full speed. Pictures that lined the hallway crash to the ground. You rush to your feet and chase after him. "Wait!! Down boy! Down!!" You shout. He's already on the couch, gripping a throw pillow between his powerful jaws and shaking it. Cotton stuffing flies across the room, coating the floor. "No! Bad Eijiro! Bad doggy!" You try to wrestle the pillow away from him and fail. He topples over you, knocking you back down onto the floor and taking off across the room again, this time to the kitchen. You tenderly rub your arm, you landed on it weird and it's a little sore. Another crashing sound prompts you to get up onto your feet and run after him. The trash can is toppled over on its side, trash strewn across the floor. His snout was pushing around the garbage, looking for something to swallow. "Are you kidding me? What is with you?" You grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and pull him to the other side of the room away from the trash. "You sit!" Eijiro whines and sits down, looking up at you with the saddest eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. This is not what I thought a werewolf would be like." Eijiro's large head pushed against you, rubbing his face all over your stomach as you pet his head. "You just need to burn some of this energy off." 
You can't help but love the silly thing. He is still your boyfriend, even if he is a little different than usual right now. He followed you down the hall,  staying right by your side. He takes up most of the space, his large frame almost tipping you off balance with small bumps into your hip. You dug through a pile in his hall closet until you found an old baseball and plastic toy bat. Wow, he really needs to clean up his closet, you think to yourself. "Okay babe, let's go-" He looked up at you with all of the love in the world, hanging on your every word. You crack into a smile. "Let's go outside and play you big goof.
"The two of you trampled through the tall grass behind Eijiro's house, he seemed to use little to no effort at all. His massive paws stomping down the weeds like it's nothing. You decided you were far enough away from the neighbors and took a strong stance. You haven't hit a ball in ages, but this plastic bat is wide and should make it a little easier on you. The baseball flew high into the air, you focused and swung the bat, smacking the ball across the field. Your wolf ran, faster than any animal you had ever seen after the small object, passing it and having to loop around with a terrifying pin point turn. He grabbed the ball off of the ground so quick you barely saw the motion, and in a flash he was back at your feet. You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh. "Are you kidding me? You're amazing!" Eijiro looked pleased, so you scratched his neck fluff.
 "Alright let's see if I can hit it a little farther." 
Again, and again, and again he chased the ball across the field and back happily dropping the ball at your feet. He only made you wrestle for it once, he could probably keep the ball away from you forever with those intense muscles, but that's not as fun for him. Seeing how pleased you looked when he brought it back was filling the beast with all the pride in the world.
Eventually your arm got tired, and he seemed to have about run out of energy too. He laid down in the field and looked up at the moon. You laid your head on his stomach, the rhythm of his breathing so comforting. You just talked to him, venting about life and how weird things are in the city now. You found yourself thinking about how a simple bus ride was starting to feel too far away from him at this point. "I know you don't really understand me right now, but I really love you. I know we've said it before, but I love you. I think you're my forever person." He was laying on his paws, looking up at the starry sky. "I know you felt like you had to hide this from me, but it doesn't scare me, or weird me out." You talk quietly and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into his fur. "If I have to come throw a ball for you once a month, I'll do it. I've got friends that deal with way worse with their boyfriends." You smirked, thinking you're pretty funny. That'll make Eijiro laugh in the morning, you'll save that for later. 
The rising sun burned your eyelids, scaring you awake. You hadn't meant to stay out here for the rest of the night, but it was so late and he was so comfortable. He's much more familiar to you now, he slept peacefully as you rested on his chest. He looks worn out, but the two of you can't stay out there forever. You gently tap his face. He popped one eye open and looked around. "Oh man!" He gasped and looked down at his hands and feet. "I'm so stupid! You could get sick staying outside all night!" He put a hand on your face and cupped your chin. "Are you alright my love?" He asked with the soft voice only you get to hear. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you feeling?" "I feel fine. I'll be a little more hungry today, but it's no big deal." He looked down at the ground with a sheepish smile. "Thanks for staying with me all night." "Aw come on, it's no big deal. You're... a good boy." You teased while ruffling his hair.
 "Hey!"
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bokutokoutarou · 4 years
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Okie. How about some headcanons about the boys reactions to their s/o who gets super clingy and always wants hugs when they are PMSing. Maybe they hug a lot if their male friends too and their boy get jealous. Maybe they know and take precautions so they’ll be the one you cling to. (My fave bois. Tsukishima, Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa and Akaashi. Ooo, and maybe Bokuto. You know you wanna. 😉) omg, I’m sorry the list it so long. I just love them all. But please only do the boys you want. Thank you.
omg thank you for requesting because i had SO much fun writing this :)
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WHEN THEIR S/O IS EXTRA AFFECTIONATE WHILE THEY’RE PMSING (P1)
— including tsukishima, daichi, kuroo, oikawa, akaashi & bokuto
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☆。*。☆。 Tsukishima Kei
Although he’ll never admit it, he secretly loves it when you act clingy
But if you want a hug from him, you’re going to have to work for it because his teasing will NEVER stop
“Hmm, you want a hug?” he smirked during one lunch. “Maybe I’ll give you one if you go to the vending machine and get me a lemonade”
“Kei—”
“Oh, and I’d like a bag of chips with that too, babe”
You were so desperate for a hug that you actually went to the vending machine for him, but instead of giving you a hug, he just smirked and shook his head at you when you returned
“I change my mind, can I have orange juice instead?”
“Stop toying around, Kei, I really want a hug right now,” you pouted. “I guess I’ll just ask Tadashi for one then”
You started to walk away, but you felt his hand clasp gently around your wrist, and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and your head was in his chest
“No,” he told you, pulling you closer towards him, allowing you to breathe in his strawberry scent. “If you’re going to hug anyone, it’s going to be me”
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☆。*。☆。 Daichi Sawamura
Hugs??? Say no more
This man is literally your personal teddy bear, and let’s just admit it, he literally gives the best hugs ever
He’s so warm and comforting, and you feel so safe and secure whenever he wraps his muscular arms around you
He doesn’t mind you being extra clingy because that just means that he gets to spend more time with you in his embrace
If he sees you hugging his teammates during your PMS-driven crave for affection, he won’t say anything
Instead, he’ll just give the boys a death stare when you’re not looking, and you don’t need me to tell you that Daichi’s angry face is the scariest thing ever
“Why doesn’t anyone else want to hug me, Daichi?” you asked your boyfriend one day at practice after his other teammates practically ran away from you when you tried to give them a hug
“No reason,” Daichi shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be clueless. “It’s okay, though. You can hug me instead”
He pulled you into a warm hug, and from that moment on you were perfectly okay with just hugging Daichi because no feeling could compare to the feeling of his arms wrapped around you
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☆。*。☆。 Kuroo Tetsurou
Unlike Tsukishima, Kuroo will not hesitate to give you the affection you’re craving, yet similarly to the tall blond boy, he’ll tease you relentlessly about it
“Ooh, are we getting close to that time of the month again?” is Kuroo’s signature line whenever he notices that you’re acting more clingy and affectionate than usual
“Shut up, Tetsu,” you always say as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and allowing you to bury your head comfortingly in his chest
You can’t see it because you’re hugging him, but this boy has the biggest smirk on his face
But of course, Kuroo gets extremely jealous the moment he realizes that this PMS-induced behaviour is not reserved for him
“What do you think you’re doing giving this shorty a hug?” he scowled and practically lifted Yaku out of your arms when he saw you giving the short boy a hug during practice
As he wrapped his arms around you, he whispered to you that he’ll give you all the hugs you need
After that incident, you start to find it weird when coincidentally, all of his practices seem to be canceled whenever you’re PMSing
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☆。*。☆。 Oikawa Tooru
Oikawa’s super clingy so he loves it when your need for affection skyrockets when you’re PMSing
As he hugs you, he’ll give you neck kisses and will sometimes tease you by tickling you when you least expect it
“Tooru stop it, that tickles!”
“Only if you give me a kiss, [Y/N]-chan”
This boy is such a flirt, I swear—
Once, he saw you going up to Iwaizumi to give him a hug and he literally rioted
“No hugs for Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whined as he ran towards you two, pushing the boy out of the way before embracing you tightly in his arms
Literally all the Seijoh boys were dying of laughter because Oikawa was too busy hugging you to notice that he had pushed Iwaizumi onto the floor, and that the black-haired boy was giving him the biggest death stare imaginable
You noticed though, so you pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away from his embrace
“Good luck Tooru,” you giggled as you saw Iwaizumi walking up behind him with his arms crossed and a huge scowl on his face. “You’re going to need it”
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☆。*。☆。 Akaashi Keiji
This man is prepared for when you’re experiencing your monthly PMS clinginess
Like, you’re clingy and you want affection? This man will go above and beyond for you
He knows that you want to be around him as much as possible, so he’ll walk you to class (with his arm wrapped around you the entire time), and he’ll give you a long hug before you go inside
Also, Akaashi goes above and beyond a simple hug. As he has you wrapped in his embrace, he’ll twirl your hair through his fingers and will rub your back to help you if you have any cramps
Honestly just marry him already agasajasbdjsadi
Akaashi is honestly so intelligent that he just knows when you’re going to start acting more clingy because you’re PMSing before you do
He’s not keeping track of time or anything, but he’s just so used to the routine that it’s instinctive at this point
He’ll surprise you with chocolates and you don’t know whether you should eat them or hug your boyfriend first lmaoooo
He’ll act chill and tell you it’s all “just because you’re PMSing”, but he’s secretly so whipped for you that he’ll give you this much affection if you want him to no matter what time of the month it is
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☆。*。☆。 Bokuto Koutarou
Bokuto knows that there’s a certain time every month where you become overly affectionate, but he can’t seem to put two and two together to figure out that it’s because you’re PMSing
It’s okay though because he’s baby
All your PMS hugs end up turning into cuddles because once you hug him he will not let go
Sometimes when you hug him, he surprises you by picking you up and spinning you around in his arms as he presses a thousand kisses to your cheeks, and it’s the cutest thing ever!!!
One time when you went to watch him practice, you asked Akaashi for a hug because Bokuto was practicing his serves
Of course, your boyfriend went into a full on emo mode upon seeing you in Akaashi’s arms
He legit almost collapsed LMAOOO
You immediately ran over to your boyfriend, planting a kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms around his muscular frame
“Don’t be sad, Kou, your hugs are and will always be the best”
From that day onward, PMS hugs were reserved for Bokuto and Bokuto only. But of course, you don’t mind because you weren’t lying when you said that you loved Bokuto’s hugs the most
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misselko · 3 years
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LIONESS
Warnings: Angst, fluff, small violence
Words: 20.130
 
“Begin.”
Loud clashing of lances can be heard through Garreg Mach hallway.
The red-haired skirt chaser barely able to hear you said it when you rushed him. Sylvain knew that he should focus on his strikes.  He didn’t have time to be impressed at this small, petite girl that is jabbing her lance so fast against him. Devastatingly fast. And strikingly strong. ‘It is such a wonder how a small, petite body like hers held so much power’. That’s the last thing that passed his mind before (Y/N)’s lance has cracked so loudly against his that he thought it might snap. Beautiful, fierce, deadly (E/C) orbs that staring into his soul has captivated the Gautier heir and got him hard knock on his shin, felling him over.
“Whoa there! I yield. You do like it rough, don’t you, (Y/N)?” Sylvain raise his hands on the air with and winks seductively. Rolling your eyes, you put a light tap on his neck at his remarks.
“Though she be but little, she is fierce. (Y/N) is the youngest among us, but she is indeed a Lioness!” Dimitri claps over your third in a row winning for today. You beat Felix in sword and Dimitri in the lance spar.
“That’s what you get for skipping classes, Sylvain. And.. keep up with your solid techniques, excellent moves, and rapid quick footwork, (Y/N). That’s all for our combat class today,” said Professor.
“She’s a few inch shorter than me but she had effortlessly defeated Blue Lions’ strongest lancer and swordsman! That’s my favourite lil sis (Y/N) for you!! ” said Annette giddily. She hugs you in a death grip embrace and sings her silly song.
Everyone are so nice to you, to the point of spoiled rotten! Especially Ingrid and Mercie! They are like your big sisters, always offering their help to ride pegasi and give endless supplies of baked sweets that you love very much. Felix is kinda harsh and always eager to spar with you, but he’s the first person to get angry when someone bullies you because you are so small. So kind, almost feel like a big brother! Dimitri helps you with your late night studies and picking books in the higher shelves on the library a lot. Dedue and Ashe cook dinner together with you on your duty day.
They see (Y/N) as the sweet smol bean that has to be protected at all cost!
“Are you free tonight, Munchkin?” Care to join me to visit the town and get something to eat? I know this little restaurant that has nice dessert! My treat, of course! Think of it as a token of congratulations from me on your brilliance today!” Sylvain put his hand on your shoulder in a friendly gesture and wink seductively.
“Seteth will scold us for sure, Syl! This is the fourth or fifth time we went for a late dinner this week,” you pout at his invitation. “He won’t. I’ll walk you back before curfew as usual. Don’t want my Kitten to get  hurt on her way back. Night walk can be dangerous, you know.”
“Why you are being so nice to me, Syl... Your girls will be upset and kill me for sure.”
“Nah.. I don’t have any! It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful evening alone. Besides, I don’t want to let my Munchkin starved in her sleep! Not to mention that you just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed.” You smacked his shin and rewarded with a loud yelp from him.  “Lead the way. And.. it’s not like I like it or something like that, you know! Don’t get any wrong ideas,” you hide your blush and took his huge hand in your tiny ones.
The food was delightful as usual and Sylvain stay true to his words about going back before the curfew.
As you both closed the large door’s that marked the dormitory, you were greeted by the crisp spring night. Warm wind passed over your forms, and crickets chirped in the night.
“While we’re at it, how about a little board games rematch at my quarters? I got a new strategy to show you, Syl!”
“Bring it on then, (Y/N)! Let’s bring some sweet buns as usual to snack on later as well, then.”
“It’s a deal!”
“I’d think playing it on the bed would be more comfortable than doing it on the floor. You might catch another cold and passed out like last month in my room. It scared the living daylights out of me! Nope, never trying that again.”
“It’s not fun being frail and get sick easily.” You sigh.
“No problem. Think of it as a good chance for me to get to carry you around in my arms. For our weddi-- Ouch!!” he faux a sad face melodramatically when you punch his hand away playfully. “You might be small and petite but these hands are a force to be reckoned with. You’re as strong as a lioness,” said the philanderer as he ruffled your hair affectionately.
 
It was such a beautiful night.
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“Do you have a moment, Miss (Y/N)? I have something important to tell you regarding my research and your Crest. We can discuss it in more detailed manner in my research room,” Professor Hanneman ask you out of the blue after the afternoon battle strategy class.
 
“Crest? But I’m sure I don’t have any, Professor! It’s stated as clear as a day in my enrollment documents, isn’t it?”
 
“There’s a mistake, Miss (Y/N). And I sworn it on my name as the Father of Crestology, you do HAVE a Crest. A Major one at that! Congratulations! I have sent a letter to your family and inform other Professors and your House Leader regarding this matter. I have my suspicion about your Crests since I watch your  prowess at combat and when it activates, the timing, and the flash of....”
 
You are a bit shocked about this and decided to ignore this fact, having a hard time to process this shocking information. Your family and other members of Blue Lions will be very surprised of this information. Is it going to be a good thing or not? Professor Hanneman’s murmurs fell on your deaf ears as you politely excuse yourself out of his room. ‘It’ll be better to keep this as a secret to avoid unwanted attention nor unnecessary commotion’ you think to yourself.
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Moons have passed. Then the night of the ball came. Urged by your curiosity, you are eager to wait for your true love at the Goddess Tower. You were hardly expecting to see Sylvain, of all people. The surprise at seeing each other was mutual. The both of you stood there for a moment, simply enjoying the scene before you. You wrapped your arms around yourself to stave off the chill that went down your spine, shuffling closer to the older man.
 
“Do you even believe the rumors about this place?” he asked as he lay his uniform coat over your shivering form. “My curiosity gets the best of me. But am glad to find you here, Syl.”
 
“Huh.” Sylvain went quiet, his face etched with contemplation. After he thought about it a little, he let out a huff of breath and frowned.
 
“Well, the person I’m interested in... is already here. You’re here alone. I’m here alone. I was thinking maybe....”
“Wait. Me?”
“Well, of course! We’re the only two people here, aren’t we? I keep thinking about it, and it just makes sense. My Crest and yours...”
“How did you...?”
“Dimitri told me. I have confirmed it with Professor Hanneman as well. A Major one, he said. So lucky.”
He looked down at you menacingly. Your eyes were averted away from his, looking away into the distance. “What do you mean? I’m still me, Syl.  Crest or no Crest.”
Despite your dismissive answer, something changed in his expression. He took his hands from behind his neck and stalked towards you. This wasn’t at all like the kind and flirty Sylvain you loved. He’s... different.
“You know what? I’m a bit jealous. The whole time you were growing up, you never knew you had a Crest. You were free. Nobody pretended to like you. I kind of hate you for that...” he slammed you hard against the wall behind you. Strangled pained noise came from you.
His knees rest on either side of your petite body and his arms cage your head, his much bigger hand grasp yours roughly. “All you’re worth to me is a little bit of fun. We’ve been having fun, haven’t we? I thought that you understood,” Sylvain’s face a mere inch from yours, glaring daggers at you. You can feel your tears begin welling, threatening to spill at his words.
 
“Is that really what you think of me? I thought... I was different. So… our friendship has just been for nothing?” you muttered quietly, holding back your sobs.
 
He scoffed. “Of course you are. You’re just some dumb noble looking for crest babies. You never meant anything to me.” His rejection was validation of your worst fear, that you were just like every other girl. Your friendship had all fallen apart and meant nothing for him.
 
“Playing around with girls is the most fun a guy can have. Besides, I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t intend to change how I live my life. I’m a good-for-nothing, if you haven’t noticed, but I’m still a noble with a Crest. That’s all anyone cares about. It’s best to avoid getting too serious with fools like me.” His expression darkens and unreadable. The carefree mask was long gone.
 
“My Crest bring me nothing but pain. I thought maybe...if I made someone else suffer, it might help me feel better.” His hand shot up and grabbed you by your throat. Sylvain held you in front of him, tightened his grip, choking you hard. His caramel eyes glowed dark with excitement.
 
“Unnnghhh......Syl....”
You tried to squirm away but he clamped his hand tighter, making it harder for you to breathe. Your legs felt weak and limp. The pain was too intense.
 
“You were a spoiled brat who should pay for that Crest. Maybe I’ll collect the debt.” His expression dark as he looked up at you.
 
Focusing yourself, you punch his jaw as hard as you can. To your surprise, a blinding flash of your Crest shows up when you smack him as hard as you can, making Sylvain flinch in pain, dropping you with a loud thud on the cold floor. You stumbled back and dropped to your knees. Gasping for air, you tried to rub the pain from your throat, doing your best to pick yourself up.
 
“Sylvain Jose Gautier!  I care not for your Crest nor title! It means nothing to me. I like.. no, love you because you are the strongest, kindest, funniest, and the most caring person that I know. Even you are such a skirt chaser, but you always very considerate and protective of me. I never felt this way before about someone. This is my first time but... This… This was a mistake. Sorry. I hope.. you find your own happiness someday,” you said, your voice is raspy from his deadly grip and your sadness. Tears were finally flowing freely from you.
 
