#I think I want to thank you for your presense

[somerandomdudelmao]

Heeeey @tapakah0

Happy birthday:D

[yawujin]

uggh i genuinely can't remember if you've done this already (ignore if so!) buuuut could i req with allies and axis seeing their s/o wear their clothes? i absolutely love these type of scenarios i could never get tired of em lol

heyy !! i really love these scenarios too! i think they're adorable, so thanks for the request 🤍

{ request } allies & axis | wearing their clothes ♥︎

type • established relationship , romantic relationship , cute , light hearted , scenarios , imagines , china is RICHH , england is a little intimidated(?)

❥ allies

america/alfred f. jones

he takes one look at them and smiles. who knew that his bomber jacket could look so cute─and stylish ─on his love?

a thought pops into his mind; he should get them a matching jacket! now wouldn't that look nice?

"stay right there!" he exclaims, going on to grab his phone to take a quick photo. "...and pose!" he jokes. he needed to capture how darling they looked in his clothing <3

england/arthur kirkland

they call his name, to which he just replies with a "yes?"

barely looking up from an article in the papers that has caught his attention, england sees his love wearing his very own forest green uniform blazer. he takes a double take and just stares.

he wants to say they look fantastic, elegant, stunning, distinguished. all those wonderful discriptors of how great they look in this moment.

he blinks, looking away. england is clearing his throat and swallows hard before speaking: "you look nice," he kicks himself for not speaking up. "come sit." which is subtle wording for 'oh god, come sit next to me so i can be in your presense for a little while longer'

france/francis bonnefoy

france is not one to hide his feelings. he lets them manifest however he sees fit, which usually is on his face.

his eyes go wide when he sees that his love is wearing his clothes, rushing towards them to get a better look.

france give them compliment after compliment , admiring how it looks while they're wearing it, to commenting how the colors bring out their eyes.

"you already look good in whatever you wear, so it's only natural you look good in my clothes."

canada/matthieu williams

when they joke around with the idea of them "stealing" his clothes, canada welcomes them to dig through his closet anytime to find more clothes that they think will fit and/or look good on themselves

he didn't know what he was expecting them to find, but he didn't expect them to look this adorable while wearing them

"maybe you should wear sweatshirts more often, eh?"

russia/ivan braginski

he's confused on why they would want to wear his clothes since they are so big they'll just end up not fitting them.

"if you need to be warmer, just come to me for hugs, yes?"

he's not going to admit how much he adores seeing them wear clothes that big in size 🫢 nope

china/yao wang

he takes one look at them and figures 'no, this won't do' and takes them shopping immediately

they want to tell him that they weren't implying that they wanted a new wardrobe 😭 but all the beautiful expensive clothing inside the store was so captivating

"there, see? now you don't have to wear mine"

they kind of just wanted to see if china would think they were cute or not, but new clothes works good too ദ്ദി´▽`)

❥ axis

n. italy/feliciano vargas

"ve...since when do you look so stylish?" italy flirts with them

he thinks they look really cute in his clothes, although they are only slightly bigger on them

nevertheless, he invites them to borrow any of his clothes from his closet anytime <3

germany/ludwig beilschmidt

he's kind of just staring in awe. he hadn't realized that his clothes could look that big on somebody else.

in typical germany fashion, he asks for them to fold his clothing neatly after they are done wearing them

he steps away for a while with the image of them in his clothes stuck in his head. he can feel his own heartbeat speed up. verdammt. he thinks to himself. that was so cute. they're so cute...

japan/kiku honda

similar to china, japan sees this act as a subtle hint that his love wants to buy clothing just like his

"if you wanted to match shirts with me , you could have just asked..."

he thinks about it a second more and a visible flush of pale red appears on his face. japan begins to blush at the thought of you two wearing matching clothes/pyjamas 🫣

prussia/gilbert beilschmidt

doesn't think much of it other than the fact that of course they would want to wear his clothes...they're awesome, he's awesome

"are they comfy?"

he asks half jokingly. when they say yes, his smile widens and he tells them that they're welcome to wear his clothes all they want. maybe his awesomeness will rub off on them too

s. italy/lovino vargas

he wants to tell them that they look funny, dorky, and just outright ridiculous while wearing his clothes

oh, but he can't...he thinks that them wearing his own clothes is actually pretty adorable

"yeah, you're cute. now give them back." he huffs

that image of them will now replay in his head for the rest of the week day

[taro-bae]

hii!

thank you for taking my request about hotarubis love language! love it <3

i hope you don’t mind for a second request 🥹

can i have a scenario with subaru where s/o is sick but they are clingy 👀🙏

thank you for your time 🙏🙏

That's such a cute idea!

Tokyo Debunker is so underrated.

Question for everyone, who's your favourite character?

Subaru Kagami x sick!clingy!reader

Summary: Subaru finds out his s/o is sick and goes to check up on them. His s/o is very clingy when sick.

Notes/CW: gender neutral, reader not specified doesn't have to be MC, fluffy, comfort

Subaru is a very busy individual. He finds out you are sick from Haku telling him, he is very concerned. He is just waiting for a moment to have a break from his errands so he can go and check up on you. He leaves his dormitory heading straight in the direction of your room. Subaru is very worried, overthinking the situation and how you're keeping up as he walks.

Subaru arrives at your dorm, he pauses for a minute taking a deep breath collecting his thoughts to lifts his hand and knock on the door. "Um...dear, can I come in?" He says letting you kmow its him. You hear the knock occupying your attention. Once he hears your hoarse, raspy voice from the inside of the room he gently opens the door looking inside. He sees you lying on your bed clearly exhausted and tired as he walks closer cautiously. He takes in your condition as he sits down on the edge of the bed putting a slightly shaky hand to your forehead. You're clearly down with a fever from how hot your forehead feels on the skin of his hand.

He didn't expect you to reach out for his hand and hold it making his heart jump a little. He feels a little shy at the contact but the only thing he can think about right now is your well-being. He feels you holding onto his hand as you lie in bed occasionally shuddering. You squeeze his hand almost desperate for his support. Subaru puts his other hand over yours holding it gently in his grasp. His gaze is soft and worried as he tries to analyse your condition and what he should do. "Do you need anything...I could get you some tea?" He asks softly. You agree to his offer in a low, quiet voice. Subaru knows your tea preference off by heart, he brews it and returns to you as quickly as he can setting it beside you.

He wants to know how you are feeling, not only physically but what you think about him being here. "I'm not bothering you too much am I?", he asks quietly. When you reassure him you enjoy his presense he eases up holding your hand gently rubbing circles with his thumb to comfort you.

As he sits beside you he sees and feels you reach out trying to hold him closer. Your arms are shaky and weak as you cling to him. He freezes up a little but he can't deny you. Your hands grip his clothing, your body feeling sore and limp because of the illness. You whisper out a plea "stay with me...please". Subaru's gaze soften tugging a little at his heartstrings, he knows you need him near. He holds you closer letting you cling to him like he's your lifeline.

He wonders how you are doing emotionally right now feeling you cling. He's no stranger to bottling up emotions and he doesn't want you to do it to. He asks how you are feeling or what's on your mind. At some point you feel a little guilty for clinging to him so much, what if you get him sick or what if this bothers him. Subaru is suprised to hear a muttered apology falling from your lips, apology for clinging to him. "N-no, please do", he replies, the last thing he wants is for you to feel like a burden or embarrassed for your state. He holds you in a tight embrace letting you cling as desperately as you need. In a way he finds your clingingness very cute, while he himself feels wanted.

