#I had fun getting you halfway there but babe you gotta make it the rest of the way >:)

[80yearoldmanmoodboard]

I hope you don’t mind if I add a little more here friend

About a week after Davy first moved in, Micky had dragged him out to a club—not that Davy was complaining, even taken he liked the club scene—on the sunset strip. Micky had brought him there to ‘socialize’ with an up and coming girl-band which Davy thought was a bit funny. “I’m sorry Miss, might have better luck with another bloke.” Davy said politely when the singer for the girl-band made advances on him.

“You’re letting a hot piece like her go? You’re either crazy or taken, man!” Micky teased and Davy laughed. A humorous joke from a funny man, of course Davy was taken. He’d been dating Mike almost the entire time Micky knew him.

Amusing as it was the first time, after enough propositions Davy had had enough. He pushed through the girls and over to Micky, irritated by how often his solo-dancing was interrupted “Micky, can we head back to the pad?”

“What? Why? Aren’t you having fun?”

“Clubs got a nice atmosphere but these birds won’t quit flockin’ and it’s gettin’ on my nerves” Davy admitted, visibly uncomfortable when he noticed another girl from across the club staring at him.

“Jeez Dave, denying all these chicks, you got a girlfriend or something?” Davy laughed. Micky, always making joke. He loosened up but, still determined to go, cocked his head to the side, gesturing to the door. “Yeah alright Davy, we can go.” The pair snuck out and went home, Micky only realizing how tired he was when he dropped onto his bed and Davy stayed with Mike and Peter in the living room for a while.

“Mike,” Davy started later that evening when the two were alone on the couch together, “did we ever tell the fellas we’re together?” Davy was sitting on Mikes lap, snuggled up in his arms while some late night television show drooled on in the background. It was some boring talk show Davy and Mike pretended to really like to spend some alone time together in the evening.

Mike thought on Davys question. “No…” They’d never tried to hide their relationship in front of Micky and Peter, Davy and Mike might not have kissed in front of them but the pair just didn’t kiss in front of others terribly frequently. But Mike and Davy were pretty obvious, so they’d have to know. “I don’t think that’s a problem though sugar, we ain’t exactly subtle with it.” Mike pulled his boyfriend closer to him, kissing his cheek and resting his tired head on Davys shoulder.

After a big yawn Davy said, “I’m goin’ta bed.” He wriggled out of mikes arms and stood, starting to walk to his and Peter’s room.

Holy shit. His and Peter’s room.

“Mike they don’t know.” Davy turned quickly, suddenly feeling energized and walking back over to Mike.

“How could they not know?” Mike said and then he thought about how Micky kept badgering him about Davy’s musical talent. Testing him out on songs during practice and god damnit, “they don’t know.” Mike sighed and laid back on the couch.

Davy and Mike tried, unsuccessfully, for three whole days to tell Micky and Peter they were together. Trying to get them both to slow down long enough to listen without making it sound like either were in trouble was very difficult because they kept doing stupid things and getting in trouble. Micky used the nice glassware for one of his ungodly experiments, Peter fell for another grifters scheme and they had to save him which really didn’t pie nicely with telling your friends you’re dating.

So after 3 incredibly obnoxious days Mike and Davy gave up on their attempts to tell their friends. “Just let them figure it out.” Davy said, exhausted from the last days adventures. “I wonder how long it’ll take ‘em”

“I bet they’ll catch on quick,” Mike grinned at Davy and pulled him into a hug from behind, kissing his neck and making a trail up to his cheek, “cause I just can’t keep my hands off you lover boy!” Davy giggled, kicking his feet in the air encouraging Mike to pick him up and just as he did Micky walked in the room.

This would be it. This had to be it he could look at this and think they were just friends.

“Oh, hey fellas, I found a quarter on the ground and was thinking of getting myself some ice cream and then I lost the quarter some place you haven’t seen a quarter anywhere have you?” Micky asked and they both shook their heads, Mike still holding Davy. “Thanks anyway.” And Micky walked away, not even a little bit suspicious.

“I feel like maybe it’ll take a bit longer than you thought.” Davy slid down out of Mikes arms, his shirt riding up and revealing belly as his feet found the ground and he wondered over to get a drink from the tap.

When they split to go to their respective rooms they both declared the number of weeks they thought it’d take their friends to figure it out and as the time crept by they realized weeks was the wrong measurement of time when it came to betting on how oblivious their friends were.

Davy and Mike had kissed and hugged and snuggled and probably done everything imaginable besides actively fucking in front of their friends and neither Micky nor Peter put the pieces together. What kind of friends sat on top of each other watching movies? Who platonically intertwined their bodies absentmindedly after falling asleep together on the couch?

“I love you Mike,” Davy gave him a kiss, “good luck on your grocery run luv,” he kissed him again, “I’ll have the kitchen clean for you to cook when you get back.” Davy gave him one last kiss, this time for goodbye, and sent him on his way. Micky and Peter both watched. Neither even batted an eye at their exchange.

“Jesus.” Davy rolled his eyes after waiting a few moments after the door closed for a response or reaction from either of them. Nothing. Mike’s so gonna lose the bet. He thought to himself as he cleaned all the pots and pans, starting with the ones Mike expected to use and then moving on through the rest of them.

The Monkees was just Micky, Peter and Mike for a long time until Mike met Davy. He never told the guys about him (because he didnt want them to embarrass him) and Mikes always out picking up Davy and taking him on dates. Eventually Mikes ready to introduce his friends to his boyfriend but they just… don’t seem to understand

Mickys always asking Davy if he has a girlfriend and Davy (who does not yet know just how clueless these guys can be) thinks it’s a joke and goes along with it

Davy’s slowly integrated into the group then the band and then he’s asked to move in (after a heavy adult discussion with Mike about their relationship and next steps). Davy and Mike are both under the assumption they’ll share a room since… boyfriends. But Peter kidnaps Davy and begs until they can be roommates

Eventually Mike and Davy realise the others actually don’t know they’re together and bet each other how long it will take them to figure out. They don’t even attempt to hide their relationship but it seems the more coupley they act the less the others cop on

It takes them making out half naked on the couch for the others to even raise an eyebrow (“I thought you guys were just really close”)

wrote a short thing :)

“We’ve talked it over, and, well, Davy already spends so much time here anyway, so I thought ‘he might as well just move in’ and I think it’s the right next move for us and he agrees, so what do y’all think? Would you be fine if Davy moved in here with us?” Mike asked, shifting nervously on his feet as he looked down at his two best friends to see their reactions. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, it just seemed like a big deal asking his friends if his boyfriend could move in with them. What if they didn’t want Davy around that often? No, that would be silly; Davy already spent so much time hanging around the pad he practically lived there, the only difference would be that he’d be sleeping there now too.

He resisted the urge to swipe his hands against his jeans, but Davy felt his arms tense up from where his hands were wrapped around his bicep and he gave his arm a comforting squeeze.

“Yes that’s fantastic!” Peter said, with a wide, cheery grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah that’s a groovy idea. Davy is a perfect addition.” Micky chimed in.

“Oh, you think so? Thanks fellas, this means a lot, really-“

“I’m so excited I finally get to have a roommate!” Peter said as he sprung up from his seat. He latched onto Davy’s arm and started tugging him in the direction of his bedroom.

“You- what?” Davy asked as he let himself be pulled across the pad, throwing a confused look over his shoulder at Mike who stared back at him just as confound.

“It will be like a sleepover every night. And I won’t get lonely and have to bother Micky and Mike in the middle of the night anymore. We can put your bed right there and you can have these drawers in the dresser.” Peter said as he started opening drawers and moving his clothes around. Davy watched as he shuffled around the room moving stuff and reorganizing his drawers. 

“Um- Peter- you know- I was really planning to move in with Mike.” Davy said, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck as Peter stopped his hectic motions and turned to look at Davy.

“Yeah you’re moving in with Mike, Micky, and I. That’s why I’m clearing a space for you.”

“No I mean I was planning to move into Mike’s room with him.”

“But Micky already rooms with Mike it doesn’t make any sense for you to move in there too… unless, is it that you don’t want to room with me?” Peter asked staring down at Davy with the biggest, saddest eyes he’d ever seen. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

“No peter that’s not it at all. You’d be a great roommate.” 

“So you do want to room with me?” Peter asked, a relieved smile taking place of the frown. Davy swallowed down the words of rejection as he stared into Peter’s wide, hopeful eyes. He couldn’t do it; what kind of monster could make Peter feel sad and rejected when he was one of the sweetest people Davy had ever met before.

“Yeah I’ll be your roommate. It’ll be fun just like you said." Davy barely finished his sentence before he was being pulled into a hug by an enthusiastic Peter.

"When are you moving in? Oh I can't wait to help you decorate your side of the room." Peter said clasping his hands together excitedly.

"What're y'all talking about in here?" Mike asked from where he was leaned up against the door frame.

"How Davy is going to decorate his side of the room!"

"His side of the room?" Mike repeated, quirking his eyebrow at Davy who smiled back at him sheepishly.

"Err, Peter can you give me a moment alone with Mike, please?"

"Of course." Peter said as he passed by Mike who was stepping into the room.

"Why does Peter think you'll be rooming with him?" Mike asked once the door shut behind them.

"I kind of told Peter that I would."

"Why would you do that?"

"I tried to tell him I was moving in with you but he looked at me with these big sad puppy eyes and I just didn't have it in me to disappoint him. I swear I've never met someone who reminded me so much of a golden retriever before." Davy explained. Mike nodded along to the last part, having been subjected to Peter's sad puppy eyes before. He knew they were hard to fight if you weren't used to them.

"It's going to be awfully hard to take it back now." Mike said. Davy gave him a pained look.

"Oh come on Mike, it's not so bad of an idea. If I move in down here then at least we don't have to move all of Micky's stuff downstairs. And if we need some alone time I'm sure the guys won't mind switching rooms for a night." Davy said, stepping up to Mike and wrapping his arms around his waist as he fluttered his eyelashes and gave a dazzling smile. "It'll work out fine in the end." he said as he stood on his tippy toes to press a kiss to Mike's neck, then his chin, the his cheek. Mike couldn't help the smile the spread across his face, and he wrapped his arms around Davy's back as he pecked his lips in a small kiss.

"I know you just don't want to deal with a sad Peter, but the Micky thing is a good point. I really don't want to have to spend the day lugging his hundreds of trinkets and god knows what else he has under his bed down the stairs."

"Shall we go back to my place and pack up my things? Peter's already started clearing a space for me, so I think I could be all set up by the end of the day."

"Yeah, I'll meet you in the car, I'm gonna grab some boxes out of the garage for your stuff." Mike replied, pressing one more kiss to Davy's lips before they untangled themselves and headed to the door.

[wileys-russo]

Kyra cooney-cross "I don't know how you managed to make me your girlfriend" (in a funny way) london colney

kyra cooney-cross

if there was one key attribute that no one could ever deny you had, it was patience.

hell you had to in order to date kyra, the girl was like an energiser bunny on a slow day and didn't need any sort of substance to be bouncing off walls.

you'd grown up together and gone through the youth teams side by side, so overtime you'd learned exactly what it took to try and navigate being her girlfriend rather than her babysitter, though that wasn't to say there wasn't days where that line felt blurred.

today was one of those days.

with the weather outside set to storm all day the training program had been altered to mean no one needed to train outside, the flu making its way through london and a big game coming up on the weekend the the coaching staff weren't ready to take any risks.

most of you didn't mind the change, taking the opportunity for further strength training in stride.

one person who did not like the change however was kyra, whose pent up energy coupled with the shitty weather meant she was like a ticking time bomb, unpredictable and ready to go off at any second.

"ky, baby please stop that." you sighed, your girlfriend stood in front of you as you sat up on the weights bench, repeatedly punching the air in front of you, her fists mere millimeters from your nose.

"can't, i'm like rocky!" kyra puffed, making all sorts of strange noises as she continued, another sigh leaving your lips as you dropped down to your back and continued with your exercises, kyra reverting to now kicking the air.

"kyra! do your program!" kim yelled out from across the gym, the words falling on deaf ears as the captain gave up for the day, having been pushed to her very wits end by the young energetic aussie who seemed allergic to sitting still.

"ky, honey please do your weights." you sighed as you finished your reps, your girlfriend returning to her punches, again only millimetres of space between her hands and your nose.

"fine! spot me." kyra groaned as the two of you swapped, her laying down on the bench, your own program long finished as kyra wasn't even halfway through hers.

"babe, focus please." you reminded as the brunette chattered away mid chest press, the bar slipping slightly as you hurried to grab it but she assured it was fine and continued on her way.

"whats next?" you held your hand out for her program as she tossed it to you, causing you to sigh and unravel the crumpled up ball, running your finger down the list. "bicep curls." you nodded for her to grab the hand weights.

"don't need those. i'm massive!" kyra stood up on the bench and began to pose, grunting and heaving as she flexed and moved like a body builder, rolling her sleeves up as you watched on unphased.

"wonderful, bicep curls please." you held up the hand weights as the brunette dropped back down with a huff. "you're no fun sometimes you know babe, like a wet blanket." your girlfriend accepted the weights as you chuckled.

"well you have enough fun for both of us, someones gotta keep you on the right track." you gestured for her to start, the girls around you watching on in wonder at the utter patience and the fact that kyra seemed to listen, able to work through the rest of her program with minimal interruptions.

"ky maybe thats not the best idea." you warned as she moved into the other section of the gym, grabbing the ropes and starting to pull herself up. "its fine! look im like a monkey." the brunette started to make noises as she swung herself back and forth and you took a seat.

"you've got twenty on the bike and ten on the rower and you're done. can we please get it done? then you've got free time and lunch." you tried to encourage, most of the other girls long finished as your words fell on deaf ears.

"you have the patience of a saint." steph sighed pulling herself up to sit beside you as kyra continued to swing. "just the practice of one is all." you chuckled, again try to coax kyra into finishing her program but to no avail.

"kyra i really don't think thats a good idea." steph warned as the girl dropped and started to try and wrap her ankles up to hang upside down from the hoops.

"sometimes you just need to let her do something dumb, its the best way she burns off energy and learns a valuable lesson." you shrugged as steph looked to you to continue her warnings.

and sure enough, your words rang true as kyra swung about upside down.

"im the king of the castle and you're all dirty rascals! oof." with a loud thud and a grunt she fell from the ropes to the floor with a groan, wincing as the ropes all fell down on top of her to complete the accident, the girls who were left in the gym all roaring with laughter.

with a sigh you hopped down and offered her a hand up, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment as you shook your head.

"ky baby some days i really don't know how you managed to make me your girfriend."

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Gif Me Like One Of Your Camboys

Gif Me Like One Of Your Camboys

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Videoing - sexual arousal from being videoed performing sexual activities, a form of voyeurism.

Warnings: rough sex, anal sex, cream pies, implied past phone sex, sex toys, alcohol consumption, drunk texting, one spank, slight captain kink, light teasing, light size kink, bottom!reader

Relationships: Orc!Jake Jensen x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1437

A/N: Orc - They have a long history and a lot of different interpretations. They are very warrior-like, often not so pretty, and very hardy and mean. My go-to visualization and characterization falls a lot closer with WoW Orcs and their shamanic roots than LotR.

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform. I have discontinued my taglist - follow @slothspaghettilibrary to be notified of when I post new fics.

So sending your boyfriend a video of you using a new dildo while he was on a mission might have been the best thing you’d ever done. You and Jake never shied away from phone sex, hell it was practically required to have a sex life at all with how often he went on missions. But he always initiated the calls, normally when he'd gotten to a safehouse with a halfway decent reception. You barely ever sent more than a basic update to him or to have a rant about a coworker when he was away. It wasn't good to distract him when he already struggled to focus on the task at hand.

The video had been spur of the moment. You treated yourself to a new toy to have some fun while he was away. The dildo had been great, a bit smaller than Jake, but oh so satisfying after a long week at work and no giant arms to hug away the stress. You stripped down on a Friday night, popped a bottle of wine, and went to town. The whole point was making yourself feel good, but after that second glass and edging for almost 30 minutes, the neediness took over. You could see how you looked in the mirror in your bedroom, could feel how loose and slick you were. It was so easy just propping up your phone and taking a quick video. Tipsy you thought it had been a great idea, in fact. You giggled about it for the rest of the night, making sure to send Jake a cheeky photo when you finally allowed yourself to cum. That had been during his last mission and the only communication you got back from him was a string of banana and donut emojis.

Now though, with your ass up in the air and arms held behind your back while Jake fucked you, you realized what those emojis really meant. And that video had to be one of your best ideas.

“Fuck,” he growled, grinding his thick cock into your ass. “Look so good on camera, babe, my fuckin’ dirty boy.”

“Jake,” you drew out his name, the vowels pulling into a moan as he found that sweet spot.

“Say my name, sweetheart, c’mon for the camera. Gonna watch this every night when I’m away.”

You whimpered, cock aching between your legs where it remained untouched and leaking precum. God, you loved him. Jake was a master at many things - cracking computer systems, D&D, cat facts - but god did he know how to push your buttons just right. He carefully toed the line of teasing and praise, knew how much you could take, and still liked to push the line. His hand moved from where they were holding your forearms in place to covering half of your ass. He squeezed it hard enough to leave a mark, the skin tingling and aching enough to have you pushing your hips back, trying to get him to start fucking you again.