Sylvain’s posture becoming rigid despite his feigned relaxed position. “H-hey,” Sylvain said, his voice softened somewhat. “Please, don’t cry. I’m sorry...”, he tried to pat your head, but you step back instinctively. The red head flinch and turned away when he saw angry purplish hue on your neck. Guilt began creeping on his conscience.
 
“I believe you. You’re not a bad person, Sylvain, no matter what anyone says. I care about you. Our friendship, dinners, late nights walk and banters... I cherished them a lot. Really, I do. I love you, Sylvain.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t look at anything besides the floor. “That’s what I came to tell you, but... nevermind. Good night, Syl. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”
 
“Did you mean that? (Y/N), wait!” He spoke with disbelief.
“Why would I lie?” you asked, hardly audible. “Goodbye, Syl.”
 
His pleas fell on deaf ears as you dash yourself as fast as possible from Goddess Tower, locking yourself inside your quarters, clutching to Sylvain’s uniform coat, while crying yourself to sleep.
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That’s the last thing that you can remember from your Academy Days. Things were never the same since that night. You never talk to the playboy ever again since that incident. No more night walks or late board games. When you have to work together in weekly duty, there’s an unseen awkward distance and heavy tension between you two.
 
The notorious philanderer went back into his old ways, going around with a different girl each day. You often catch him glimpse at you with eyes full of remorse and sadness (mostly when he thinks you aren’t looking or noticing). Everyone in the Blue Lions noticed the changes between your relationship but being very considerate of your feelings and trying to not mention anything about it.
 
Your Father called you back home because of his grave illness in Pegasus Moon, insisting you to leave the Officers Academy behind. Blue Lions was taken aback and sad with your abrupt leave. Going back to your home in Fhirdiad, days flies in a blur motion into moons and years.
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It’s been 5 years since you left your Academy days in Garreg Mach.
A bloody coup led by Cornelia causes Duke Rufus and Dimitri both to be apparently killed. Her  tyranny left Fhirdiad in poor state with poverty and famine. Holy Kingdom of Faerghus thrown into disarray condition with their Prince’s disappearance. The nation is plagued by civil strife and hardship.
 
With the vast majority of the former Kingdom lords having bent the knee to the overwhelming power of the Empire, all Blaiddyd territory, including the Kingdom capital, is ruled by those who are cooperating with the Empire, and is thus renamed the Faerghus Dukedom. Houses Fraldarius and Gautier were left to spearhead the resistance as the primary opponents of the Dukedom.
 
As the legitimate Marchioness of your major noble house in Blaiddyd territory after her Father’s passing, (Y/N) decided to keep on fighting against Empire until the bitter end, along with Houses of Fraldarius, Gautier, and Galatea. You keep maintain close relationships them, mostly with the neighbouring Houses, Fraldarius and Galatea. Whether it may be reinforcements soldiers to House Fraldarius or stock supplies to House Galatea, you are so much eager to give it all (sometimes by going there personally—much to your advisors’ dismay) to aid them.  Being always giving or adding the most relevant information about current war state developments made you overjoyed when you heard about the news of Dimitri’s plan to recapture Fhirdiad.
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It’s been forever since your last time fighting on the battlefield. Reclaiming the capital is a daunting task with shortage of soldiers and resources. Rodrigue’s death is a devastating blow to Faerghus’ military strength and resources. Not to mention that House Gautier and Galatea has any resources to spare. With limited resource of your own House, you decided to prioritize evacuation of Faerghus’ citizens and helping Blue Lions to the utmost.
 
Dimitri marches for Fhirdiad, causing the oppressed citizens to revolt against Cornelia’s tyranny People are rebelling against Cornelia and Fhirdiad has turned into a gruesome battlefield. Fire was everywhere The sound of metals echoed loudly in your ears. Large Titanus crowded the streets and wreaking havoc upon buildings and citizens. With your sword in your hands, you leap and cut through Kingdom Soldiers that is preparing to activate Viskam turrets against Felix.
 
You pushed forward with great caution. When you are done helping a pair of elders and children under the rubbles to evacuate, you saw him. Sylvain. Fighting over a mage and a large Titanus all by himself. Did he get separated? He barely dodged a fireball when you strike down that mage.
 
“Munchki--!” He gasped, surprised to see you back.
“Watch out, Syl!”
You leap in front of him, parrying and slash back at the Titanus’ large appendages that is going to smash him. Sylvain cast a Ragnarok and taking down the golem-like creature with a loud explosion, sending flying debris everywhere. He gasped, grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the way. 
 
“Ugh... that hurts. Are you okay, Munchkin?” He was trapped under the rubbles and the first thing that he asked is your safety?
“W-why did you do that, Syl? You got hurt protecting me. Didn’t you want to kill me?”, you said as you helped him out from the rubble.  Fortunately he is okay aside from a few scratch and bruises.
 
“When I thought you were going to be killed for real, my reflexes kicked in. I reacted without thinking. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being jealous of you. But, come on, I can’t help looking up to you.” He look at you with eyes full of worry and sadness.
 
“Sylvain..... Well.. It’s been awhile, but as much as I want to chat with you, we have to help Professor and Dimitri first. Cornelia has brought us so many sufferings. Now’s the time to put an end to all of this. And... thank you, Syl.” He nods and push forward to throw his lance at a Pegasus Knight that is fighting against Ingrid.
 
“I will go to deactivate Titanus’ lever. I know its location and it will help everyone tremendously against that gigantic monster! I’ll open Fhirdiad’s secret passages within my House territory to help everyone to get better access to Cornelia. When I’m done with it, I’ll regroup with reinforcement soldiers from my House to evacuate more citizens on the east side of Royal Capital, then go to help Dimitri fighting against Cornelia. See you later, Syl. Please stay safe.” You bid your farewell and run through smaller alley path, doing your missions, leaving Sylvain astonished at your very thorough, detailed plans.
 
Without the Titanus, Cornelia only has archers as her backups. As you take the archers down with Felix and Annette, Professor and Dimitri are working together to close in on her and take her down. It was a gruesome battle, but thanks to everyone’s efforts, casualties were kept to minimum and reclaiming Fhirdiad is a big success after Cornelia has been defeated.
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It may be spring, but the nights are quite chilly here in Fhirdiad. The people are rejoicing at the return of their King. After a hard won battle of reclaiming Royal Capital of Fhirdiad, celebratory feast shows no sign of stopping. Growing weary of the festivities, you decided to excuse yourself from the banquet at the castle balcony.
“Munchkin. Here you are. His Highness has been looking for you. He wanted to express his gratitude for your loyalty and huge help at reclaiming Fhirdiad.”
“Good evening, Syl. We just did our utmost to help. Fhirdiad’s  peace and safety of the Blue Lions is of the most important thing for me, after all.”
A moment of silence passed where both of you stayed still, just basking in the moonlight and enjoying each others’ presence for a while.
“I’m sorry. I really am.” You are taken aback when Sylvain bows his head deeply in front of you.
“I know I messed up really bad and it’s fair enough if you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me. My jealousy got the best of me and it has brought you so much harm. Most girls just want me for my title or my Crest, and when I thought that it was the same for you, I… I was the one who made a mistake. I’m sorry, truly I am.” Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you could see the furrow of Sylvain’s brows, the frowning twist of his lips. It was a look you’d never seen on him. Regret and pain. He looks so vulnerable. Somehow, you didn’t doubt the apology.
“Please elaborate, Syl.”
“Since I bear a Crest, my parents made sure I was never left wanting. My older brother didn’t have one, and so when I was born, he was pushed aside. My mere existence stole everything from him. There’s so many people that want to get close to me because of my crest. Because of something I didn’t even want to be born with. I wish I could have cared as little about my Crest as you do yours...,” he grimaces, running a hand through his hair briskly. “Women smile at me for the same reason my parents adored me...and my brother wanted me dead. And I have to meet them all with a smile because I have a Crest.” Sylvain purses his lips.
 
“But you–you’ve never treated me differently. Always being there for me and understand me, and…and–I like you, (Y/N). No. I love you so much that it scared me. A lot,” he says, closing his eyes.
 
“You say that, but it doesn’t excuse the things you’ve done.” You didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to let him see mixed expression you were making at  his sudden confession but you knew he was looking at you. Intently.
 
“I was devastated when you left Garreg Mach years ago. I lost you once and I won’t let it happen again. So.... what I’m saying is…” he hesitated and briefly appeared at a loss of words which is very unlike of him.
He hugs you closer very tightly it hurts, cradling you gently against his chest. This close, you can feel the rapid pace of his heart and his nervousness. “Can you give me a second chance?” Sylvain’s touch was awkward and clumsy.
“......I will. But first… Please let me go, Syl. You are crushing me.”
Sylvain paused, as if unsure. “Did you mean that?” Vulnerability colored his tone, softened it. “I’d like to be a man who deserves that. Who deserves you. Even if you want nothing to do with me, one day I will find a way to make it up to you, to earn your forgiveness. I promise.” His voice wasn’t strong with his infamous flirtatious bravado. It was sincere.
 
“You’re so much more than just your Crest or your status, Sylvain Jose Gautier.” Taking his much bigger hand in your tiny ones, you smiled and whisper it against his hand. “You are the most amazing, kind, strongest, and nice man for me. Your path is your own.  I love you just the way you are, Sylvain. Crest or no Crest.” His face turned dark red instantly redder than his hair at your words. Sylvain.exe has stopped working
“You are going to be the death of me, Munchkin!!” Sylvain yells frantically. You can see his ears flushed furious red. He can die happy now. Goddess Sothis please take his soul.
“Why you still call me Munchkin, Syl?” you asked much to your curiousity. “It’s been years but you barely grow a few inch! But y-Ouch!! He yelps when you jab at his stomach. “But you have... grown into a fine, smart, and beautiful woman.”
 
“Time hasn’t been so kind to me in these past years, Syl. After my Father’s passing, I have to succeed him. Being a Marchioness isn’t an easy task but I learned so much and am still learning.”
 
“My sincerest condolences for your loss. But... he must be very proud of you, Munchkin. You will be a great Marchioness. Strong, thorough, quick-witted, and lovely as a—”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mr. Gautier.” You rolled your eyes at him. The redhead laughs softly and embrace you in his arms.
 
“When this war is over, will you come with me to my homeland? It’s time for the first step in the right direction. I don’t want to marry a girl who wants to use me for my Crest or a girl who someone else chose for me. I want to marry someone I really care about. With you by my side, I’m excited to find out what this new way of life is all about. (Y/N), I’m serious. Marry me. I’d do anything for you. I’m done lying, especially to myself. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy. I promise.”
 
 “I’d like to.... introduce you to my parents. They’d love to have a new Gauti—Gyaahh!!!” He shrieked when you stomped your feet on him. “I’m so DONE with you, Syl!!” you said with exasperated look, looking away trying to hide the rising heat in your cheeks. ‘A future with Sylvain...’
 
There’s a pause when you catch his gaze and find something vulnerable there, something familiar. The flicker of hope, mirrored in your expression. It’s as if everything falls into place and clicks. Then his lips were on yours, soft and hesitant, so unlike his usual self. Your eyes fluttered shut, your lips moulding against his, as his hand came up to cup your cheek. It was all the confession you needed.
 
“I will, Syl. I promise.”
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Bonus:
When Professor and the Blue Lions heard about your new relationship with Sylvain, they offer you heartfelt congratulations and throw a little dinner party. Dimitri is OVERJOYED and sobs a little when he saw you are radiating with so much happiness. Back then in your Academy days, he was the one who worry about you the most when Sylvain treated you poorly, after all. Ashe and Dedue throw a lavish dinner to celebrate (Y/N) and Sylvain’s relationship that evening. Mercedes and Annette provide everyone with tasty sweets and dessert. It was a heartwarming small party among Blue Lions members.
Sadly, Sylvain didn’t get to celebrate it together. Rumors had it that Felix and Ingrid has beaten him to a bloody pulp (with Professor’s EXCLUSIVE permission) because he made you their lovely sweet lil sis wept and hurt. Sylvain kept on mumbling something between “Don’t ever hitting another girl”, “RUIN his Lance of Ruin”, “Don’t ever taint her”, or “You’re finished”. Even the kind and benevolent Mercie turned her back and refuse to heal Sylvain. The Gautier heir almost went to hell that evening.
 