While your sick Subaru takes care of you in any way possible. Keeping track of how much you are drinking, if you have taken medication, if your condition is getting better or worse. He is very responsible so he makes sure to do anything he can to ensure you have a quick recovery.

(He's so sweet and pretty)

Stay healthy and hydrated babes!

[koolades-world]

Hi!! Congrats on 2k I’m so proud of you!!!! :D

For the event, can I request 2 and 21 with Beel?

thank you!!!! it took me a hot second to get to your request but i'm here now haha

it's always great to see you!! so glad you made a request :)

enjoy <3

prompts 2 and 21 w/ Beel

You didn't wake up early often on weekends before you lived in the Devildom. You were the type that had to be shaken awake if you needed to be up before you usual wakeup time, and countless times, roommates have had to shut of your alarm and wake you up themselves because they were growing sick of that blaring alarm.

To no surprise, you didn't change upon moving. But, it did get harder to stay in bed after you'd woken up thanks to all of the frequent uninvited guests that somehow 'accidently' spent the night in your room or snuck in after you'd fallen asleep.

The only guest that wasn't unwelcome was Beel. You'd come to really trust him, despite the fact he'd been the one to knock down an entire wall of your room. Staying in his room for that short period of time had caused you to grow closer to each other. The two of you learned a lot about each other, and after you learnt he had a twin that was currently out for the same exchange program you were part of, you knew you had to be the presense in his life that he was missing. You wouldn't and couldn't replace him, which you knew, but you could at least try to soothe the ache, and bring something new into his life.

You quickly grew the closest with Beel out of all the demons you'd met in the program because of how understanding and kind he was. He always listened to you when you needed to get something off your chest, and he was your biggest cheerleader for anything, and everything. You were much too afraid to tell him, but he had become like a brother to you; he was someone you trusted with your life and knew no matter what, he would be there for you. He always looked out for you with the vigilance of an older brother and even thought it was unspoken, you knew you could turn to him for anything.

It was another one of those lazy mornings in the HoL. Nobody was awake yet, except for Beel, and thanks to his alarm, you. "What time is it?" You yanked the blankets up over your face.

"Five." Beel sounded pretty awake. This hadn't been the first time you'd slept over in his room, but that didn't make hearing his early alarm any easier. Usually you just brushed it off and went back to bed, but for some reason, you were more awake than you usual. Perhaps it had to do with your long day and early bedtime yesterday, but you could worry about that later.

"It's too early. You can't go yet. You make a great pillow." Often times the two of you would snuggle close under the covers together and enjoy a movie or tv show. Mammon was often there somewhere, and Asmo and Levi would drift in from time to time, but Beel and his snacks were the constant. You always feel asleep first, and thanks to Beel, the other brothers had no chance of pranking you in your sleep. He acted as your guardian, your shield. With him by your side, you found your sleep was much more peaceful and you no longer woke up in the middle of the night with terrors or otherwise. You were never cold and you never had any issues getting comfortable. You'd never asked, but you thought he was also sleeping better.

"Alright, I can stay in bed a little longer." Beel caved to your demands without a second thought. It was delightful to know he cared enough to listen to your silly demands.

"How much longer?" You asked. You figured it would only be another twenty or so minutes, so you wanted to savor the time you had left. You peaked out from under the covers to look at him.

"However long you want," Beel responded. He smiled at you, carefully tucking you back under the sheets.

"Awww, you're the best. I'm just some human but you treat me like gold." You didn't think too much of what you said, but Beel seemed to take it to heart.

"Why wouldn't I? You're family to me." You felt yourself begin to grow giddy at his words. You'd be repeating those words in your head forever. Despite the day having just started, you knew it would be a good one. You lent over to hug him. He seemed a little confused but was happy to reciprocate.

"Thank you." Beel's grin grew a little once he saw the glee spread across your face.

"Anything to make you happy." From that alone, your mutually felt emotions were conveyed. Having Beel by your side was like having a brother, one you wouldn't trade for anything. He accepted you into the family you'd been thrown into, and that's all you needed to get by in the Devildom.

[karlachismylife]

I think it's easier to live with as time goes on, esp with adhd it's become the background pain of my life lol, flair ups suck though for SURE. What is surprising is how much I can move even though it hurts because of the pressure lol. I used to do ballet stuff so flexibility isn't an issue. And honestly thank you for sympathizing because you have no idea how many people assume that just cause I don't look like I'm constantly uncomfortable and in pain that means I'm not. It's like no dude my feet feel like they're burning and I'm pretty sure my legs are locked to prevent them from shaking but fuck it we ball. I did get prescribed a new medicine though so I don't have to constantly take ibuprofen and it works really well! The pressure is still there but not the pain. Btw you don't have to keep answering these with the hc's if you're low on juice. Just being able to talk about this without feeling like I have to defend my own pain cause I'm younger. It's like if you're under 30 people think you can't possibly have pain XD

(for other comrades - prev post here)

Me and my inner Soap got so stuck on that ballet part, not gonna lie... I smacked him upside his silly puppy head though, don't worry. Jokes aside, though, that's incredibly impressive, wow, you're just a star, aren't you? Cuz I have quite an understanding of how hard it is (mum did ballet and told tales) and I have nothing but respect for anyone who can endure it, honestly, superhuman shit.

Ugh, I already got frustrated with them people on your account. As if they wouldn't give you shit if you demonstrated that you don't feel well. Dumb. I feel like 141 boys wouldn't like that you're kinda masking it, though. They wanna take care of you, for Ghost it's almost the sole driving force of his life, but they all get off acts of service and care, because, well, that's what they are, four big brutal service dogs. So if one of them sniffs out you're hiding how uncomfortable your current seat is or that you got tired of standing, for example, in a checkout queue at the store - there's gonna be so much grumbling, oh boy, and you're getting scooped up immediately to be relocated somewhere you can actually get comfy and relax.

Good thing there's new meds! Already said, Ghost's picking them up and clinking glasses with you to take them together with his drug cocktail, before you get to chase Soap around the house like a dog that doesn't want to take its pills. He would still keep the painkillers always on hand, though, just in case, you know - what if it flares or something happens. And for Price.

Price would SO understand that stupid ass stigma and bias though, because he's actually not an old man and was even younger when he messed up his back, plus he's in the military, so everyone always assumes that he's in his top shape and if he shows he isn't, he just gets dragged by others. Or maybe not dragged, cuz people are rightfully afraid of him, but it's the looks he gets that get under his skin and make him so self-conscious. And the days when you need his help but he can't pick you up properly? He feels like a failure. So all this people talk and internal exhaustion from the constant presense of this shite in your life is very very familiar to him. Letting some steam off while you both just tear apart some ugly ass knob that made a sarcasting note about you when you sat on a free seat in the subway? Sure, Price made that balding bitch almost piss himself for that, but it doesn't mean he won't have some more nice words to say about people like him who decide who gets to sit and who doesn't.

[azureitri]

revamped thoughts towards azure from aurien that i hope you don’t mind me slipping here . . but,

in short, she still has a like for him . if anything changed, it would probably be that it’s less apparent .

one of the main reasons that she develops a certain fondness for him, is actually because of his lack of relationships . and as . . uhm, really bad this sounds for at least auri herself, no one likes him that much, so she doesn’t really have any reasons for an envy she always somehow comes back to with everyone . .

( she has mixed feelings for about everyone . an example would be although she does generally care about kyo mainly from cas and nyx, it’s also mixed with feelings that she loathes herself for having, a jealousy mixed with a small amount of resentment at times . )

mainly what i wanted to change, was that she actually has more respect ( especially for his boundaries ) for him that blooms from a certain admiration ( she basically thinks he’s cool and looks up to him more lol ) .

one thing i could imagine with this, would be auri actually sometimes sitting somewhere around him ( not too close though ), and getting things done like classwork and class management stuff and plans because of her role as vice class president, because of how quiet and calming his presence is : 3

anyways, i hope that you can forgive me for how long this is haha . . i also hope you didn’t mind the slight changes : < ! love you : D !