“Whatsa matter? I thought you liked edgin’.” He slapped your ass, the crack of his palm on your flesh burning and echoing around the bedroom. “S’my needy boy want something? All you gotta do is ask.”

His massive frame suddenly bent over you, crushing and jostling you on the bed. Jake pressed his face against yours, glasses and tusk scraping your tear-soaked cheek. You had to blink away tears to see that he had brought his phone with him. The video still being recorded, his stupid big face grinning like a Cheshire cat while you drooled all over your pillow. You looked at your face, groaning deep in your chest as Jake kept grinding into you, kept trying to bury his dick in you. Sweat glistened on your forehead, tears stained your cheeks, your eyes were glassy, your lips slick with spit. You were well and truly fucked and loving every minute of it.

But you needed to cum.

You looked at the time stamp on the video, the little white numbers on the red bar just kept going up and up. How had it been only 15 minutes? It felt like Jake had been trying to split you in half for at least an hour. Your knees ached, your back was sore. It had only been 15 minutes.

“Captain…” you said, gritting your teeth to keep the whine from your voice. Jake’s eyes were so clear in the video you could see them dilate when you said it. “Fuck me please, wanna be full of you, wanna cum on your fat cock.”

Just because two can play the teasing game, you stuck out your bottom lip to pout into the camera. His head dropped down onto the sheets as he moaned, his hips stalling for a moment. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and down your back a moment later though, a mischievous glint in his eyes when he kissed your temple.

“You wanna be full, babe? Need orc cum dripping outta your ass to stop being a fuckin’ tease while I’m away?” He pulled away from you, a shiver coursing down your spine at the loss of his body heat. “Then I’ll give you what you want. No take backs.”

“Ja-”

His name was cut off when he nearly pulled out of you, a weak gasp taking over your voice. Jake didn’t give you any time to think, he plunged his cock into you, lewd squelch of lube and skin slapping against wet skin making you quiver. Your fists dug into the sheets. The bed shook with each thrust of his hips. Every time you thought he’d gone as deep as he could go, he pushed harder and faster, until it felt like you were choking on his dick and not just being railed into next Tuesday.

“Fuck look at your ass shaking for the camera. Like you were fucking made for this.”

“Shi-t,” You whimpered, hand shooting back to grab onto Jake's wrist, anything to keep you from flying off the bed. Your fingers were barely able to wrap around it. Such a simple thought, but it made your head swim. “Jake, I’m so close, please.”

Before you could even move your hand between your legs, he’s flipping you. Your legs were hauled up against his wide chest, the hand not clutching his phone for dear life gripped your cock. He stroked you in time with his thrust, big hand and thick fingers practically consuming your dick. You threw your head back. Every part of you drew up tight, your skin erupting in goosebumps and your mouth falling open. But you didn’t close your eyes, you kept them trained on the camera the best you could.

It’s overwhelming, knowing that Jake was going to watch this later. You don't know when or where, but you know it will happen in a few days, a week, a month if you were really lucky, but he’d use this video. Watch you get absolutely wrecked in the comfort of your shared bed when he was probably in the middle of a jungle… or Miami. But he wanted to take this part of you with him, wanted to remember this part of you for as long as he could, something only for him to see.

“Jake!” You shouted, hole clenching and cum shooting across your belly. “Fuck, fuck, I fucking love you.”

His hips stuttered, a growl ripping through his chest as came. Hot spurts of him painted your insides, filling you to the brim until it almost hurt. You snatched the phone from his hand, stopping the video before you tossed it across the bed. Your hands wove into his short hair and pulled him down until your lips crashed against his. Jake kissed you like it was his dying wish; soft and demanding and full of some passion. His soft lips moved across your face, your neck, tusk scratching at your skin just enough to tickle.

“I love you, too. Just for the record.” He smiled down at you, face a shade of darker green as a flush crept across his cheeks. You let Jake keep moving you around, limbs too tired to listen to your orders. When he pulled his cock out, your abused hole fluttered at the emptiness, cum dripping onto the sheets. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn picture, babe, maybe a gif. What’s better than that? I could watch this forever.”

“Mmmmnnnnn.” You moaned at the sticky feeling, a sly smirk stretching across your face. “Not on video so I guess you’ll have to try again to get that money shot, Captain.”

[football-writing]

Jack Grealish - real smooth

Note: I haven't seen the david and liza vid that this request was based on, and I have the attention span of fresh gravy so I didn't watch it either lmao. But I had a bit of an idea in mind for this more like Mason's fifa forfeit vid with Chunkz (let's be honest that vid was hilarious I still watch it sometimes for laughs lmao) anyway I hope that's okay. Also this features other players too bc why not

Warnings: contains some curse words probably, slight mentions of sexy times at the end, also I have no idea how waxing actually works as my only knowledge comes from that Mason vid so,, this is probably not accurate sorry xoxo

Hope you enjoy babes x

It wasn't unusual for Jack to invite some of his friends over whenever he had a day off. In fact, his days off were usually spend either with you or with his friends, most often opting for eating out with you before getting back and playing fifa with the boys for well past midnight. Today was no different. You had occupied yourself with a book and and cup of tea in your shared bedroom, while Jack was downstairs with his friends playing fifa. Their yelling and laughter could be heard even from behind the closed bedroom door. Not that it bothered you too much: as long as they were having fun and cleaning up after themselves once they left, it was fine by you.

However, it surprised you to hear footsteps coming up to the stairs, then down the hallway to your room. They had everything they needed downstairs, and never before had they bothered you upstairs, so why would they now?

A knock sounded on your bedroom door and you yelled out a quick 'yeah' as you closed your book and sat up on the bed, curious as to what it was they needed.

"Hey angel." Jack said as his head popped through the door before making his way into your bedroom, sitting down defeatedly onto the edge of your bed. He had a slight pout on his face, and bit his bottom lip nervously as he looked at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Please tell me you didn't break anything down there." You said, a stern look plastered on your face.

"No, no, it's nothing like that. It's just- uhm." He hesitated as he looked down, playing with the hem of his shirt instead of maintaining eye contact with you. Worry took over your features. What was he up to now?

"We were playing fifa forfeit, right. And Ben said I had to wax my legs if I lost-"

"Oh my god, Jack!" A releaved sigh left her lips. It was never gonna be anything serious with these boys anyway. She should've known better. "Did you lose, though? Please tell me you did."

He only nodded in response, and she let out a squeel as she fell back on the bed.

"That's hilarious, I was worried there for a second, but this is great."

"Don't get too excited. The boys asked if I'd ask you if you had any wax. But I just came up here to chat for a bit and then I'll go back down saying you didn't."

"Now, why would you do that?" She said as she looked at him with raised brows, challenging him.

"You know, I actually do have some strips left, I'd be more than happy to wax your legs. Besides, a bet is a bet, Jack. You can't just back down now." She smiled thriumphantly and he groaned in response.

"Why won't you just have my back with this?"

"Oh, I can wax your back too, no problem."

"Not what I meant sweetheart."

"I know." She smiled cheekily as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, before telling him she'd be downstairs in a bit with all the necessities to wax his legs.

"Hey boys!" She hollered as she rushed down the stairs with her wax kit, the boys looking up at her. Jack was already sitting on the chaise longue with his legs up. His shorts ridden up a bit more than usual to expose his muscular thighs. The others sitting next to him on the couch, ready for the action that was about to unfold.

"Ready, babe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she sat down her kit.

"Oh I sure am!" Ben replied with a big boyish smile on his face.

"I'm sure you are, Ben." She chuckled as she ruffled his hair. He'd usually have it gelled back whenever he had a game, but kept it natural and curly when he came around theirs. It was her favourite look of his, perhaps partly because she could mess with his hair more easily.

"I remember when I had this done, hurts like hell. Good luck bro!" Mason interjected, patting Jack's shoulder in mock-sympathy.

"Yeah, I cannot wait to see you cry like a baby. I love you for coming up with this, Ben."

"Babe!" He whined. "You're supposed to support me here."

"Well I am supporting you, I'm the one waxing you. Trust me, you do not want to have this done by someone who has no idea what they're doing." You said as you warmed up a few strips of wax between your hands.

"Seconded." Declan replied with a serious face. Everyone looked at him in confusion; he had never told them about getting waxed before, but it sounded like an intriguing story.

"I'm not even gonna ask, mate." Jack said. Horror stories would not make this experience any more bearable for him. It left Dec pretending to be upset, eager to tell the - no doubt ridiculous - story.

"Alright, I'm gonna get these on." You interrupted their banter, tearing the strip to reveal the sticky substance underneath.

She put the strips on his leg as the boys chatted away. Just as she was putting the fourth strip on, Jack swatted her hand away.

"You have to put all those on?" He questioned her.

"Well the forfeit did say 'legs'. As in, both legs. Completely." Declan argued.

"I did say that. But that's a bit too harsh innit?"

"Yeah, there's already three strips on now, let's see how he gets through those first." Mason offered.

"Will hurt like hell with that much hair." Declan hit Jack's leg for emphasis.

"No doubt." You laughed as you smoothed out the strips once more.

"Ready, Jack?" You asked as you hold the edge of one of the strips, ready to pull it off.

"Wait, wait I gotta film this!" Declan was quick to exclaim as he took out his phone, much to Jack's dismay, who had his hands in front of his face as he waits for the inevitable pain of ripping off the strips.

"Alright, 3. 2. 1!" The boys count down in unison as you rip off the first strip.

"Jesus, Y/N!" An array of curses leave Jack's mouth as he yelps, gripping his leg in pain, his eyes wide with shock. Clearly he had underestimated how much this was really going to hurt, which has all of you rolling over with laughter. Mason is gripping his stomach as he's sitting on the floor, barely able to breathe between his giggles. You're trying to ease Jack's mind and soothingly rub the sensitive skin on his leg, but you're shaking too much from the laughter leaving your lips.

"Oh my lord, and look at the hair that's come off!" Declan hollers as he takes a step closer to properly film the strip that was, indeed, covered in Jack's leg hair. You held it up for the camera as you shrieked at the sheer amount of hair. It's like a lion's mane got glued on the strip.

"Jeez, Jack, you hairy lad." Declan laughs, which earns a grumble from dissatisfied boy. You're pretty sure if Dec wasn't responsible for filming the whole ordeal, he'd be on the ground just as Mason was.

"Oi, what are you crying for, mate? I'm the one in pain here." Jack points a finger accusingly at Ben, and when you turn around you see he has tears in his eyes, breathing coming out in desperate gasps as he shakes his head no, signalling he can't take any more of this banter. It seemed like everyone had at least slightly calmed down, but looking at Ben made everyone burst out in laughter yet again. Mason had tears streaming down his face now too, and you're sure he might piss his pants if he laughs any louder. It even makes Jack chuckle.

"Just get it over with, alright. I don't wanna be in pain any longer." Jack asks you nonetheless, guiding your hand to one of the other strips.

"It can't be that bad." Ben's voice is higher than usual from his earlier laughing fit, but he's wiping the tears from his eyes as he seems to have calmed down considerably. Mason can only nod in confirmation, still unable to form words without giggling.

"I have no problem waxing you lot too, babes." You smile up cheekily at them, which results in loud protests from the boys.

"Now that I would love to see." Jack replies, before looking down at his leg and rubbing the spot that was now rid of any hairs. "Perhaps this would be funnier if there weren't two other strips on me leg." He sighed in despair, staring at his leg with sad eyes. It made you chuckle, but seeing Jack's stern look dericted at you, you quickly focused on the task at hand.

"Alright, next one Jack."

"Lord have mercy."

The next strips don't have any other effect than the first one. It sends all of you rolling on the floor laughing, and Jack with tears in his eyes and red skin on his leg. Dec leaves the room at one point because he genuinely can't breathe, and Mason has to sprint to the bathroom, like you predicted. Meanwhile your hands get shakier and shakier from laughing, and you can barely see what you're doing due to the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Jack's decided to rip the last strip off himself, and you're shrieking with laughter as he pulls at it but chickens out from the pain, resulting in it only coming off halfway. When it is finally off, and all the hairy strips are disposed of, everyone slowly but certainly calms down. You're getting some lotion from upstairs to soothe the stinging, and when Ben orders pizza, it all seems long gone.

Yet when you're watching tv, and Mason steals a sneaky glance at Dec, the both can't help but try - and fail - to surpress their giggles.

It's how the rest of the night continued until the three other boys finally left in the late hours of the night.

"I'll clean, love. Get in bed and I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" Jack's offering once they're gone, and you're accepting gratefully as you kiss his cheek. The night was fun, but the laughing fits had you beyond tired.

So when Jack slips into bed next to you, you're already in bed with your eyes closed, dozing off.

"Hey, babe."

"Hm?" You mumble as you open your eyes at Jack's whisper.

"Wanna feel my leg?" He asks, but he's already draping his freshly waxed leg over your legs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You've known the guy long enough to know that he won't stop bothering you if you decline, and the request makes you think of the many times you've asked him to feel your legs after - finally - shaving them again.

So you decide to humour him and softly carress his smooth leg.

"Feels pretty good, huh?" His voice cocky as he questions you.

"Sure, real smooth Jack."

"Wanna have sex with a sexy smooth beast like that?"

You snort loudly at his inappropriate request, shoving his leg off of you in a joking manner.

"Oh come on, don't tell me I went through all that for nothing!" He exclaims in agony.

"No, you went through all that because you suck at Fifa." You deadpan as you grin at him.

His eyes are darker as he watches you intently, and the knowing smirk on your face makes you apprehensive of what he's up to now. He's moving closer, hovering over you and effectively trapping you as his muscular arms hold himself up on either side of you. And next thing you know, he's placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, before trailing down to your jaw. A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as he nibbles at your earlobe.

"You know with how soft my leg is and all." He starts to whisper in your ear. His voice is husky and smooth - and normally you know what it means. But you have no clue where he's going with this sentence. "Would you mind if I-" And he's pausing again for dramatic effect as his lips graze over your hot skin. "Slitherin." He finally whispers in your ear, accentuating the 's'.

And just like that, you're back rolling over with laughter just like you had been that very afternoon.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

I Don’t Like Myself Today

Summary: Dean finds the reader upset about a book but it turns out, it has nothing to do with the book and everything to do with what they think they deserve...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language, brief mentioned nudity, self-image issues

A/N: Enjoy! 

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You were sat staring at your computer screen, swallowing thickly. You did it again and once more, the wetness on the edge of your eyes receding for the moment. After a few seconds you reminded yourself to breathe, take a deep breath, even if your skin felt tight and there was the threat of a headache in your temples. It was simply the congestion though and it’d pass quickly. 

You swallowed once more, the threat of tears averted for the moment, just in time too as Dean walked into the bedroom.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked as he ducked into the master bathroom.

“Paying bills. Balancing the checkbook,” you said, going back to your credit card tab you had open on the computer and hitting submit. You logged it down in your spreadsheet, Dean walking out naked and whistling as he ducked behind you and over to the closet. 

“You want to get takeout? I don’t feel like running to the grocery store. It’s nearly seven already.”

“Sure,” you said, Dean exiting the closet in his flannel pajama pants and a hoodie. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Pizza?”

“Wasn’t there that new Mexican place you wanted to check out? It had fried something?”

“The fried chalupas? Yeah. Let’s try that,” he said. He pulled up a menu on his phone, laying back on the bed and scrolling as you checked off items in your spreadsheet. “I’m gonna get the nachos, these battered chalupa gimmick things, a few tacos and quesadillas?”

“Sounds good,” you said. He was quiet a few minutes before the bed creaked and you knew he was sat up. 

“How’d we do this month?” he asked.

“We have two hundred extra for savings,” you said.

“Sweet. I told you that Costco membership would pay for itself,” he said. “Maybe we can take a little trip with what we’ve been saving up when the weather gets nicer.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you said, stretching in your chair. “How long til the food gets here?”

“Forty minutes,” he said. “I gotta drive to pick it up.”

“If you want to be a real babe, you could maybe make-”

“I’m making brownies, don’t you worry,” he said, ruffling your head. “We got box mix?”

“Yeah. Oh and put the crumbled up Oreos in this time. That was real good,” you said.

“Care to supervise?” he asked with a smirk.

“I want to clean up the file a bit and take a shower quick after work all day. But I will definitely sit on the couch eating that entire tray with you later.”

“Alright,” he said, humming as he headed for the door. “There’s a clean black shirt of mine on the counter in the bathroom if you’re so inclined…”

“I’m always inclined,” you said. You smiled and went back to your spreadsheet, frowning once you’d heard Dean leave. You went to Amazon and moved the book out of the cart, deleting it and ordering more of Dean’s granola bars he liked instead. 

You added it to your spreadsheet, backing out the number in one column, adding it in another. You sighed and slammed the computer shut. 

You were halfway undressed in the bathroom when you caught your face in the mirror. You looked ready to cry. You swallowed when you heard Dean outside of the door, the thing opening after a moment. Dean smiled but you knew he wasn’t exactly happy.

“Why didn’t you buy that book you wanted, sweetheart?” 

“I didn’t want it after all. It doesn’t have great reviews on other sites,” you said, putting your back to him.

“You know the thing about this spreadsheet being a shared document? I can see the changes you make. Like you not spending any of your fun money and then calling it savings. The book was seven dollars, Y/N.”

“I didn’t want the stupid book, Dean.”

“It’s been in the cart for two weeks. We can afford it. Are you stressed out about money?”