The poor, traumatized philanderer will changing his ways for the better for sure.
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Eat My Crow
A/N: So who else is obsessed with jealous Jax?!? 🤤 This fic is based on the two below requests – in which you and Jax make each other jealous and end up having a huge fight over it, followed by super hot makeup sex!
Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, ANGSTY ANGST, rough sex, possessive jealous dom!Jax Request: Two separate anon requests – (1) & (2)
Word Count: ~2.5k
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So you married a snack. There’s no problem with that. You’ve accepted the fact that your husband, the crown prince of Charming, is going to strut his fine ass around town calling everyone darlin’ and flashing his signature slut-magnet smile, ‘cause that’s just his style. You’ve gotten quite used to it now after being his wife for a while.
But the problem with Jax... well, he’s more than a snack. He’s a whole fucking feast. He’s a goddamn buffet, on display every day, all-you-can-fucking-eat. And the bitches attack when he walks down the street. You’ve been taking this shit in stride, telling yourself it’s alright. And it is, you decide. Because it’s gotta be. Even when he flirts back, he’s assuring you constantly that no one else means a thing to him, honestly. 
Babe, it’s just business. I promised you my pussy-hounding days are finished. And I mean it. Really do. Ever since you and I started this, I’ve never thought of sex with anybody else, not for a minute. Have you even seen yourself? So fucking beautiful you’re on another level. No crow eater could ever get my dick so wet and take it so damn well. I’m serious. The whole Cara Cara crew doesn’t got shit on you. Fuck all those whores. I mean, maybe I did... before. But baby, now my heart is yours, and yours belongs to me too—doesn’t it? Just gotta trust me with it.
And you do believe it’s true, that you’re his one and only princess in a sea of faceless bitches. Jax loves you, and no one else. Love is your witness.
Still... some nights the dirty bastard really tests your fucking limits.
Like tonight. You watch him from across the room and feel the daggers you’ve got glaring from your eyes. He’s flirting up a storm and working all his charms, one pornstar clawing at each arm, while your arch nemesis is practically grinding her pussy up against his thigh. 
What kind of shameless cunt seriously goes by the name of ‘Ima Tite’? Of all the clingy twits who think that Jax will be attracted to their false lashes and fake tits, she’s your absolute least favorite. A couple times she even tried to pick a fight. You always put her in her place, but she can’t seem to stay away...
Just then, an unexpected voice distracts you from your jealous daze. “...Hey.”
You look up from your drink, with a few blinks to chase the daggers from your gaze. This random guy is a new prospect that you recognize; you’ve seen him once or twice. He’s kind of cute, you think, in quite a clueless little fuckboy kind of way.
Though normally you don’t have eyes for anyone but Jax, you force yourself to see this cheap vending machine treat as a satisfying snack. ‘Cause if your man is gonna keep on letting his married ass come under attack... then that’s a game that two can play.
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“Babe, you okay?”
You glance up from the bathroom sink to see your husband standing in the doorway. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie, trying to hide the true reply that’s shooting from your eyes. Just go away.
“Know there’s no point in ever lying to me, right?” he tells you as he steps inside.
You heave a sigh, meeting your own bitter stare in the mirror, well aware that Jax takes pride in reading your mind. “It’s nothing; I’m just—”
“Sick of seeing me swimming around in a pile of sluts?” he finishes the sentence. Coming through. “Come on, Y/N, just... please don’t let ‘em get to you.”
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Already he’s fucking you up with the force of his presence, the way he moves close and surrounds you in his manly scent, drowning you in his essence.
“Babe, you know I hate these pornstar parties just as much as you do. Boob job Barbies aren’t my thing, but I’m taking one for the crew. Apparently letting the girls rub up against the prince of Charming keeps them coming. Keeps the whole damn business up and running. Who knew?”
“I did, for one,” you groan, as he enfolds you in his flannel-clad arms and looks up to lock eyes in the mirror, smiling at the view. “And stop being a cheeky little shit, ‘cause you did too.”
Jax doesn’t fight you on that since it’s too blatantly true. “What do I have to do to prove—”
“That’s just the problem, Jax,” you snap as you reluctantly pull out of his embrace, stepping away, pushing him back. “You shouldn’t have to ‘prove’ your love.”
“Damn right I shouldn’t,” he huffs, not too happy about how you just shoved him off. “But here you’re telling me the way I love you isn’t good enough.”
“No, I’m not,” you mutter, not even wanting to get into the real reason why you’re so mad. Because it doesn’t matter. “I never said that.”
“Think I don’t know how to read between the lines? Told you a thousand times that I will always read your fucking mind.”
“Yeah well, read this, genius,” you hiss, flipping your middle finger in his face. Because of course you’re so fucking mature that way.
The gesture was so pointless that he easily dismisses it, that very instant. “Seriously, Y/N. We talked about this. It’s business. They’re just emp—”
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“Empty or not,” you interrupt, ranting without a second thought, “they’re always all over your ass, and you know how I feel about that. Know it pisses me off seeing so many hoes eating my fucking crow.”
Jax rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Babe, they’re not ‘eating’ shit—”
“Yeah, well they’re feeding it. Constantly smothering my husband in a sea of tits. Raking their filthy fingers through your hair, while I’m standing across the room right fucking there.” ... as if I don’t even exist, you finish in your head, not saying that aloud. Not yet.
“So the hell what? You don’t trust me to handle myself around sluts?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me about trust.”
“No, that’s exactly what we’re gonna talk about. ‘Cause clearly you don’t have any in me,” he counters forcefully. “Clearly you still have doubts, when I tell you that all of this business is meaningless, empty—”
“I’ll tell you what’s empty,” you snarl, slamming both hands into his chest aggressively. The suddenness of your attack has him reeling until his kutte-clad back is pressed against the wall. “Your fucking promises. That shit you’d always tell me. Guess all that was also just part of your business.”
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Beautiful blue eyes blink at you. Appalled, confused. More than a little shocked. Just what you meant, he has no clue. And he’s ashamed that he can’t see straight through you in this moment, just the way he loves to do. “Y/N, the fuck...?”
Right then, as you’re all set to spell it out for him... you hear a familiar voice just outside the bathroom. Loud enough to hear through the closed door. It’s that fucking whore. She won’t bother to knock, you’re pretty sure. And all of a sudden... the lioness lurking behind the woman in you feels a spiteful kind of urge you’ve never had before.
“I need your cock,” you grunt, which is an honest statement; Jax’s dick is the one thing you’ll always want. No matter how, no matter what. “Like, now. Let’s fuck.”
Jax takes a pause, clenching his jaw, dim lighting glinting off his golden locks. “Babe, we should talk...”
“No, we should not,” you snap, pressing your lips to his to shut him up, heavy and hot. “Fuck that. Just fuck me, Jax.”
And the lust-driven lion in him knows there’s no use trying to fight back. He cedes to your demands, leather and flannel sliding down his flawless body as you pull at them with frantic hands. Giving in passionately to exactly what you want—and in a split second, he’s suddenly the one on the attack.
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You rake your fingers through the lustrous head of blonde hair that belongs to you, the way those other bitches love to do. Fuck all those whores. Every last lock is yours, just as his cock is yours, and you both know it’s true.
Once Jax is slamming you against the wall like an insatiable animal, that’s when the bathroom door opens. And Ima stands there gawking for a moment, just as you’d been hoping. Just as you had planned. 
Jax doesn’t even register her presence—far too deeply engrossed in ferociously fucking you over—as you and she briefly make eye contact over his shoulder, you shoot her a fierce, fiery glance. Bitch better back off my fucking man.
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Now that you’ve staked your claim, you’re finished with this game.
Jax isn’t done—he hasn’t come—but today, just for once, you decide that you want it to end that way. Allowing him release would grant him victory. 
You’re well aware that you’re being the cattiest, brattiest bitch in fucking history. But maybe you deserve to be. Maybe that’s one of the perks of being queen. You’ve earned the right to whip your claws out and to get a little mean.
“Okay—enough,” you say, pushing him off.
He’s never looked so shocked, still impaling you on his massive monster cock. “Uhhh... what the fuck?”
“Jax, I was just using your ass to make a point in front of one of your crow-eating sluts,” you tell him, clear and blunt. Pretending not to care as you see him flinch in disgust. “And now I’m done. Got what I want.”
He looks incapable of processing the shit you’re dishing out. Stung by each word out of your mouth. Apparently still clueless as to what this is about. 
You know deep down you shouldn’t blame him, but the only other option is to blame yourself. And you just can’t. At least not right this instant. Shit would hurt like fucking hell. He wouldn’t understand. The reason you escaped into the bathroom in the first place, just to wallow in your heartbreak... fuck’s sake, you don’t even fully understand.
Hope he doesn’t notice as you wipe a stray tear with the back of your hand. “Did you hear me or not? Get the fuck out.”
He noticed. Definitely did. Holds back his own somehow. “Y/N, who even are you right now?”
“The fact you have to ask, Jax...” you murmur, pushing him further back. “You wouldn’t have to if you’d only looked at me just once tonight. The way you promised me you always would, right? No matter what? Promised that I’m the only woman in your life, the only face you ever see, even when you’re buried in sluts? Maybe that’s where you really want to be. Because you’re fucking blind, apparently.”
Quietly shoving his unsatisfied dick back inside his pants, he tries to hold you in place with his other hand. “Y/N—can...”
“No, Jackson, we can’t just talk about this shit. Because it honestly makes me sick that you didn’t even notice, when—when I...” your voice trails off into a shaky sigh, terrified to admit the unspeakable thing you almost did. “Fuck this. Right now there’s nothing you can say.”
You turn to leave, wiping more tears on your sleeve. You hate yourself so much more than you hate him, in this moment. Truth is you don’t hate him one bit. Couldn’t even if you wanted. Just hate the way that loving him drove you to do something so stupid and dishonest. Hate yourself for being so ashamed about the fact Jax didn’t notice. Is that his fault? Yeah, it probably is. But not nearly as much your fault for having done what you did in the first instance. You crossed a line that he didn’t. A line he never would, because he’s good.
Whereas your sorry ass... you reckon, right this second, that you’re no better than any of those damn crow-eating cunts you hate so much. Much worse, in fact. The truth is you don’t deserve Jax.
“For someone who can always read my mind, you sure as hell fucked up today,” you choke the words out of your throat, knowing they’re out of line. Trying your best to keep your dignity afloat, though it’s an ever-sinking boat. “Why don’t you get back to your business. Prince of Charming keeping everything running, just like you said. For once now I won’t let you have the cake and eat it, act like you’re some loving husband, as if I’m your one true princess. ‘Cause I’m not, okay? Guess the prince doesn’t always get his way.”
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Once you’ve fled from the bathroom—ignoring how you only feel worse now that you’ve turned your back on him—you drown out the pain in your heart with a series of shots at the bar. Wondering if you should run back into his arms and explain everything and tell him just how sorry you are. 
Just a minute afterward, you hear the front door to the clubhouse slam shut, hard. Fucking loud, as Jax furiously storms out.
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That’s when you notice, finally, that the prospect you had almost kissed, right on the motherfucking mouth, not long ago tonight... is sitting at the far end of the room, with a few concerned club members and crow eaters hanging around at his side. The poor bastard is healing from some fucking serious wounds.
That’s all you need to see, to realize suddenly—Jax did notice. Of course he fucking did. And you could kill yourself in shame for having ever doubted it. 
Why hadn’t he confronted you with that shit, when he joined you in the bathroom after pummeling the prospect with his jealous fists? Hadn’t your man been mad about it? Fucking pissed? Why didn’t he step in between the two of you and stop it sooner, if he’d noticed, so it wouldn’t have to come to this...? 
Truth hits you now, somehow, long overdue—it must’ve been because he trusted you. Figured you were playing some stupid game and trusted that you wouldn’t overstep your limits, though you ultimately very nearly did. He must’ve trusted you the way you should’ve always trusted him. Clarity hits you just as hard as the door slamming when he’d stormed out of the room.
And you have never felt like such absolute shit.
You had hoped that Jax would be pissed, to be honest. Because you’re so fucking mature. Had wanted him to channel all that alpha male possessive jealous rage toward you, for sure. That was what you had expected. After dishing out a lesson to the overstepping prospect, he would be all set to ruin you in bed...
But you had ruined any chance of that, by being so insensitive and immature and insecure instead.
Now all you want is just to throw yourself at him, wherever he has gone, shamelessly begging for forgiveness, for the stupid awful shit you’ve said and done... beg for possessive, jealous Jax to savagely punish your sorry ass, as soon as he gets home.
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babylooneytoonz · 3 years
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the Vessel [ Pt. 14 ]
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— pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader
— summary: You, Geralt and Jaskier are on the road again, and something is on the Witcher's mind. How would you react to it?
— warnings: a lot of fluff🥺
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"I'm still here, you know?" Jaskier deadpanned, kicking a stone that came his way, cradling his long lost lute like a baby.
You chuckled at his words and sunk back into your lover's arms, who was seated on the mare behind you, your head now resting against his sturdy chest as you looked up at him and he looked down at you, smirking slightly.
"Come on Geralt, Jaskier's jealous. He thinks you've stopped focusing on him now that I'm here," you giggled playfully as Geralt shook his head, amused and craned his neck slightly, giving your earlobe a bite.
"Well, I'm not jealous, but I definitely feel like a third wheel, and in dire need of an inn—"
"Or a brothel," you added, and Geralt hummed in agreement with you, his thick, veiny arms locking around your now wide girth making you feel ticklish and squirm, "On a serious note, Geralt. Can we stop? I really need to take a piss. And a bath."
"Gosh, [Y/N]." Jaskier pretended to cover his ears dramatically, "You're the Princess of Cintra!"
"So?" You scowled, taking your foot out of the saddle and jutting out your leg so you could kick your friend's bottom but he dodged it, "Do princesses not take a piss? Besides, I am not a Princess anymore."
"What?" Geralt and Jaskier said out loud, together. And you nodded. Whelp. In all the drama, you had forgotten to actually tell them why you had run away. Or that— you had run away.
"Well, I sort of left it?" You drawled, absentmindedly and Geralt nudged you slightly, looking down at you, concerned.
"Why?" He raised a brow.
"Well, it seems that not only did the Witcher had some things to hide," Jaskier began, and you glared at him, "by the looks of it, you have something to tell us [Y/N]?"
You scowled, running your hand sheepishly through your hair and began clearing your throat, when Jaskier interrupted, "Don't tell me Queen Calanthe decided to name your baby Podrick."
You gave him a look of disbelief at first; but couldn't keep a straight face, as you bursted out laughing.
"What's wrong with the name Podrick for a boy?" You asked, wiggling your brows at him, and Geralt shook his head, faintly, silently amused.
"Well, Princess [Y/N], if you have a boy, you are naming him after me. Jaskier, obviously?" He smiled at you, wiggling his brows in retaliation.
"Or maybe, Dandelion?" You began, and both Jaskier and Geralt muttered, "No." At the same time.
"I won't have my son named after a flower, for fucks sake," he grumbled under his breath, and you pouted, pushing out your lower lip as you felt Geralt's palm ghost over your belly, protectively securing his palm over the bulge of it and you smiled.
"What happened in Cintra?" Geralt suddenly asked, manouvring the conversation back to where it had started from, and you looked down at your hands, rubbing them against the fabric of your dress.
"Mother wanted me to marry Foltest."
Upon hearing your words, the Witcher stiffened, his hand slowly pulling away. Suddenly, he tugged at Roach's reins so hard, the poor mare stopped."Ouch," you cursed under your breath, and then tried to pacify the sudden uncomfortable silence between the three of you by making small talk, "What?"
"I'm sorry but your mother wanted you to marry that sister fucker? Isn't that right Geralt?" Jaskier nudged your foot that was in the saddle and you sighed, your shoulders tensing slightly. Geralt was morosely quiet, and although he was a man of few words, you felt like this revelation was going to stop the progress that he was making with you.
"She thought that's the only way to protect me. And this baby. Because a lot of enemies will want to get their hands on me. Although, it's stupid, right? I mean, I have Geralt to take care of me," you muttered absentmindedly, staring at the flock of birds that flew past your mare.
It was only when Geralt cleared his throat, a little to coursely, that you craned your neck slightly towards him and noticed how his jaw had clenched, and he was fisting the reins in his grip.
"Shall we move on? We should reach a village in an hour or two. We can see if an inn can accomodate us," he bluntly added, and you blinked, looking down at Jaskier and giving him a questioning look.
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Lucky for the three of you, the three of you reached a nearby village sooner than you had expected. By that time, you were exhausted; your body sore at all the odd spots that you couldn't even put a name to or say it out loud. Geralt helped you get off Roach, his movements being tender, but he did not even once, try to talk to you.
The three of you entered the tavern, Jaskier leading the way in while you waddled through in the middle, as much as your bump allowed you to move. Geralt was in the extreme end, and you couldn't see much of him, or hear from him, except for a few occasional grunts you received.
Geralt got the three of you the last of the two rooms that were available and Jaskier disappeared into the first one, leaving you and Geralt to settle down in your own shared room.
You sat down by the edge of the bed, the bed creaking when you put your weight on it. Geralt placed his sword by the chair, before his hands came to rest against the fabric of his shirt and he started prying it off.
"Are you going to say something?" You finally asked, pulling both your hands together and rubbing them as though you were cold, "You've been sulking ever since I told you about what happened in Cintra."
Geralt grunted under his breath, and instead of replying to you, he moved past you to where a metal bathing tub, big enough to fit in the two of you, had already been set out, the water warm, and steam arising out of it. Geralt lowered his slacks, letting it fall to the floor as he stepped out of it, practically ignoring you. You could hear the sound of him wading into the water.
Sighing to yourself, you slowly lifted yourself off the edge of the bed, and turned to face the witcher, who was now seated against the tub, his arms holding the sides of the tub as he looked at you. Slowly, you let your tunic drop to the floor as you stepped out of it. It would have been a lie to say that you felt sexy, especially with your baloon belly that didn't let you look down at your feet. But you really needed that warm bath, to cure the soreness you were feeling.
Geralt threw out his palm towards you when he saw you step into the bathtub and you were thankful for it. He helped you get in and finally, you settled yourself in between the Witcher's legs, letting the back of your head rest against his sturdy chest, feeling the rise and the fall of it, "You're angry with me."
"Not with you. I'm just angry in general," Geralt retorted, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him.
"I'm not marrying Foltest. You should know that. Not after all that happened between us." You stared at the ceiling, while Geralt scooped some water into his palms and poured them on top of your head, trying to give you a head bath.
"When you said that, it got me thinking," Geralt suddenly began, as his fingers began to lather against your wet hair, his fingers rubbing through your scalp, making all the tension and the knots in your body melt away, but what words followed afterwards, only made the tension once again spiral back, "What happens once you give birth? Will you and the baby travel and be on the roads with a fucking Witcher? Who cannot settle in one place?"
"Geralt, where is all this coming from?" You turned to face him, letting your legs slide behind his body, with your baby bump now between you and his body forming a shield around it.
"Just got me thinking.. what kind of a life am I gonna be able to give you?"
Your fingers were now drawing intrinsic patterns over his chest, but your eyes were looking into his, trying to reach out to the man that hid beneath the facade of a cold, unemotional Witcher, "I don't care Geralt, all I know is that I want you."
"I want you too but I am thinking of your future." He said, stroking the side of your face with his wet thumb.
"I don't care if our love's forbidden, all I care about is that I want to be with you, I want us to raise our baby together," you slowly dropped your hand into the water, your hand finding his as you clasped your fingers with his and pulled out his hand. You brought it up to your baby bump, placing your hand tenderly over his. Geralt's breathing hitched, his huge palm draped protectively over your unborn baby and you smiled at him.
"I'm scared I will disappoint you. We Witchers weren't exactly meant to be domestic," He brought your palm up to his lips and planted a warm, chaste kiss on the inside of your palm, "I'm going to disappoint you and our baby. And you're going to hate me for the life I couldn't give you."
"No you won't. You underestimate yourself. You might be intimidating and cold on the exterior Geralt, but you—" Your smile widened, and Geralt popped his brow up, waiting for you to continue, "You are one big softie secretly."
"No, I'm not," he said, sounding fake serious.
"Oh yes, you are. You're a big bear," you playfully pulled your hand away from his, and splashed him with water. His eyes widened when the splash hit him, his lips pursing together.
"Geralt, I — I'm sorry."
"Oh, no love. This is war."
Geralt used his two hands to scoop as much water as he could and splashed you back and you let out a playful screech, "Geralt!"
"What? You called it. Come on now."
Geralt towered over the bathtub, the towel wrapped securely around his waist, covering his manhood, droplets of water rolling down his chest and his calves. He threw out a palm towards you and you whined; the water was too soothing for your exhausted body and you didn't want to get out. But there was no standing against the White Wolf. He slowly helped you up, making you stand, and carefully holding you by your waist so you didn't slip, as the pads of your feet were wet; he waited patiently for you to step out.