( mentioned — cas & kyo : @lookatmysillies / nyx : @rockwgooglyeyes )

no no it's fine! dont worry about your ask being long, i really dont mind :>! thanks for telling me.

i do want to ask, will auri still have approached azure in the same way if that's the case? like will she 'force' him to stay with her and be 'clingy' like how they first interacted? or will she have approached him in a different way or maybe not approach him at all and just admiring him? pardon my confusion haha 😅

also, auri finding azure's presense calming wahh :"D that's so cute actually. anyways, love ya too apri, take good care of yourself :]!

[zenphiaaa]

Souvenir (Giyu Tomioka)

Giyu x Gen!Reader Giyu Pinning After You

<> Giyu is a college professor and you owned a coffee shop that was located nerby his workplace

<> He practically comes everyday during his lnch hour for your salmon salad (a house favorite) or the speical of the day

<> Leaves you big tips every time regardless of what he ordered that day

<> The two of you often have small conversations when it slows down

<> One time he came while you were on your lunch break and the two of you had spent that time talking about everything and anything

<> And as he stares at the plate of Salmon Dakin you have placed in front of him, he can't help but think how pretty your last name would be next to his last name

<> Didn't you know? The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach? And boy oh boy was this man done for you as yo explained the recipe that you used

<> It wasn't long before the two of you couldn't hide your feelings for one another anymore

<> He confessed through a letter and some flowers sent anonymously

<> Something along the lines of,

-'When I'm with yoyu everything goes a blur. As I bask in your presense I feel at peace and the precious time you have devoted to me. Pleaseaccept my feelings wholeheartly.'

<> A bit of a shakephere boi if ther was anything to go by

<> You decide to head to the adress written on the letter to meet up with your serect admirer

You greet the hostess with a soft smile as she excorts you to where your mystery date was. You hoped that you wouldn't be disappointed in tonight's events. You only wanted one man's eyes on you, and you hoped your institution was correct on who sent you the letter.

"Here you are miss." The hostess politely smiled at you as she gesurated towards your table. A light feeling bloomed in your chest as you saw Giyu patiently waiting for you with his hands clasped together on the table.

You thanked the hostess as you took your seat and smiled up at the dark haired male. "Hi giyu." You greeted warmly.

"I hope your not too disappointed with me being here." Giyu begun only for you to shake your head at his words.

"There's no place I'd rather be right now." You spoke softly as the two of you shared a serect smile.

[rosehippiefield]

I know there's not much I can tell, but you remind me of Honami from Project Sekai. This is only my assumption but you give me a vibe of a person that is very caring and extremely nice, just like Honami. <3 Someone whose empathy is on a high level and cares about those around her. (Bonus points if you like apple pies)

Another character is Hanami from Jujutsu Kaisen. Not very special reason, it's mostly because of the flowers Hanami is associated with. And I won't tell much, because of the spoilers, but Hanami was a gentle person from personality. (At least this is how I remembered her, lmao.)

And I wanted to say something I kinda wanted to say for some quite time now and decided to take a chance now.

I am always happy whenever I see you in my notifications or when I see reblogs from you. I know I might sound silly but seeing you interacting with me in any kind of form makes me really happy. Especially because I see you since the very beginning of my Tumblr new life (my first account was in 2013 but it was deleted lmao).

So thank you for being there. I know it's mostly a coincidence because you follow my friend and interact with her mostly, but I still wanted to say that I'm happy whenever I see you. :3

I don't know these characters but from how you describe them I'm happy to remind you of them! I can't judge myself objectively but I try my best to be caring and empathetic, so I think I have some similarities with Honami :3 (though I don't like apple pies that much). Maybe with Hanami too, perhaps one day I'll watch Jujutsu Kaisen since now I'm intrigued by her character

I'm happy that you like interactions with me, it's the same for me, I'm glad whenever I see that you liked/reblogged/booped me! I remember how Goldyluna drew Gin for your avatar and since then whenever I saw your avatar I thought "Oh, that's a friend of Goldy". All the better when I saw you in my notifications, I felt honored. And I still do, especially after reading this ask! It's so heartwarming that you value my presense here <3

I actually wanted to follow you for a long time but either forgot or lacked the courage to make the first move, so I'm happy to be mutuals now, thanks for following me first :3

[tireddovahkiin]

1, 6 and 9 for the gush game with sephi? ^^/

AHHH, Thank you SO much for the ask!!! 🖤 (The way my heart srated beating faster when someone asked me to gush about my beloved evil angel OMG-)

Link to the game!

1. Gush about your f/o's eyes!

GOSH- where do I even start??? FIRST OF ALL. The colour. Man, I get so LOST in that sea of glowing cyan and green...

I mean, just LOOK! This is a work of ethereal art, everybody! It's DIVINE. So intimidating to others, because of those slitted pupils, so cold and distant... But to me, they fell like HOME. Like a sanctuary I can get lost within. Everybody sees them as the eyes of a monster, but I see them as eyes of the most gorgeous being I have ever witnessed. Had PRIVILEGE witnessing. And while most of (normal) people would get creeped out if these pair of eyes gazed at them at any time, I personally would never feel safer than with Sephiroth watching over me, as I sleep, do anything, or just be in his presense. Just a gaze of his majestic eyes is enough to make my heart crazy and my mind dizzy and empty. And focus only on him.

No one else.

Only Sephiroth.

6. Gush about your f/o's hands!

Warning for slightly suggestive stuff hehe~ but nothing serious!

... *fshhhhh* (sound of me getting a nose bleed)

(guys im not kidding my hands started to tremble- SGDJSGUFSUYDF)

Big hand, not a nick or a single scar on that beautiful, smooth skin, pale like moonlight. He has no hair on them. Fingers slender and elegant, but not too long. He feels cold under the touch, but very soft. Purple and green veins that decorate his milky, thin skin... Others would be worried that its kind of too thin layered, and that there are so much veins visible. But I personally find it beautiful, because I have very thin skin myself, and many veins visible through my wrists, palms and knuckles. They're much bigger in size than mine, of course, He basically swallows my hands whole when he holds them🥺 (i have baby hands, im serious.). There are three lines across his left palm, two paralel, and the third slicing over them on the opposite direction. He has four on the left, all paralel.

Because Sephiroth almost always wears leather gloves, I like to slip my hands inside and just feel his skin with my finger tips... He lets me most of the time, but when he wants to break away, I don't let him, and grab his wrist closer to me😩

I adore kissing his knuckles, tips of his fingers and wrist the most. I also like biting his fingers sometimes, jokingly. And I like to trail the path of his veins when I doze off or, just bring his hand close to my face, lean into his touch, to SHOW him who I am devoted to. JUST him.

9. Gush about your f/o's tummy!

OUUUUUGGGRGRGHEHRGRGEHHRHHGFFGGFHDFG🥴😩🙈🤤😵😳...

ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT... THIN, ALMOST INVISIBLE HAPPY TRAIL STARTING FROM HIS BELLY BUTTON, UNLESS YOU COME CLOSER, and see them reflect on the dim light, as I comb my finger through it... AAJKSGDKSGSFYFSYFS- And those perfectly carved muscles, from years and years of training, sturdy at the touch... They move when I touch them, he's very sensitive to touch. (Bc my boy always experienced either a forced touch from the doctors and scientists and surgeons, or from his enemies, that had an intention to kill.) He's not ticklish, but it does make his muscles get all twitchy and stuff🥺

I like to kiss it. Litter kisses alllll around, to the sides, and below and above his belly button... Like to feel those muscles contract, answer to my touches and kisses. Listen to his sweet little sounds, saying how he loves it, how he loves me... How he wants mmmooooreeeee~ HEHEHEHEHEHEH-

*faints*

[something-tofightfor]

Hi! I was just wondering, is Fools Gold going to be a poly story? Like Oberyn will be with both Ellaria and the reader character?

Just wondering because it is tagged and now with them getting to Dorne.. I just wanted to know haha :)

Hey, anon! Thank you for sending this over, it's a great question. I'm going to answer under the cut just in case people want to be totally surprised.

It's going to be poly in the sense that Oberyn will go between Reader and Ellaria once they're in Dorne, yes. But Ellaria and Reader will never be with him at the same time, at least that I've plotted out or plan to show in the story. HOWEVER - this also isn't confirmation that Reader chooses to stay in Dorne permanently, because that's one surprise I won't spoil.

In my mind, Ellaria is a non-negotiable part of Oberyn's life, and he in hers - they're both willing and happy to let the other explore and develop relationships outside of their own, but if I were to use any term to describe O/E, it's soulmates, and cutting her out of his life for someone that he just met weeks earlier feels wrong and out of character.

With that being said - since none of this is from Oberyn's POV, I don't plan on writing smut for him and Ellaria - it's going to be implied, but won't be "onscreen".

I can also tell you that there won't be any ultimatums given by any of the three in regard to how the relationship/s play out. That feels wrong, too, and it wouldn't end well for anyone, which isn't what I want to do with this story, because the only person things should end terribly for is Cersei (as always).

I know that the poly stuff isn't for everyone, and that there are a lot of people that couldn't be with Oberyn if they knew he was still sleeping around (even only with Ellaria), so I hope that the choices I make with this/them make sense when you read it. That's one of the reasons that I've held off on Reader/Oberyn actually having sex - I felt like it needed to be an informed decision, and in the story, Oberyn drawing that line was meant to highlight that there's more to this (and the way he's thinking) than just immediate gratification like in the past.

The tags on the main masterlist do include Oberyn x Ellaria, but the chapters themselves will be updated to reflect that moving forward after she becomes a physical presense in the story.

I hope you have a great rest of your weekend, Anon!

[inafieldofdaisies]

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." please please please please for John x Sabrina?

It felt fitting for the snippet to be a continuation of this one from a while back.

Prompt from this post.

"What am I going to do with you?", John's tone revealed he was more amused than angry at the way Sabrina had dragged him underwater for a kiss when she had gotten fed up with his brother's voice and preaching. As they stepped out of the Henbane and onto the shore, she muttered quietly, "You will figure something out, I'm sure." In a couple of steps they reached Joseph and she smiled sickly sweet as she said aloud for everyone to hear, "I'm sorry. I think I slipped on the rocks, my head feels a bit strange.", and for full effect she stumbled forward a little, making John catch her. How's that for a Cleansing, "Father"? She could feel the Bliss taking over her system for real, but she was set to push through it, refusing to show actual weakness. Joseph's eyes narrowed as he stared at Sabrina through his yellow glasses, smugness written all over his face at overlooking her "Baptism". Mathias stood on the side, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, barely containing his worry. "Welcome to the family, my child.", Joseph finally announced, putting a hand on her shoulder. She stood unflinching, steeling her gaze despite her whole being wanting to step away from the touch. His tone made her feel sick. Only one person has the right to call me his child. And he's dead. And no matter how much he tried, Joseph could never be even half the man Scott Donovan was.

But for now, if it meant Savannah would be safe, she'd play the part. John cleared his throat, probably sensing how bad of an idea it would be if his brother remained too much longer in her presense. "This one was the last Sinner for tonight, brother." Rude, Jonathan. Though she knew it was all an act, keeping his distance to protect her and Savannah, pretending she's not important in any way. Joseph's stare finally moved away from Sabrina as he looked at his brother. "You did well, John.", he paused before saying, "We need to talk." The two walked away, the conversation too hushed for her to make anything out from it. "You're with me, Sinner.", Mathias joined her then, taking hold of her arm and leading her to an Eden's Gate truck. The rest of the "Sinners" had already been escorted back to the Bunker, where Joseph believed she'd go as well. Sabrina climbed in the back as Mathias took a seat behind the wheel, but didn't start the engine, instead both of them watched the Father parting ways with his brother before he entered another vehicle and left the Baptism spot, headed for his precious Compound.

It was then that John opened the door and sat down next to her, pulling her into his embrace swiftly and inhaling her scent as he buried his nose in her hair. "You smell of Bliss.", he whispered. "So do you." "Thanks to you deciding I'm in a need of a Cleansing, too." "My service is free of charge. No cult obligation." Sabrina laughed as a shiver ran through her body thanks to her soaked from the cold waters hair and clothes, the fabric sticking unpleasantly to her skin. John caught the reaction, his gaze darkening, as he muttered, "That white shirt was a bad idea." She shook her head, "Your idea. "All black is not a good color for a Cleansing, Deputy.", you said.", she mimicked his tone before adding, "And I'm wearing a top underneath. Don't be dramatic." "Still a bad idea. Mathias, pass me the jacket. And drive." The man complied, silently watching the two in the rearview mirror before staring the truck as John covered Sabrina with the jacket, despite the fact he was just as soaked. "You're going to freeze, John." She felt bad for having pulled him in at that moment, no matter how funny it was when it had happened. "What's your favorite line? Ah, "I'm fine." And I am, Deputy. Not my first time.", he retorted as he put a hand around her. A giggle escaped her, "I knew it. Someone did try to drown you, didn't they? Mathias said "not again", too." "Nothing of the sort has happened.", he tried to sound dimissive, nonchalant. "Liar.", she said in his ear, "Your hair was wet then. Oh, I was right." As Mathias drove to the ranch, she leaned her head on John's shoulder, still feeling dazed from the Bliss his men had dumped in heaps in the river.

The ride passed in a blur, the silence and vibrations of the truck must have made her drift off, because the next thing she heard was the door opening again before John gathered her in his arms. "Good night, Mathias.", he called out and the truck sped off, leaving them in the driveway of the ranch. "I can walk, you know.", she argued despite the fact she didn't feel very confident she'd be able to, when her eyes barely managed to remain open. "I've got you. Staying true to our tradition and all that.", he whispered, his breath fanning her face before he placed a kiss on her forehead. Sabrina sighed and wrapped an arm around his neck as he carried her over to the front entrance, "You weren't joking about the Bliss. Fuck." "I'm… sorry. It was the only way.", his voice was conflicted. "I know." "Sooner or later, you'll understand why we're doing this.", he whispered, cautious not to wake Savannah up as he climbed the stairs to the second floor, carrying Sabrina to his bedroom. "I doubt it.", she huffed as he left her to stand by the foot of the bed and turned to close the door, "But…I don't want to argue, John." She grabbed the metal frame for support as the room spun around slightly and John was in front of her again, worry clouding his gaze. "You're a lightweight. I- I didn't think it would be that bad." "I'm fine.", she blinked, willing her head to be rid of the vertigo. He groaned, "That word. The bane of my existence. You look like you're about to drop at my feet any second." "Is this your discreet way of calling yourself drop-dead gorgeous or something, Seed?", she quirked an eyebrow. "At least your humor is still intact.", he shook his head as he reached for her shirt. "What are you doing?" "Getting you out of these clothes and into the shower, the sooner you wash it all off, the better." The shirt fell to the floor, then he kneeled down, instructing her to hold onto his shoulders as he took off her boots, her jeans followed suit and she was down to her underwear and top as he rose back up. "If you wanted to undress me, all you had to do was ask… instead of throwing me a drowning.", she joked. "Sabrina.", her muttered in a warning, taking a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry." His eyes met hers, the sincerity visible in the blue depths, "I had to do this." Sabrina erased the distance between them, grabbing his face and kissing him softly, whispering against his lips, "I know. We agreed to it."