“No. I make plenty and you make plenty at the construction place and-”

“You barely let me give you a box of chocolate for Valentine’s when you got me a whole bunch of car stuff that was ten times the cost and-”

“I don’t need a book. There’s plenty of books around here. Geez. Stop analyzing every little thing. You’re not a hunter anymore.”

“Yeah and I didn’t notice it as much before cause you never used the Charlie card and you used your fakes and I got it. But you won’t spend seven dollars on a book. You got mad at a five dollar box of chocolates. You-”

“I would rather you put that money towards a vacation,” you said.

“You’d rather it not be spent on you. I mean how many times have I seen you saying I want a new winter jacket and then you wear your same old one that’s been stitched more times than I have.”

“What do you want me to say, Dean. Just come out and say it.”

“Why don’t you think you deserve to spend money on yourself? Even seven dollars, even when it’s in the budget. I just want to know what’s going on sweetheart.”

“I don’t need-”

“I know you. What’s-”

“I don’t like me,” you spat out. “I don’t and today’s not great and I’m not buying something stupid for myself when we could use that money on something more important.”

“The most important thing in the world to me is you.”

“I don’t want to fight, Dean.”

“Neither do I,” he said. He walked over slowly and rested his hands on your arms, sliding down them to pull them around his back. You breathed deeply into his shirt, his arms trapping you in a warm embrace. “I like you.”

“I know you do, De. I have a hard time...it’s hard to buy something nice for yourself when you don’t like yourself that day.”

“New rule. You spend your fun money every month and if you don’t, I’m just gonna buy stuff for you with it.”

“It’s not that simple,” you said, Dean’s chin resting on your shoulder.

“I know. But it’s a start. You don’t have a problem spending money, just on you you do. So, forget about deserving or not deserving. Cause you do, even days you don’t like you. But days you don’t, tell me. Please. I promise extra cuddles.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask,” he said. “Now take your shower, relax, and when you get out, I’ll be back with the food, alright?”

“Okay,” you said.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you gave him a half smile. “Careful driving.”

“Be back soon sweetheart.”

You were just putting the brownies in the oven an hour later when Dean walked in with a takeout bag. He frowned and you held up your hands.

“Baking relaxes me,” you said.

“You’re lucky I know that’s true,” he said. He set the bag down at the counter, smiling as he reached into his coat pocket. He took out a book and turned it around, holding it out to you.

“You got this from that bookstore next door,” you said, smiling and taking it from him. “Dean…”

“Only six dollars there too,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry I am this way,” you said as he washed up. He hit off the water and dried his hands, cocking his head.

“Sorry? I thought I already told you, I really really like you, just the way you are. I’d like it if you liked you too cause she’s pretty awesome but I will like for us both on the bad days just like you do on mine.”

“You got all domestic, Dean,” you said, setting book down and giving him a hug.

“And I love it,” he said, giving you a kiss. “Come on, sweetheart. Eat up while it’s hot.”

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[now-im-a-belieber]

I DEMAND

BABY FEVER HCS W POSTWAR ROE RIGHT NOW 😭😭

xoxo, 🤡

the way you have stormed into my inbox coming DIRECTLY AT ME WITH THIS, i have to apologize for how absolutely carried away i got with these o o p s 

• you cannot tell me eugene roe would not be the world's best father

• the patience of this man

• the CARE 

• i'm imagining it's HIM who comes to you with the wish to start a family

• bc when he finally gets home you just really want him all to yourself

• and he very much obliged you at first 

• but he's had a lot of time to dream about the future and all he can see is a big beautiful family with you

• and he's very serious about bringing up the whole thing

• like he makes it a sit down conversation 

• and you're worried for a second before he addresses anything because he's prefacing way too much

• but when he finally asks to have kids you're all for it obviously 

• and the whole process is all very dear and planning for names and schools is takes up most of your free time

• like you gotta talk him into date night bc he wont stop reading advice books (tell me im wrong)

• and then comes an actual little tiny human the two of you are responsible for

• and you're so taken with how in love eugene is with the new little life that you immediately decided to have another as soon as possible 

• bc like i said he's THE PERFECT FATHER 

• you're never happier than when that man and your child share quiet nights in, marveling over how your dreams were a reality now

• and when shit gets hard and the nights are long and you feel overwhelmed and unsure gene is right there reminding you everything is okay

• reminding you there is no one right way to parent 

• assuring you that all your hard work is paying off and that you should get some rest and let him stay up late to calm your restless child 

• i wanna address the fact that he is total stay at home dad material 

• he is a pro at running your house and home while you go out doing whatever it is you do

• like

• you can't tell me gene doesn't meal plan 

• you can't tell me he doesn't go about grocery shopping like it's a damned mission from Sink himself 

• he's got lists to keep track of his lists ya know

• this man can multitask like no one's business 

• he's got some project halfway finished on the table while he's helping the kids build a popsicle stick house in the living room and he's cleaning up along the way

• and you're always surprisingly shocked when you get home to find the house in order and the kids contently reading or some shit and eugene finishing the laundry with a smile on his face

• you get the kids ready for bed and then he gets you ready for bed and that routine has saved your lives a couple times

• bc on the bad days or during fights or when life gets too real, you can always rely on the nightly routine you have set in place with your family who relies on the flow all the same

•  your family life functions and thrives on routine 

• but what about when yall get bored of the same old?

• what about a family vacation? 

• eugene has every last detail planned out 

• obviously 

• he has the kids and your bags packed before he even has his own shite together which isn't much anyway

• and his sole intention, no matter the trip is, is to find somewhere you all can go where he can sit back and relax and watch you all have fun 

• and once the kids are old enough to go off and make friends by the pool or whatever gene starts lamenting over when they were really little 

• and it's not hard for him to talk you into adding another little babe to your family 

• how could you no

• you'd have as many as he wanted 

• and would marvel over his patience during their tantrums 

• and the way he worried over their well being as he trusted them to walk ahead of you two on the way to the park or the movies 

• and the way he would drop everything to help with homework

• or the way he couldn't stay grumpy after a long day when one of the kids asked to help make dinner, turning the whole process of cooking into a family affair 

• i'm gonna stop now but i could go on forever 

• he's the p e r f e c t f a t h e r

[hangovercurse]

Babies, Bathrooms, and Birth Control

Colson and Casie both want a new addition to the family, but you don’t feel ready.

Request: “Could you write a story about Colson wanting to have a second child with y/n. She loves him, but isn't quite ready. Maybe Casie talks about wanting a little brother or sister. Maybe Colson tries to hide her birth control pills. It doesn't end with pregnancy, but Colson and y/n have a deep talk about maybe in a year or two”

Colson x Reader

Warnings, Cursing, hiding birth control, general angst

A/N: Hope this is what you wanted, I had a lot of fun with this!

Word Count: 1905

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“Casie, make sure he doesn’t eat that.” You chuckled, watching Ashton pick up a piece of paper from the coffee table and move it towards his mouth. Casie, who was sitting on the floor watching your boyfriend’s nephew, grabbed the paper from the boy’s hand, picking him up and setting him on her lap.

“You can’t eat that Ashton, you’ll get sick.” She talked to the infant in a baby voice, making you smile.

Colson and Ashleigh were having a conversation next to you about upcoming music and projects. You tried to keep up with the music talk but got lost after the first few minutes, so you decided to watch Casie play with her cousin. The girl adored him, entertaining him with toys and playing games with him. It was endearing.

Ashleigh stood up, seemingly wrapping up her conversation. “Ashton and I have to go, but it was good to see you guys. I’m sure we’ll be back soon.”

Casie groaned and you and Colson laughed. “Why can’t you two just have a baby together already, then I’d get to do this all the time.”

You knew her comment didn’t really mean anything, but you still looked down awkwardly, avoiding the conversation. Ashleigh laughed, taking her son in her arms. “See you, Ash.” Colson smiled.

“Bye Ashleigh!” You put on a smile. “Bye Ashton!” You said in a baby voice, overexaggerating your wave to the boy.

Once the door closed behind them, Casie turned to you and Colson, who had his arm around your shoulders. “I wasn’t joking.” The girl said, crossing her arms.

“Okay Case, we get it. Now drop it, that’s something for the grown-ups to talk about.” Colson said in his best dad voice, which wasn’t all that great.

Casie tilted her head at her dad, her pouty eyes staring into his. Finally, she gave up, “Whatever. You guys should definitely talk about it though.” She smiled, skipping off to her room.

You looked at Colson, raising your eyebrow. He laughed, pressing his head against the side of yours and scrunching his nose. You giggled, tilting your head so his landed on your shoulder. You turned your attention to the TV in front of you, chuckling as you saw one of those new kids show playing.

You turned and kissed the top of Colson’s head, moving to stand up. He grabbed your hand, trying to pull you back towards the couch. “Noooo, I wanna cuddle with you.” He pouted. You rolled your eyes, chuckling. If any of his bandmates were here to see this, they would never let him live it down.

“I gotta get a shower, it’s getting late.” You smiled as his hand continued to grip yours.

He looked up at you, a sly look in his eyes. “I could help you with that.” He raised his eyebrows at you, eliciting yet another eyeroll from you.

“Orrrr, you could clean up down here since it’s kind of a mess.” You dragged out the “or” to tease him, which obviously worked.

“Baaaabbbyyyy. Why do you hate me?” He groaned even though he was smiling.

“I don’t, my love. But I do hate dirty dishes.” You tried to hide your smile at his distraught expression. “I’ll give you a kiss if you do it.”

He pouted his lower lip, “two kisses?”

You sighed, like it was a hard decision. “Okay, two kisses.”

“And I get one in advance.”

You chuckled, leaning into him and pressing your lips to his. As you went to pull away he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to giggle. “Colson, I need a shower, I stink.”

“Yeah but what would you rather do, shower, or kiss me?” He leaned in again, capturing your lips again.

You let yourself give in for just a moment, your lips melting into his, before pulling away. “You can get as many kisses as you can bear when I smell better.” You whisper, pecking his lips before climbing off of him.

“Now that is a deal I will take!” He yelled as you walked towards your shared bedroom, getting ready for a warm, inviting shower.

 “Hey babe, have you seen my pills?” You called into your bedroom from the bathroom, searching the cabinets and drawers.

Colson came into the bathroom, sweatpants low on his hips. “What pills?”

“My birth control pills. I swear I put them in this drawer last night.” You motioned towards the second drawer on the right. “I can’t find them.”

He made a face, his head tilting to his side. “Is there anywhere else you would have put them?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve checked basically everywhere.” You sighed. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Babe its okay, you can just get some more tomorrow.”

You sighed, “That’s not how it works, babe. I can’t get a new pack because I was only like halfway through the last one. It’ll throw my routine off for like, ever.” The confused look came back to Colson’s face. “There’s this schedule with pills. Sometimes I have to take a different pill on certain days.”

“Okay, and you’re sure you didn’t put them anywhere else?”

“I’m almost positive, Colson. I take them at the same time every night, in the same place. I always put them in the drawer.” You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead, trying to calm yourself down.

He nodded, “I’m gonna check the drawers in the bedroom, maybe you put them in there?” He left the bathroom, and you could already here him searching through drawers.

“Colson I know they’re not in there.” You yelled to him, opening the drawer in front of you for the 15th time, just in case they magically appear.

“I found ‘em, babe.” Colson came back in the small room, holding up the metal package. “They were in your side table drawer.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, knowing you wouldn’t have put them there. “I definitely didn’t put them in there.”

Colson shrugged, “Maybe you just forgot you did?”

“No, Colson, I remember standing here, taking it, and putting it in the drawer. I didn’t put it in my drawer.”

“Well they didn’t get there by themselves.”

“No, they didn’t.” You squinted, your mind drifting to Casie’s comment earlier. You felt silly for even thinking it, but it seemed like a very Colson thing to do.

His expression changed to one of hurt. “What, you think I hid them? Babe I wouldn’t do that.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I mean, I’m just saying even if I did- which I didn’t- what’s the harm in missing a few days?”

You squinted harder at him in disbelief. “I dunno Colson, I could get pregnant?”

He bit his lip, looking down. “What’s so wrong with that?”

You were taken aback, not realizing how bad he wanted this. “Babe, we’re not ready for that. I’m not ready for that. I- we’re not even married yet.” Your breathing got heavy, confusion the only emotion you could feel, confusion and disappointment.

“Do you think I was ready for Casie? But she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And you said you didn’t care about all that marriage shit.”

“Cols, I know you weren’t ready for Casie, but we’re a lot more careful. We use precaution so that we can be ready.”

He looked hard at you, making you feel like the bad guy. “So you don’t want a kid with me.”

You sighed, hands coming to meet at the bridge of your nose. “I don’t want a kid with you right now. I’m not saying I don’t want it to happen ever.”

“Why?”

“You don’t want to marry me. A baby is a much bigger commitment than that.” You hated the way you sounded right now, but you couldn’t help yourself.

He looked upset, “You told me you were okay with not getting married.”

“I told you that a year ago, Colson. We’re hitting our 4th anniversary this year. I’ve known people who get married after less. I just- I don’t get it. If you’re not willing to commit to that then how can you say you want a baby?” You let out a breath through your nose.

“So you think I’m not committed to this relationship? To you?”

“Did I say that Colson? No. I’m just saying that if I’m gonna make a life changing decision with you, I want to know you’re ready. I need to know you’re all in.”

“We don’t need to get married to be all in.”

“Why don’t you want to marry me.” Your voice broke, and you hadn’t realized how intense your emotions had gotten until that moment.

Colson’s expression softened after seeing the pain in your eyes. “Baby it’s not that I don’t want to marry you, I love you. I just don’t understand why we need to hold this big fancy ceremony to prove it to everyone, much less to each other.” He moved closer to you while he was talking, until he landed a few inches in front of you, his hands reaching for your hips.

“That’s what people do, Colson. They buy fancy outfits and invite their friends and dance to cheesy music. I love you, Col, and I know you love me. But is it so bad to want that?” Your voice came out as a whisper.

He pulled you closer to him, “No, it’s not at all. I’m sorry, baby I didn’t realize it meant so much to you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around his bare middle. “And I’m sorry for hiding your birth control. It was really stupid and selfish of me. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you about wanting to get married, I should’ve brought it up to you.” You said, kissing his chest and then looking up at him, resting your chin on his skin. “And I don’t not want a kid with you, Colson. I don’t think I’d ever love anything more than having a child with you, I’m just not ready for that right now.”

He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “That’s fair. And it is totally your decision when you’re ready if you’re ever ready.” He kissed you again, deeper than before. “But also I can’t fucking wait for you to be carrying our baby.” He giggled.

“Well, in the meantime, there’s no harm in practicing making a baby.” You said, a sly smile on your face. You tried to maintain your sexy façade, but you couldn’t help but laugh at how cheesy that sounded.

Colson bit his lower lip, a smirk on his face. “I would have absolutely no problem with that.” You moved away from him, grabbing his hands and interlocking your fingers. He backed up towards the door, leading you into the bedroom. “Oh, I never asked babe.” He paused, pulling you back into his body and kissing you. “You wanna get married? Like start planning and shit?”

You giggled, moving your lips to meet his. “Are you proposing to me, Colson Baker?”

His face turned red, “Well, I don’t have a ring, but I’ll get one and then I’ll do it properly. But for now, whaddya say?”

You rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Colson Baker I would love to marry you.”

[ray-ray-writings]

Okay I’ve been recently getting super into Karl’s streams because I just adore his puppy energy but, hear me out here.

Reader and Karl are friends right? And she goes and hangs out with him a lot and eventually one Saturday she convinces her BF, Techno, to come with her. He follows, mostly cause he’s bored and she’s persistent, they get to Karl’s place, Reader knowing instantly what to do gets up near Karl, grabs something Techno can’t see from where he’s standing, spins and belts out a song for Karl’s Karaoke. (The song playing in my ears right now is Talk Too Much)

Cue Technos surprise as he hears his s/o sing for the first time, grinning like a maniac. Reader tries to get him into it but he refuses until he watches Karl and Reader do a duet together (they’re best friends your honor) cause no one else would duet with him and he just gets up very bored my, lumbers over and snatches the microphone from Karl and does some soft deep number. Nothing energetic it’s gotta be deep and soft. (First thought is resting on Achilles Come Down)

After the singular song he doesn’t get up to sing again and you think he’s hated the whole experience but next Saturday you find him by the door ready to go with a bag in his hand. It isn’t til halfway through the time when he does his weird standing up, snatching the microphone from whoever was singing, setting it back in its stand and grabbing his bag before Reader realizes he brought a fuckin violin. Tommy or maybe Ghostbur get jazzed because “I REMEMBER WHEN MY BROTHER PLAYED THAT” and just-

GOOD SHIT!!!

With love- 🌻

Holy shit 🌻 you have my entire heart. This is so amazing. So so poggers. (Also, this is the only post for tonight! Hope you enjoy!!) 

So yes, you and Karl are best friends and you two hang out a lot. But as more and more things happen on the SMP, you find yourselves spending less and less time together, which makes you sad. So as a compromise, you two decide that the two of you would hang out every Saturday night. No exceptions, no excuses, Saturday is for Y/N and Karl. And it works very well with you guys, sometimes you have dinner and talk or you play games and yes sometimes even karaoke. Even when you and Techno got together and he, Sapnap, and Quackity got together, you two never missed a Saturday. Sometimes though, Sapnap and Quackity tag along which is just fine with you. And if you could convince Techno (you never could but just in case haha), Karl would be fine with that. But everytime you ask Techno, he says no, he doesn’t want to intrude and he doesn’t really want to do some of the things you two do. 