"Worried I'll catch a cold? I'm stronger that that." You drawled as you placed your hand into his.
Once you were out, he slowly turned you towards him to face him and wrapped a towel around your frame, using it to tap dry you all over.
"You pamper me, love," you smiled, letting your palm rest against your chest as he now worked to dry your hair.
"This is nothing compared to the happiness you are gifting me with."
You gave him a weak smile as you sat down by the edge of the bed, and slid into your comfortable slip, pulling it over your face and your neck, letting your eyes shut. After a few seconds, you opened your eyes, only to find the Witcher kneeling down between your legs, his eyes on your belly.
"You would never have been possible if it wasn't for your mother," Geralt whispered to your stomach in a tender way, momentarily glancing up into your eyes.
"Mhm, don't listen to the crap this man is feeding you with, Podrick."
"Not with that name again, [Y/N]." Geralt grumbled under his breath, but you could see a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He let his forehead rest against your bump as he fluttered his eyes shut and inhaled your sweet fragrance, his hands holding you from your hips, "Besides, I have a feeling it's going to be a little girl, with eyes like her mother. She is going to take over on you. Not that I would have it any other way."
"Oh, Witcher, my Witcher ," You pulled him up to sit next to you as you leaned in to kiss him, and he slowly arched forward, his lips melting into yours as he mumbled between the kiss, "You might be a future Queen of Cintra, but you are my queen this day forward."
When you pulled apart, licking your lips, tasting the aftermath of Geralt's lips on you, you suddenly grabbed his wrists, and smiled cheekily, "let me do your braids, love."
"Go to sleep," he grumbled, moving away but you caught his hand again, giving him a sad pout, "Please?"
"Fine," he grumbled as he sat down on the floor in front of you, his back turned towards you, his elbows resting on his knees as he turned his gaze to the side, instead of turning to face you completely, "only this once." He turned back around, a small smile playing on his lips. Who was he kidding, he wanted you to braid his hair every single day. He fluttered his eyes shut, letting out an exhale as your fingers dug through his scalp, pulling his hair back.
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Geralt woke up rather abruptly.
He sat up in bed, squirming slightly but when he turned towards you, sleeping peacefully on your side, your arm protectively draped over your beautiful bump, his heart swelled twice the size it was. You looked so innocent, so pure and you were his.
Gently, he pried the covers off, sliding his feet to the edge until the pads of his feet were resting against the cold ground. He stood up, and grabbed his discarded clothes that were strewn all over the floor, sliding into his slacks before he pulled his crumpled tunic over his head.
He turned to look at your sleeping form once before he slowly walked out of the bedroom, ensuring to let the door close as quietly as possible.
He dragged himself downstairs. He was starving after the night, but all he needed was a pitcher of ale to set him up. The tavern was empty, except for one or two men who did not have a steady job, so they had found themselves drinking at the tavern. The usual rush came in the evening.
Holding his pitcher in his left hand, he made his way to a table in the back, that overlooked the window. He sat down, huddling in a corner, bringing the pitcher up to his lips, when someone slammed himself in the chair in front of him.
"Rough night?"
"Speak for yourself, Jaskier, " Geralt smirked, as he brought the pitcher to his lips, eyeing him.
"Why on earth do you think I am hiding in a corner like this?" Jaskier blinked, wiggling his brows.
"Jaskier, don't drag me into the messes you create," Geralt hummed, taking a sip of the ale.
"You look different. You have a glow. Now I am curious. Did [Y/N] give you a beauty treatment?" He said smugly, letting his elbows rest against the table as he grabbed a piece of meat and tossed it into his mouth.
When Geralt didn't reply, Jaskier arched his body even more forward, leaning almost close to Geralt and Geralt scowled.
"I see you let her braid your hair."
"Fuck off," Geralt murmured, tight-lipped. He would have said more, but something in the back caught his attention, and his jaw dropped. Jaskier, following Geralt's gaze, slowly turned towards the direction where Geralt was looking at and that's when he saw what he was staring at— it was you.
You were standing by the counter, in a long, flowy dress, a beautiful white flower fixed to your hair, talking to the owner of the tavern. You slowly looked up from whatever you were talking to the owner about, and as though you had felt his eyes on him, you looked right at Geralt, the corners of your lips tugging into a warm smile. Jaskier looked from you back to Geralt, noting the smile that had formed on his friend's lips as you made your way towards him.
"Morning, husband. What do we have in here for breakfast? Your baby is starving," you gave Jaskier a wink, and Jaskier's jaw dropped, as he spat out the ale that he was drinking, splashing it all over the table, coughing and hitting his chest as though something was lodged into his throat.
You and Geralt looked at each other, and Geralt sat back, patting on his thigh as you sat doen on his lap, and Geralt locked his arm around you. "What did you say?" Jaskier asked, standing up, his hands on his hips, "HUSBAND?! You're married now? What happened in that bedroom last night?"
"Words, words, words and confessions?" Geralt's arm held you steady on his lap and you turned towards him, your nose touching his as you bit your lip, "Well, the Butcher of Blaviken declared he wanted to live his action packed life with me."
Geralt grumbled under his breath; and you kissed the tip of his nose, biting it teasingly, "Now husband? Where's the food?"
Geralt smacked your thigh playfully, and you immediately stood up, before Geralt was up too, "On it, woman."
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A/N: okay for those who are wondering if they missed a chapter in between, wherein they got married then no you did not. I didn't write their wedding descriptively. They got married at the inn during the night, which I chose not to write because I had no freaking idea how to😂
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nadisabug · 3 years
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Take On Me
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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! reader
Warnings: terribly written, I apologize, cannon divergence (smol divergence), song fic?????
Summary: Y/n won’t believe that The Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington likes her. 
A/N: aaahhhhh okay so I woke up at seven am and this song was playing and I had a fever dream idea for a fic so it’s terrible no beta we die like men
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"Wanna go to the movies sometime?"
I was mid-bite in my ice cream when Steve "The Hair" Harrington popped the question. I slowly backed away from the ice cream and stared at him dumbfoundedly.
He was leaning on the register, his bicep prominent and flexed. He had lost the cap he usually wore, and even though he had probably been wearing it all day, his hair still looked good. He was flashing me a drop dead gorgeous smile and his eyes were almost sparkling.
Gods I was fucked.
This wasn't the first time he had asked me out by any means. He had been hinting at it every time we saw each other for the past half year. This was the first time he was so up front about it, though. Usually I could act stupid and brush it off.
I hid the heat creeping up on my cheeks by digging in my purse. I grabbed a wad of bills and slapped them on the counter.
"Sorry, I got to go pick up Dusty from AV club," I smiled tightly, lying through my clenched teeth. "Keep the change." And with that, I nearly ran from Scoops Ahoy ice cream. I left so quickly that i didn't see Dustin, my brother, popping out from behind the counter.
"Dude, sorry. You'll get her next time," Dusty sighed.
"Next time?" Steve scoffed. "Buddy, there will be no next time."
"Come on, she likes you I swear," Dusty pleaded.
"Sure didn't look like it," Robin piped in. She was sitting on the passway holding a white board that said 'Steve Sucks' with 17 check marks below it and 'Y/n said yes' with no check marks below it. "I think that one counted for two," she announced, adding two check marks to the 17.
"Shut up Robin," Dusty snapped. He turned back to Steve. "Please Steve you gotta believe me!"
"Okay, okay, fine Henderson," Steve sighed collapsing on the ice cream counter. "Then why does she keep blowing me off?"
Dusty smiled. "For that, we do some recon."
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I was laying on my bed when I heard a knock on my door. I looked up from the book I was reading.
"Momma?" I called curiously.
"No! It's your favorite brother," Dusty announced, throwing open the door. I smiled and put my book on the night stand.
"Indeed it is. To what do I owe this pleasure," I sat up and patted the bed next to me.
Dusty graciously threw himself into the bed and smiled up at me. "A brother can't want to talk to his only sister who he loves?"
I raised an eyebrow at that. Dusty was always so bad at lying. "Spill, now," I ordered.
Dusty sighed and slumped down. He cursed under his breath - which I chose to ignore under the circumstances- and then looked up at me again.
"Steve told me he likes you. Like a lot."
At that confession, I hopped off the bed, turning away to hide my blush. I had just blown Steve off now here Dusty was telling me Steve likes me? Something was off.
"Since when did Steve trust you enough to tell you that kind of stuff?" I questioned, towering over Dusty who was still sitting on the bed.
"Well we've been hanging out." Dusty couldn't even maintain eye contact with me. He was hiding something.
"Where were you today after school?"
"AV clu-"
"Oh my gods you were at Scoops Ahoy." I slapped my hands over my face and turned around to hide my shame.
"No I wasn't!" Dusty tried to cover his tracks, but it was already too late.
"Dusty, there is no AV club today." The pieces clicked together in my mind. "Oh my gods Steve knows I lied to him."
"Yeah! Which really hurt him because he likes you!"
"No he doesn't Dusty!" I threw myself face first onto the bed and screamed.
"Yes he does! He's literally asked you out so many times."
I twisted, propping myself up on my elbow so that I could look at Dusty. "That does not mean he likes me."
"How so?" Dusty huffed and folded his arms.
"Because, Dusty, he's Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, he probably just wants to get back at Nancy for ditching him for Will's brother."
"What? No," Dusty scoffed.
"Yeah," I nodded. "She left him for The Freak so he's going to date The Psycho Bitch."
Dusty got a soft look of his face for a moment. "Is that what they call you?"
"Doesn't matter Dusty. What matters is that Steve doesn't actually like me. He just thinks he does because he's torn up about Nancy."
Dusty thought for a second. "What if he proved it to you?"
I looked at Dusty. "What do you mean?"
"What if he actually proved to you that he really did like you?"
I shrugged. "Then I'd date him and losing Dart won't come and bite us in the butt."
"Really sis you had to bring that up?"
"He ate Mews," I whisper yelled, careful in case Mom heard.
"About that, we finished translating the message, come on," he rolled off the bed, grabbing my arm and pulling me over in the process.
"Ow! No I can't!"
"Why not?"
"I can't see Steve after lying to him like that!"
"Oh just come on, he'll forgive you. He's madly in love with you."
I doubted that but I went with Dusty anyway.
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After everything we went through, we had a moment to pretend like everything was okay. The middle school dance.
I was upset that Dusty insisted that Steve take him to the dance and not me, but I knew they had something like a brother bond so I wan't too upset. I volunteered to be one of the high schooler chaperones, mainly under Joyce's wishes. She wanted at least someone there to watch Will like a hawk. Or two.
So Nancy and I were here. At the punch table.
"So, how's college going," Nancy piped up.
I had to be honest, I didn't really like her. Not with the way she broke Steve's heart. But I had to remain cordial. I guess.
"Good."
"I heard you got scholarships."
"It was the only way I could go."
"Yeah. With the.... deaths..." she said carefully, "at the Hawkins Post, they're hiring again. So Jonathan and I got our jobs back."
"That's great." I paused. "Not the deaths, the getting jobs back."
"Yeah."
We lapsed into silence after that.
I scanned the room to see that the boys had split off to dance. Some girl was dancing with Will, Mike was dancing with El, and Lucas was with Max.
Dusty wasn't with them though.
I looked around the room to see him sitting on the bleachers holding back tears. My heart lurched at the sight.
"I'm going to go dance with him," Nancy announced. I was about to let her when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I grabbed Nancy's arm.
"Wait," I ordered. I saw a girl with visible braces wearing a baby blue dress approach Dusty. He immediately perked up and held out his hand for her. She took it and they walked to the dance floor.
"Nice call," Nancy smiled.
I just dropped her arm, nodded, and turned away to watch them.
After a couple of hours, the kids started leaving one by one. Around the time we were at half capacity, Dusty came up to me.
"May I have this dance?" He awkwardly bowed with his hand outstretched. I had to stifle a giggle.
I looked at Nancy. She waved me off. "Go ahead, I can serve punch."
"Of course, mi' Lord," I giggled and took his hand.
He dragged me all the way to the middle of the dance floor and began to dance with me.
"Sure Suzie won't be jealous about baby blue dancing with you?"
"She knows I only have eyes for her," Dusty rolled his eyes at the notion that she could possibly be jealous.
"Turn around," I began in a sing songy voice. "Look at what you see!"
"Oh shut up," Dusty growled and shoved me.
I laughed but kept dancing with him.
At that moment the song changed, and Dusty smiled. My back was to the stage so I couldn't see what was going on, but I assumed it was just the band preparing.
As soon as I heard the signature synth, I squealed.
"I love this song, Dusty did you request it?"
"Sorta," he grinned.
Then I heard his voice.
"Ba ba-ba ba. We're talking away, I don't know what I'm to say, I'll say it anyway. Today's another day to find you shying away."
I dropped Dusty's shoudlers and turned around. When I did I saw Steve "The Hair" Harrington on the stage, mic in hand, singing.
Then he pointed straight at me.
"I'll be coming for your love, okay?"
"No fucking way," I whispered.
"Hell fucking yeah, get it Harrington!" Dusty cheered behind me.
"Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone in a day or two," he sang, the last word high and pitchy. It was so bad. So awfully terrible. He was making a complete fool of himself.
But I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"So needless to say, of odds and ends, but I'll be stumbling away slowly learning that life is okay. Say after me, it's no better to be safe than sorry."
It was only then that I noticed that the middle schoolers around me had parted to make a huge circle, with me at the center.
"Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone in a day or two," Steve sang even worse than the first time. Then he tossed the mic into the crowd and jumped off the stage. Then he began to dance, horribly. He did the running man, switching to the sprinkler, which then phased into a Charleston. It was so horrible but I couldn't help but smile. After the dance break, he turned to the crowd with his hand out. Miraculously, someone handed him the microphone.
"Oh, the things that you say, yeah is it life or just to play my worries way? You're all the things I've got to remember," he sang and walked towards me. I tried to take a couple steps back, but someone - most likely my beloved Dusty - shoved me forward. Hard. I stumbled and fell into Steve, who caught me.
"You're shying away, I'll be coming for you anyway." Steve clicked the microphone off and held it out to the crowd. Someone took it quickly and he brought his other arm around me. I would like to say that I tried to stand up away from him, but I didn't. I just let Steve hold me.
"Take on me..." Steve sang to me and only me. With each word he pulled my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He then began to sway softly with the music, dancing with me. We danced as the crowd around us reformed, the middle schoolers going back to dancing. It was almost like nothing happened.
But to me everything thing did.
"Are you su-"
"Yes," he whispered.
I smiled.
"Wanna go to the movies sometime?"
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🧰🔧PAUL IN BLUE OVERALLS🔧🧰
Prompt: One innocent sexual fantasy will lead Y/N directly into “Paul’s” faithful services.
Word Count: Long-ish
Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Reader
Warnings: +18, smut, sexual fantasy, roleplay, oral sex (female and male receiving), masturbation (male and female), cursing, name calling.
Tag: @akiko-tanaka , @blondekel77 , @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @drew-is-boo
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU *clap, clap*. Today is @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan birthday and what better way to celebrate it than with a Daddy McIntyre smut? This whole idea came from one (of the many) conversations Des and I have, she casually mentioned this and I wanted to use it as a birthday gift to her for being such an amazing friend to me 🥰 Thank you Des, for everything and here’s to many more smutty birthdays yet to come 🥂😘. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories on my Masterlist if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉
“Tell me one secret fantasy you have” Drew smirked
“If I tell you then it’s not a secret anymore is it?” I smugly smiled
“C’mon, Y/N! What’s wrong with you telling your husband a fantasy that you have?”
“I don’t have any” I lied
“Bullshit, everyone has it! And I find it hard to believe that you don’t have any with the amount of sex we have” He smirked
“Ok fine, I have it!”
“Ha! I knew it!” Drew proudly grinned
“But I won’t tell you”
His grin faded away “Why?”
“Because no, Drew” I start to scroll through my phone pretending to do something important
“I know you’re using your phone to avoid me, you know?!” He cackled
“Tell me one of yours then” I say, refusing to talk about my fantasy
“I always tell you my fantasies, woman!”
“Well-“ I start, but Drew interrupts me
“And you always make them come true so why don’t you tell me yours so I can do the same? Y/N, my love. We’re married for fuck sake! Why are you acting like a peasant girl who’s ankles I just saw?” He chuckled and I huffed
“C’mon princess, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just me, love” He coos
“Promise me you won’t laugh?”
“I promise. Scouts word” He crosses his chest
“Ok, so I... I always thought about you know...I always wanted to fuck a porn star. But, those trashy ones, with the cheesy lines, like where the guy is a plumber or a construction worker or even the gardener” I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment
The room is silent, too silent. So I look up at Drew to find him struggling to hold back a laugh but failing completely when he meets my eyes
“You promised me you wouldn’t laugh!” I got up from the couch to leave the room, but Drew was faster, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards his lap
“No! I don’t want to talk to you! I’ll never tell you anything ever again Andrew!” I fight to free myself from his hand, but it was pointless. He successfully made me sit on his lap
“I’m not laughing at your fantasy love, I’m laughing at your reaction to it” He chuckled
“Shut up!” I bitterly said
“You looked so cute, all embarrassed like that because of a pretty simple fantasy. My peasant girl” He teased
I look at him with a frown and a pout
“Awww, don’t make that face, love. I could never laugh at you, you know that” Drew smooch me “Why haven’t you told me before?”
“Because it’s dumb and embarrassing!” I mumbled
“No it isn’t!” He hugged me tighter “It’s a simple fantasy. It shouldn’t take us long to put it together and-“
“We’re not doing it!” I cut him off
“Why not?”
“Because” I sigh “I’m gonna feel stupid doing it and it will turn me off” I lied so maybe he’ll let it go
“Y/N, baby c’mon, don’t be so grumpy” He tries to convince me “There’s no reason for you to feel ashamed, love. We’ve done way worst than that!” He lightly chuckled, trying to lift my mood up
“Can we drop it for now?” I look into his piercing blue eyes “Please, Drew?”
“Ok, ok...I dropped it” He reluctantly said as he caresses my thigh
ONE WEEK LATER
“You have got to be fucking kidding me” I muted under my breath
“Drew?” I call
“Yep” He peeks through the door
“This damn thing is leaking” I pointed towards the en suite bathroom faucet
“Oh shit, that’s why I heard some water dripping last night”
“Really babe?” I ask exasperated
“What? I thought it was one of the cats!”
I rolled my eyes “I already tried everything and it won’t stop. We have to call a plumber”
“Ok, I’ll call one”
I give a little tug on his t-shirt, a sign for him to lean down so I can kiss him “Thank you. I have to go or I’ll get late” I kiss him again
“Ok. Oh, I may not be here when you come back. I‘m gonna work out in the afternoon”
“Ok baby, have a nice day” I smiled
“Oh I will, love. And you will too” He smirked
And I make my way downstairs utterly confused with what Drew just said.
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I got home from work and Drew, faithful to his word, wasn’t there. I make my way upstairs to our bedroom so I can take a shower and relax, when the sight of a pair of black worn out boots and blue overalls made me stop at the foot of the bed.
A man had his face tucked into the underside of the sink, while his hands fidget with the siphon. The position of his hands made impossible for me to look at his face.
*I can’t believe Andrew left a stranger alone in our house! I’m gonna kill you Drew* I thought
I was growing a little nervous to be alone with this strange man at my house. He was huge! Tall and broad and a part of me got a little intimidated by it, but I swallowed my fear and asked
“Excuse me, sir?” I voice was trembling
He grunts in response
“I’m sorry, I- I don’t mean to interrupt your work but could you please tell me when are you going to be done?” My voice was still shaky
“I don’t know, it depends” He answer with a thick foreign accent
“Depends on what, sir?” I murmured
“If the lady will want the complete service” He got up from the floor and my mouth dropped
“ANDREW, YOU FUCKER! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” I yelled
“Name is Paul, miss” He comes closer
“This is not funny, you know? Jesus Christ, I thought you left a stranger here by himself. And I was scared as fuck, thinking I would be alone with this random man at home..” I trail off as he stopped in front of me
“Will you want the complete service, miss?”
“Complete service?” I mumbled
He only smirked
“What is the complete service?” I whispered
“Well, I can help you with your wetness situation” Drew tilts his head to the side to stare at my ass “It will only take a long, thick and hard pipe” He grabs a handful of his bulge
And I couldn’t help but laugh
“Drew, don’t be ridiculous, lo- Oh shit!” I gasp in surprise with his hand laying forcefully against my ass cheek
“I already told you the name is Paul, miss”
He was so into this roleplay thing that I decided to not be the cock block and play along.
“Look, Paul” I begin and he happily smiled “I don’t know what services you want to offer but, I’m married” I pointed to my wedding ring
“I’m not jealous” He smirked
“But he is” I respond
He shake his head “He will only be if he finds out. I’m not gonna tell him, are you?” The determination upon his gaze was, to say the least, lustful.
“I’m not gonna tell him, because nothing will happen” I play hard to get
“Are you sure?” He tilted his head to stare at my backside once more “I’ve seen that pathetic excuse of what you call husband and I’m absolute certain he can’t handle all of that” He points with his chin to my ass
“He can” I weakly said