"I'm going to shower.", she made a move towards the bathroom but his hand remained on her waist, holding her in place as his gaze ran over her. "I said I'm helping. This is for your own good, okay? Last thing I need is for you to pass out on me." "My head is a bit better, I can handle a shower.", she argued, ignoring the dizziness that still ruled over her body. John's palm found her cheek, his thumb stroking her freckled skin as he said, "Let me take care of you. It will make me feel better." He didn't wait for her response and led her to the bathroom and into the shower, turning on the water while he stood outside of the stall. "Might as well join me, Seed.", she uttered out as pulled him under the stream by his shirt, her lips meeting his before she added, "Someone has to make sure I don't lose my balance."

[queenofbaws]

so i kinda randomly decided to reread the CREEPverse fics and my friend do i have a question for you >:] in regards to ashleys supposed 6th sense it has me Pondering, do you think she did Actually have some kind of affinity for the dead Before all the mess up at the lodge but she just never realised it, OR do you think now having been possessed has opened her mind to the spirit realm and now she Cant Stop sensing ghosts presenses and seeing the hat man in the corner of her room at 3am?? btw still love the fic, still one of my faves, as i hope you well know but im not shy abt repeating it tee hee <3 hope ur doing well bud!!

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waaaaaaah, thank you ash!!! omg you're too, too kind - i stg you guys have no idea what the word "REread" does to my heart akljasdklfj you have melted me to the floor, you have

to answer your question, honestly i think..........it's honestly a bit of both!!! (that's super not a cop-out answer, nuh-uh, no way, nosiree)

when it comes to the creepiverse, i am 100% writing it from a brainspace where ashley has had some kind of latent paranormal/paranatural/what-the-fuck-ever-else you want to call it ability that just sort of...wasn't noticed until the gang made their trip to blackwood.

and so does sam!

...and so does josh.

...and...and so...so does...chris...................

i just haven't gotten to all them yet ;)c

HOWEVER!!! i am so incredibly pleased to share a single little nugget morsel of a spoiler with you: the protag/pov of the next FULL-BLOWN creeps fic (not a spin-off, not a one-shot, but a whole-ass multichap in the same vein as the original) is going to be one miss ashley brown, and while we won't get TOOOOOOOO deep into this topic, it AAAAABSOLUTELY comes into play, so. there's that!

[tarotmundomonde]

Hello there !! I hope you're doing well !! May I participate in your tarot event for valentine's day ? I choose the second option "2. First boyfriend", I'm Shaima Aquarius Sun Capricorn Venus and I would love to get this reading because I'm extremely curious as I had never fallen in love or even had a cruah with anybody that I've met. I'm extremely grateful for you and thank you so much if you decide to do my reading !!!💞

Hello Shaima, let's see!

Season, when you'll meet= Spring Season, when you'll start dating= Summer Elements/Signs that came in the reading= water signs, fire signs, earth signs, libra, aquarius Your first boyfriend as a boyfriend seems to be someone with traditional values. They like to celebrate life, so dates are important to them. They want to celebrate the birthdays, Christmas and so on. This person loves attention and compliments. They want to go on dates with you, they want to learn about your preferences and favourites. They like to talk about the mundane things and about the everyday life. This person is a very direct person with a strong sense of pride. They do want to get praised by you. So this person will listen to what you say. For them balance and equality is important in a relationship. And they want you to be direct with them. Your first boyfriend will have a strong presense. They are very self-confident and for them the personality matters. They want you both to feel noticed, to feel important. They want you both to put equal effort into this connection and presense is important. They would rather see you in person than chat online or talk on the phone. For them it's important to be able to be yourself and not pretend. They also enjoy stillness, silence, to just be and look at each other in the eyes. Overall, balance is important to them. They bring you much joy and delight in every way. They are much fun to be around. As a boyfriend they want both material and spiritual balance. They want to do well, because they want to feel victorious and they want your full attention. It's about their pride. And you'll find them very attractive, so you might yourself experience a sense of pride and being proud and victory. They'll make sure that if you talk about them, you have nothing but good to say about them. That's what they are like, you'll feel like and you'll think they are quite special. And one more thing is tension. If something is off, you can tell right away, because their energy is strong. That's what it looks like.

[iconoclast-infidels]

"Soooooooooooooo against everything I wanted to do. Of course I wanted to come running." He groaned agreeing with everything he said. "I wanted to demand all sorts of shit. I just... yeah. At least I'm getting brownie points now for holding out attempting to respect boundaries?" He gave that some thought. "Yeah, actually that helps. Thanks for saying so. I really did think I was doing the right thing by you. I was trying to give you your space. Space. You. You like space." He spoke a little haunted.

He gave a sigh thinking of how it all played out. It might have sucked but really what was there to do about it now? Wine forever? Bitch and moan? That wasn't Nico's way either. He might need a moment to process or blow off steam sometimes, but he's not that guy. He's a guy with goals, and standards of his own kind. Dmitry's seen it. He doesn't lower them for anyone though they may not be typical. He's been perched and positioned ready to walk before and they'd worked it out. This time is different. He wasn't going anywhere. He never was.

History matters. Not just that, this isn't just a habit doing a habitual thing and circling back around. No. Nico was waiting. He stayed in this house. He paused all his old goals and had a new one. To wait. The old goals could resume eventually if time so decided it was fated. Everything led up to this moment for him because this was his goal. That's why he was so anxious. He not just had Dmitry's contract, and soul bound and mixed together, happenstance of their lives entwined, but he chose to vow in marriage to him. That was a promise that this halfling had taken to his core. Call him old fashioned. He didn't see it as just some paper or institution. Those could burn in Hell for all he cared. He saw it as what was promised between them and that he refused to give up on. His mind refused to let go. He just had to give Dmitry enough space. His space boy just needed space. That's all. If he had faith in anything he had to have faith in that.

So he sat. All he wanted to do now was not fuck these moments up before Dmitry demanded more space. It didn't look like it was headed in that direction at all though.

Just some college kid. Nico heard him. Dmitry was trying deescalate, but the emotions were already there. The Hell Radio already far too loud. He couldn't think much beyond that. He just wanted Gary. He just wanted everything to shut up and get quiet again. He wanted to feel calm and everything felt too much. "Just some college kid" some literal nobody stole all his time. Just the thought of some random nobody being allowed to enjoy Dmitry's presense and probably didn't appreciate one moment of it as he should have all while Nico was being starved of him. The pain in his chest only got sharper at the way Dmitry brushed the kid off because that was the point, Dmitry didn't see how special his time was, his very presense of being was.

Access. Just some college kid had access and someone he's supposed to call husband did not. The volume of Hell's screams and these thoughts were making him completely nauseated. He wanted to scream himself.

Luckily, the song came on and started to calm things down little by little.

When Dmitry finally spoke in the whispers, he nodded at the second whisper and stared at their hands together in an attempt to say yes, but verbalized nothing yet. He gets so stuck in these moments. He knows it's one of his biggest weaknesses. It has a way of bringing him down a few notches if he's derailing. Other times it can send him on a rampage. This was more of a derail.