But that all changes on fateful Saturday. Techno had been gone for a majority of the week and had only gotten home in the early afternoon of the Saturday. You two had been cuddled up in bed, just cuddling, kissing, and catching up because you’d missed each other so much all week. But it gets to be that time and you try to leave your bed, but Techno has an iron grip on you. “Tech, babe, I’ve got to go” you whisper, pressing a few kisses to his face before landing one on his lips and smiling at him. Techno only pouts at you, “No you don’t. I just got home. You could stay here with me.” he grumbles, attempting to pull you closer to him, but you don’t let him. “I know baby, but you know Saturdays are spent with Karl… If you want you can come with, Sapnap and Quackity will be there so it won’t be awkward. We can have a fun time. My best friend and his s/os and me and my s/o. It will be fun, come on baby,” you murmur, running your hair through his pink locks causing him to sigh. He pretends to think for a moment before giving you a nod. You smile at him before easily weaseling your way out of his grip, pulling him with you. He steadies himself on his feet as you reach up and press a kiss to his lips before bouncing out of the room. “Come on baby, we’re going to be late.” 

The two of you leave the house and make your way to Karl’s house. You throw open the front door without second thought, “Karl! We’re here!” There’s a bit of noise from further in the house before Karl calls back, “We’re??” you can’t help but laugh as you shut the door behind you and Techno before pulling Techno arm along with you as you move to where Karl’s voice was coming from. You make your way into the living room and find Karl hunched over what you know to be the karaoke machine and Sapnap and Quackity curled up together on the couch. “Yeah, we’re” you answer from the doorway causing all three men’s gazes to snap to you two. A huge smile grazes Karl's face at the sight of you two, Quackity gets a little nervous but is quickly comforted by Sapnap’s smile and a quick kiss. “Hey Techno! It’s great to see you!” Karl, ever the charmer and the kind heart, greets your boyfriend. Your boyfriend gives the man a small wave, “Hey Karl… Sapnap………….. Quackity.” The other two give the pink headed man a small smile and wave before turning their attention back to Karl. You pull Techno around the side of the couch and usher him to sit down and before you can sit next to him, Karl has grabbed your arm and pulled you to the machine. “Karl, I wanted to sit and relax with Techno for a moment,” you complain to your best friend. Karl just grins at you and shoves a microphone in your hand as music begins to play. You roll your eyes at how well your best friend knows you and he moves to sit next to his fiances. With all eyes on you, you decide to have fun. You belt out the lyrics and dance around just having fun. (This is the song! Talk Too Much by COIN!). Every once in a while one of the fiances would let out a cheer, edging you on. Techno though would just be staring at you with wide eyes, he had never heard you sing before, well maybe once but never this carefree. 

The four of them clap in excitement after you finish and then bound over to the couch. Once again, you move to sit next to Techno, but are instead this time pulled down onto his lap with your back pressing against his chest and burying his face into the place where your neck meets your shoulder. “I didn’t know you could sing like that” he murmurs into the skin. You can’t help but melt a little bit as you relax further into him. “It’s just something we do for fun sometimes.” you murmur in response, your eyes watching as Karl stands up and picks out a song for himself to sing. “It was nice” That was the last words before Karl began his own song. 

The two of you watched as each of the fiances sang their own solo. “Do you want to sing something?” You murmur, leaning back and turning your head slightly to talk to your boyfriend. Techno let out a huff and tightened his arms around you for a moment, “No” he answers simply as Sapnap and Quackity step up to the mic. The three of you watch Sap and Quack do a very cheesy duet together causing you and Karl to laugh loudly and Techno to hide his chuckles in your shoulder. When the two were done, they were pouting. “Hey! Stop laughing at us!” “Yeah we sang a very serious duet together” And when neither of you stop laughing Sapnap and Quackity plop down on the couch and fold in to each other, “Fine, see if either of us sing a duet with you Karl” Sapnap juts out, poking his tongue as his fiance. Karl immediately stops laughing and begins to beg his lovers to sing with him, but the two don’t budge. So Karl does the next best thing he can think to do. He turns to you with a wide pout on his lips and puppy dog eyes, and who are you to say no to your puppy dog eyed best friend? You let out a sigh before carefully removing yourself from Techno’s arms, despite the grumbles of protest, and join your best friend by the machine to sing a duet with him. Karl wouldn’t let you see what he picked but as soon as the music began, you almost lost it. Of course he would pick this song. It is not only about two “best friends” it is definitely bound to make his two fiances just a bit jealous. (It is the Bro Duet haha. Find it here)

The two of you goofed around and sang your hearts out, changing every “no homo” to “no hetero” Karl sang the first part and you sang the second. Throughout the song, Sap and Quack, although amused, were admittedly a little jealous, that should be them up there singing about how much they love each other. Techno on the other end of the couch was a little confused and a little jealous. He couldn’t help but wonder to himself if this had actually happened. Had you and Karl one time gone to the beach and you had to give Karl CPR? Had you gone to an amusement park and started choking on a turkey leg and Karl gave you the hymlick? Had the two of you fallen in love with each other? What the hell was happening? Toward the end of the song, Techno found himself standing up from the couch and walking toward you two. It surprised you, because Techno had literally told you he did not want to sing. But here he was, grabbing the microphone from you… in the middle of a song no less. Karl and you stopped singing as you stared at Techno who now held the microphone close to his chest. Almost as if reading his mind, you took a step forward and gently cupped his face, “It didn’t actually happen Techno. It’s just a song.” You comfort your boyfriend. Techno’s shoulders did a big relax at your words. “Sorry” he grumbles out, “Didn’t mean to interrupt your song.” You can only give him a warm smile at that. “It’s okay lover. Do you want to sing something now?” And to your surprise, Techno walks over to the machine and begins looking through the song choices. So you and Karl share a look before making your way back to the couch and sitting down. Karl was immediately engulfed in a huge hug by his fiance’s while you curled into the still warm spot that was Techno’s. Soft cello music rang from the machine as Techno awkwardly stood in front of you four, his eyes dancing around the room. Techno took a deep breath before his beautiful bass voice rings out into the room. His voice completely encaptures the four of you sitting on the couch and not even Quackity is making a single noise. Techno sings a beautiful rendition of Achilles Come Down, it quite literally brings tears to your eyes. But once he’s done and the song is over, Techno sets his microphone down and immediately walks over to the couch and sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him. You try to tell him how good it was, but he kisses you to stop you. Later that night when you two go home, you try once again to tell him how amazed and impressed you were at his song, but he brushes your compliments off and kisses you again before cuddling you to sleep. And so, you figure he absolutely hated it and never wanted to do anything like it again. 

So the next Saturday, you know is another karaoke night and this time Karl had invited the whole SMP to come. You were fine with it and you knew not everyone would show up. So when it was time to go, you looked everywhere in the house for Techno so that you could tell him goodbye but you could not find him. You were about to just leave when you hear your name being called from the front door. You rush to the door and find Techno standing there with a bag in his hand. “There you are. Are you ready to go?” Deciding not to question it, you give your boyfriend a smile and a nod before the two of you head out for Karl’s. When you arrive, there are quite a few people there, but not it’s definitely not everyone. You quickly find Karl and greet him with hugs before helping him get completely set up for the night. Techno hovers around you two, not really helping but not wanting to go around and socialize. Eventually he spots Philza and leaves your side briefly to greet his father. 

Finally everything is set up and ready to go. So Karl calls out to everyone to please take their seats, it’s go time. I would like to say that you go first and sing another fun and upbeat song to get everyone hyped. (I do not have one in mind for this time) But it’s great and a total banger, we stan. So then when you’re done, everyone claps politely and Karl moves to take your place. So you bound over to Techno and sit on his lap. One after another, people went up and chose a song and sang their heart out. You don’t expect Techno to get up and sing. You thought he hated it last time so why would he do it again? But he surprises you, of course haha. But after listening to Quackity screech out a song that you honestly cannot tell what it was because of how much he was joking around and not actually trying his best to sing, Techno had had enough. He carefully moves you off of him, grabs his bag, and moves to the front of the room, snatching the mic out of Quackity’s hand. “Hey! I wasn’t done singing!” Quackity protests, reaching for the mic again. “I was done listening… we are all done listening” Techno shoots back. Quackity glances around the room, lets out a sigh, before shuffling over to his fiances and curling into their arms. Techno very quickly turns off the music and a sigh of relief sweeps over Karl’s living room, which makes you snicker behind your hand. You’re surprised when Techno doesn’t pick another song from the machine, but instead he opens his bag and pulls out a violin. You haven’t seen him play that violin in so long and it melts your heart to see him pull it out and bring it up to his chin. You watch in awe as he brings his bow to the strings and begins to play so beautifully. “Oh I remember when my brother played the violin! He was always so good at it! We used to play together all the time. He on violin, me on guitar… It was amazing,” you hear Ghostbur exclaim from somewhere else in the room. And he’s right, it is amazing. It’s even more amazing when Techno opens his mouth and lets his beautiful bass voice ring out into the room. It’s really truly an amazing thing to see. Techno not only playing the violin, but also singing. The room is dead silent and all attention is on Techno as he sings about his time as king, as the Blood God. Please find the violin cover here and the song he’s singing here. Song is Fallen Kingdom…. Yes that fallen kingdom hahahah).

When he’s done, the room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. Techno glances around the room in a panic and you can see his face flushes. You know the voices are going crazy, trying to convince him that he just fucked up and everyone hated it and hated him. So you slowly stand from your seat and begin clapping. Heads snap to you as you clap. Philza quickly joins you, standing up and clapping. Slowly everyone joins you, and then everyone at once. Techno gets a standing ovation from the crowd. This makes his blush even harder and he quickly takes the violin off his shoulder and puts it back into the bag. You don’t let him get off the makeshift stage though, you quickly walk up to him, grab his now empty hands causing him to freeze and look at you. You just simply leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “That was amazing Techno” you mumble against him. He hums in response, kissing you back. “Oh it was nothing” he murmurs back. After a few more moments, the two of you pull apart and you give him a small smile, “sing a duet with me?” you ask him as the applause dies down. Techno looks hesitant, but one quick glance around the room at the encouraging smiles, he decides one more song couldn’t hurt. He lets you pick out the song and his heart almost melts at the choice. (Here is the song. It is Come What May from moulin rouge). Your voices meld so well together and it doesn’t leave a single dry eye in the house. Again, once you’re finished the room is roaring with applause. Literally everyone is crying. Like it’s so obvious you two love each other and that you two mean the words you’re singing in the song. You two end the song with another very passionate kiss as everyone claps so hard they’re all sure their palms will be red and sore the next morning. You and Techno pull apart and you have matching grins on your faces as you set down your mics and move back to the couch to cuddle again. It takes a hot minute for anyone to step up to the machine, not wanting to follow that amazing performance, but slowly Karaoke night gets back on track. Neither of you two get up to sing again though. You’re just content to sit in your boyfriend’s lap and he’s just content to hold you. As you snuggle into him, Techno thinks over the past two Saturdays and he decides quietly to himself that maybe spending Saturdays with you and the fiances wouldn’t be so bad… I mean he actually had fun. He deserves to have a bit of fun every once in a while.

[sunnypogue]

Can you do something with rafe and you dating, but there’s an age difference and you’re kind of weird about it?

sure babes. soft college AU with lax bro rafe.

just a note - they didn’t start dating until college - age differences (even when they’re just a couple of years apart) are really not great when one of the partners is underage - please be safe my little chickies!!!

alright so y’all are in college - you’re at duke, he’s at chapel hill - but since it’s an easy 20 minute drive from duke to unc, you’re over at rafe’s townhome almost every weekend

your roommate makes fun of you, but he’s got a california king & air conditioning, so it’s a definite upgrade from your dorm

also, he lives alone, so you don’t have to worry about warning roommates when y’all decide to fuck

y’all tried it ONCE at your place, which ended up with you nearly falling off the lofted bed and your roommate walking in only SECONDS after you had finished (rafe had to patiently wait for his turn until she got the hint and left)

so clearly, it was easier if you just stayed with rafe.

staying with rafe also meant hanging around his douche bag lax friends, who loved to rag on you for going to duke

you would just flip them off and yell about Zion Williamson, until they shut the fuck up

rafe had to actively try not to look proud as you shit all over his school’s basketball program to his teammates

of course one time, his drunk friends took it too far in your weekly debate about duke v unc - a hotshot freshman, half a handle of Tito’s in, leaned in close & called you “jailbait” - referencing your 3 year age gap with rafe - something you were VERY self conscious about

(it had been a big reason why you and sarah had grown apart last year - she couldn’t get over the fact that her older brother was dating someone her age)

your face crumbled, and within seconds rafe had the neck of his drunk freshman teammate, growling “get the fuck out,” before shoving him towards the front door

“alright, everyone get the fuck out - I’m sick of seeing your faces tonight.” he didn’t take his eyes off you & your red, watery eyes as the remainder of his teammates trickled out, mumbling about how whipped he had become

as soon as the door closed, you burst into tears - part drunk, part upset, part mortified that you had just caused a scene

rafe took three steps before he enveloped you in a hug, his 6’3 frame dwarfing you - you spoke before he could say anything, words spilling on top of each other as you cried about how you were embarrassed that people knew about your age gap, embarrassed that people thought it was weird, embarrassed that you couldn’t keep your emotions in check, embarrassed that his friends would hate you - before you took a big, heavy breath

“baby, you gotta chill.”

rafe proceeded to lift you onto the counter, where y’all were eye to eye - “fuck that, and fuck them. you’re 19, I just turned 22. we’ve known each other since you were 7 and I was 10. it’s not weird - don’t let people make you think it’s weird. especially my idiot teammates.”

you sniffled, bottom lip quivering as you avoided eye contact with him - “I just feel like people are -”

rafe reached out, jerking your chin towards him with a gentle thumb - “fuck what people think. I love you - you know that. now c’mere.”

you let him kiss you, let him lean into the space your spread legs created for him, let him push your hair out of your eyes before he cupped your hot cheek - still red with embarrassment and wet with tears.

he pulled back, once, briefly - “I know sarah made you feel weird about it, but that’s a completely different situation - it was more about me monopolizing your time rather than your age - she didn’t know how to process it.”

sarah, who ended up going to university of south carolina, found out y’all were together over last year’s homecoming weekend, when she came up to visit rafe (and incidentally, you) - she didn’t speak to you for two months after the fact.

you were devastated. 

you nodded, afraid if you spoke, you would start crying again.

he lifted you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and rest your chin on his shoulder in a pseudo-koala hug. 

“you wanna go lay down?”

you nodded, letting him feel the reaction on his shoulder rather than verbalizing it. he was halfway up the stairs, when you murmured “I love you too.”

he finished carrying you upstairs, laying you on the bed gently before circling his hand around your ankle - “you’re my girl. you’ve been my girl since we were kids - don’t let people try to turn it into something it’s not.”

he tugged on your ankle twice, before bending over you to pull your bottom lip from your teeth.

his thumb rested on your chin as you matched his gaze, breathing evenly.

“you’re my girl.”

[because-of-a-friend]

Seventeen Reaction: Proposing To You

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Alrighty! Let’s burn through the rest of these requests with my new laptop!!! There’s two more requests after this and then I’ll go back to my series! Thanks for the request @banana-and-milk ! I really hope you like it and I’m sorry again that there was such a long delay everyone!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

In this scenario, Cheol is an incredibly cheesy hopeless romantic. He’s definitely the type to want to plan out a proposal and make it really nice. While he does make sort of a big deal out of it, he doesn’t go super overboard. He keeps the plans relatively simple because he knows the more factors there are, the more things there are that could go wrong. The most important thing to him is that it is a moment you will remember fondly forever. He wants you to be able to brag to everyone you meet about your cute proposal story. Soooooo, what he’s going to do is decorate a nice little seating area outside, have your favorite meal prepared, and 100% have a speech memorized. Cheol doesn’t really want anyone around for this moment. If anyone is around it is a photographer in the distance taking pictures for you to remember this moment. But he really wants it to be something that just the two of you have together. Which is why his speech is super well thought out, he just wants the whole thing to convey how he feels about you and how much he wants to take the next step. He’s probably the type to celebrate AFTER at a separate venue with close family and friends, but like I said, the proposal itself is a special moment for just the two of you. 

YOON JEONGHAN

Hannie is such a chill person when it comes to his relationship. Overall, everything is super comfortable, easy-going, smooth sailing all around. Which means he’s not really the type for big romantic gestures because you two tend to show your love for each other in other ways. He knows that proposing is a big deal, though, so he figures he should do something. So, he makes you breakfast one morning. It’s your favorite breakfast food and he gets a tiny little flower to put out on the table in a cute, tiny vase. The two of you had planned on having a day in since both of your schedules were free that day. You walk out to see Jeonghan up...early? Making breakfast? “Babe, are you ok, you never make breakfast.” To your surprise he turns to you and is just all giggly. “Of course I am! I just wanted to show my beautiful [Y/N] how much I care about them!” And he’s just all sunshine and rainbows, and you’re like?????? But anyways he pulls out your seat and you begin eating together. First, you just sip on your coffee to try and wake up, but then you finally decide to start on your breakfast. But when you push your fork into your food, it hits something...hard? So you start digging to find what’s in there, and you pull it out and- “Yoon Jeonghan, you did NOT.” He is GRINNING at you, “Oh but I did.” You don’t even wait to wash the ring off, you just slip it on your finger and then pounce on Jeonghan. The two of you spend the rest of the day Facetiming friends and family to share the news while happily cuddled up on your couch. 