Drew arched his eyebrow “Can he though? Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that, sugar?” He cackled “You see, to me, it looks like you need a real man to fuck you, to ruin you, to make a good use out of that sweet pussy” He grabbed his erection through the fabric, easily taking a handful “And I’m a real man sweetheart” He took my hand, making me cup his hard on “This cock will fill you up in ways you never thought it was possible before. It will make you forget about that pitiful husband of yours. This dick will make you feel like a real woman being fucked by a real man, it will make you feel so fucking good you will never want him to touch you again” He smirks
And all I can do is squeeze his length in consent.
Drew quickly undressed me, tossing me onto the bed as he pulled the overalls down his torso painfully slow. The vision of his dark hair laying around his broad shoulders, his bare chest and abdomen with the upper part of the overalls around his hips made me moan
“Fuck babe, you look so fucking hot like that! I’m one lucky bitch!” I murmur, making him lowly growl and attack my lips in a famished kiss
Drew traveled his lips along my neck, collarbone, top of my breasts and nipples.
He holds both breasts on his hand, squeezing them together so he can fastly go from one nipple to the other.
He licked, sucked and lightly scraped his teeth on each bud, kneading the soft flesh underneath his palms and fingers with gentle yet firm touches.
He roamed down to my mound. Reaping my lace panties apart so he can stare at my leaking core.
“Look at this beautiful pussy” Drew gave me a long lick “Are you dripping like this just from playing with your tits, love?”
I nod “Yeah, because you’re so fucking good at it”
He smirked and placed a gentle kiss on my clit, making me whine.
“You’re so responsive, I love that” He gives me some kitten licks before continuing “I bet that jackass husband of yours never eats this pussy, does he?”
I shake my head, making Drew click his tongue in disapproval.
“What a shame, love. Such a beautiful, sweet, wet pussy just waiting to be eaten” He gave me a long teasing lick “Would you like that, princess? Would you like me to eat your pussy until you cum all over my mouth?”
“Yes, please” I panted
Drew stepped back to get rid of the overalls and underwear. He slides his length along my folds to collect some of my wetness so he can touch himself as he eats me out.
He kneels down on the floor, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed by my hips, Drew closed one fist around his cock and pumped up and down as his mouth closed around my clit, making me roll my eyes to the back of my head.
I moan and he growls, my growing need for release becoming unbearable until...he stops.
“What the fuck?” I faintly asked as I see him kneeling down on the bed.
I was feeling confused, until I felt two of his fingers sinking into my core as his palm rested against my clit, slightly pressing into it.
Drew pulled me by my hair until my lips were on his cock, making me open my mouth so he can slide in.
I hummed in pleasure from both his taste and his fingers pace. The slapping sounds of his fingers and palm against my pussy was pornographic.
I bob my head faster and apply more pressure into his cock’s head making him moan my name loudly.
“Fuck, stop Y/N, stop damn it!” Drew yanked me off of him with a hard tug on my hair
He got up from the bed, pulled me down by my ankles and fastly turned me onto my stomach. I feel his weight on the mattress behind me as he places himself between my legs, quickly entering my core with one hard thrust.
“Oh fuck” I whine
Drew grabs two handfuls of my ass, keeping me in place while he mercilessly pound me. He leaned down, pressing his cheek to mine
“You like being fucked like this don’t you?” He grunted “You love being such a good little whore for me, right princess?”
“Yes, sir”
“Say it!”
“I love being such a good little whore for you, sir” I panted
Drew smacked my ass and placed both of his hands around my neck to both to use it as leverage for his thrusts.
“Who’s fucking this pussy so good, huh?”
“You are, sir”
“And what does a good whore says, Y/N?”
“Thank you, sir” I mumbled
“That’s right, baby” He chuckled
Drew hits my g-spot making me scream
“Oh fuck, it feels so good. You’re fucking me so good, sir! Oh please, don’t stop. Thank you, sir...thankyouthankyouthank” I babble
“You’re gonna cum, Y/N? That’s why you’re clenching so good around my cock baby?”
I nod as much as I can “Please, sir. Let me cum, I beg you” I whined
“You’re look so beautiful, princess. So fucking precious. Cum, love”
I feel numb, almost in an outer body experience from the orgasm ecstasy as I feel Drew release in me. He’s growls and grunts only making the post orgasmic bliss last longer.
I feel him carefully pulling out of me and a few minutes after the warm washcloth cleaning me up.
When he lays down on the bed by my side I mumbled half asleep
“You’re something else, Scotsman”
Drew laughs pulling me up so I can rest my head on his chest.
“The idea was yours, princess”
“But you executed perfectly” I coo
“Well, thank you” He cackled “Was this enough to make you lose your embarrassment to tell me your fantasies?”
“Mhm, if this is going to be the final outcome, I’ll make sure to write them down so you can perform each and every one of them”
“I would like that, love” He chuckled lightly, kissing my forehead as I swim into a deep slumber
Dreaming of a certain plumber named Paul....
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Tongue Tied
Inukag Fluff Week Prompt: Secret/Stolen Kisses
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33168943
Miroku stared at the half demon with raised eyebrows as he growled impatiently.
“How long does it take for two women to get ready?” It sounded more like a complaint than a question, and the raven-haired man chuckled.
“Inuyasha, this happens every time, why do you seem to forget this?”
Inuyasha huffed in frustration. “It just doesn’t make any sense.”
An annoyed, muffled voice interrupted the men in the living room. “Inuyasha, shut up! Miroku, baby, we’re almost done!” His girlfriend, Sango, called from behind the door. She and Kagome were getting ready for their night out.
A dumb grin immediately appeared on Miroku’s face at the pet name Sango called him. His girlfriend of four years, they have been in this successfully established relationship for a long time. Inuyasha had no idea he would have ever seen his best friend be so loyal to one woman. He was happy for them, no doubt about that, and he was glad there was someone in the world that made Miroku happy.
Miroku was such a huge playboy back in college, and it was not until they both met the girls that Miroku’s main focus turned to Sango. It was an overnight change, a switch that had gone off in his head at the sight of her. Suddenly no other girl mattered, with pointless one-night stands and aimless flirting meaning nothing to the guy.
Back then, Miroku’s mission was to somehow get Sango to agree to go on one date with him, and she would refuse every single time. It was entertaining honestly, and he and Kagome would place bets on the sidelines to see what would happen. The winner would treat the other to a meal of their choice, and the stakes only got higher as Sango’s feelings started to get more obvious.
Eventually, she cracked and agreed to go on a date with the persistent man. They were casual for a while, with Sango being not very confident in how true Miroku was with his feelings. Though, he proved himself every time. And as they spent more time alone together, Inuyasha and Kagome’s friendship only became stronger.
For Inuyasha, it was a big deal, although he would never admit it. He was never great with women, and he was stuck around Miroku most of the time watching him flirt with a random girl every night. He was not the best influence, and Inuyasha was not going to take dating advice from a guy who never took dating seriously.
Kagome was his friend and an incredible one at that. She was always there for him, and he found it really easy for him to talk to her about things he had never told Miroku. At first it scared him; being so open and honest to a person was new to him, but Kagome calmed him. She brought him reassurance and safety, and it engulfed him in a warm aura that he had not felt since his mother was alive. She meant a lot to him, and he was grateful for the events that happened in order for their friendship to grow stronger.
Which, of course, had led them to secretly dating each other for the last month and a half now.
“Aw, baby, they’re almost done.” Inuyasha teased with a shit-eating grin.
Miroku laughed, “You’re just jealous you don’t have a beautiful woman calling you baby my friend.”
Inuyasha chose to ignore the jab and smirked in return. “So I can get whipped like you? I’ll pass.”
The bedroom door clicked open, revealing the two girls who had been hidden behind it dressed to the nines. Sango looked great dressed in dark blue pants that shimmered every time she moved and a halter top with the same color. The top had a crossing design that wrapped around her waist and went underneath her bust. Although, it was the girl beside her that grabbed all of Inuyasha’s attention, and it was incredibly difficult not to make it obvious.
Kagome took his breath away with every second that passed, her wavy raven hair cascading downward and framing her face as if she was a painting. The dress she had on had his body temperature rising at a steady rate. The way the satin material melted into her curves had his heart skipping a beat. It was olive in color, and Inuyasha made a mental note to buy her more clothes in green.
He felt like he was going to die, and he could not do a thing about it except stand here pretending like he was not staring at the most beautiful person in the room. Kagome was having a hard time restraining herself as well, seeing Inuyasha dressed up a little more than usual while still staying true to his comfort and fashion had her mouth-watering.
They had to control themselves. This was not the time. They both agreed to keep this a secret for now, only because they wanted to test out the waters before announcing it to their best friends. As nosy as they were most of the time, it was a miracle that they had yet to find out. The new couple wanted to enjoy their private time together. Besides, it made things a lot more fun. Miroku and Sango would l find out eventually, with it probably being a lot sooner than later since Inuyasha and Kagome were realizing that they definitely could not go back to strictly being friends.
The attraction was there, deeply welled into the ground with no chance of coming loose. Their friendship had blossomed into something they both had not expected, and it took a long time for Inuyasha to come to terms with it before he came clean to Kagome. He was a nervous wreck that day, but so was she, and when he had laid out his heart to her she was right there with him. It was surreal for the two of them, which is why they decided to keep it a secret for the time being. Everything was very new to the pair, as they had not planned on ever falling for each other in the first place.
Quickly, Inuyasha played it off and groaned, “Finally! You guys took forever.”
“Thanks! You look great too. You dress up nice.” Kagome fired back, but he could tell it was just a gimmick.
Sango, on the other hand, rolled her eyes. “It must be so nice to put on a pair of pants and a shirt and call it a day. Maybe even cologne if we’re so lucky.” She smirked, “Kagome and I, on the other hand, love to go all out. We’re hot already, so we don’t have to, but we want to.”
“Yeah, we all agreed we’d go out dressed up for once! We never do this as a group, and it’s going to be fun!” Kagome chimed in. Her smile was contagious, and it was taking everything within him to not launch himself at her and kiss her.
Miroku cleared his throat, “Well unlike someone over here, I think you both look wonderful.” He walked over to Sango and slowly slid his hand down to her bottom, “I think your butt looks great in these pants.” That earned him a slap to the hand.
“Ever the charmer.” Inuyasha retaliated.
“Let me praise my woman in peace.” He said as he feathered his girlfriend's cheek with kisses.
Kagome stuck out her tongue in mock disgust, “Ugh, Inuyasha, let’s go before they decide to bail on us.” She grabbed her bag and walked out in front of him, secretly allowing his eyes to look at her as he followed her out.
Their friends were quick on their tail, and out of the door, finally making their way to Miroku’s car. When they had all sat down inside, Kagome felt around for her phone and realized she had left it inside.
“Wait! I gotta go back for my phone. I left it on the bed!” She yelled.
“Ugh.” Inuyasha complained, “You’re so forgetful. I’ll go with you.” He unclicked his seatbelt to get out of the car, “We can give these two some alone time.”
Kagome giggled and wiggled her eyebrows at Sango, “Have fun. We won’t be long!” She scurried out of the car.
The journey back to the apartment felt endless as the couple felt the tension build between them. As soon as they were both out of sight, their hands met and entangled with one another. They walked in silence, the air felt too heavy between them to spare even one word to one another.
When Kagome turned the key to let them both back into the apartment, Inuyasha's hands were on her quicker than the flash, his lips crashing into hers before she could even get the door closed.
“You little liar.” He whispered into her mouth. “You left your phone on purpose.”
She kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck in an attempt to bring him closer. They were both smiling into the kiss as they savored finally being alone together.
“Did I?” She kissed his nose, “What if I actually left it here? You did say I’m forgetful.”
Inuyasha looked at her with awestruck eyes, taking her in completely before kissing her again. “I don’t believe you.” He kissed her face all over, leaving no inch of skin without a touch from his lips.
He left her in a fit of giggles while he continuously kissed her all over, making sure to leave some around the ticklish spot on her neck. “ They're gonna get- haha suspicious if we-“ More giggles, “-Take too long!” She let out.
The half-demon slowed down, kissing her forehead and nose before withdrawing. “It’s not my fault you look so good in this dress.”
“Hmm. If I remember correctly, you didn’t say that when I first walked out.” She teased, “But I do remember hearing you tell Miroku that he’s whipped.” She raised her brow.
Losing the battle, he pressed his lips against her plush ones once again. “Well, he is.”
She laughed, and he took in the beautiful sound. “You sure you’re not talking about yourself?”
He could not take his eyes off her lips, pink and a little swollen from their shared kisses, her big brown eyes, and the freckles that danced on her nose. “Oh no, definitely not.” He lied.
That earned him another giggle from her, and he wanted to keep kissing her so that he could get her to keep laughing. “I wonder who’s the liar now.” She tapped his nose with her finger, earning a little nose scrunch from him. “Now if you excuse me, I need to go get my phone. Sango’s probably spammed texted me by now!”
With one last kiss, Inuyasha let her go into her bedroom to find her cellphone. It was exactly where it was, right on the bed with five texts from her best friend. Although, that will not be the story she tells when they get back into the car.
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The bar and lounge were packed as any normal bar would be on a Friday night. There were people sitting on the stools right by the bar, as well as the tables and couches that were spaced throughout the room.
The group of four were lucky enough to find a couch with a table and claimed it as theirs before someone else could take it. The music was blaring loudly in the building as the group of friends were figuring out food and drinks for the night. They had agreed on a bar and lounge because clubs are rowdy, don’t have any food, and Inuyasha cannot handle them whatsoever. However, he can definitely handle a bar and lounge. It was a plus that they also sold food along with their drinks.
Inuyasha and Kagome, seated side by side, did their best to fight the urge to hold hands. Unfortunately, they were not seated at a table where they could get away with it. Their hands were on full display, and therefore, could not interact the way they wished they could. Their best friends, on the other hand, were already showcasing their relationship to everybody in the room.
“Alright, what are we getting to eat?” Kagome spoke up, a slight jump coming to her the more she got excited about their orders.
Just as much as he loved to eat, so did his girl, and every time she was able to eat he noticed that she did a little dance in her chair from excitement. She never noticed how often she did that, and he quickly realized how cute it was that she did.
Sango looked through the menu with her best friend, “We have to get wings. I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them, and wings are part of tonight’s menu.”
Miroku laughed, “Babe, get whatever you want. Kagome, the same goes for you. We’ll pay for the tab.”
Kagome scoffed, “You guys always pay! Let us do it for once.”
Inuyasha nudged at her, hoping no one noticed how he poked at her thigh. “Not a chance. It’s not up for debate.”
“Agreed.” Miroku continued, “All you ladies need to do is sit there and enjoy your night.”
Sango rolled her eyes, “We’re paying next time! No excuses.”
Kagome flexed her arm to show off her strength, “We’ll arm wrestle next time and the winner pays! Meaning, Sango and I will pay.” She smirked.
Inuyasha raised his eyebrow, “Did you forget I’m stronger than all of you?”
“Mmm, you wouldn’t dare beat me.” His girlfriend struck back, a playful smile present on her face. All he wanted to do at that moment was kiss it away.
“Haha!” Miroku laughed, “She’s got a point.”
While the girls continued to check out the menu, Inuyasha let his hand linger closer to Kagome’s exposed thigh. It was not much, but to him it was something. This allowed him to remind himself that she was all his and vice versa. They could not be openly affectionate yet, but it was getting harder and harder to hold back.
Once the girls put in their food orders along with everyone’s desired drinks, there was nothing else they could do but wait. The night was still young, and normally the little dance floor in the middle of the room did not get packed until people were drunk. If the girls chose to dance, they would have to wait.
“Alright, so, what are we doing after this?” Sango asked, her voice rising an octave higher to attempt to speak over the music.
“What?” Inuyasha asked, “We’re already at the spot we planned to come to, and you wanna go somewhere else?”
“Inuyashaaaaa,” Kagome dragged on. “Don’t be such a party pooper.” She smacked his cheek playfully, a low growl immediately vibrated deeply in his chest. His girlfriend could not hear it, but oh boy could she feel it, and she was reveling in the effect she had on him.
It was not fair, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to take her away and kiss her senseless again, he wanted to bask in her warmth and in the comforting sound of her giggles.
He already wanted to go home.
He relaxed and raised an eyebrow at her and put on his best-annoyed face. “I’m not a party pooper, Kagome.”
“Au contraire! My friend, you never want to stay out past 2 AM because you’re tired.” Miroku laughed.
“Face it, dog boy, you can’t hang.” Sango teased.
Kagome watched him pout, his annoyance extremely clear on his face, and all she could do was giggle at him. She understood why he hated staying out so late, seeing as how he worked so hard at the shop and knew he was very tired from his job. She knew he knew that they were just teasing him, but he was still going to complain about it.
“Tch. I’m gonna go get the drinks, maybe you guys will get tired after a few shots.” He stood up and made his way towards the bar, his broad back on full display for Kagome to see. She really could not believe how lucky she was, scoring someone so handsome and attentive like him.
Would she admit that it drove her a bit mad that other girls had their eyes glued to him when he walked to the bar too? No, not unless he asked her to. But it did bother her.
Quickly, she shot out of her seat, alarming her friends from her sudden burst. Sango looked at her concerned, and a little confused.
“I’m just gonna go help him out.” She lied. “Four drinks isn’t easy to carry back.”
“Don’t get lost.” Sango called back to her, but it went straight through one ear and out the other.
Kagome sauntered towards the bar, her brown eyes directly on her white-haired target, and smoothly positioned herself right beside him. He was standing beside the long table with no drinks in sight, casually waiting for the bartender with a pout still on his face.
“Baby,” Kagome chimed. “I was just kidding. You’re not a party pooper.”
He did not look at her and decided to keep staring at the fluorescent bottle displayed in front of him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She wrapped her hands around his arm and nuzzled into him, selfishly hoping the women at the other tables were watching. “You look cute when you pout.”
A blush crawled into his cheeks, staining his face red while he tried his best to look like the compliment did nothing to him. “I’m not pouting.”
She laughed again, and it sounded breathless and full of admiration all at the same time. “Do you want me to kiss it away?”
He looked at her eyes, and then at her lips, and back up at her eyes again. Those full, plush, soft lips that he could kiss all day long, for the rest of his life, enticing him to follow through.
“You’re okay with Thing 1 and Thing 2 knowing about us now?” He looked straight into her eyes, making sure to catch any hesitation or discomfort at the question.
“No,” she bit her lip to suppress the grin she had on her face. “Kissing you in secret is always fun, and we can do that anywhere, but I don’t want to hide us anymore from our friends.” She squeezed his arm for emphasis.
“If you’re okay with telling them now, so am I.”
Inuyasha looked down at her, a beautiful pink colored her cheeks at her revelation, and he could not help but smile at her. He kissed her forehead, careful not to smudge her makeup, and grinned. “Babe, get ready to be shown off to everyone. Because after this, everyone’s gonna know about my hot, annoying, and sweet girlfriend.”
She wrinkled her nose at him, “You gonna keep the annoying part in there?”
The half-demon laughed and patted her head. “That’s the part of you that made me fall for you so hard.”
“Drinks for Inuyasha.” the bartender interrupted.
It was Kagome’s turn to pout as the couple made their way back to their friends. With two drinks in each hand, they carefully placed them down on the table and sat back down.
“Inuyasha..” Sango asked, her voice coming off more threatening than usual. “What did you do to Kagome?”
His girlfriend's plush lips were still in a cute little pout, and he could tell immediately that she was trying to get back at him for calling her annoying. They were both messing around with each other as they normally do, but looking at her soft lips and with their previous conversation still fresh in his mind, Inuyasha knew what to do.
“He called me annoying.” Kagome answered, “So, I’m giving him the silent treatment.”
He could not stop his eyes from rolling at her, a humongous grin showing on his face. “Oh, relax, you know I didn’t mean it.”
Kagome’s brown eyes narrowed at him, but instead of looking angry, she looked like she was challenging him. “Hmm, remind me of what you said back at the bar then.”
That was it, the urge to kiss her again was too strong, seeing her so playfully riled up at his antics. She looked so good in this green dress, with her wavy hair cascading down her arms and face, her blushing cheeks that makeup could never compare to, and her challenging eyes that were staring right into his.
It was an instant pull, like a magnet, that led him to immediately latch his lips onto hers. Inuyasha felt her body give a little jolt in surprise, but she quickly molded her lips right against his, the feeling of kissing him was too addicting. She fisted her dainty hands onto his leather jacket and latched on for support while her body turned into putty because all she could think about was kissing him back. One of his large hands lay firmly on the small of her back while the other was caressing her cheek.
If they had a choice they would do this forever with one another and never go back to reality again. But half-demon or not, they both needed to pull apart to get some air. Their chests heaved dramatically while they stared at each other, both of their faces the reddest they have ever been.
“Finally.” Miroku snorted, “I was wondering when you two were going to crack.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened. “W-what?”
“You guys aren’t exactly the best at keeping secrets, you know.” Sango added.
“Yeah, especially when you guys look like you will jump each other at any second,” Miroku smirked, his eyes flicking back and forth from the couple in front of him.
Kagome huffed, “I figured this would happen.” She could not help but laugh. “Why didn’t you guys just say anything?”