Another nod for yes. He did see why Dmitry liked the song. Listening to him talk about it helped as it kept going. He about couldn't take it all at this point though. Those hands weren't enough. The four years coming to this abrupt end and trying to keep any guard up, apologies, brownie points, the feeling of them like time never lapsed while the agony of every day was still a memory tattooed in his soul, the thoughts of those four years and what he missed of his lover, the derail after the screams from Hell for help again, he had to lean in.

While Dmitry spoke he leaned against him and settled back down for a bit. An alleviation of all discomfort came out of his sigh as he curled in. That was a warmth he recognized. The whispers he could handle. He loved Dmitry actually explained music. Not everyone bothered to share their interpretations and that's what made him precious to Nico, a click. Nico only clicked with people willing to let him in like that.

Manic. Dmitry manic. Even that made Nico cry. All he could think of is how he missed it, but it would still make him smile against him because he was hearing it now. He was starting to realize what he was going to need in all this no matter how much it hurt him.

He lifted his head. There'd be something almost desperate in his eyes in response.

"Yeah. I do. I want to know. I want to know everything."

Then he looked down at his phone to actually read the journal reply as Dmitry suggested after wiping his face once to see better.

Finally he managed his voice quite soft. "Dexter. Me too." A soft chuckle. "Never get enough of Dexter." He glanced up at Dmitry.

Art. "Dead things. You.... same." Another gentle grin. It would remain.

He pointed his black painted but worn out nail at the word graveyards. "Same."

But, what really got him was Christmas.

"Second Christmas is coming, Fievel." He didn't want to spend another Second Christmas alone. He laughed through a sappy thought.

"I'm calling you Fievel, but I feel like him. Just thinking of you watching the Dexter the psychopath episodes as me somewhere out there just like Fievel felt better thinking of his family seeing the same stars as he sang Somewhere Out There. I feel better. That's our Fievel moment, baby. I think I can breathe now. I think I'll be okay." He finally answered from way earlier. He heard it along with how were the moms. He still wanted to go get Gary. He didn't stop leaning though. He wanted a moment longer to soak it all in.

@nyantry

Dmitry ignored Nico's eyeroll about the comment regarding the ring. Nico had his ways, Dmitry knew. Nico's ways were not conducive to the kind of survival he needed during their time apart - to not draw attention to himself, to keep himself out of danger, to keep himself safe. He had to care for Lisbeth and for Gary. He had to care for himself, to keep himself alive. He had to be able to suffer in peace. Getting prejudice and the law on him was not conducive to all that, as much as he also agreed with Nico that it was stupid to be restricted like that. That was why he had avoided telling the truth in Russia while he'd been there.

Nico summarized Dmitry's pride and fear of returning, and how weird the expectation was to just randomly hope Nico would show up without notice. Yeah, when he put it that way... Sure. "I don't think... I didn't really consciously expect you to read my mind somehow, but I guess that's what I did, yeah. I'm sorry,"  he apologized sincerely, genuinely feeling like crap about the whole situation. "For what it's worth... It means a lot to me that you actually did respect me like that. I know that kinda thing, waiting, is against what you normally would do, and I know you waited anyway because it's me. That means the world to me," he noted, too. He didn't really want Nico to go on a self-destructive spiel there, but also, Nico was going to do that anyway he figured, and it was better if he didn't do it alone - if only so Dmitry could be there for him.

And just like that, Nico was getting up, ready to go fetch Gary and... deal? with the shit housemate? "He's just some college kid," Dmitry started to explain, about to say that it wasn't really even worth Nico's attention - the guy sucked, but he also did keep to himself, which was what Dmitry had needed. He'd never hurt Lisbeth either, and Dmitry had specifically kept Gary away from the city, out by the water where he'd be safe and have food to hunt. And of course, he checked on Gary constantly, not daring to actually abandon the penguin like that. He couldn't.

But before Dmitry even got the chance to formulate the whole thought and verbalize it, Nico went off getting overwhelmed. Dmitry recognized that, knowing full well how the Hell Radio attacks looked, how it felt through their soul connection. "Nico," he whispered, but there was really not much he could do. He gave Nico a moment to collect himself, knowing that adding to what Nico was experiencing would be too much at once for anyone, even the halfling. He had patience for that, even though he wanted nothing more than to grab Nico and hold him tight, safe, in a cage of his arms and wings so no one could get to Nico.

But then, he heard it too. Constance. It was one of the songs he'd sent to Nico on the journal update, and out of the three, it was the most important one to him. He was a little surprised to hear it suddenly. It must have come from the post, right? There was no way, Nico hadn't intentionally put that on, it just played by accident. Yeah, it must have been the post then.

Dmitry stood up slowly, watching Nico carefully. He didn't want to approach the guy too soon; he'd wait until Nico was calm enough. He reached for Nico's hands as the song came to an end and looked up at him. "You okay?" he asked in a whisper, wanting to make sure to keep Nico's attention. "I can talk to you like this if you prefer. Or like this," he offered. If there was anything he could do to help avoid the intense attacks, even if just for a while, he wanted to. It would happen inevitably, but the conversation was important and he didn't want Nico to suffer multiple things at once if possible.

Regardless of Nico's answer, he'd use the selected method to continue speaking to him. "You see why I like the song? It's quiet, but it hurts just right. You should hear the regular version, it's earthshattering. One of the other songs, Espresso, I was manic, could not get that out of my head for two weeks, I swear. Worst earworm ever."

"Figured I'd include that, you'd want to know. Then that last one... I'll admit, I don't really get the lyrics entirely? It's something sad, angry, I guess, but it sounds right yknow? Like, sad enough to feel feelings to. Something like that."

Then he smiled. "Go ahead, read what I wrote. I assume you've been wanting to this whole time."

[ @iconoclast-infidels ]

[rosepetalmark]

[9:27pm]

↬ mark lee x reader ↬1.1k words ↬ genre: smut (mentions of sex), fluff ↬your first time with your boyfriend doesn’t go exactly as planned

“I don’t know what to do,” he whines, awkwardly staring into your pleading eyes. 

“well neither do i!” you shout, sinking yourself further into mark’s bed, hoping you’d somehow slip deeply into his navy blue spider-man sheets  and fall into another dimension so you could escape this awkward situation and forget it ever happened. 

unfortunately, you know that won’t ever happen, because you’re stuck in real life and not a cheesy disney movie you used to watch religiously as a kid. you’re here, with mark, sitting ever so close to one another yet feeling so far away, simply because you were so invested in one another and ripped away each other’s clothing too fast before you could even think, forgetting the fact that you’re both inexperienced virgins. 

the most you’ve ever done was heavily make out. 

it’s not as if you don’t want to have sex with him,  it’s just that neither of you know what to do- resulting in confusion and embarrassment to take over the rush of lust you just had. and you’re enjoying your relationship with mark with or without sex- you’re just ecstatic to be in his presense. you both just got a little too carried away, forgetting that you’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before with each other, let alone other people. 

the thought of sex was entirely new to the both of you, causing a wave of anxiety to waver over your boyfriend whenever the opportunity potentially arose. 

“will you break up with me if my dick’s too small for your liking?” he pouts, his forehead crinkling with wrinkles at the fear of you not wanting him anymore based on the size of his genitalia. 

“now why would I do that? If your farts haven’t driven me away nothing will.”

“what if I break my dick? will I need a cast? oh my god why do these questions never come up in health class? All they say is use a condom and don’t get anyone pregnant!”