JOSHUA HONG

A NERVOUS WRECK. Oh my god, he has never been so nervous in his life. Of course it is happening in the privacy of your own home, because he does not think he could do that in front of other people. It. Has. To. Be. Perfect. He is freaking out that even the tiniest thing could go wrong. Today is the day he proposes to you and he wants to make it the best day of your life (aside from your eventual wedding of course). He has it all set up from outside your home leading in. You’re greeted with a sign on the front gate welcoming you home, then flower petals leading up the walk way, a paper on the front door listing the things he loves about you. And when you finally open the door, there is your boyfriend, kneeling down, wearing the sharpest suit you’ve ever seen him in, ring box in hand, biggest grin he’s ever had on his face. His heart is beating a million miles per hour. He realizes he’s been so nervous about the planning, he hasn’t had time to think about how it’ll feel to actually propose. Starts crying halfway through lol. I mean like... he can hardly finish, his emotions just overwhelm him so much. But you patiently hold his hand as you wait for him to say his piece. And once he finally asks the question, you’re both grinning and crying. You spend the rest of the night alone together, and start calling people the next day to tell them the news.

WEN JUNHUI

Honestly what he does for your proposal has a lot to do with what you want. Once you two begin talking about your future together, he begins to take little mental notes about your opinions on different proposals. Whether you want it to be public or not, whether you want it to be a big deal or not, whether you have strong opinions about it or not. He himself doesn’t care too much about the actual proposal. To him, the most important thing is getting to spend his life with you, so he’ll want to adjust the proposal itself to fit your liking.  Because of this, the proposal is pretty much like a dream to you. Every little detail is made to be perfect just for you. Jun really does not miss lol. Honestly, you’re almost surprised by how perfect the proposal is. But Jun really just payed attention to everything you had to say and though it all out to make sure it went well. His attentiveness to your wants just shows how much he’ll take care of you for the rest of your lives.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Soonyoung has big emotions, so he’s going to express them in a big way. Like this kid is really going to go all out for this. He wants to show you just how much he loves you. Of course, he doesn’t think it’ll ever be enough, but he does try to show you. So your proposal is going to be insanely over the top lol. I mean, in his opinion, you only get this moment once so why not make the absolute most of it? If it’s something that you’ve discussed and have said you’re comfortable with, he might want to do it publicly. That way, you’re not only receiving his love, but the love of all the people around you. If you don’t want that, then he’ll make up for it in other ways. He won’t do anything to overwhelm your senses while the actual proposal is happening, so you can listen to the words he has to say to you. But afterwards you can expect music, decorations, maybe even fireworks depending on where it happens. Like Cheol, he’ll probably want to go celebrate with the people you both love afterwards at a different location. Overall, to Soonyoung it should be a really fun, enjoyable time that’s exciting for you both. It will be meaningful too, but Soonyoung’s main goal is to make it a memory you won’t easily forget. 

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo also definitely wants this to be an intimate moment. As an introvert, he’s going to want to avoid any sort of audience. But he has told everyone you know before it happens lol. He’s not always so sure of his romantic abilities, so he’ll probably reach out to family and friends for advice on the best way to propose. Which means there’s like a week or so where whenever you hang out with someone they’re just grinning brightly at you while Wonwoo is just praying they don’t let it spill. But he does really good. Because even though he’s getting all this advice on how to make a really great proposal, he realizes that the most important thing is just that he loves you and wants to spend his life with you. So he ends up just doing it out of the blue one day. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, laughing at something you’ve seen. The light from the windows is shining down on you, and he just thinks you’re perfect. So he walks over, and kneels down in front of you. It takes you a second to notice and when you finally do you’re like ?????? “Babe, what are you doing?” And he chuckles a little before just staring at you. He says your name in a way you’ve never heard him say it before, and you just kind of know. You start crying and leap on him before he can even finish. And he’s just laughing as you’re on top of him on the carpeted floor and pressing kisses all over his face. Then you just hold each other for awhile before deciding how to celebrate. 

LEE JIHOON

Has no idea what he’s doing lol. When he realizes he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he panics because he has to tell you this. ...How does he tell you this??? He knows it’s gotta be impressive, right? At least somewhat significant... He probably decides to play it safe and use a somewhat common method of proposing. A nice date with dinner, a day of quality time, little signs of love and affection the whole time. By the end of the evening, his plan has gone accordingly, the day went great, and he’s ready to actually do it. He’s so unbelievably nervous, lol. His voice is shaking the whole time, but he pushes through. When you say yes, relief floods his entire body and then he cries. He just holds onto you and cries out of excitement, love, and pure joy. It’s nothing too over the top, but it’s a super special moment between the two of you and Jihoon puts in so much effort (especially mentally) to make it special. 

LEE SEOKMIN

Also an incredibly nervous, emotional wreck. But he’s also incredibly excited!!!!!! Like ridiculously excited!!!! The type where the whole day he’s planning on doing it, he’s just grinning at you constantly. And you’re like “babe???? I know you’re usually pretty happy but it feels a little more intense today” and he just shrugs while grinning and tells you it’s just a good day. You don’t notice but he’s been taking you to all of your favorite date spots around town all day. It brings up a lot of good memories so the day is just filled with good feelings. He does it out in public, but in more of a secluded spot, like maybe on a bridge overlooking water at night. Not many people around, but he doesn’t mind if a couple people pass  by here and there. He’s so incredibly sweet about doing it, and every word is thought out and genuine. Afterwards, he’s going to hold you tight and spin you around. His laughter will ring out into the world around you. Afterwards, he’s going to want to go out and celebrate with you the whole night and tell anyone he sees that you two are officially engaged. 

KIM MINGYU 

A dummy. Truly, just so ridiculous. The proposal itself is so quick that you don’t even realize it’s happening. You two are just cleaning up after eating breakfast and Mingyu just kind of goes “Hey babe” and looks at you with this big, dumb smirk on his face. And then he just tosses something at you. And you’re like????? So you start turning it over in your hands to try and figure out what it is. It looks like a jewelry box and you sigh because you told Mingyu to stop buying you every nice necklace you said you thought was cute while flipping through catalogs. “Just open it” he insists, sensing what you’re about to say. So you do and instead of a necklace, it’s a ring. You’re about to start the lecture anyways, thinking he just bought you a random ring. But then you really look at it. The ring is nice... really nice. “Mingyu...what is this?” When you look back over the box, he’s kneeling down in front of you, “I think you know.” And then suddenly, you’re engaged. He’ll probably take you out and have tons of nice things planned for the rest of the day, but he’s just really chill and casual about the actual proposal. 

XU MINGHAO 

He probably wants to make the proposal incredibly unique, somewhat because of his artistic habits and somewhat because he wants you to have something hardly anyone else will. So he’ll really try to think out of the box and it will 100% take you by surprise. You just come home one day and he’s got this giant canvas spread out on the ground. “Hey babe! I got us one of those paint by numbers!” It ends up taking days lol. He’s planned it out so that you can’t see the message until the very end. And he’s a little stressed lol, because he sure didn’t think it would take this long. And obviously both of you are pretty busy so you keep having to take breaks from it. But then the night finally comes. The two of you are joking, binging your favorite show, covered in paint, having the time of your lives just being together. Then he gets up and is like “I’ve gotta go grab something.” So obviously you’re like “Oh ok, I’ll wait for you.” And he’s like “No, go ahead.” And you respond with “Babe it’s almost done, do you really want me to finish it without you?” But he’s already heading into the other room going, “Of course, maybe that way you can be the one to figure out what it is on your own.” And you’re thinking that makes no sense but you go ahead and finish it anyways. Then you step back and take a look at the whole picture. It takes you a second, but you figure out pretty quickly. It’s a couple, and one is kneeling in front of the other. You do a 180 to see Minghao behind you with a ring in his hand. “Ugh babe, you were supposed to wait until I actually knelt down.” He doesn’t get the chance to actually propose because you jump on him immediately. The canvas hangs up in every house you two live in together for the rest of your lives. 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

Also incredibly nervous about proposing and 100% wants it to be just the two of you. Seungkwan is honestly a hopeless romantic and wants to make it so special and sweet. I think he’ll also go a more simpler route in order to make it more about the proposal itself, but he still wants to actually show you how excited he is to be doing this. Plot twist: he starts crying way before it even happens so you know what’s coming. But you think it’s sweet because he’s just got so much love for you in his heart he can’t even handle it. But he tearfully pushes through his speech because he just wants you to know how special you are and how much you mean to him and how much he cares about you. Honestly instead of doing the whole kneeling down thing, he just holds you. And now you’re crying. And then you’re saying yes as you wipe his tears away and he’s just smiling and nodding at you because he could not feel more complete than he does then. 

HANSOL VERNON CHWE

Vernon is definitely the type to just be like “Yo, you wanna get married?” Like the two of you are sitting across from each other on the couch, scrolling through your phones. He takes a break for a second to just look at you. He gets this weird feeling in his chest. And then he realizes... he wants to spend his whole life with you. And honestly he doesn’t really need more than that, once the thought is in his head, that’s enough, he’s just gonna tell you. “Hey babe?” he asks, nudging you a little. You give a little “hm?” in response. “You wanna get married?” You take a second to process because you’re thinking you must have heard him wrong. “Wait what?” you sit up to look at him. “You wanna get married?” You can’t help but start grinning, “Are you serious?” He nods, before sitting up and pulling you into him. “Yeah, Vernon, I think I’d like that.”

LEE CHAN

Dino sometimes struggles with expressing himself romantically. Which means planning a proposal is the single most stressful thing he’s ever done. Should he plan a huge event that would impress you besides the fact that that’s not really him? Or should he just be himself and potentially disappoint you with a mediocre proposal? He mulls over all of his options for so long before deciding that he wants to make it special for you. So, he gets advice from other people, researches proposals online, and makes a whole plan. He puts in all the effort to create this amazing event for your proposal. And he times it out perfectly. You have some big presentation in the next town. So you’re leaving earlier in the day by train to go to the presentation then when you come back, he’s picking you up and the proposal plan starts. But when he’s dropping you off at the station, something comes over him. He watches you lean out the back of the train to wave goodbye to him. His heart drops and he starts running towards the train as it begins to pull out. “[Y/N]!” he yells. “Dino?” you call back. “MARRY ME!” he yells out, racing to keep up with the accelerating train. By then you’re too far for him to hear but he sees you nodding and jumping as you call back to him. You still celebrate together with everyone later that night, but the proposal itself is a beautiful spur of the moment event. 

[thiswasinevitableid]

52 or 41 for the meet ugly? sternclay, nsfw if thats chill

Here it is!

52. you think I’m leering at you in the gym but really I’m studying your form and trying to learn how to make mine better Sternclay NSFW

This is the toughest part of Joseph’s workout, so he could do without the audience.

He first noticed the guy during his turn at the squat rack; taller than him, in a grey t-shirt and black shorts that show he has muscle to spare, with brown eyes that were on Joseph’s ass whenever he looked away. Were Joseph not in the middle of the kettlebell burpees sequence, he might even spare a glance of his own to see how he fills out the front of his shorts, but he’s tired and he’s been dealing with behind the back stares all day.

When he’s done, he takes a final look over his shoulder to see the guy still staring at him. Joseph locks eyes, watches his face flood with guilt as he becomes very focused on his shoes. He continues studying them, as if holding still might keep Joseph from coming closer.

“Okay, I sense you’re new here, so I’ll be polite: everyone checks people out at the gym now and then. But the rule is you don’t do it so fucking brazenly the other person notices.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“I counted you staring ten separate times, even when your workout had you facing away from me.” He crosses his arms, annoyed that the man has the gall to deny his blatant ogling.

“I, uh, I was studying your form” the newcomer rubs his wrist, sheepish, “I’m kinda new to, like, formal workout stuff, and you clearly know your shit, so I was trying to use you to figure out how to do my circuit without fucking up my spine.”

Joseph rolls his eyes; that’s the first lie anyone tells when they get called out for staring.

“I’m serious!” The man has the audacity to look perturbed. Joseph has zero interest in an argument but every desire to call his bluff.

“Well, if that’s the case, if we cross paths again you’re welcome to join me and I can give you pointers.”

With that, he heads towards the locker rooms. He doesn’t feel eyes on him once the whole walk there.

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“Hey.”

Joseph looks up from setting his fitbit to see his not-so-subtle admirer beside him. The taller man smirks, “you didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you?”

“No. But I’m not about to go back on my offer. Or modify my work out if you join me. Make your choice accordingly.”

“Okay. What’s first?” His smile is friendly, but there’s a challenge in it. Joseph, who's been bored the entire day, is more than ready to rise to it.

“Jump rope. Nine minutes total.”

They find a spare rope for the other man, but he keeps getting his right foot caught.

“Drop your elbows some, when they’re too high it’s easier for the rope to catch.”

“Oh, thanks.”

His new gym buddy is winded when they’re done, but follows him eagerly over to the mats for his core workout. He’s better at that, though Joseph still has to correct the position of his back the first time. They move through cardio, weights, and cool down with no conversation that isn’t directly related to body position or technique. By the end, the newcomer is soaked with sweat. And..smiling?

“That was fucking brutal. Can we do it again some time?”

If you, um, really want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Joseph smiles back, “I’m here every day after work. So you can come find me…”

“Barclay” the taller man fills in his unasked question.

“Joseph. Oh, and try to get some shoes with better traction soon. You’ll have an easier time.”

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“You okay there?” Barclay looks at Joseph from the treadmill on his left, “you seem kinda low energy today.”

“I ate too small a lunch.” He hits the stop button, walks as the belt slows, “I’ll be fine once I fish my power bar out of my glovebox on the way home.”

“Or you could, uh, you could come get dinner with me? There’s a great spot two blocks from here; it’s my favorite stop after you put me through my paces.”

Joseph thinks about downing a protein shake while wandering his empty apartment.

“That sounds great.”

Barclay leads him to a diner, all yellow lights and red pleather. His friend orders a stack of waffles and fried eggs (“I’m not a big fan of syrup”) while he opts for a french dip and, on Barclay’s recommendation, a chocolate malt. When the server asks if it’s one bill or two, Barclay pays for both of them.

“Least I can do in exchange for the free personal training you’re giving me.”

“It’s not like I mind” Joseph offers him access to his french fries, “I like working out with you. I’ve, um, never had a gym buddy before. UP agents are considered weirdos at work, I’m considered odd for one of them, and, well, you’ve done my workout; it intimidates some people.”

Barclay looks at him across the formica, beard still a bit mussed from drying it after his shower, “Yo--uh, I mean, it is pretty intimidating. But like, in a good way. The kind that makes you wanna push yourself.”

Joseph allows himself a flirtatious smile, “I’m glad you appreciate it.”

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Barclay: gonna miss workout tomorrow. Got a date. Promise I’ll let you work me twice as hard on Friday.

J.S: Have fun. And you know I will, big guy.

Joseph slips his earbuds in; he’s gotten so used to their easy conversation that his best of the ‘00s playlist is jarring in it’s place. But he falls into his rhythm, is halfway through his workout when a tall, familiar shape in grey shorts hurries through the door and drops it’s water bottle next to his.

“Is everything okay?” He pops his headphones out as Barclay shakes his head.

“Date was a bust; guy was so pushy I bailed after one drink. Figured if I caught up with you the night wouldn’t totally suck.”

Joseph grabs a second mat, lays it out, “I can’t do dinner tonight; since I thought you were busy, tonight is for running errands.”

“No big.” Barclay lays next to him, their fingers brushing for a moment before Joseph counts them down.

As the evening ticks away in sets and reps, he gets increasingly worried about Barclay; his friend begs off both squats and rowing, and doesn’t join him for the ten minute cool-down jog on the treadmill. He hopes it’s just a side effect of having a beer before working out and not something more dire.

The locker room is empty on their side, and he finds Barclay leaning his forehead on the wall outside one of the shower cubicles, taking long, deliberate breaths. His shirt is off, but he’s still in his shorts. When he turns, startled by Joseph asking if he’s okay, it’s immediately obvious why.

“Sorry” Barclay is doing his best to conceal his hard-on, “this is hella embarrassing.”

“It happens” Joseph aims for a pleasant shrug even as his own cock starts acting up, “lots of friction and, um, and all that.”

“It’d be less humiliating if it was that. I, uh,” Barclay is redder than Joseph’s ever seen him, “I put a plug in before my date and, uh, I was in such a hurry to come find you once it ended that I, I didn’t take time to pull it out.”

He forces his voice to stay gentle, to not reveal the heat burbling up from his stomach, “You could have just asked me to wait a second once you got here.”

“Didn’t think of it until I sat down on the mat and realized how much I could feel the fucking thing. Like I, uh, I said, I kinda had a one track mind when I got here. I” his brown eyes are Bambi-wide when they skitter from Joseph’s gaze, “I wanted to see you.”

Shoes squeaking on the wet tile, Joseph nudges him into the stall, “Is that really it, big guy? You went through all that discomfort just for a few more seconds of being near me?”

“Uh huh” Barclay whimpers, his big, broad frame shaking when Joseph presses him against the wall.

“That’s sweet. Do you know what happens to sweet boys when they’re good?”