“You placed bets, didn't you?” The half-demon glared. He, too, had his suspicions that their best friends had figured it out a while back, but for Kagome’s sake, he continued with their agreement on staying a secret until later on.
“‘Course we did, we wouldn’t be your best friends if we didn’t place bets.” Miroku’s violet eyes looked into Sango’s, and he smirked. “Also, we both liked to watch you two pretend like you weren’t into each other. It was fun.”
“Keh. Assholes.” Inuyasha scoffed.
“Never mind that,” Sango pulled Kagome in for a hug. “I’m so happy! This couldn't have gone more perfect!”
Kagome was in a fit of giggles all over again, and immediately she was pulled off from her best friend and into her boyfriend's arms.
“Well, guess we couldn’t keep it a secret after all.” The half-demon smirked.
A bright smile that Kagome could not hold back appeared on her face. “Nope, I guess not.”
They kissed each other again, and again, and again. By the time the group of friends all left the lounge, Inuyasha and Kagome looked spent, with swollen kissed lips and a drunken look in their eyes.
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mazuwii · 3 years
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Name: Sudden Meltdown You= Y/N Ackerman College AU
Fast forward two lessons and I was sitting in the stuffed cafeteria with a fat cake on my plate, trying my hardest to ignore every chaotic thing going on in the huge round hall by chewing on more than I could possibly handle.
"Uh oh, she's stuffing her mouth, why are you mad?" Pieck nudged me. I had no choice but to groan and roll my eyes. Porco and Zeke were sat in front of us, already knowing why I was irritated. "She won't shut the fuck up for one damn second," I mumbled, my gaze averted to Historia standing on the table, barking out bullshit.
Reiner and Annie let out a scoff in sync, both keeping their focus on their phones. Bertholdt laughed awkwardly and played with his fork. "It'll die down soon." He said.
"No, does she think she's some kind of main character or something? Her standing on the table and giving a speech about violence isn't going to stop Eren and Jean fighting like two petty drag queens." I rolled my eyes and continued. "If it did work then they would have stopped arguing by now."
"I'm surprised you haven't gotten used to it." Yelena sat across Pieck and I with her usually half-empty tray. "No, everyone secretly finds it cringe, I can't be the only one."
"Mmm, I don't know Y/N, it seems like you are," Zeke smirked and slightly leaned out of the way. Suddenly, students from our class clapping for her came into my already crimson view. "I just want to drop-kick her damn it." I stabbed the cake, earning a tissue rubbing against my mouth and cheeks.
"Not while looking like a baby who can't feed themselves," Pieck said, wiping the corners. All of our friends chortled as she treated me like a child. "What a supportive friend you are(!)" I sighed and took my earphones out of my backpack so I could block out the blonde's agitating voice.
Why was I getting so mad? I had no idea. Perhaps it was because her words were so repetitive and held no meaning to them. "Maybe you're jealous." Porco smugly said. I responded with a growl. "Of what?"
"I don't know, the fact that almost every guy has had a crush on her or that she's prom queen every year or you aren't as feminine as her or maybe"-
"Shut up. I get it." I grunted, stubbornly crossing my arms and glaring away from everyone. "Don't talk with your mouth open, Pocco."
"Don't tell me what to do! Peepee!"
Ignoring Pieck and Porco, my weakened glower settled on Reiner, who was boringly drinking water, leaning against the chair like a careless kid at a boring lecture. "Rei?" He suddenly stopped drinking, his eyes dragging to me creepily. He hummed with his cheeks full of liquid.
"You okay? I never see you eating nowadays." This was a better subject to start rather than that annoying short drama queen. The tall man grinned sheepishly and shook his head. "I ate too much in the morning so I don't have an appetite right now."
"I don't believe that, you aren't as beefy as you used to be," I snickered, squinting my eyes at him. "I bet Porco must be so happy now." Zeke abruptly said to himself. Our attention darted towards the bearded guy, making him look up and proceed. "He's jealous of Reiner's boobs and tries to grow his"-
"What?! Pfft no, I don't! Where d-did you get that from!?"
"Read it in your diary."
Porco began his usual rampage on privacy and why having Zeke as a roommate was like sharing with an obnoxious monkey, making us facepalm at the two. I turned towards Reiner who blushed slightly. I laughed and shook my head at how shy he could become.
By the time their argument turned into playful insults with Pieck and Yelena reacting to all their crappy comebacks, Bertholdt and Annie left the table with each other, in love as always. I got up from my seat and sat next to Reiner since the seat next to him was now empty.
"You know," He started, "You don't need to be jealous of Historia, you're just as good if not, better than her." The heat in my cheeks radiated my entire face. "At least to me," He added with a small smile, suddenly widening his eyes.
"Oh- sorry was that weird?" He laughed awkwardly. "Not at all, weirdo." I smiled at him, loving the view. How could Annie be staring at her phone when she had such perfection sitting next to her?
"Now come with me, let's both get some milk!" I snatched his hand and forced him up with me. He widened his eyes at how abrupt I was being, not having the heart to say no.
Reiner had some issues he never speaks about to people. He's amazing, the way he tries to heal his wounds by healing everyone else's. Out of all the questions I had, I'd have to ask him why. Why he covers his pain up by smiling, which technically is like adding wood to fire.
After taking a croissant and a cookie, I took him out to the benches on campus, no one really goes there now because it was raining in the morning.
Still, I threw my jacket on it and told him to sit down. Before he could decline, I pressed on his shoulders and forced him on it. The jacket was long enough for the both of us so I sat down right next to him.
"Reiner." I mumbled, biting into my cookie and shoving the croissant on his lap. "Y/N... I really"-
"Shut up and eat it, I'm sick of pretending to believe your lies."
His hand shook slightly and his lips quivered, turning his head away from me so that I wouldn't see. My heart shattered into a million pieces upon seeing him try to hide a cry.
"Rei..." I whispered, reaching for his slumped shoulder. "I'm just worried about you, we're besties aren't we?"
"Y/N... I don't deserve anything or anyone." He finally said. Despite the fact it was sad, at least he said something.
"No, please don't tell me this is how you've been thinking?" I bit my lip and remembered how he had PTSD and his room was all for himself, he had no roommate and stays in silence for the whole night, panicking with no one to help.
The silence he was giving me frustrated me more than it should, the fact that he wasn't saying anything about this. Judging by his weight loss it had been at least two weeks. "How long?" I asked carefully.
"Every night..." He finally looked at me. His usually golden, passion-filled eyes were dull with a spike of pain glistening in them. The corners bloodshot as he tried to contain the tears.
"You've been strong for too long, it's ok to cry..." I slithered my arm around his shoulders and gently laid his head against the crook of my neck. His shoulders shook and his breath was shaking as he finally let it out, sobbing into my neck.
From time to time, he'd let out a loud groan by accident, sniffling to lower his voice so that no one could hear but himself. "You matter so much to me, I swear to god, Rei." My fingers raked through his short blonde hair that had grown over time, my other hand rubbing his back.
"I want Reiner Braun. No one else." I told him, knowing why he was putting on the older brother impression all the time.
"He- He's nothing..."
"He's everything to me, why would you want to take away my everything?"
Suddenly, the sniffling stopped and the tears running down my neck halted at my sweater, soaking the collar. His face came into view when he sat up, gazing at me as if I had stated the craziest thing. His bronze pools switched from my left to my right pupil, drowning in my sincerity.
"You know how shit my days here would be without your dumb ass to flirt and make the most himbo jokes?" I giggled, my palm snaking up to his jaw and feeling his stubble gently prick my fingers as I caressed him.
Even though he hadn't said a word, I could only wish I made him feel better about himself because I had not only stated the truth, I exposed myself, my weakness. Although I don't show my appreciation as much as I should, I do need him, life would collapse without the idiot...
"Now, if you take my everything away from me, I'll despise you with every inch of my body," I said, melting when his hand laid on top of mine, leaning into my touch.
"That's not a lot of inches." He mumbled into my palm, making me lightly laugh. "Bastard." He weakly smirked at my playful insult.
"Come here." I sat on my knees so that I was higher than him and rested his head against my chest, my arms tight and secure around him.
"Mm..." I heard his muffled voice say, "Every time you hug me I feel so safe..." My heart skipped a beat, surely I wasn't supposed to hear that considering how low his voice was.
"You won't tell anyone... right?" He said, taking a deep breath in. I could sense him relaxing in my embrace, reassuring not only him but me.
"Of course not, let's just try and get you a break from school, a week should do it... right?" My hand rested on the back of his head even when he moved to face me.
"We have a lot of work for the school play though... the equipment needs building, who'll do the backstage lighting and help with props and what"-
"REI! Relax yourself, himbo. It's only a week."
"No."
"Reiiiii!" I whined, ignoring the thunder that had just struck. "Are you telling me you wouldn't want a week holiday with me?"
"I do, Y/N but we can't." He held onto my waist, careful not to squeeze my sides because he's well aware I'm ticklish there. "I can heal..."
My head unknowingly shook from side to side, "Rei you don't understand, I'm worried for you, healing by yourself... are you sure it'd work?" Silence...
Just as he was about to open his mouth, synced whistling broke our eye contact in the now heavy rain. Our gazes were met by the most annoying trio, Connie, Sasha and Jean wriggling their eyebrows at us. I heard Reiner uncomfortably sigh, cutting his breath off mid-way.
Abruptly, Jean began humming careless whisper out loud with his bothersome voice, Connie singing the lyrics with Sasha weirdly dancing in front of them as if they were in a ninja trio for matchmaking. "Tonight the music seems so LOUD! I WISH THAT WE COULD LOSE THIS CROWD! BABY! IT'S BETTER THIS WAY!"-
"You kids never shut up," We all flinched at the sudden appearance of Levi in the rain, standing proudly at his size. "First of all, it's 'maybe it's better this way', second of all your singing is so bad that the thunderstorm got worse, third of all, Braun and Ackerman, both of you get to class this is not a cheesy ass romance movie!"
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Ok but Sasha Connie and Jean doing careless whisper is 100% canon, like it's too funny not to be true, I’m just chucking this into tumblr LMAO
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coffee and pancakes
summary: Five visits his brother, seeking coffee and pancakes. What he gets is more than he expected. (Y/n) takes care of him and gives him some warm feelings after all those years after the apocalypse. Of course, Diego doesn‘t like the idea of his girlfriend babying his brother.
request: Hiii I read your Diego Hargreaves fics and I’m absolutely in love!! I was wondering if you could do something where reader is dating Diego and loves to baby Five?? (Maybe Diego pretends to be jealous cause he wants attention and Five loves the attention cause he’s been alone for so long.) You can just stick to the first part if you want, I just added the second part in case you wanted something more specific :) ~ @wowjeena (it wont let me tag you)
pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader, Five Hargreeves x Reader (platonic)
warnings: fluff, jealousy
words: 921
MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES
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The smell of fresh made pancakes and coffee fills the bedroom. Diego sits up in his bed and places one of his hands on the cold sheets next to him. His girlfriend isn‘t in bed anymore which would explain the smell of food. The half-naked man starts to smile because this small gesture fills him with so much love.
Slowly, Diego leaves the bed but doesn‘t even bother to put on clothes. At least, he is wearing boxers. Half-naked he walks down the small hall. As soon as the sound of voices and laughter reach the mans ears, Diego stops. Someone is in the kitchen with his girlfriend.
“How much sugar do you want?“, (Y/n) asks and opens a cupboard, taking the sugar and walking to the boy sitting at the table. She stops when she sees her boyfriend leaning against the door frame, looking rather surprised and annoyed.
The female pours a bit of sugar in Fives cup. He thanks her with a sweet smile and takes a sip. After putting the sugar back, (Y/n) walks over to where her boyfriend is leaning and greets him with a short kiss. Her warms hands wander over his sides and make Diegos heart beat faster.
“What is he doing here?“, asks Diego with a frown and strokes a hair strand out of (Y/n)s face. She looks perfect with the messy hair and the only thing covering her one of his shirts. For him it‘s a beautiful sight but Five should rather take his old eyes off his girlfriend, otherwise he will happily cut his throat.
“Well, all of your siblings are always welcome. Five arrived around 8 am and asked very nicely for a coffee. Who would I be if I denied him that?“, (Y/n) explains in a sweet voice, takes Diegos hand and escorts him to the table where a cup of coffee as well as pancakes are waiting for him.  After one last angry glance at his brother, Diego takes a huge bite from his pancake. They taste like home, because his girlfriend made them.
“Would you like some berries?“, (Y/n) asks the young looking boy, standing next to him and leaning slightly forward. She places one of her soft hands on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. The touch feels good after years of isolation and the apocalypse.
Five nods. His brother watches him closely, and realizes that Fives eyes wander from his girlfriends face to her bare legs. Diego growls.
“Honey, why don‘t you get changed? I can get him...his berries“, Diego says through clenched teeth. His girlfriend looks at him with confusion because why should she change? She is comfortable in his shirt, besides normally he loves seeing her in his clothes.
“You could put on clothes first, Diego. I can see your morning wood.“ Five grins at his brother and takes a sip from his black coffee.
(Y/n) can only shake her head and gets the berries out of the refrigerator. Then she places them on the table and wants to sit next to Five to finally, eat her breakfast but Diego pulls her plate and cutlery next to him. The female raises her eyebrows but nevertheless sits down next to her boyfriend.
During the whole breakfast Diegos hands lays protectively on her left thigh.
“Five and I want to go to the small book shop later“, (Y/n) says after a long uncomfortable silence. She swallows the last bite of her pancake and looks at Diego, almost as if she needs his okay to do something.
“What about...me?“, asks Diego with confusion but there is something deeper inside him. He is hurt because his girlfriend planed something with his brother, ignoring him completely.
“I thought you hated how long I need to choose a book. Last time we were there you...“, his girlfriend starts to explain and places one of her small hands on his shoulder. She noticed the slight stutter in his voice and is concerned she hurt him. Diego interrupts here before she can say anything else.
“I‘m coming with you“, he states and earns a huge smile and a short kiss from his girlfriend. Five rolls his eyes and finishes his coffee.
An hour later they enter the small bookshop. Diego has finally put on some clothes and since they left their shared apartment, he stares grumpily at his brother.
Normally, Diego would sit down in one of the huge armchairs but today he won’t leave (Y/n)s side as long as his annoying brother is with her. The three of them stop in front of the fantasy section.
“You should go there!“, Diego bumps his elbow against Fives side and points to the children section. The mans lips form a huge smile. The boy rolls his eyes and takes a rather thick book.
“Don‘t be so mean to him, D. He is older than you“, (Y/n) tells her boyfriend and looks up from the book in her hands.
“The way you baby him all day, I believe you are the one not knowing he is actually 58 years old!“, the man grumbles and lets his hurt gaze wander from his girlfriend to a shelf filled with books written by Stephen King. Seconds later, he feels an arm wrapped around his waist and the weight of (Y/n)s body leaning against him. She rubs her head against his chest like a cat trying to get treats.
“Don‘t worry, baby. I‘m going take real good care of you tonight“, (Y/n) mumbles while she browses through a book.
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vivinightingale · 4 years
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ok so we’ve already established that im an absolute simp (& sucker 🥺) for joey wheeler, but i love all my bois so can we pls get some hcs w/ the main DM bois with a vv short s/o? like REALLY short? like less than 5 feet? (im 4”10 so idek if im shorter than Yugi so 🤧🤚) also do you do matchups? and if so, are they open?? thanks love!! 💗
Yes! I do match ups, and yes they are open so feel free to submit! 💕💕
This one goes to all my smol readers I love you guys 💕💕💕
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Yugi Muto:
He isn’t gonna lie having an S/O who’s smaller then him is the best thing ever to him (he likes to feel tall)
He loves leaning down to kiss you, or how your the perfect height to lay your head on his chest as he holds you.
Maybe it because you shorter then him,but he is also very protective of you. It’s all that bad, but please remind him that you’ll be okay or it will get worse.
If you wear them he really loves dress and skirts on you, when you twirl in them has him high key wanting you, but to be fair anything you wear that makes you feel confident makes him high key want you.
He just really loves you okay??
You guys are cutest short couple. Teá and Mai squeal an coo about the two of you. (Usually end up with you and yugi huffing at the two of them)
He has you in his phone as shortcake 🍰💕
The cutest cuddly couple 10/10 best of the best
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Yami/Atem:
He doesn’t care how tall or short you are, it’s the kindness in your heart that has him ALL over you.
Because he has touched anyone in almost 5000 years or so he loves holding you, and keeping you close. His favorite is wrapping his arms around you from behind as he lays his head on top of yours.
Much like his counterpart he loves being able to lean down and kiss you. To him he gets to see you pretty face at a better angle.
He is also very protective of you he will pull you into his arm and use his body as shield. He just got you he doesn’t want anything to take you from him.
Not gonna lie but the confidence you show during duels is the thing that makes him high key want you. Just look at you and the fire in your eye just 👌
Unlike with yugi, teá and mai don’t coo at your relationship, but they love it just seeing how loving he is to you has them sighing at romantic it is
He has you in his phone 👑Queen🥰
Adorable dueling couple 10/10 would watch every duel
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Joey Wheeler:
He has to litterly has to stop himself from constantly picking you up cuddling you. So needless to say he LOVES having a smaller S/O .
Honestly he is one that will give the cute short nicknames lil angel, nugget, Chibi, shorty, and shortcake.
He loves being able to pick you, hold you close, and pepper all kinds of kisses all over your face. See how red your face get makes him want to do it more.
He knows you can protect yourself, but there are times when he feels the need to protect you.
When you argue with Seto, and put him his place that is when he high key wants you. Just seeing with spark in your eyes as your prove to Seto that your deck is just as good as his. He’s gotta stop himself tbh
Yours and Joey relationship is a little bit of cutesy, with a lot of silliness, and some sass it honestly makes everyone laugh at you guys antics.
Has you in his phone as lil sass 💕😂
Funniest sass couple 10/10 would laugh for hours with you guys
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Tristan Taylor:
The work out couple has arrived! He is the boyfriend that will lift you up and let’s you sit on his bicep as he flexs.
Because you don’t two compete in duel monsters like everyone else you compete to see do the most push ups, sit ups etc
He loves it when you sit in his back as he does push ups, and you count for him, or when you hang off his arm when he is trying to show off.
Oh he KNOWS you can protect yourself (sometimes you end up saving him), but he tries anyway and it adorable.
As much as he loves doing those things with he absolutely loves it when you wear cutesy things. The adorable look you give him when you cling to his arm in your cute attire has him high key wanting you.
Has you in his phone as little power house💪😍
Cute power couple 10/10 would cheer you guys on
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Duke Devlin:
Dungeon dice monster tag team champs! You’re cocky attitude mixed with his is honestly a fan favorite among the crowds.
Your vast height difference is also a favorite among your fans. When you two win he picks you up spins you around and peppers kisses all over your face.
You two play fight a lot, and he loves it because at the end of the fight he is always on top, and it usually ends up as something more.
Duke is the protective type so even if he knows you can protect yourself he still wants to be there for you.
Shorts are this man weakness so anytime you want to get a rise out of him wear them, and watch this man squirm
He has you in his phone as baby cakes 🎂😋
The flirty couple that has each other’s back 10/10 would stick around long but love you guys anyway
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Seto Kaiba:
Hhhoooooo boy you better climb this giraffe boi, cause let me tell you he is tall boi, and you may or may not look like a child next to him.
Because you are only slightly taller then Mokuba a lot of people mistaken as one of siblings. One day out of frustration you pulled him down kisses him roughly and told everyone you were his s/o NOT his sibling.
He loves how well you bond with mokuba, and how you treat him as your own kin. Even as going as far is stopping people from kidnapping him. (You short it’s easier for you to bust knee cap)
When he isn’t around you will have at least 1 bodyguard just for his own peace of mind.
You know what makes him high key want you? (Dressing as a blue eyes) beating him in a duel and taking control. Seto has been control all his life so having someone who is willing to take control for him is a nice change of pace.
He has you in his phone as (y/n)
10/10 best fierce business couple, would watch you got it with joey
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Bakura Ryou:
He doesn’t care about your height as long as you have big heart to match your beauty, and he can cuddle you.
Most of the girls who still tried to gain I his attention in high school are trying now and they are all HELLA jealous of you, but the two of you don’t care cause you two are in your own little world.
More times then not people can find you guys tangled up in each other. Wheather it be hand holding, or you guys cuddling you two are always with one another.
He knows he isn’t much of a fighter, but he would do anything if it means protecting you.
The thing that high key gets him going is when try to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him. You are just too adorable he can’t resist.
He has you in his phone as My love 😍💖
10/10 I’ve become diabetic with how sweet you guys are
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Yami Bakura:
Get ready to be picked on by this man, cause trust me he may love, but that isn’t stop him from picking on you.
Shorty, small fry, and tiny are some of his favorites to call you. He will also use as an arm rest when he stands next to you because he like the rise he gets out of you.
You aren’t a pushover though and that’s what he loves the best. That temper of yours is what drives him to be ass.