“mark.” you whine, quite confused at how absurd he’s being. he’s a guy for christ’s sake, weren’t they all horny and allegedly aware of how sex happens? 

“it happened on grey’s anatomy! remember when lexie and sloan were hooking up in the on-call room and then bam! she broke his dick.” he pouts, worry spreading all over his face. “I don’t want to break my dick, that seems so painful. and embarrassing!”

ah yes, the infamous dick breaking scene. considering neither of you know how riding a dick works or haven’t experienced it, you highly doubt that would happen during your first time with your boyfriend. but you won’t let such an improbable instance stop you from comforting mark, because clearly he’s distressed and in need of reassurance. 

“baby it’s okay if you don’t want to do this. I'm not going anywhere and if it causes you so much anxiety maybe we should wait.” you console him, wanting to take all the pressure off him if it were even possible, because when mark gets worked up it takes a long time to calm him down.

smirking, you gently bring your hand to his soft flushed face. “and besides, i promise you’re not going to end up with a broken penis.” 

sighing, he raises his eyebrows and gives you a cold stare. “they didn’t expect it to happen on greys and it did. and they’re lucky they worked in a hospital and could fix it quickly because in my case it’ll take more than 5 minutes to get to one.”

rolling your eyes, you switch your position on his bed from laying down beside him, to plopping your body on his thighs, straddling him as he continues to babble about his concerns over a potential broken dick, stroking the hair on his forehead to ease him of his worries. “well, if it does break we can always use a popsicle stick and tape as a makeshift cast before we head to the hospital.”

thank you grey’s anatomy for ingraining something so graphic and uncommon in your boyfriend's brain. 

“babyyyy.” he pleads, rolling his eyes as the words leave your mouth. “oh my god do you know how embarrassing that would be if it happens? i’ll never be able to have sex again. oh my god babe we haven’t even had sex and now i think i want to stay a virgin the rest of my life.” 

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, tears beginning to stream down your face at the worry mark was expressing.  it’s not that you were making fun of his concerns per say- just the fact that the scenarios he was pitching were so far fetched and highly unlikely to occur. 

caressing his face, you can’t help but pout at his concerned stare.

“you’re literally the cutest.”

“now is not the time to be calling me cute. i’m panicking.”

“about me breaking your dick?” you chuckle, gazing up at his widened orbs, the worry in his heart causing them to gloss over beautifully.

“yes!”

“well if we’re doing missionary then you just shove your dick in and out of me repeatedly. and besides, wouldn’t it be adorable if out of everyone in the world to possibly break their penises during sex, it’s us?” you joke, trying your best to ease the tension in the room.

“you’re the worst, you know that?” he groans, placing his chin in the crook of your neck as he holds your body tightly. 

“if i’m the worst i probably would’ve made a tik tok right now explaining this situation which possibly could’ve gone viral, but i’m here giving you hugs and kisses trying to ease your concerns.”

chuckling, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and stares into your delicate eyes. “would you actually tell people about this?”

“mark, my love.” you began to say, running your soft fingers against his sharp jawline, drawing small circles along his face and neck as you admired his delicate presence. “I would never air out any of our fights or concerns to anyone, let alone random strangers on the internet. your concerns are valid and i’m here to help you through them, not to make you feel bad.”

“i love you.” he whispers, kissing your forehead as you begin to melt into  his embrace, hugging your body tighter into his. “you always make me feel better. hopefully some time in the future i’ll be mentally ready for all this, but as for right now i’m content with making out with you and playing with your boobs if that’s okay?”

“only you would ask to play with my boobs in a situation like this you weirdo.” you laugh, melting at how cute your boyfriend was being. he may be a man with several far fetched concerns, but he’s your man with far fetched concerns and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[lianeiva]

Out Front (III)

Jack Harlow x female!Reader

Warnings: just a steamy makeout session

Part I . Part II

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“Not gonna lie, I’m freaking out.”

“Ma, chill the fuck out, you’ll be fine. You’ll be with me.” Jack answered on the other side of the phone, his voice echoing in (y/n)’s room through the speaker.

“Exactly.”

“Ouch?”

“Sorry.” she sighed, “You know what I mean.”

Ever since Jack had invited (y/n) to be his date to the Grammys’ after party, her mind hadn’t touched any other matter. She was both excited and terrified, not knowing exactly what to expect from Jack’s world, that somehow seemed like a completely different one from hers. So, it was easy to be freaked out with the amount of pressure she was putting on herself, constantly wondering how she would fit in, who she would meet, what they would think of her and if her presense next to the Jack Harlow would be too questionable. And, of course, what to wear to at least make a good first impression, and that’s where Jack came in with Neelam’s help, who was eager and super curious to meet his new friend.

“I know, but I promise there’s nothing to worry about.” he assured, “Neelam is on her way to your place by the way.”

“Oh, nice. Thank you so much again for the dress, you really didn’t have to.”

“Don’t mention it. You should thank Neelam though, she took care of eveything.”

“Still, you offered it. So, thank you. Again.”

Jack laughed, lowkey amused with her mild panic, and there was no denying the joy he felt doing those little things for her. 

“I gotta finish getting ready myself. I’ll call you when I’m on my way to pick you and Neelam up.”

“Ok.”

“And (y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Relax, you’ll do amazing. Promise I won’t let go of you.”

(y/n) smiled and it was almost as if his words had an instant effect on her nervous system. 

“You better. Alright, see ya.”

Not long after, her doorbell rang and a very smiley Neelam walked through (y/n)‘s apartment door with a garment bag over her shoulder. The two women greeted each other enthusiastically and Neelam couldn’t stop gushing about how Jack would never shut up about her, which made (y/n) make a mental note to tease the boy about it later. 

“So, Jack said you preferred simpler stuff, so this is what I got you.” Neelam unzipped the bag, revealing a glittery black fabric underneath, “I hope you like it. I think it suits you.” she took the dress off the bag by the hanger and showed it to (y/n). 

“I love it.” (y/n) said while observing the dress. Her tone was calm but the stunned look on her face was enough for Neelam to know she had nailed her choice. 

“Let’s get you ready then. I’ll never hear the end of it if you get there late.”

..

The club hosting the Grammys’ after party was filling up quickly, some people already on the dance floor getting the party started. Jack, on the other hand, was impatiently waiting for his date outside.

“Bro, chill, they still have ten minutes to get here.” Urban tried to calm his friend.

“I know, but I don’t want (y/n) to get lost in case they get here earlier.”

Urban chuckled, amused with Jack’s concern for the girl, whose name has been the topic of most of their conversations lately and he couldn’t get enough of teasing him about their friendship.

“She’s with Neelam, chill out.”

Not even a minute later, a car pulled up in front of them and the driver got out to open the door for the two awaited women. Jack sighed in both relief and anticipation for seeing (y/n), to say he couldn’t wait to see her in whatever dress Neelam picked was an understatement. 

Neelam got out first and quickly spotted Jack, motioning him to approach the car with a cheeky smile. She knew exactly what she had done and couldn’t wait to see Jack’s reaction to her work of art, also named (y/n). 

The girl finally stepped out of the car, her hands gripping the end of her dress afraid she would flash someone and embarrass herself before she could even get into the party, and her eyes immediately went to look for her date, but it didn’t take long to find him, seeing as he was already very close to the car and already had his hand stretched out to assist her. 

Jack’s blue eyes roaming (y/n)’s figure from head to toe didn’t go unnoticed by her, and she would have felt intimidated if it wasn’t for the fact that her own eyes were glued to his body covered by a gorgeous suit that complimented his broad shape. She accepted his hand and left out a giggle when Jack made her do a spin. 