His friend shakes his head, hair catching across his eyes. Joseph tips his chin up, lips slightly parted in invitation. Barclay groans and drops his head down to meet him. It is, without a doubt, the messiest kiss of Joseph’s life, all sweat and odd angles like his first time in his boyfriend’s den in the July heat. The parallel is heightened by Barclay instantly grabbing his hips and humping him through his shorts.

“Joseph, babe, please, please say this is okay.” His hands tighten their hold when Joseph licks a stripe up his neck; it’s sweaty, sticky, the kind of thing he hates in porn but damn him if the doesn’t want to lick and suck Barclay until he can taste him in his sleep.

“No, it’s not.” Joseph cups his face to keep the panic he sees there at bay, “because if you cum like that, I won’t get to show you the rest of your reward.”

“Re-reward?” Barclay actually squeaks, and what can Joseph do at such a sound but kiss him once more.

“Shorts off, water on. I’ll be right back.”

Water obediently patters on the tiles as he shoves his hand deep into his gym bag; god bless emergency laundry quarters and bathroom vending machines.

He strips, joins Barclay in the shower and discovers his cock is even more pleasing than it’s outline suggested.

“Lord almighty, you’re gorgeous.” He lowers to his knees, traces the path of droplets through the hair on Barclays stomach and chest. Then he removes the first condom from its pack, rolls it down the thick cock that’s just tempting him to abandon his plan, then slips the second one on his finger.

“Fuck, this has gotta be a dream, right? Because it’s the same one I’ve jerked off to for fucking weeks.”

“No, big guy, it’s not.” Joseph reaches between Barclay legs, “oh shit, you’ve been wearing this all night?”

“AHnnnuhhuh” Barclay moans as Joseph toys with the base of the plug.

“And you still did a huge chunk of our workout. I’m impressed, big guy, impressed and very, very, very pleased.” He kisses his cock on each very, Barclay letting out an “uhn” at each one. As he slides the plug free he continues, “To think, your date was so unpleasant he missed out on not only your charm and your handsome face, but the fact you were prepared enough to prep for him.”

“His loss is my gain ohfuck, Joseph, baby, please-” Barclays cock bobs in the air as Joseph teases his ass. When he presses in Barclay gasps, Joseph praying the droplets hitting the walls lend any escaping sounds an air of plausible deniability.

“Nice and open. Good boy.” Joseph slowly works his finger in and out, building up to two almost immediately. He nuzzles Barclays cock, “do you always bottom?”

“M-most of the timeOH, god” His head lolls back when Joseph takes his cock into his mouth, sucking lazily as he fucks him open, “I like it, makes me feel taken care of.”

Joseph eases in a third finger, let’s his cock fall from his mouth as water collects in his eyelashes. Barclay is staring down at him, hair several shades darker as it plasters to his face and eyes hopeful.

“In that case” Joseph times his upstrokes to his thrusts, “how about you come to my place on Sunday? I’ve got a whole box of cocks to choose from; we could work our way through them.”

“Yes, ohfuckyesplease.”

“We could play around with positions too” He can see Barclay’s muscles flexing in new ways as he begins bucking his hips, chasing the tender pressure of Joseph’s fist, “I bet you look great on all fours, and I know what you look like with your ass in the air already. You in my lap, that could be fun--oh, ohshit” he laughs as Barclay nearly fucks himself off his fingers, “you like that, like the idea of sitting in my lap like the big, sweet boy you are while I fuck you, like the thought of cumming on my cock and then going to fetch the next one, of me not letting you stop until we’ve been thorough and found your favorite because that’s what you deserve-”

“Fuck!” Barclay moans, hands slipping on the tile as he floods the tip of the condom. Joseph adds “get tested” to his mental to-do list while the other man slides down the wall like a slasher victim until they’re face to face on the floor.

“You okay, big guy?”

“Can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s just the lunges talking.”

“Please” Barclay kisses his shoulder, “please let me suck your dick.”

Joseph smacks the handle until the water turns off, scrambles to his feet and clings to the “no-slip” bar as Barclay shoves his face between his legs. He sucks his cock, occasionally opening his mouth enough to licks his folds. He’s so eager, even tries fucking into him with his tongue, big hands groping his ass while Joseph stifles his moans in his forearm. He’s going to cum in the gym shower, he’s going to cum from his first blowjob in years, he’s coming to cum from the astounding, impossibly hot man below him who he intends to dom into next fucking week-

He cums hard, the hand not bracing him on the wall dropping down to stroke Barclays hair. After a moment, he tries to grab his towel from where he tossed it, Barclay smiling up at him.

“Hey, Joseph?”

“Yes? Hah, got you” He pulls the towel in.

“I was staring at your ass that first day. I mean, I was mostly looking at your form but there was for sure some ass appreciation.”

“I fucking knew it.” Joseph begins drying him off, “just for that you owe me dinner again.”

“Thought you had errands.”

“Shit. How do you feel about a romantic, pre-dinner Target run?”

“I’d love it.”

[seanfalco]

Pizza & Blindfolds | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98​

Word Count: 3.9k Warnings: Smut (Fingering, Oral - f!receiving, Blindfolds, Rough Sex)

[ masterlist ]

"Hey everyone! Who's hungry?" Lydia walked through the door after another boring interview; she’s brought a pizza back with her, knowing she wouldn't wanna get in the kitchen after the day she’d had.

"Loves of my life? I brought dinner!"

"Hmm something smells good!” her Nathan called, coming out of the room. "I'm starvin'."

“Oh, you angel,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed from the couch, pushing himself half up to watch her as she entered.

“Oh darn, I was gunna cook us all dinner in a few minutes,” Win joked from where she sat on the floor next to the couch, her guitar in hand.

"Good think I saved everyone," Lydia placed the box on the coffee table and went to the kitchen, kicking her shoes away in the process. "I'm gonna get some water, what do you guys want?" "Same," Lyddie's Nathan sat next to Win on the floor, pulling her onto his lap.

“Water sounds good— oh,” Win exclaimed as his arms entwined her.

“Well, I was gunna ask for a beer, but I don’t wanna be th’only one,” Win’s Nathan grumbled.

Lyddie's Nathan seemed pleased with Win’s reaction. The last few days the girls had been... cozy. Giving the boys a lot to watch, but not much room for proper action, so that night, he decided to change things up a bit.

"Don't worry, I'll join you then,” Lydia said, looking over her shoulder with a smile before opening the fridge to get the drinks.

“Wait, I want one too then!” Win whined with a laugh, setting her guitar off to the side.

"Make it four!" Lyddie's Nathan rolled his eyes with a grin. "If Lyds is drinking I might as well..." he murmured before pressing his lips to Win's neck.

"Alright, let's leave trying to be healthy for another night then," Lydia laughed, bringing four bottles and joining Win's Nathan on the couch. "Turn on the TV, baby," she said to no one specifically.

“You got it babe,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, grabbing the remote and turning it on to find something to watch as he took a swig from his bottle. “Got anythin’ specific in mind?” he asked, pulling Lyddie closer to his side.

Win squirmed in Nathan’s lap as he kissed her, almost spilling her beer as she accepted it from Lydia with a smile. “Nathan,” she exclaimed, somewhere between a hiss and a sigh, while making no move to actually stop him.

"What? Did I do somethin'?" Lyddie's Nathan sounded almost offended while he reached to grab a slice of pizza with a shit-eating smirk.

"Hmmm... how about a sitcom? There must be a How I Met Your Mother marathon on somewhere," Lydia rested her legs on Win's Nathan's lap, drinking slowly from her bottle.

“You know what’re you doing,” Win hissed, turning to poke him in the stomach before grabbing a slice of pizza, to hide her grin.

“Sure thing Lollipop,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, flipping through the channels as he rested his arm over her legs, idly massaging her calf with his free hand, settling on Modern Family.

"Perfect," Lydia sighed, already halfway through her first slice. "I had such a huge crush on Sarah Hyland growing up," she laughed, only half aware of what was happening on the floor.

"Me? I have no idea what y'mean..." Lyddie's Nathan leaned in to kiss Win's neck again, this time, followed by a bite. "Ooops."

“Oops, huh,” Win replied wryly, her breath catching as she pressed back against his chest, writhing slightly in his lap.

Win’s Nathan glanced down, noticing Win giggle and he frowned before glancing over at Lydia thoughtfully. Wetting his lips, he ran his hand up further along her leg, giving it a squeeze. “Uh huh, I can see why,” he mused.

Lydia gasped silently as Win's Nathan's hand reached her thigh, but she kept eating, not really understand what was happening with the boys. "It's weird for me to watch this today knowing how these kids will look in 10 years," she laughed.

“It’s a little weird, but not in a bad way,” Win’s Nathan replied, rubbing his thumb in a circle against her skin.

"Yeah, I guess not," Lydia's eyes were going from the tv to the spot Win's Nathan was caressing. Maybe he's just being affectionate, she thought to herself.

"I'm just so hungry, it wasn't my fault," Lyddie's Nathan purred before pressing another kiss to the spot he bit. "Y'look so tasty, but I'll stop..."

“You don’t have to stop...” Win murmured quietly, bringing her bottle to her lips.

"Don't have to or you don't want me to?" Nathan whispered, his hand sliding down her inner thigh. "You gotta be more specific, Winnie."

“Don’t want you to...” she whispered as if the words were being dragged from her and she squirmed again, a soft moan leaving her lips.

Win’s Nathan grinned, downing the rest of his beer before leaning over Lyddie’s legs to grab another piece of pizza, accidentally dropping the slice in her lap. “Aw shit, sorry babe,” he mumbled, wiping the stray sauce from her thigh with his thumb and bringing it to his mouth.

"Oh," Lydia's eyebrows shot up, she tried her best to ignore the feeling growing inside of her. "It's okay, Nats," she tilted her head as she watched him. Okay, that was definitely intentional... what were they up to?

“Oh good,” Win’s Nathan murmured, pulling Lyddie closer, practically into his lap, his hands playing over her hips.

"Good girl," Lyddie's Nathan murmured, going back to kissing her neck, his hands discreetly roaming her body, as if the touches were unintentional.

“You’re such a little shit,” Win gasped, but the last thing she wanted him to do was stop and it took everything she had not to turn in his lap and start grinding against him.

"Uh uh, be nice, baby," Lyddie's Nathan stopped moving his hand completely, his plan was to get Win begging for him again, he couldn't stop thinking about how hot that was back in New York.

Lydia thought about asking what had gotten into them, but she was intrigued, she wanted to see where they were going with this. Finishing her dinner, she simply rested her head on Win's Nathan's chest, watching carefully what happened between Win and her own Nathan.

“Who ever said I was nice?” Win murmured, resting her head back against his shoulder, hoping he’d start touching her again. Though she’d deny it, she was very much enjoying his teasing.

"Well, if you don't wanna be nice..." Nathan leaned back, propping both hands behind his head. "That's too bad, baby, I had something planned for us tonight."

Win froze. ‘How to play this?’ she thought. She knew he wanted her to beg and she was very close to giving in and doing so, but she had more dignity than that... didn’t she?

“Oh?” she asked, forcing her voice under control. “What did you have planned?”

"I planned t'eat you out, then have you blindfolded before I have my way with you... but that's somethin' only good girls get t'do," Lyddie's Nathan drawled, making no move to touch her still.

Win bit her lip, shivering as she felt heat rush through her. Groaning, she turned in his lap to straddle him, pouting as she faced him. “I suppose I could be good... for you,” she whispered, plucking at the front of his shirt.

Win’s Nathan set his empty bottle away as he wrapped his arm around Lydia’s waist, shifting her fully into his lap before wrapping both arms around her, his hands wandering, brushing lightly over her chest.

"Hmm" Lydia let out a breathy moan, arching into his touch. "What are you doing, Natty?" she whispered, turning to face him, trying not to let on how worked up she was.

“Who, me?” Win’s Nathan asked coyly. “Nothin’, just wanted t’be close to yeh, that’s all,” he purred in her ear.

"Uhum..." she nodded, narrowing her eyes. "I know what you're doing, Nathan, clear as day," she whispered back, shivering with his voice next to her ear.

“Oh, you know, do you? And what would that be, princess?” he mused, twirling her hair between his fingers.

"You're trying to drive me mad," Lydia chuckled, trying desperately to control herself. "I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but I know you're trying to be a tease."

"Oh, that's better," Lyddie's Nathan murmured, running his thumb over Win’s lower lip before going back to kissing her neck, nipping at the skin and making sure to leave a mark. "Y'like that, baby?"

“Yes,” she breathed, clutching tighter at his shirt. “I feel like I might’ve created a monster by telling you my weaknesses,” she admitted, tilting her head to expose more of her neck to him.

"Yeah, y'did, but I'm havin' so much fun with it..." Lyddie's Nathan murmured in between kisses, his hands sliding to the small of Win's back and urging her to roll her hips. "Maybe a little bit..."

“Is it workin’?” Win’s Nathan asked with a smirk, mimicking his clone and bringing his lips to Lyddie’s neck, brushing her hair out of the way.

Lydia tried to fight a grin tugging at her lips, though she was very close to breaking and begging him to fuck her the way he did that one night at the hotel.

“Even a little?” Nathan teased, kissing her harder, enough to leave a dark hickie as he pinched at her nipples through her shirt.

"Fuck..." Lyddie mumbled under her breath, he knew what he was doing. She shifted on his lap, placing her hands on his shoulders. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"

“I do think that,” Win’s Nathan chuckled. “I can be pretty clever when I wanna be, usually when it has t’do with gettin’ in your knickers baby.”

"Oh, is that so?" Lydia bit her lip, running her fingers through his hair while pressing her forehead to his, fighting the urge to grind against his thigh. "That's cute, Natty..." she taunted before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, I’m cute and clever,” Win’s Nathan murmured, capturing her lips again. “What d’you say I make you feel real good babygirl? You’ve had such a long day, you deserve t’be pampered.”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” Win groaned, though there was no heat to her protest and she gave in, rolling her hips against Lyddie’s Nathan as she slipped her arms around his neck.

"I love you too..." Nathan snaked his hands under Win's shirt, blindly kneading her breasts while trailing kisses all the way up until his lips met hers.

Moaning into his mouth Win ground against him again desperately, kissing him roughly. “You—mentioned—something about a—blindfold?” she murmured between kisses. “I want you so bad, Natty,” she whined, past caring about trying to play hard to get any longer.

Lyddie's Nathan hummed in response, that's exactly the reaction he wanted. "I love how you get needy like this," he groaned. "Can you feel how hard I am, Winnie? All for you..."

“Lyddie’s not the only one who likes to be teased sometimes,” she laughed. “Fuuuck— you’re so hard,” she gasped. “You’re so hot, Nathan.”

Lyddie's Nathan took Win's hand to help her up. "Let's get you ready, shall we?" he looked pointedly at the room before lifting her up and carrying her to bed.

"Please," Lydia breathed helplessly. "I want you, Natty," she finally snapped, kissing him back hungrily, pressing her body against his. "Please make me feel good? I need it so bad..."

“Whatever you want baby,” Win’s Nathan moaned, lifting her and rolling her to her back, fumbling with her jeans.

"I tried to resist, I wanted to play hard to get, but I guess I'm not very good at it," Lyddie laughed, ripping off her shirt. "But you don't make it easy either..."

“Aw you’re good at it, I’m just better at teasin’ yeh,” Win’s Nathan joked, pulling Lyddie’s bra down so he could tease her piercing with his tongue. Drawing her nipple into his mouth.

"Yeah, a little too good sometimes..." Lydia moaned, feeling the arousal pooling between her legs. "You don't happen to read minds, do you?" she giggled, her chest heaving with desire.

“And what if I could read your mind, hmmm?” Win’s Nathan waggled his eyebrows as he reached between her legs.

"Well, that would be unfortunate..." Lydia's eyes widened in terror, what if he actually bought that power and just never told her? "My mind is a weird place to be," she exclaimed, trying to gloss over it and focus on his hand between her legs, pulling him closer, chasing his lips.

“I was only jokin’, I can’t actually read minds, but I do know yeh pretty well, at least, I’d like t’think I do,” Win’s Nathan murmured, slipping his hand under Lydia’s knickers. “My mind’s pretty fucked up as well, y’know,” he said, kissing his way down her body.

"Oh, yeah, I suppose," Lydia exhaled shakily, feeling her body relax, each kiss only making her want him more and more. "I know, I like that about you," she admitted.

“I’m glad,” Win’s Nathan mused as he kissed her over her knickers before easing them down. “Are y’gunna be a good girl for me?” he asked, tasting her.

"Yes!" Lydia gasped, looking down down to watch Win's Nathan between her legs. "I'll be so good, I promise," she whimpered. "I'll do anything you want."

“I know you will be, Lollipop,” Win’s Nathan drawled. “And anythin’?” he teased, lapping at her gently.

"Anything," Lydia sighed, stroking his hair as her mind started to wander imagining all the things he could do to her. "I'm yours to use, all yours."

"That's right, missy," Win's Nathan groaned, lifting his face once more. "Tell me exactly what you want, and I'll give it t'you. But you hafta be specific. I wanna hear you say it."

"I want you to..." Lydia thought for a second, watching Win's Nathan's face. She swallowed thickly before gathering her thoughts again. "I want you to fuck me, hard, and kiss me so I can taste you, and pull my hair like you did that one time," she whispered, carefully dancing around her own ideas.