Look he may pick on you but anyone else DARES talks bad about you he will most definitely send someone to the shadow realm no hesitation.
When you two go at or when your going at it with someone else is what has him high key wanting you. I’m telling you it’s the temper
If he has a phone your under Fireball 🔥
10/10 don’t want to be around cause he might yell at me but I’m rooting for you boo
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Marik Ishtar:
Okay I have to say it. Traveling is expensive so I can see you two being the couple where he tell the waitress you his little sister and just the right age for the half price kids meals.
He loves how well you fit in front him while the two of you travel on his motorcycle. It’s a sure way he knows your okay.
The boy has been through a lot, and for as long as he could remember he has always felt alone so your presence alone is what keeps those dark thoughts away.
He is also a protector so he would fight ANYONE for you.
What really get him high key wanting you is when get on the bike with shorts and a tank top. Like wooooo guess you guys are staying in town for a couple days.
Has you in his phone as sunshine☀️💛
10/10 best traveling couple good luck in your travels!
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Yami Marik:
Also one of those one where he will make fun of your height, but still keeps you close like his life depends on it.
He tries to be mean and rude to you, but your kindness just snuffs it all out and he ends huffing as he holds you his head on top of yours.
He likes the quiet moments away from everyone else because if they saw how weak he was for you, you would be a HUGE target.
He would send anyone to the shadow realm if they so much as look at your wrong.
The thing that gets him when you sit on his lap, and pretend your in charge. You short stature just really get him going.
If he has a phone your under Small fry 🍟
10/10 you guys are mix but I love it all the same
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whosizana · 3 years
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BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS INCLUDE:
KARASUNO HIGH
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KAGEYAMA TOBIO.
– both of you are literally daredevils
– when one of you challenges each other, you both will not back down
– “dare to be benched in volleyball for a week or?” you asked
– “nah, i’ll pass. i’d rather drink expired milk”
– “is that so?” you grinned from ear to ear as you went to your fridge and took out the milk which you forgot to throw out the other day
– “well lucky for you, mister. i have milk that i haven’t drank for quite some time”
– kageyama gave you a disgusted look as he didn’t realize that you would actually dare such thing
– to show that he’s a risk-taker, he accepted the challenge and gulped the milk (he almost threw up after)
– you thought that he would only take a sip, but boy were you wrong. this man took your dare to a whole new level and finished the whole milk carton hopefully he doesn’t get sick
– “that was a bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend”
– let’s just say that his love for milk decreased after that
TSUKISHIMA KEI.
– the type to always play fight with you
– just looking for a little ✨spice✨ in his life
– lowkey clingy and dramatic
– one time y’all were alone in your room and he asked you for cuddles, but you turned him down because you weren’t feeling it
– “wow, i let you have access to my netflix password and this is how you repay me? how shameful” tsukki tells you
– “yeah. and? what are you gonna do about it? change your password?” you sarcastically threatened
– “thanks for the idea” he smirked and took out his phone to do so, but you immediately caught up on what was happening ... so you decided to cuddle him instead
– salty dino boy wouldn’t actually change the password. he was just teasing you and it was just a way of getting you to cuddle with him (he really knows how to get what he wants)
YAMAGUCHI TADASHI.
– sweet baby ꈍ .̮ ꈍ
– he’s too pure for this world
– will literally do anything (and everything) for you
– you would go on cute dates to the park
– “baby, can we hold hands?” you ask the green haired boy
– “of course, you said so, didn’t you?”
– he would never say no to you
– “it’s been so long since we last did this”
– “yeah. my hands are kinda dry sorry about that”
– “it’s fine” you replied as he smiled at you
SUGAWARA KŌSHI.
– this man is a cuddle master!! and likes to hug you from behind
– you were in the school hallway when someone suddenly took your hand and brought you to a secluded area
– it was suga. ideally, he would just steal a kiss from you out of the blue and without a care about what other people think (coz he’s bold like that) but on that particular time, he wanted some alone time with you
– writes you sweet notes like “wow, you just keep making me fall for you”
– one time you took out your book and there was a post-it note saying “how did i get so lucky? ♡”
– either you will see those notes in your bag, locker or table. basically, anything you own or will see (this had become an everyday thing)
– gives you cheesy nicknames like sugar, honey, sweetie sjsjha
NISHINOYA YŪ.
– his energy matches with yours
– baby is loud and proud about your relationship
– will show you off to everyone he knows
– “have you met MY GIRLFRIEND?” he says it like it wasn’t obvious enough
– when you told him your first “i love you” boooy did he become very talkative than he normally was because he couldn’t believe it and he was so nervous
– “this can’t be real i feel like i’m having a dream. ok. maybe i’m going crazy, but did i just hear you say that out loud? wait. wait- y/n ... say that again, please. or can you pinch me ... so i know this is real?”
– WAS SO ECSTATIC (he was jumping up and down)
NEKOMA HIGH
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KUROO TETSURŌ.
– one thing: study dates
– both of you are studying for an exam for tomorrow and he just stares at you, out of nowhere. obviously, you got confused and flustered. “is there something on my face?”
– kuroo shook his head no and whispered “i was just admiring your beauty. it’s distracting me and i can’t really focus on my work right now”
– okAY YOU TURNED RED AS A TOMATO. congrats kuroo, your girlfriend is officially the colour of nekoma high
– but this boy will teach you if you can’t do something in one of your subjects. especially chemistry!! he will make sure you never fail another subject again
– his motivation goes 📈📈 when he’s with you. you guys are either in his house, the library or a café while studying
– one time you didn’t have any tests, but you wanted to be with him in the library .. so you pretended to read a book.
– you just enjoy his company. so you got a random book from the non-fiction section and joined him to the table.
– you opened and used it to hide your face from him since you secretly take glances of his studying state from time to time
– “you know your book is upside down, right?” he whispered. “oh oops” you giggled
KOZUME KENMA.
– your partner in crime
– that counts in every game!!
– you guys will always team up together and he will help you win
– “are you sure you really wanna be doing that?”
– “kenma, are you saying that this is a wrong move?”
– “kinda.. yeah.. you could do better. here let me teach you”
– ok, when that happens he will hold your hand as you’re holding the controller and help you control your character aaaa uwuwuwu
– “you’re so cute when you play, y/n”
HAIBA LEV.
– super protective of you as if you’re fragile
– one time you tripped and he acted like you almost died
– “AH Y/N! ARE YOU OK? DO WE NEED TO GO TO THE CLINIC?”
– “lev, i’m literally okay. stop freaking out”
– “no, what is that” he points at your knee with a terrified expression written across his face
– “it’s just a small scratch. i was being clumsy and tripped. i’m barely bleeding. i’m fine, seriously.”
– before you know it, he’s bringing you to the clinic. carrying you at FULL SPEED
– “lev, baby- i don’t even know why we’re doing this”
YAKU MORISUKE.
– likes to do things with you
– you had an online classes together and he texted you in the middle of the class asking if you wanted to watch a movie afterwards (he will stream it for the both of you)
– your camera is turned on, while he usually turns his off because he doesn’t like people looking at him except if it was you
– but this time, he forgot turn it off and you can see him
– you purposely text him back with “sure! i’d love to. can we watch a marvel movie later? maybe spiderman, so i can see tom holland” just to see his live reaction
– he frowned a little since he’s kinda jealous and sad that he can’t compete to a celebrity. you giggled thru the screen
– “i’m just kidding, baby. i just wanted to see your reaction since your camera is turned on.”
– once he got the text, he was shocked that his camera was turned on and immediately turned it off
– “you had no idea, did you?” you questioned
– “nope”
AOBA JOHSAI HIGH
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OIKAWA TŌRU.
– you kinda like making each other mad just for fun
– argues with you for no reason at all
– one time you bought a hoodie for oikawa and he responded with “thanks, but- i hate it” just to annoy you
– “oh, well. i guess i’ll have to give it to hajime then” taking the brand new hoodie back
– “nooo! y/n-chan, i was just kiddinggg. of course i’ll wear it. even though i have a lot and you’ll probably just take this again to wear it”
– “what did you say, tōru?”
– “ohh, nothing~”
– and you bet this man loves matching outfits with you
IWAIZUMI HAJIME.
– conspiracy theory buddy
– he will share random knowledge with you? sometimes it’s deep, sometimes it’s cheesy
– y’all think alike and share the same brain cells?
– “y/n, did you know a heart costs around $1 million ... but i would give you mine for free”
– or something like “sometimes, i wonder ... what if things had gone differently”
– “what do you mean, hajime?”
– “what if we never met each other? i dont think i even wanna know. y/n, you’ve been a huge part of my life and i’m so glad to be with you”
– “i’m really thankful for you too, hajime”
KYŌTANI KENTARŌ.
– kinda toxic, but that’s what makes it more exciting
– s3x is interesting and hardcore
– you don’t want to let go of this relationship because it somehow adds ~drama~ in your life and you already have a lot of memories together sooo
– he gets jealous easily
– “why were you sitting next to oikawa?” he grits his teeth
– “he just asked me something, babe. what’s the big deal?”
– “oh, i see how it is. fine. go sit with him for all i care”
– “it’s not even that big of a deal, stop making it it one”
– “tch. remember you’re mine”
FUKURŌDANI ACADEMY
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BOKUTO KŌTARŌ.
– baby loves to surprise you!!!
– whether it would be him coming over unexpectedly or sending you food + your locker is full of his gifts
– one time, he bought you a huge a$$ owl plushie and left it in front of your house
– when you reached home and found it, you immediately called him since who else would give you a cute owl plushie that’s twice your size?
– “tarō, don’t tell me you spent actual money for that”
– “hey hey heeeey, babbbbbyyy! do you like ittttt? please say you do 🥺”
– “of course, i do!! but i don’t think it can even fit my door?”
– “stay still! i’m coming over to help you, owl! i’m on my way”
AKAASHI KEIJI.
– you bring out the best in each other and your relationship with him is very chill
– he’s like a pro?? when it comes to being a boyfriend???
– you well damn know that you will marry this man in the future
– he gives you so much support that your life is very much balanced because of him
– “keijiii! let’s buy this plant for our dorm!” (yes you share a dorm with him)
– “if you’re happy with that, then so i”
– your heart always goes doki doki with him istg ahahhaa
KONOHA AKINORI.
– okay y’all are really playful with each other 24/7
– teasing each other is basically both of your hobbies??
– there was a time you asked him to come over your house
– “konoha! get your butt over here and hurry! aren’t you coming?” you texted him
– “oh, i will be ;)” he makes everything sound so dirty i-
– “sir- this is a wendy’s drive thru”
– also, sleepovers are everything
SHIRATORIZAWA ACADEMY
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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.
– you didn’t know this man was actually??? kinda?? cheesy?? and poetic? like- toshi where did you learn this from? i didn’t know you had this side of you? i thought volleyball was on your mind 24/7
– “of all things that life has given me, you’re my favorite”
– are you sure it’s not volleyball, hunny?
– blood rushed in your cheeks since you obviously didn’t expect sweet things coming out of his mouth??
– “ah, this is why i love you”
– he will bring you to all his volleyball games since you’re his lucky charm
– aaaand he loves it when he gets babied
SEMI EITA.
– you like to annoy tf outta each other lmaoo
– you once receive a text from him like “what if we skipped class?”
– “baka! we will get detention” you respond back
– “no fun, y/n 😔 you’re such a good student”
– other times you’re so bored that you will message him something like “hiiiii to my super hot bf 🥵”
– and he will respond to you like “what do you want?”
– mans kinda cold sometimes?? like gee, you’re just tryna love him and can’t you say your boyfriend is hot without him thinking you want sum? huhuh
– “do you wanna know how i feel? ..... i love you 🥺❤️”
– “i know” he will respond back THIS BOY ISTG
– but it’s just the way you guys communicate with each other (later on, he will obviously say that he loves you lots too)
TENDŌ SATORI.
– he can be petty at times, but will can cheer you up if you’re in a super bad mood
– 100% will make you laugh in a second
– he will text you something like “are you mad?” even though you’re in the same room
– and you will reply with “no, tendō. i’m just tired”
– in a few minutes you will receive another message like “then ... why are you sitting on the other side of the table when i’m here”
– “why not..? i want to?”
– he is also the type to randomly sing in public. not that he’s doing that to embarrass you, but he’s just .... built like that
GOSHIKI TSUTOMU.
– this boy loves you endlessly
– both of you are pretty adventurous
– y’all are down to try new stuff ,, ik what you’re thinking ... but no, i’m not talking about that. i’m trying to be as wholesome as possible
– ok, but sometimes he’s a bad influence
– he invited you to sneak in school with him at night
– “are you sure this is legal?”
– “what’s life without a little party? lighten up a little, y/n!”
INARIZAKI HIGH
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MIYA ATSUMU.
– always takes care of you
– if you’re sick, you bet he will suddenly be your personal nurse
– HE LOVES AND CHERISHES YOU SO MUCH
– spends time with you when he can on his free days
– he will kinda get mad at you for not taking good care of yourself or not drinking 8 cups of water everyday!!
– “why were you awake so late anyway? is it homework?”
– “yeah... i’m sorry, tsumu”
– “ahhh, yare yare. you know i’ll do anything for you so please don’t get sick”
MIYA OSAMU.
– likes to try new things (IN THE KITCHEN THAT IS) ,,, and with that i mean cooking with you!!
– feeds you his delicious homemade food!!
– “y/n, would you like to come over to my place later? i want to teach you how to make onigiri”
– “oh. is this a date, samu?”
– “sure” sir, may i pls take your hand in marriage
– he tried out a new recipe and you were the first one to taste it
– “i know this looks bad, but i swear it’s not”
– “baby, whatever you cook will be delicious. don’t think it doesn’t look good”
– it was obvioUSLY SAVOURY mmm yUuuUmmy #foodp0rn #happytummy
– his cooking is not the only thing that’s delicious if yk what i mean 😏
– get you a mans that can cook for you
SUNA RINTARŌ.
– idk why, but i feel like he’s secretly freaky when you’re both alone (fight mE LMAO)
– he looks innocent, but isn’t .... i mean- you can’t tell me otherwisee
– y’all know what they say about quiet ppl ,,, they have a huge— imagination (what’d you think i was gonna say, huh)
– there was a time you won during a board game both of you were playing
– y’all are pretty aggressive and competitive when it comes to winning
– so you’re like “is that the best you can do? suck on THAT” because you defeated him
– and suna goes “and you swallow”
– *cue edgy bass music*
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a/n: oml this took so long i- PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT aaAaAAAa
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okay-victoria · 3 years
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Random Personal Rant
For anyone somehow here not from the original thread, this started off me getting asked what finishing school is and me getting shit off my chest that is only mildly relevant about how I could both be of the social class that gets sent to finishing school and grows up on welfare.
With an understanding that in many parts of the world it wouldn't qualify as so, as far as the US goes, my dad is from what counts as a very old money family from Baltimore & Philadelphia. Both his siblings went to college and one now owns a major hedge fund, and his sister is married to a C-level executive at a huge conglomerate. His parents went to college. His grandparents went to college. All eight of his great grandparents went to college. My dad...did not go to college. He was not about that life, and while I don't mean it as an insult, when I say his primary occupation until I was ~5 was a drummer in a mediocre band I mean that he opened for a lot of great acts, and if you lived in the Boston to Atlanta area in the 80s you may have heard him play, but he was never a huge national name. But he wasn't an amateur band playing for free at some random local gig either.
My mom grew up on a chicken farm in a Mennonite family in Pennsylvania but also completely rejected her heritage and became a model, sort of like my father, of mediocre status. Not Giselle Bundchen, but had national contracts and if you have a Graco ad/box from 1990-1993 you might see both me and her on it. They met because my mom's friends placed bets, one each, on who could sleep with a member of their favorite local band first and my mom picked my dad and...my mom was actually supposed to go be a model in Tokyo and found out she was pregnant with me and couldn't go 😂
So, after my parents had two kids back to back with a third on the way and determined they needed lifestyles more in line with having three children, they became much poorer than they originally were because my mom stopped working and my dad, with a barely-passed-high-school education but needing a true "day job" worked day labor in construction. My dad's father was too proud to give us money/help if my dad didn't beg for it; despite having eventually four young children my dad never did so we ended up on all the state assistance programs one could imagine. My grandma jokes that dinners at my parents house were BYOC - bring your own chair, because we didn't own any.
My mother and paternal grandmother had no such pride issues and I live in eternal gratitude that my welfare childhood was not as crappy as it should have been because my grandmother would have my mom accompany her on grocery runs and buy us food without my father or grandfather knowing, and every Christmas and birthday my grandparents/godparents could give us the one big ticket gift all the kids wanted that year. But, on the other side, I once got stung by a bee inside my mouth because my brother threw a hairbrush through a cracked window at me and broke it and we couldn't afford to fix it for about two years and a hornet got in one day and rested himself in my coke can (my parents were the very American type that fed me coca-cola in baby bottles at age 8 when I was jealous of my younger siblings lol).
It is hard not to believe in "toxic masculinity" when two men warring over dumbass pride issues would rather their children/grandchildren go without food than suck it up and decide 'help' isn't the worst word in the English language, and you know you've only been saved by two women who came from totally different backgrounds and entirely disapproved of each other but reached out the hand to shake when it came down to toddlers getting the short end of the don't-bend-the-knee stick. It wasn't that either of the men were bad people, I loved them both and got along great with both, but on a societal level I feel they were socialized in a very fucked up way if that was the end result, as both claimed "male pride" in these instances [my dad took multiple thousands of dollars I'd saved from working during college from me during the 2008-2010 financial crisis and didn't tell me and that was the reason I was given for why I hadn't been informed/asked, because it would be too emotionally difficult for an adult man to ask a young woman. My graduation present was them repaying me 1/3 of the money they'd taken from me without asking because I'd like, trusted them when it had been in a joint account that was a holdover from when I was <18 and couldn't have my own bank account].
While in some ways my parents on the surface achieved the American dream of going from nothing to a bunch of money, the real factor in play was that my dad's father was the bank. My parents had no credit and couldn't get real loans. My dad worked construction and during the two major periods that flipping houses was very lucrative, he never had to get an actual loan or pay actual interest, he just had to ask his father to pay out cash and then repay him at a flat 2% interest rate that didn't even accrue over time, just...whenever you are ready, repay the value of the loan + 2%. Because my father was doing something productive, in these instances, my grandfather was happy to pay, because it wasn't giving away money, it was loaning it. I had a very weird situation of mostly being poor but like also getting taken to the "big donors" events at the Kennedy Center and my grandparents regularly buying me a dress as a child worth more than my mom's wedding dress and also needing to pretend I fit in with these people.
And look. When I say "these people"...honestly, by and large, most wealthy people, whether inherited or not, are not the assholes you want to imagine. Most of them are extremely nice. Most of them are generous when it comes to the less fortunate who are in their personal sphere of being. Most of them are just really out of touch. The 100% kindest of all of them that I know once relayed to me that she thought people would be happier if once a year they did what she did...go to the airport with a purse packed full of absolute necessities, buy a one way ticket to the most appealing destination on the flight board, buy your clothes and book your accommodations after you'd arrived, and come back after you felt you'd 'centered' yourself. She didn't understand why there were so many unhappy people who weren't taking this very obvious route to being happier. I didn't quite know how to explain that saying "most" people couldn't afford to do that either financially or from a job/career angle didn't even cover it, as "most" sounds like 70% instead of 99.7%.
I was both my parents eldest son and eldest daughter in the worst combination possible. I was the eldest son because I was the most stereotypically male of all my siblings, in everything from desire to physically fight the battles I was given to dislike of shopping/fashion to lack of emotional connection to my relationships, so I can now fix your average household plumbing/drywall/electrical issue better than most "city" guys I interact with and remain less clingy to them in the process. I was also very much the oldest daughter from a responsibility perspective, I managed our household and from age 10 - 24 managed the finances of our family business, my mom almost died giving birth to my youngest brother after a ruptured uterus that should never have happened in the first place if we had adequate insurance to get her a non-emergency C-section (I was just past 9 years old at the time) and I was informally withdrawn from school for two years to take care of the family when she couldn't because there is no paid parental leave in the US and we got double-fucked by the medical industry because she got a bad "mesh" put in and then had to have a further surgery to repair that which we also had to pay for and didn't have the money to win a lawsuit over.
I don't know quite how to put this, but in the deepest fuck you of the universe, my rich-immigrant-ggggg grandfather's money led to him owning banks, insurance companies, etc, and the family cashed out in a big way when their ownership was bought by and merged with what is now Cigna, one of the biggest US healthcare insurers, and my nuclear family specifically got screwed by the American health insurance industry, but anyway, we were the people selected for that karmic comeuppance so if you want to feel schadenfreude at my expense, I'll allow it without begrudging the sentiment, my family might have fucked up your family’s life too, not just their own.