“Goddamn, woman.” he couldn’t contain his wide smile, “You look breathtaking.” (y/n) smiled, this time more shyly.

“You can thank Neelam.”

“No, you can thank your momma.” Neelam replied with a shrug, “She made a beautiful girl.”

(y/n) laughed and thanked the woman for the compliment. A gentle tug on her hand diverted her attention back to Jack, whose eyes still haven’t left her face and his lips still worn that adorable smile. 

“And you look very handsome, Harlow.” 

“What about me?” Urban finally made himself known and greeted the women. 

“You too Urban, as always.” 

“Well, let’s get going then.” Neelam ordered, typing down on her phone, “Jack, you still have to take some pictures.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The four started to walk towards the entrance of the club where some photographers awaited the arrival of the celebrities. (y/n) noticed how Jack didn’t let go of her hand as they approached the wave of camera flashes and her heartbeat accelerated with nerves. She hadn’t experienced much of this side of Jack’s life, so the commotion to which she was about to walk in was yet to sink into her. She tugged on his hand in a call for his attention, wondering what would be the best way to tell her friend that she didn’t want to be photographed with him. Or make sure Jack really wanted to be photographed with her. 

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, his tone going from goofy to concerned really quick and (y/n) felt a bit bad for bugging him with her nonsense on such a special night.

“Do I really have to be in the pictures with you?” 

Jack stopped his walk to stand in front of her. 

“Well, you’re my date so, yeah, that would be the deal. Why? You don’t want to?”

“Would you be mad if I said I don’t?” 

Jack chuckled and pulled her for a hug.

“I wouldn’t.” he kissed the top of her head, “But what, would it be that bad to be seen with me? Afraid people will think you’re dating my ass?”

“The other way around, actually.”

“Ma.” he pulled away a few inches to look at (y/n), his hands holding her jaw to keep her eyes on his, “I’m not gonna force you out there if you don’t want to, I know how stressful it can be, but never for a second think I wouldn’t want you to be seen with me. I mean,” he stepped away a few inches, doing another check up on her body with his eyes, “ have you seen yourself?” (y/n) rolled her eyes, only to pretend her cheeks weren’t warming up, “What if I get Urban to join us?”

“Like a bestie’s photo?” (y/n) laughed.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” Jack laughed too and pulled her closer again, “But I still want a picture just the two of us. We can take care of that later though.” he winked and led her to where the photographers were already shouting his name. 

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(y/n) promised herself she wouldn’t let herself drink to the point of not standing straight on her heels, she wanted to savor every moment of that night. A Grammys after party, a fact she was still processing, with so many people she admired casually talking to her. Courtesy of Jack, who made sure (y/n) didn’t feel left out or out of place, and he lowkey loved showing all the men there that the “mystery girl in the sparkly dress” was his friend, she was with him. They didn’t have a chance. 

In between meeting new people, chatting and an occasional drink, (y/n) was proud of herself for not only still standing on her feet, but for keeping up with the A-list people she had met and not embarrass herself like she feared before. She was also thankful that Jack hadn’t left her side and there was no denying the butterflies in her stomach every time he would rest his hand on her waist or situate himself close behind her when some, what she assumed unwanted presence got too close to her for Jack’s liking. She liked his protectiveness and slight possessiveness, and she definitely liked having him glued to her. And that’s how they could be found on the dance floor. 

The vibe of the party had switched to a slower rhythm and the atmosphere had grown hotter. At least that’s how (y/n) and Jack felt. Urban and other people that were with them had decided to call it a night and abandoned the dance floor to go chill in the lounge area of the club, leaving the two friends alone. Or at least that’s how it felt to them, like no one else was around.

A slow and sensual song by Kehlani started playing and (y/n) let out a cheerful groan that made Jack chuckle. She started singing the lyrics like it was a seductive chanting, her body moving along to it. At first, it was just her getting lost in the song, the purple-ish lights of the place helping in that matter, but then she locked eyes with Jack, and it was as if the way he was looking at her invited her to dedicate the words to him. Jack smiled at the sight in front of him and, just like earlier, he extended his hand for (y/n) to take, once again assisting her into stepping into another unforgettable experience. 

(y/n) took the two steps necessary to be chest to chest with Jack and allowed him to guide her however he pleased. He made her arms circle his neck, while his gently and sensually pulled her right against his torso by her waist. The short space left between them was enough for them to rest their foreheads against one another. (y/n) was fighting back a smile, while Jack made the lust in his eyes evident. But he would take his time, there was no way he would rush whatever was happening with the girl, no matter how bad he wanted her. 

(y/n) rested her chin on his shoulder and took no shame in tangling her fingers in Jack’s curls, a gesture that unexpectedly spiked the boy’s lust even more. The grip on her waist tightened along with her arms around his neck, and it took everything in Jack to not squeeze the shit out of her when she started singing the lyrics right into his ear. Oh she knows what she’s doing. 

Right when he attempted to let his hands roam down to the curve where the end of her back met her ass, (y/n) turned around in his embrace, sending Jack into a dream-like state. Because there was no other way to describe the feeling that was having her completely pressed up against him, and for a second he thought about saving himself from the humiliation that would be to have his hard on poking his best friend. It was, however, a difficult task when (y/n) was grinding against him. She definitely knows what she’s doing.

Jack’s hands took freedom in roaming all over her hips, loving the feeling of her curves sliding under his needy touch. Then to her waist, where he took his time, matching his caresses with the slow part of the song. (y/n)’s head fell back on his shoulder, and at the same time Jack moved his hands to her stomach, where he pulled her even closer to his front, his head fell forward to hide in her neck, and almost as in an involuntary instinct, (y/n)’s skin was met with the softest pair of lips she had ever felt. Jack’s mouth was hot and the trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses he was leaving from her neck to the back of her ear was driving her crazy. He nibbled on her earlobe a few times before tracing his way back to her shoulder. 

(y/n)’s hands rested on top of Jack’s for lack of better places to put them, because she forgot she was still at the club for a second, with people around them. She turned back around, hoping Jack had the same back to reality epiphany, but all she saw was lust. Need. And she didn’t blame him, because oh if we weren’t in public. 

Jack smiled at (y/n) as she put her arms back around his neck. The tension between them was too heavy and too palpable now that he could see the lust in her eyes too. His hands roamed down her back once again, teasingly resting over the top of her ass cheeks and it was (y/n)s turn to introduce her lips to his skin, taking her time in her trails along his neck. 

At that point, Jack’s breathing was growing as intense as the tension and he no longer cared that they were in public. People were too drunk and too immersed in their business to care anyway. 

He started to mimic her gestures, only to take a different path with his kisses and travel up to her jaw, chin and the corner of her mouth. They spent a few seconds like that, embraced and glued to each other, both having a hard time breathing calmly, eager to see who would cave first and make the move. A slight move of the head was all it would take. So Jack did it. 

He covered his mouth with hers and, to his surprise but certainly a very pleasant one, she parted her lips almost immediately to mold with his and it didn’t take long for him to part her lips even more with his tongue. Both tightened their grips around each other when their tongues met and Jack couldn’t remember the last time he had to control himself so much to not full on grab the girl’s ass. He wanted to feel her as much as possible, but he had to content himself with the tight dress hugging her body perfectly for him to imagine what really was underneath it. But Jack didn’t know how much longer he could go on without letting his hands roam under the dress, and with the way (y/n) was tugging at his hair and holding his jaw, he knew she was as desperate for more. 

With one last roll of his tongue before he could go breathless, he separated their mouths, gave them some time to gain composure and come to their senses, and asked the golden question.

“Can I take you home?” 

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Part 4 soon