Nathan’s grin grew and he pushed himself up, nipping at her inner thigh first, before snapping his fingers and magicking their clothes away. “Good girl, Lyddie, now come sit in my lap,” he instructed, curling his finger as he sat back, reaching for her left over beer and taking a long swig, finishing off her bottle.

"Yes, Natty," Lydia obediently moved into his lap, intoxicated by his praise and hypnotized by the sight of him drinking, watching closely the movement of his adam's apple.

As soon as Lydia straddled him, Win's Nathan pulled her in for a passionate kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he bucked up into her, holding her by the back of the neck to keep her close, his other arm wrapping round her waist.

Lydia moaned into his mouth, holding firmly onto his shoulders as she rolled her hips greedily, seeking her own pleasure. "You taste so good, Natty," she murmured before their lips crashed once again.

"Thought y'might like that, baby," Win's Nathan panted as he bucked into Lydia roughly, grunting softly with each thrust. His hand on her neck tangled in her long cotton candy locks and he gave a sharp tug, forcing her head back, exposing her neck to him. Smirking at her gasp his lips found her throat as he fucked her, marking her with each demanding open mouthed kiss.

"Oh, please, give it to me," Lydia pleaded, the pain mixing with pleasure creating a confusing and wonderful sensation that grew with each kiss. "I want all of you, even the parts other people don't like, I want all of it."

Lydia had always been submissive, but Win's Nathan brought that out even more, it's like he had some sort of power over her that made her want to be used by him.

"Fuck, I love you Lollipop," Nathan exclaimed, biting into her shoulder hard as he bucked into her rougher than before, making her whole body bounce, her tits jiggling in front of his face. "Will you come for me babygirl? Huh? I need you. I need t'feel you clenching around me."

Lyddie hummed in response, af this point unable to form a full sentence. "Nathan..." was all she could manage to say as she felt her body reacting beyond her control. At his words, she let go and came undone, collapsing on top of him.

Win's Nathan buried himself as deep as he could as he came, burying his face in the crook of her neck as she collapsed atop him. Catching his breath he gently stroked her hair as he held her to his chest. "So good, Lyddie, y'did so damn good. Fuck, I love you babygirl."

"I love you too," Lydia took a deep breath, looking up to kiss Win's Nathan's neck. "You were amazing, Nats, you really do know me..." she blindly reached into the pizza box to get another slice. "Now you made me hungry again," Lyddie scolded playfully, noticing that the tv was still on.

Win's Nathan chuckled, reaching for a slice for himself as well. "Yeah, me too, you really wore me out Lollipop," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before taking a bite.

"I'll get us more beer," Lydia got up after kissing his cheek softly, glancing over her shoulder to watch him with a grin. "Next time I'll do the teasing," she cocked one eyebrow defiantly.

"Oh I would love t'see that, darlin'," Win's Nathan drawled, watching her as she walked to the kitchen, his eyes following each sway of her perfect ass.

——

Win clung to Lyddie’s Nathan as he carried her, falling back to the bed as he tossed her down with a laugh.

Looked through the dresser for a second Nathan pulled out one of Lyd's scarves. "If y'want me to stop, just let me know, okay?"

Win nodded, watching him carefully, the anticipation killing her. “I’ve never been blindfolded before,” she admitted, stretching out on the bed.

"Lyddie told me," Nathan flashed her a wicked grin. "I think you'll love it," he leaned over Win, carefully covering her eyes with the silk scarf, while placing soft kisses on her jaw.

Win grinned as soon as her eyes were covered, reaching up to feel Lyddie’s Nathan’s face. “You gunna make me feel good Natty? Because I’m ready,” she murmured, grinning.

"Good, I wanna make you scream, Winnie," he said, slowly undressing her, placing kisses in random places, watching as Win squirmed every time he touched her. "That's for being so good," he parted her legs and took her clit between his lips.

“Maybe I should be good more often if this is how you react,” Win sighed, squirming under his mouth. “Oh Nathan—“ she cried softly, burying her hands in his curls.

"I think so too," Lyddie's Nathan smiled before he dragged his tongue up Win's slit, savoring her arousal, while his hands teased her nipples. "Don't you dare come until I say so,” he growled.

“Mmm, and what will you do t’me if I come before then?” Win asked cheekily, loving to see how much she could get away with, how far she could push him.

"Then I won't touch you again for a month..." Lyddie's Nathan knew he couldn't keep that promise and it wasn't exactly a threat in a relationship with four people, but he liked to think it was.

“I don’t believe you,” Win countered, wishing she could see his expression, unsure if he was bluffing or not.

"Try me, see how well that goes for ya," Lyddie's Nathan purred before sliding two fingers inside of her. "So tight... I can't wait t'shag you senseless."

Whatever Win was gunna say melted on her tongue and all she could do was moan as she rolled her hips, wanting more. "I don't know if I could go a whole month without your touch," she whispered, her fingers tightening in his hair. "I'd miss you too much."

"I'd miss you too, that's why you tell me when you're gettin' close, right?" Lyddie's Nathan brushed his lips teasingly around Win's inner thighs before running his tongue along her skin, watching closely for her reaction.

“Yes, Natty, I’ll tell you when I’m close—“ Win whined, squirming. “Please fuck me, please touch me, I’ll be good!” she begged. “I need you!”

"Aw, Winnie baby, you look adorable like this," Lyddie's Nathan caught Win's lips in a passionate kiss, while he quickly replaced his fingers with his cock, thrusting into her mercilessly. "Like this? Is this what y'want?"

"Mhmm," she hummed, instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders, gasping as he filled her. "Oh, you feel so good, Nathan! Please fuck me like the good girl I am!" she cried, her lips twisting with amusement for a moment before her mouth fell open with pleasure, being blindfolded added a whole new layer of excitement to it.

"Oh yeah, such a good girl for me..." Lyddie's Nathan moaned, each thrust followed by a touch or a kiss somewhere unexpected, hoping to take Win by surprise. "So needy, so desperate... I'll give ya what y'need, baby.”

"Yes, oh please, Natty! Please! Rougher—" Win babbled, her cries descending into incoherent sounds, needy and raw as she clutched at him, feeling her climax building with each thrust.

"I'm—I'm getting close," she gasped obediently.

For a moment she almost decided to see if he really would hold to his promise. It wasn't as though she really needed him to get off, not with Lydia or her Nathan in the house, but she had meant it when she said she'd miss him. Lyddie's Nathan fucked her differently than the others. Each of her lovers bringing a different experience to their lovemaking.

"Good, don't come yet, baby," Nathan asked, despite being really close himself. He slowed down for a moment, still making sure to thrust as deep as he could. "Tell me why I should let you come, do you think you deserve it, baby girl?" his hand reached for her clit, circling it just to make things a little bit more interesting.

"Ah—" Win gasped, writhing against the added pleasure. "I've been good for you, haven't I, Natty? I could've been bad, but I wasn't. Please let me come. Please, I wanna come with you. Wanna feel you fill me up," she moaned, her voice cracking while her short nails bit into his shoulders.

"Yeah, I s'pose you were..." Nathan took a few more seconds to think, smirking down at Win. "Go ahead, baby, you were so good, I wanna see you come for me," he moved vigorously into her, his finger still teasing her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Win cried out, louder than usual as her orgasm gripped her and she tensed under Lyddie's Nathan, arching her back as he thrust into her several more times, the sensation of his finger on her clit almost too much, and completely spent she collapsed back, giving a twitch as she panted, reaching for him blindly.

Lyddie's Nathan pumped into Win a couple more times before pulling out, panting, he was exhausted, but it was worth it. "So, how was that?" He held her close, lifting her blindfold before placing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Mmm, that felt amazing, babe," Win purred, holding him close. "I love you so much," she whispered against his chest. "I really like the blindfold, we should do that again."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Lyddie's Nathan smiled, kissing the top of Win's head. "I'll remember that... Seems like I know another one of your weaknesses now," he teased.

"Mmm, you're definitely learning them aren't you," Win mused with a small smile, tracing his jaw with her fingers. "I bet you'd enjoy wearing it while I teased you. With my mouth on your cock," she laughed, already making plans.

Tag list: @magic-multicolored-miracle @midnightseance @messengeronthemoon @the-freckled-luba @firstpersonnarrator  @spanishmossmagnolia @salvador-daley @forenschik @a-ghoulish-tale @love-is-dirty-baby @captainsheeballs

[lyricalimerence]

Fairy Pick-Up Lines - Rudy Pankow

word count: 1601

a/n: i hate editing so sorry if the grammar is tRaSh. this one's for the USS group chat 🥺 and @jayjaymaebank for the idea. also i totally just realized i was inspired by @calumbroutledge for the last part with the pancakes ily

summary: reader texts rudy dirty fairy comments and he gets always ( without fail ) gets flustered

warnings: fluff, DIRTY ASS FAIRY COMMENTS

Music blared through the apartment, the regular lights dimmed and disco lights throwing a miniature rave in your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Rudy. Him and his cast mates just returned from filming their show, Outer Banks, and while you visited him on set occasionally, you missed him. A lot.

You missed his stupid smirk when he makes you blush and you missed his early morning cooking and you especially missed seeing his flustered reactions to you texting him dirty pick-up lines while you two are across the room from each other, people standing in your paths.

You leant against the kitchen counter, Madelyn and Madison standing next to you on your left.

"Y/N, look," Madelyn said, pointing towards where the boys are congregated. Rudy and Drew were standing on top of the coffee table, having a shotgunning contest to see who could down the can the fastest. Rudy won, dropping his can in triumph as he looks across the room to catch your eye. He saw you, his girl, clapping slowly for him with a smile. He smirked, sending you a cocky wink.

You raised your eyebrows, calling to him, "Is this a challenge?" The blond boy that had your heart wrapped around his finger shrugged, hopping down from the table and falling back into conversation with JD and Chase.

Finding your phone that was behind the counter, you pulled up your message thread with Rudy.

Y/N

babe, you really pulled that off 😌🧚‍♀️👏 next time make it my clothes 🥺🦋💞

The two Maddies looked over your shoulder, biting the inside of their cheeks to keep themselves from laughing as they heard Rudy's phone ding across the room. Rudy fished his phone out of the front pocket of his jeans. The second the glow of his phone screen hit his face, you could see the capillaries under his cheeks flushing at the sight of your text.

The other boys, too into their conversation to notice Rudy's otherwise preoccupancy, continue filling the room with their laughter as they elbowed Rudy to join in. Looking up from his phone at you, the flashing lights in your shared apartment distort the view of the blush that spread across his face.

You smirk back at him, jokingly mimicking how he did moments earlier to you. He opened his mouth to say something, but as you morph your expression to be completely innocent, he no longer could find the words, leaving him to look like a gaping fish in your living room.

.❀.

The next morning, you and Rudy were walking to Santa Monica beach to play SpikeBall with the cast of Outer Banks. Rudy was so excited that you were getting along with his new friends so well, after only ever being able to meet them briefly in Charleston.

Halfway through Rudy's game with Drew, JD, and Austin, they took a break to drink their beer disguised by water bottles. As the boys were discussing which team was winning, Rudy reached over to you and gently pulled your sunglasses off of where they sat on the top of your head to shield his own eyes.

"Babe, who do you think is winning?" Rudy asked you, putting his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into his side.

"Oh, definitely JD and Austin, no doubt." You replied, getting high fives from the two, and a playing shove from your boyfriend.

"Ouch, Y/N," the blond said, turning around to check his phone for any messages. While his back was turned, you fished your cell from your bag slung from your shoulder.

Y/N

what's the difference between the sunglasses and me 🧚‍♀️ 💫❓the sunglasses sit higher on your face 😌💞🥰

As the familiar chime of a new message rolled in on Rudy's phone, you watched as his back muscles stiffened. He cleared his throat with an air of uncertainty and cleared the notification off his screen before putting his phone back on the towel beside you.

Rudy tried to keep his eye contact on the guys as they returned to their SpikeBall championship, but he found his eyes travel back to you. He realized you had been watching him, your poker face of a supportive girlfriend stuck to your face as you spoke with Madelyn.

When you noticed his stare, you waved with a bright smile, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper red and miss the ball when he reached out the spike it.

.❀.

A couple months later, the cast plus you were at Madelyn's apartment. Standing around, drinking beers, doing Instagram lives to give the fans of the new show some cast content. You felt pretty damn awkward, having no actual part in the show or the making of the show, and knowing that there were numerous teenage girls that had crushes on Rudy.

The whole crush thing didn't bother you, it was the potentially hateful things they might say. Maddie holding the phone so you and Rudy weren't in the frame.

The two of you were standing in the kitchen while you rounded up snacks for everyone. Cheez-its for Chase, fruit snacks for JD when he was going to be guested on the live, and cookies that you had made with Rudy the previous night for everyone else.

You grabbed the tray of food and started walked over to your group of friends, Rudy's arm wrapped loosely around your lower back as he walked with you. Once you placed the tray onto the coffee table in the center of the room, Rudy held onto you tighter.

Remembering that you had a penny in your back pocket, you pulled out your phone, ready to cluster your boyfriend.

Y/N

the penny in my back jeans pocket 💍🧚‍♀️ 💫 but the penny is your hand 💐🦋💞

You hid the screen from Rudy as you type and hit send. Immediately following your text, all most in time with the ding on Rudy's phone, Chase took the phone from Maddie, showing you and Rudy in the background.

Checking his phone, Rudy's face instantly light up beet red. You found it much harder to keep a straight face at his flustered expression when he was standing directly next to you. Without a word, Rudy slipped the hand that was around your waist into your back pocket, making you stiffen.

As Chase read the comments on the live, he turned around to see Rudy whisper something to you.

"Babe, you've gotta stop doing that." He placed his mouth against your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. Involuntarily, you tilted your chin to plant a kiss on his cheek, "I dunno, it's kind of fun for me."

"Hey, Toot, Y/N?" Chase said finally, pulling your attention to him and the phone. Rudy's face instantly returned to it's blushed state, the catharsis of flustering you slightly vanishing.

You were less startled, more nervous of whether your boyfriend's fans would react negatively, but as Chase handed Rudy the phone, you couldn't help but smile at some of the nice things people were saying. They thought you and your boyfriend were cute together.

That made you blush.

.❀.

The next week was your birthday and you woke up to a Rudy sized empty space in the bed next to you. Standing out of bed, the t-shirt you were wearing ( which was definitely Rudy's ) fell to your knees. As you stretched your back, it was like your senses woke up and the scent of pancakes filled the room.

Venturing out of the safety of your bedroom, the soft patter of your feet against the cool laminate floor was no match against the speakers playing American Idiot by Green Day extremely loudly in your apartment.

The scent of Rudy's cooking and the sound of the song blended together, blurring your senses in euphoria. It was already turning out to be a great birthday. You followed the scent and the sound to the kitchen where Rudy was standing shirtless in his sweatpants, his tricep flexing every time he flipped a pancake.

You walked up behind him and hugged him, resting your cheek against his shoulder blade.

"Happy birthday, love." Rudy said, only receiving a hum from you as a response and a light kiss between his shoulder blades. "Do you have your phone on you?"

"No, why?" You replied, squeezing him lightly in the hug.

"'Cause right now seems like a situation you would text me one of those fairy message things."

As if he could sense the smirk growing across your face, he slightly tensed in between your arms. Pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, and placing your lips next to his ear, you whispered, "I have a cake, now just stick the candle in."

Rudy fumbled to get all of the pancakes off the griddle and turn off the stove, but when he did, he spun around and pushed you against the kitchen counter opposite the oven.

"I'm pretty sure I've said you gotta stop doing that." Rudy said, his warm breath fanning you face as you looked up at him. Your bottom lip caught itself in between your teeth as you try to keep your poker face intact, but as the blond's eyes darkened in lust you found it very difficult.

"I told you I thought it was fu—"

Before you could finish your statement reminiscing the week before in Cline's apartment, Rudy slammed his lips against yours, causing you to fluster before you melted into the kiss.

You missed seeing his reactions to your fairy pickup lines while he was filming, but this reaction was new. But you liked it.

tags!! @outrbank @drew-starkey @anonymous0writer @katie-avery @lovingxjj and @rudys-pankow for that great sunglasses line

[nadezhda-wexler]

A Moment In Time, Again and Again

Hello @xoxobuckybarnes, It is I, your Summer Fic Exchange writer for @b99fandomevents.  Thank you for all your amazing prompts, but I ended up choosing “The Squad after ten years”. I really hope you enjoy it.

Also a few points:

 1) The whole story is non-linear. It’s like a series of snapshots. It’s related, but chronologically the don’t really make sense

2) It is smut adjacent? Implied smut? Idk, It’s just a few lines because honestly, it’s my first time writing anything like that

3) There might be some spelling errors and grammatical error, sorry if they put a damper on your experience

4) Thank you @b99fandomevents for giving this chance

5) MOST IMPORTANTLY: I hope you enjoy it.

There were many reasons Amy thought that might bring the squad together- well, mainly one- Scully dying (the man was already decaying when she was in the precinct), but this was not it. In fact, this was the opposite of it.

  She reads the sign again, still wondering if she dreamt it up. But nope. Norm Scully and Cindy Shatz were indeed getting married. 

  Amy walks into her old turf: Shaw’s Bar. She feels like she stepped into another universe, everything is different, but somehow, the same. It’s the place she came to right after her wedding. The stools are different and the bar more worn, but the place still feels warm like her wedding night. The back door leads right to the alley where she once tried to conceive (that was a low point) and judging by the fact the Hitchcock is standing right outside the bathroom with Scully nowhere in sight, she guesses even the bathroom smells (stinks) the same. 