I got up twice a night to feed my brother because my dad had to sleep unmolested in my room to get to work and my mom was too weak to carry my brother or even hold him against her while she nursed so I had to hold him up to her. Adjusting to living in a city and hearing lots of random noises all the time was not easy when I'd had mom sound instincts from age 9.
I learned to drive the fall my youngest bro was born because my mom couldn't and I had to get my middle brother to preschool and go the grocery store on my own. While I hold absolutely no ill will towards my father or grandfather for this and given that about 1/3 of my paternal family either has an autism diagnosis or should, I fully feel the struggles they both went through to be communicated with, my father wouldn't ask for help, and my grandmother that lived 20 minutes away couldn't give enough help because my grandfather refused to do a single dish on his own as that was outside their "marriage contract" type agreement and she couldn't ever stay with us overnight when there wasn't a clearly-communicated need, so they let the burden fall on a 9 - 11 year old child and that really shaped a lot of my life in both good and bad ways. My youngest brother is 22, and we have only just climbed out of the medical debt his birth left us with between my dad's life insurance and my oldest brother and I paying for the extra cost of out-of-state college tuition.
The irony of all of this is that because my father died before his father, when my grandmother dies, my siblings and I will all inherit enough money (as a non-blood relative my mom, despite keeping her vows to part at death and not having remarried in eight years, is cut out entirely) to make this a non-issue, but my grandfather couldn't conscience spotting his unluckiest child some money in the end of days to pay for my youngest two brothers' education and take that worry off my father as he was dying. The day before he died I had to hold him down in bed to keep him from trying to climb in his truck to go to work because he was so anxious about trying to provide for us in spite of his father having fuck you money, because his father didn't think it was fair to the other siblings (who, at the time, still owned a major hedge fund and were married to a C-level executive of a huge conglomerate). A day and a half later I went back to my job because at the time I was then the sole provider for the family and didn't want to risk asking for the standard week's bereavement leave when I knew I was capable of showing up at work the next day and was fresh out of college so hadn't built up a reputation yet.
My father worked the day each of us was born, so I suppose it is only fair and he smiled at the choice. In spite of what it may seem, I gave a baller and very heartfelt speech at his funeral to all his rich friends that over and above everything, he'd taught us how to be happy with our own lives no matter what, and multiple of them emailed my mom in the aftermath to say they'd reassessed their relationship with their children in light of it, although...tbh I kind of doubt that lasted and they probably changed nothing 😅. The last good talk I had with him, two weeks before he died [his liver was going and it sent toxins to his brain that de-personed him after that and he no longer recognized me as his daughter, but as his sister], I reassured him that though we would all be sad he'd gone, we'd live on just fine without him because that's how he'd raised us, and according to my mom that was what gave him the final bit of peace he needed. Although honestly, I don't think I will ever see the strength in another human again that it took my grandmother to sit next to him and stroke his hand and tell him to close his eyes and imagine he was happy on a beach and die, for God's sake, because he was unaware and in pain and just prolonging it for our sake by then.
That type of obsession my grandfather had with assessing his children and grandchildren on the basis of economic productivity and a very black and white idea of "fair" is one you don't easily forget, I promise you. My hedge fund uncle is currently positioning himself to screw us out of our inheritance because of janky writing in the will and I'm doing my fuck all best to gain the wherewithal to go toe-to-toe with this cold motherfucker in court as the oldest and representative member of my happily much nicer and softer younger brothers who I want to remain that way not because I even care that much about the money, I know what bills affect your credit first and what you can put off paying and all of us have good enough career prospects to do our own thing, but just because I want to give the middle finger to a man that was a multi-millionaire and drew lines on his milk and orange juice bottles when I came over so he knew if I drank what my parents couldn't afford when I was approximately six. Anyway, ask me why I support major reforms in wealth taxation. I don't care who it goes to, just not that guy, you feel?
Having expendable income was very exciting for a bit after I started working but once I got to the hateable point of assessing my annual bonus and internally complaining that I'd spent the money I should have spent on a Sauternes cellar to drop five digits on bedset materials (to be fair they are drop dead gorgeous, very comfy and the factory pays a living wage for people to handmake the sheets/duvets/pillows to people in San Francisco, which is not cheap, so maybe I did more good than harm with that), I two seconds later nodded to myself and went "the government needs to confiscate more money from me". The narrative is always that the "undeserving" will use it for dumb things they don't need like iPhones or refrigerators...?...but like...I could also have gone to Bed Bath and Beyond and bought a very nice sheet/comforter set for at most a tenth of what I paid so am I really spending it responsibly either....?....who is going to get more joy out of this misspent money....?....not me, that is for sure, I probably would have had more fun going to BBB and laying on all the demo beds and buying something there.
My lifelong dream, which may become possible if/when I do have something of an inheritance, is to provide food security for one of the many towns in the US were most residents don't have it. It's the thing I remember the most distinctly over the years. I never could quite believe it when I got to the point that I could just...pay to eat at a restaurant. One of the most disappointed my mother has ever been in me is when I was twenty five and confessed I actually had no idea how much a gallon of milk cost in a city grocery store besides that it was probably between $1 and $5, because I didn't have to know. For now I make a weekly drop off of my excess produce to a mom group I met under somewhat weird circumstances but I was walking through the cut-through that went through the low-income housing back to my apartment at like 2 AM on a Saturday and these moms were out there partying and smoking weed with their kids all strapped in strollers around or the older ones watched by a rotating member of the group and I felt very safe and like these moms had a very good vibe of both living their own lives [seriously for mental health parents but in most cases specifically mothers need to be able to keep up relationships with people their age] but keeping their children safe and accounted for while doing so and trying their fuckin' best against all the odds to figure out how to make that happen when life had dealt them a shit hand.
...anyway, looping way back to the original question of what finishing school is, when I was almost done with middle school my dad had built a legit construction business that then very quickly took off because we lived in a commutable zip code to the now-rich-in-their-own-right people he went to high school with who trusted him to redo their homes. We eventually moved to that zip code but I stayed and commuted back to my old high school. But, i was a pretty wild kid which my father appreciated for a long while because I would follow him around on jobs and enjoy doing physical labor, but once I was mid-puberty and also he had to maybe show me to his high school friends that did not fly.
I snapped - not broke, snapped - my left thumb and my parents had to trap me like a wild animal to get me to go the hospital. Then I got a deep cut that partially injured a tendon in my leg and at eleven I tried to beat the shit out of my dad to prevent him from picking me up to strap me in the car and go to the hopsital. Next I got a deep splinter due to my eternal-barefoot tendencies and it wouldn't come out so got infected and I refused to go to the doctor [another weird back story but I was minorly sexually assaulted [[to be clear, not raped or anything big traumatic]] when I was eight and had to stay in hospital for a week and my parents couldn't be with me all the time so I have a permanent heebie-jeebie about going to the hospital, not true anxiety, I will go if I know I need to and I don't breathe heavy or anything, and I'm actually not permanently weirded out by sex or anything, just doctors in hospitals specifically I kind of unconsciously try to justify not needing to the extent I can rationalize it] and my dad was tired of my antics so he was like "fine if you don't go I will slice your foot in half with a Swiss Army knife to get it out" and I called his bluff and laid down on the floor, stuck my foot on his lap, and he didn't really know what to do when a barely fourteen year old girl called his bluff so my brothers watched in fascinated but horrified awe as I got my foot sliced open spectacularly so that the infection/splinter could come out and I didn't even make a sound out of spite despite it being quite painful to my recollection almost twenty years later.
They saw me cry from pain exactly one time when while trying to break up a fight between all three of them (it was over ice cream) I got pushed and my ankle got dislocated and what actually made me cry was snapping it back in place and they realized it was not a joke. These dumb assholes that I love have ragged on me for "skipping" chores the day after I was in the hospital because the day before that I had to spend 18 hours running Thanksgiving as a good sub-hostess like I didn't have a serious infection that needed treating and couldn't rest because none of them were up to any task beyond peeling potatoes.
After the Swiss Army knife incident, my dad's discussion of sending me to finishing school became real, which I knew when my mom made me take a walk with her and talked about it. Finishing school is like...etiquette school....? In ye olden day when finishing high school was not the norm for anyone, wealthy men finished high school and wealthy women often went to "finishing" school to have a combined education on being a proper lady but also being able to hold a decent conversation with your presumably-educated husband, so it wasn't entirely etiquette non-academic. It was more just like "what a rich man wants in a wife" school, which was sort of household management and knowing enough about cleaning/cooking to correct the staff if they fucked up, how to be a polite hostess, and how to not entirely bore him when you were alone together and had done your five minutes of sex or whatever so actually had to have a conversation. In modern times it has obviously expanded to be less bleak.
I said miss me with that, I can be a girl on my own, so I went full throttle into the girliest sport they offer in high school and ever since have gained the inestimable advantage of knowing how to also use femininity to my advantage, which I am very grateful to my parents for making me learn. It would be great if we lived in a world where that didn't count, but it did/still does, and they really set me up to operate in all the worlds.
It is weird for me to tell the story to Internet strangers because it's one of those things that makes your parents sound terrible and abusive in the general tone of the Internet nowadays, and while I support gender nonconforming children I don't remember my childhood or parents that way. But, I feel like the bits and pieces of my life I've given don't always make a ton of sense together without the context, so here it is, and in the end, I think a number of parts of it are areas where you can probably understand where it makes me have the opinions I do when I write.
Anyhoo, this makes my life sound far worse than it is, I actually have a great life and I am not unhappy with it at all and feel I was on the whole blessed with many more turns of luck than unluck, so, please, do not take this as a depressed artist rant, it is more like a rant of a very energetic person who rants about a lot of things all the time and didn’t need to come out but just did because the question was asked and the time was right with my life being in a bit of flux to think about how I got where I am and where I want to go and why.
Always remember no matter what problems it seems like I have, if I didn’t solve them on my 2 year round the world traveling hiatus I took from working, it’s my own fault, I definitely had the time and money to solve them and just chose not to.
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Guns N’Roses when they discover that their girlfriend is bisexual:
A/N: Requested by this anon, and I couldn’t do anything but write it because y’all know my bi ass loves some bi-positivity. Also today is bisexual awareness day, so this is a gift to all the wonferdul bi girls/ bi female presenting people ( don’t worry bi nb/ bi boys, soon I’ll do the second part for you)
TW: Mentions of sex, curse words, mentions of internalized biphobia
Axl Rose:
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You were constantly afraid that your boyfriend Axl could discover your secret.
You never told him that you were bisexual, too afraid of being rejected or laughed at. Everybody knew what Axl had said on people of the community like you, in the past, and even if he was growing and changing, you were still too scared to come out.
But a part of you knew it had to be done, if there was something Axl hated was liars, many people in his life destructed his trust, also everyday you were finding more difficult keeping the real you hidden, and you were afraid it could make you two break up.
You two were cuddling on the couch, not so invested in the random movie on the TV, he looked so calm and happy, smiling every time he looked at you, kissing gently your hand. You hated to burst his bubble of happiness, but you knew it has to be done, so you decided to gather the courage, and talk to him.
“Axl, I need to tell you something.” You wanted to sound chill, but your voice was trembling a bit.
“Did something happen? Is it bad?” Axl was getting scared, even if he was trying to hide it.
“I kept a secret from you, and I’m sorry. I’m…. I’m bisexual. I’ve never told you because I was afraid you would have found me disgusting, like all the others, I was scared that you thought I could cheat on you just like your exes, but even more just because of my sexuality. But I’m not more likely to cheat and I’m not confused. I-” You broke down, salty tears streaming down your cheeks.
You waited for screams, for insults, or any bad reaction. Would he left? Would he be angry with you because you kept a secret? Would he throw you out of the house?
He did neither of those things, instead he took you into his arms, kissing your forehead.
“Shhh, baby it’s okay. I’m not angry or disappointed, I know what I’ve said in the past and I’m sorry, I’m trying to change, and I could never hate my girlfriend, I could never be angry at you for who you are. I’m proud of you! And I hope to learn more and be a better boyfriend with you at my side!”
“So is it not a problem for you?” You asked, still unsure.
He shook his head, and kissed you softly, first on your lips, then all over your face.
Slash
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You and Slash were slumped on a couch, pretty drunk, in the Hell House. All the other members were too busy or passed out to give a fuck about you two, so you were talking about random shit, like you usually do when you are not sober.
You were on your boyfriend’s lap, his arms around you and you were talking about his first time having sex. You were not shy to talk about past relationships, even the sex parts.
“Wait, you were really only 14? Fuck, that’s impressive! “You said with a giggle.
“How was your first time?” He asked you, taking a long sip from his Jack bottle.
Well, your first time was actually with a girl, they one that made you realize you had feelings for other girls too, rather than just boys. But you could have just lied and tell him your first time with a boy, right? I mean you were not out to him so it was the logical thing to do.
Wrong! Your inebriated brain didn’t want to collaborate, so you just started telling him the real story.
“I was older than you, like 17 or 18. I knew her for quite some months, she was my friend, and we did it at their parents’ house. It was great, until they come back earlier than we thought and I had to jump out of the window!” You laughed hysterically, but the look of confusion on Slash’s face made you stop.
Oh, fuck! You were so screwed!
“So it was a girl?” Your boyfriend questioned, completely chill.
“Yeah, I’m bi, so I like girls too. Are you disgusted with me?” You were usually never scared, but then your heart was jumping out of your chest.
“I could never be disgusted with you, baby. I’m just surprised that my girl likes girls too, but that doesn’t mean I don’t agree with that or I don’t support you. I’ll keep loving you, no matter what.” You kiss him on the lips, too happy to say anything.
“Plus I could use that as an excuse to have threesomes with some groupies!” He added, and you punched him on the shoulder with a smile.
Duff Mckagan
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You were sitting at the bar counter, when you felt Duff’s long arms around you.
“Babe, something weird happened earlier, you can’t believe that!”
You were starting to get a little worried, but Duff seemed mainly amused, so it wasn’t something too bad.
“Okay so a groupie approached me backstage…” Well know you started to  get worried and a little jealous.
“And?”
“Well she looked me in the eyes and told me that she thought my girlfriend was into girls too. I was like What the hell? And she said you totally have like this energy, I don’t know she was weird, but I want to show you to her so she could prove me her point!”
Okay, now you were super scared. Because, you were bisexual, but Duff didn’t know that. So did you had to pretend that you are straight or be honest? But what if they already knew and it was all a test?
You decided to nod and follow him, just to not raise any suspect on you. However, once you had the groupie right in front of you, you stopped dead in your tracks.
Oh, no she was hot!
Of course, you loved Duff and didn’t feel any desire to date the girl, but hell if you were not in love him, you would have hit on her tonight. She totally made your bisexual heart skip a beat.
“Oh wow, she was right then!” Duff said surprised, looking at your open mouth. The girl just smiled, happy to have proven her point and left you two.
Those words brought you back to reality, and you started to feel a sense of dread inside you, while your eyes started to get wet. Fuck, you felt horrible, Duff would have left you and you couldn’t live without him.
“Hey baby girl, hey look at me!” Duff’s smooth voice said, cupping your face.
“P-please don’t leave me. I-I swear I love you!” You were so scared and desperate, while the void inside you kept growing.
“I’d never do that sweetheart! I love you so much, and this doesn’t change anything between us!” He hugged you closer, rubbing your back.
“I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you that I was bi sooner!” You said between the sobs.
“It’s totally okay, I’m proud of you for doing it now.” The blond answered with a smile.
“By the way, you have a great taste in women, if I was not your boy, I’d be your wingman!” He joked, kissing your forehead and your lips.
Izzy Stradlin
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Today was not a good day for you.
For years, you had struggled with your feelings, you tried to keep them down, to convince yourself that there was no way in hell that you could also like girls, but they never went away. You just couldn’t understand, that was not normal, you were supposed to like either girl or boys, you had to choose.
But then, thanks to a friend, you realized that what you were feeling had a name : bisexuality. You never felt brave enough to come out, and you still felt like you were “wrong”, but things seemed to be easier.
However, since Izzy became your boyfriend, you felt bad keeping this thing from him, and also to feel in that way. You were not sure if he would ever accept you or not.
“What are you thinking? You have been pretty distant today, and I’m saying that!” Your boyfriend asks, with his usual calm.
You were bad and you clearly needed to take this thing off his chest, so maybe you could have talked about it with him? Izzy was a very smart and kind man, never the judging type, but still that’s different when it is about your girlfriend.
“I’m bisexual. I think I’ve known this since I was a teenager, but I’m admitting it with myself just now. I’m so fucking scared that you could hate me, or that I could hate myself, everything is so confusing and scary. But yeah, I’m sure I’m bisexual!” You bit your lips, nervously.
“Okay.” He simply answered, getting back to play his guitar.
“Just okay? No screams, or disgusted faces? No I’m proud of you?” You were happy that he didn’t seem angry, but still disappointed with his nonchalance.
“I love my girlfriend and this won’t change anything. I’m glad you realized who you are, but I won’t treat you any different. I loved you before and I still love you now!” He was serious, but then a smiled softly.
“Well I’m so glad you feel like this, I was so scared to lose you!” You admitted.
“Nah, I would never leave you. Oh, I’m proud of you!” He said at the end, gently kissing your lips.
Steven Adler
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Your boyfriend Steven was on tour, and you spent much time thinking about whatever you should come out to him as bisexual. Sometimes you felt super confident while others you just kept stop imagine the worst, you loved him so much and the thought of him leaving you would break your heart, but also keeping this secret was eating you alive.
In the end you realize that you had to do it, but in a fun way, doing something that Steven would have loved and maybe that could have helped you being accepted, and what better way to do it that with a lovely chocolate cake, your boyfriend’s favorite.
So you started to bake, picking up all the ingredients and swaying  to some random music, hoping that it would have calmed you down a bit. Once the cake was in the oven, you prepared the frosting and also decided what to write on it : a simple “I’m bisexual” with two little hearts.
The doorbell rang right when you finished decorating, so you quickly put the cake in the fridge, and opened the door. Steven picked you up with force, hugged you tightly and made you spinning, all with a huge smile on his face.
“Babe I missed you so much! This tour was awesome, but without you there was something missing, like I needed my girl to be there!” He explained, getting inside.
“Well I’m here Stevie and you can spend as much time as you want with me.” You answered, kissing his nose.
“I’ll stay with you all the time. Oh, is it chocolate cake the smell I sniff?” He asked excited.
“Ehrm… yeah but it is a surprise, so sit and close your eyes.” You tried to hide your trembling voice and with shaky hands you put the cake on the table.
The blond drummer smiled, then he frowned, looking quite confuse. You felt like every bit of air left your lungs.
“Honey, what’s this?”
“I’m bisexual, I like girls too. I wanted to tell you, but I was too scared that you could have taken it the wrong way, so I keep it a secret. However, it was too much and I felt the need to tell you, please don’t go away from me!” You pleaded scared, just to be in Steven’s arms the next moment.
“ Hey I love you, you’re my girl, and I’m very happy that you decided to tell me this very important thing! I’ll always love you, no way I stop doing that. So please don’t be scared or cry now, okay?”
You were in tears, but they were happy ones. Your boyfriend held you even closer, keeping telling you how proud he was of you.
“10 points for creativity, that cake looks amazing, can we eat it now?” You cut a slice and gave to him, his smile priceless as he realized it was a two flavor one.
A bi cake though and through.
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