  Her eyes sweep over the room, she can see Rosa and Gina huddles together and she already feels bad for their victim, Holt and Kevin are talking to Terry- it never stops amusing her seeing the very passionate Captain Jeffords squared against impassive Retd Captain Holt and Kevin. Charles is haranguing the caterers, when she hears a voice from behind: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

They had just gotten into the airport- Jake is bringing all their luggage while she is trying to get her children to calm down. While Maya knows everyone in the squad, Mac has lived with them more. So Mac has decided to fill in the blanks. His stories are wild and absolutely untrue and Maya is hanging onto each word. She was looking to see where her husband was when Maya suddenly tugged her hand and asked in wonder “Did Daddy really catch a thief by sending Mac in undercover?” “No. Your daddy never sent Mac undercover because he isn’t a cop and he is a baby”. “Well, I am not a baby and dad did do that, he just didn’t tell you”

 “What didn’t I tell your mom?”Jake joins them, luggage in tow. “That you sent me undercover to catch that thief” “Mac”, Jake says with fake indignation. “You weren’t supposed to tell that. It was our secret”  Mac’s eyes has that same mischievous glint she has seen a million times on her husband’s face as he says he told her to maya and launches into his story. They’re loading their luggage into the cart when Jake’s phone buzzes. “That’s Charles and he has already called me 5 times and messaged me a lot. I stopped counting after 10”, Jake says. “Kids, your Uncle Charles is waiting. You know how he gets when you are late!”, he adds.

  Mac, without any prompt, holds his sister's hands, so as to not lose her, still continuing with the  stories of his feats, she’s sure, without missing a beat. Her heart swells as she watches her kids, Mac being a protective older brother and Maya holding onto his hands and words. Her husband’s hand slips into hers as he asks “You ready to go?” She couldn’t be happier.

"Captain Santiago"

"Captain Holt! Hi!" Apparently even his retirement hasn't made Santiago less flustered. He won't deny there is a part of him that enjoys the reverence. "How was your first year running a precinct, Captain?" He enjoys calling her Captain almost as much as she enjoys hearing it. 

"Great! Super cool. Fantastic. Dope. No diggity no doubt" He briefly wonders if she had a stroke. 

"Okay, you saw right through me. It's not been easy. Manhattan is completely different from Brooklyn. The squad is also new, they all just transferred about a month or two before me. So they don't even know each other so everyone is walking on tiptoes. And they follow everything I say, but don't really see me as a leader."

"Well, the first precinct I ran, I had a detective who only cared about closing cases, everyone in the squad thought I was a robot, my two best detectives had a bet with each other, my Sargent was chained to the desk and the office administrator was Gina and I had Hitchcock and Scully"

"You are right. I shouldn't complain. I don't have a Hitchcock and Scully"

"No. But that was not what I was trying to say. Once I got closer to all of them, I realised that the detective who did not care, cares not just care about closing cases, the bet made both detectives better, my Sargent saved my life, Gina is still Gina and that being a robot doesn't make me a worse Captain. What you need to do Santiago, is trust your squad. You have a unique opportunity to build this team. But you cannot do that without unflinching trust. So trust them. Help them and let them help you. And if you ever feel the need, please do not hesitate to contact me. I might have retired from the force, but not from being your mentor"

"Wow! Thank you so much Captain. That means the world to me." Some people might call Amy Santiago a teacher's pet in an attempt to mock her, but the truth is she is a teacher's pet because she is a brilliant student. She revels in learning and enjoys implementing her knowledge even more. She is a teacher's pet not just because she is adept at brown nosing- which she admittedly does sometimes, but because she will be the student that teachers can one day be proud of. He might tell her this if it did not make her explode and also because Amy Santiago understands him, so he just smiles.

  They had barely reached the terminal before Charles pounced on Jake. Amy and the kids barely had the time to move away from being hit. Genevieve and Amy unload the luggage while the kids catch up. It takes the men one whole minute before they let go. 

  "Genevieve, thank you so much for taking the kids", Amy says.

  "Of course Nikolaj loves hanging out with Mac and Maya. It's my pleasure to watch them."

  "Still, thank you! And Jake-"

  "NO!", Charles almost pushes her down trying to get between Jake and her. "You get him every other day Amy, you cannot poach him away today."

  "Charles, I am not trying to poach him away. I just wanted to tell him to enjoy the night and have fun. Also you visited not three weeks ago and you guys FaceTime constantly."

  "FaceTiming is not the same Amy! It has been 28 days, 14 hours aaand three minutes since I have been covered in Jake's musk"

  “Ugh! Alright", Jake says. "Charles, why don't you take these two bags and load them into the cab while Amy and I bring the rest?"

  "Okay.", Charles says almost defeatedly. "Don't be late."

  Jake turns to her. "So what are your plans again?"

  "I will go to the hotel, have a long bath after which Rosa and Gina will come pick me up for the bachelorette party after which both will crash with me because according to Gina quote if I am going to stand next to you as a bridesmaid, you need to at least be six and you need help with that unquote"

  "I still can't believe Cindy asked you and Gina to be one of the bridesmaids"

  "Well, we did help them get together."

  "Yeah. And as this goes on, I will be with Charles hoping whatever he made is edible and missing you terribly"

  "Stop being a sap Peralta. And have fun tonight"

  "It’s Peralta- Santiago, FYI. And I will 100% have fun, but I'm still gonna miss you. I gotta go before Charles comes back. I love you"

  "I love you too."

   It was a tiring night and Amy just wants to take her makeup off and she really wants to be out of this dress for more than one reason. As much as she loves her kids- and that is a lot- she is glad that they wanted to stay at Holt's place. The kids love their Fauxpas (they are her kids, of course they know what faux pas means and more importantly, when Mac very proudly said it, both Kevin and Holt agreed that "it is a humorous wordplay"). Mac can never get enough of Holt's stories and Maya loves the Classics. She can recite Odyssey from memory. And both of them get away with things that only they (and maybe her husband) can- some stains of orange juice, mud in the house, a few broken glasses- all.of these are forgiven because it's their fauxchildren's doing (it doesn't work as well, but Holt was proud and Maya laughed and so it stuck). And after two days of wedding prep, she really needs a day without being worried about someone breaking something or constantly screaming. And even more than that with the way her husband has been looking at her all night, she really, really needs to be the one screaming. 

   She is halfway through taking off her makeup when Jake, sans jacket, (but with tie and damn, her husband looks fine) walks in. He puts his hand on her waist. "Babe, do you know how hot you look?"

  "Oh is it the running mascara that does it for you?"

  He pulls her in closer and from his look she knows that the screaming she was hoping is definitely happening. He says in a low voice  into her ear, "No. It's you." It's like each word he says vibrates inside her. "You having been driving me crazy all day. You in that blue dress. You knowing exactly how amazing your butt looks in that dress. You taking control when everything was falling apart. It's you Ames who does it for me."

  She turns around and pulls him by the tie and kisses him hard and he's lifting her up onto the counter, kissing every bit of her as he lowers his head between her legs. She thanks the stars that this is her life partner.

  (And later she'll counting the same as Jake twists his wrist in the way that he knows will bring over the edge.)

  Every time Jake sees his wife, he falls in love with her a little more. Which he wouldn't have believed possible sixteen years ago. She hasn't spotted him, so he takes her in for a minute. Every time he steps into Shaw's Bar, he remembers walking in as a newly wed couple. Sure afterwards the evening did take a turn, but until then it was perfect. Except before that when there was a bomb threat and an actual bomb and Teddy proposing like a thousand times. Wow, his wedding day was a mess. But still it was one of the happiest days of his life because even through all that, he was hitched to the most beautiful woman in the world. Who is now watching everyone waiting for him. 

  So he walks up to her, drinks in hand and says, “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

  "Ooh , Casablanca", she takes a glass. "Yes. Charles and I watched it yesterday. We didn't even know what was going on half the time because Charles was crying and making noises half the time."

  "Oh, just Charles?" "Okay fine I was crying a little too. Okay a lot. Fine I was the one who was crying the most. Happy?"

  "Oh babe. It's cute that you think you should say that to me as if you didn't watch it for the first time with me"

 "Oh yeah. Well, I tried. Oh before you ask, the kids are all at the Jeffords' house and Cagney and Lacey are keeping an eye on them. And the best part: without a babysitter's fee."

  "Wow, I really missed friends' kids doing things for us for free. Remember when we babysat Cagney and Lacey for like three days straight, without even thinking of money?"

  "And if we were to go by the amount our babysitters charge, we'd have enough money to buy Orangina for a whole month." 

  They move to the counter, perched on the barstools. "You know Captain Holt just called me Captain"

  "He's been calling you a Captain for a year babe, you know, cause you've been a Captain for a year!" 

  "I know! Can you believe?!" 

  "Of course, because you are awesome and amazing"

  "Oh, and he also said that he's still my mentor and that I can call him for advice any time."

   "Wow, obviously today was a big day for you"  

  "I know" Her whole face is lit up. Her cheeks are flushed, from the drinks and the running around making things happen, from the many catching up and from the fact that her mentor called her Captain. Once again he's a little bit more in love. His eyes catch Cindy and Scully awkwardly shuffling around trying to dance. Hitchcock is trying to hide the fact that he's disappointed, but doing a pretty bad job of it. He sees Charles and Genevieve almost having sex which apparently is how they dance. The music changes to something familiar and his wife looks amazing and he wants to dance with her very much. "Amy Santiago- Peralta, may I have this dance? And don't worry, it's reinforced shoes so I won't even know if you step on me." "Ha ha Peralta- Santiago. You are my teacher, so if I'm stepping on your toes, it's your own fault"

  "Wow, blaming the victim." 

  They are on the dance floor, her hand in his, hand on his shoulder, his on her waist. He can see every little detail on her face, the mascara running a bit, lipstick that's smudged. Her perfectly set hair, falling around the edges. She's beautiful. 

    "I wonder why all the greatest love stories are so tragic"

  "Because that's what makes them great. The fact that their love is so powerful that it's unattainable."

  "Well I think that it's stupid."

  "What?"

  "That the greatest love of our life is the one we don't have. It's categorically untrue. My favourite love story has a happy ending anyway"

  "You mean Morticia and Gomez?"

  "That's my second favourite"

  "Well, what's your first?"

  "Ours, of course" She smiles and that's all he ever wants to see.

  Her hand is in his, the other moves to his chest. His are around her waist circling, as he pulls her closer and she rests her cheek on shoulder. He buries his nose in her hair and she nuzzles into his neck. If he'd imagined a perfect life sixteen years ago, not even in his wildest dreams he'd have thought he could feel like this. 

[undercoverclover]

Safest When I’m With You

Pairing: Byeongkwan x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Mentions of Stalking

The thought of walking through those doors was intimidating. I’d put it off ever since I’d broken up with my ex, but it’s time I move on. I breathe in then out and walk through the gym doors. 

“Hi, welcome. How can I help you?” Hearing the employee at the front desk.

“Hello, just coming back after a break.” I say, scanning my card to allow me access. They thank me for coming back and I head to the locker room to put my stuff away. 

Looking down as I come out, I run into someone, “Oops, I’m so sorry.” Looking up, I notice it’s a guy with blonde hair and light brown eyes.

“It’s alright. No big deal.” He says, chuckling. 

“I’m glad, some would be completely rude and it’s my first time back in about 6 months. I don’t want to ruin it.” I ramble. I realize and take a deep breath, making myself chill.

“You’re alright, promise. And that’s awesome that you got back into it, most would give up and just stay away.” He smiles. His smile is adorable.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I smile back.

“I’m Byeongkwan. Nice to meet you.” He says, holding out his hand. I tell him my name and shake his hand, smiling bigger, “It’s nice to meet you, too.” 

Saying goodbye, that was the end of our conversation that day. I went back a few more times over the next few weeks and we talked for a bit those days that we were both there. Exchanging numbers, we even went for coffee once...or twice. The next gym day came and I lay in bed, still sore from the last one, and debate on whether or not I should go or stay in bed. I decide to get up and put on my gym clothes. 

I walk into the gym an hour later and I see Byeongkwan was lifting weights in the front of the gym. I head to the locker room after scanning in and decide to go to the treadmills at the back. I rotate walking and running for a while, then head to the leg machines. 

Sitting down on one, I put the appropriate weights on and start. Halfway through my reps, I hear a laugh that I loathe, “Hey, I see you’re back again.” 

“Great, I see you’re here.” I say, rolling my eyes. 

“Is that anyway to treat the best thing you ever had?” He smirks.

“Believe me, if I thought you would be the best thing I would ever have, I’d lock myself in a tower and throw away the key.” I retort.

“Oh, still touchy about it, I see.” 

“If I recall, I broke up with you, Daniel.” 

The unhappy memories flood back and my anger dissipates, trying to turn into anxiety. 

“You can think that babe, but we know you’ll try to come back.” Daniel chuckles. My breathing increases, but one would think it’s from the leg exercises. 

“Hey, baby. I thought I saw you.” I hear, butterflies forming in my stomach at the voice. Byeongkwan bends down and kisses my cheek, “Play along.” he whispers, as a blush crosses my face.

“Hey, yeah. Sorry. I was just about to come find you.” I say, smiling up at him.

“Hey man, I’m Byeongkwan.” He says, holding out his hand to the idiot on the other side of me.

“Daniel.” He smiles, shaking Byeongkwan’s hand.

“Nice to meet ya, man,” He replies then looks down at me, “Are you about ready? We have dinner reservations with my parents in a few hours.” 

I smile and nod, “Yeah, I was about done. This was the last thing I had to do.” 

“Alright,” he looks back up at Daniel, as do I and his face is full of frustration.

 “Nice to meet you, again, but I gotta get my girl home so we can get ready. Maybe we’ll see you around sometime.” He smiles at Daniel, who still looks just as frustrated.

“Yeah, maybe.” He says, then looks down and glares slightly at me. 

I stand up, “Ready when you are. Just let me grab my bag from the locker room.” 

Heading towards the locker room, Byeongkwan follows me to the door, “I’ll meet you right here.” 

I nod, not arguing with the look on his face.

Grabbing my bag, I walk back out and see Byeongkwan standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for me. Daniel is standing there too, talking to him again.

“Hey, hon. Are you ready?” I smile, putting my arm through his to loosen the tension, hopefully.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He smiles down at me, “See ya around.” he nods to Daniel.

“For sure.” Daniel says. Byeongkwan walks me out and steers me away from my car, only to go to his. 

 “You don’t need to take your car yet. I bet he watched us the whole way out.” He said, unlocking his car doors.

“What? How do you know?” I say, looking back and not seeing anything. 

“Just a feeling.Does he know where you live?” He asks. 

I nod at him.

“Who is he?” He says, getting in and opening the door for me from the inside. I get in and sigh.

“First, thank you for saving me in there, I’d have lost a lot of hard work if you hadn’t come over. Second, he’s my ex. When I left he started stalking me. I was terrified to do anything.” I state.

“So that’s why it took you so long to come back?” He asks.

“Mostly, I wanted to be stronger mentally before I knew I would end up facing him again.” 

“You say that like he hurt you in some way.” 

“He did. But, I’m better now, or so I thought.” I say.

“Well, I’d call us friends, wouldn’t you?” He asks.

“Yeah, for sure.” I say, “Why?”

“Because, he doesn’t sit right with me and I don’t want you going back there by yourself. So either I’m going with you or you're going to my place. But if I go to yours, I’ll have to go get clothes.”

“Um, well.. I guess you can come to my place. You’d have to bring me back to my car later anyway.”

“Alright. Then to my house it is.” He starts the car and we take off. 

It wasn’t very far to his place, we walked in and 4 guys were sitting on their couch, watching tv. 

“Hey Bk, what’s up?” One with platinum hair asks. 

“Nothing Donghun, just came to grab some clothes. I’ll fill you in later.” He says.

“Okay? Who’s this?” Another asks, smiling.

“A friend, Jun. Don’t worry about it.” Byeongkwan smiles at the black, curly haired one. 

I smile and tell them my name anyway, being polite and Byeongkwan sarcastically glares at me. I giggle and wave him off. He heads to a bedroom and closes the door behind him.

“So, you go to the gym we go to?” Donghun asks.

“Mhmm. I started going back last week.” I smile at him.

“That’s cool. Do you enjoy it? I’m Chan, by the way.” He smiles.

“I do. I took a break for a while to figure some things out and finally decided it was time to go back.” I say.

“Ah, that’s cool. We all try to go to the gym when we have time. Bk is the only one that makes time. He loves working out. You’d think it was relaxing for him...” Chan explains, chuckling. I laugh and Byeongkwan walks out into the living area.

“Alright, I’m ready.” He says, eyeing them as I laugh, “What did you say?” 

“Just that you and the gym have a close relationship.” The one I don’t know their name, says.

“Sehyoon. Oh my gosh guys, come on. Don’t be weird.” He says groaning and rolling his eyes.

“We aren’t… Chan is.” Jun says, pointing to Chan.

“I am not.” The man laughs.

“They’re not. I know you like working out. It shows.” I say, my face turning red as the words came out of my mouth. Byeongkwan smiles, turning slightly pink  and chuckles.

“Come on, it should be okay to take you back to get your car now.” He says, shaking his head.

“Alright. It was nice to meet you guys.” I smile and wave at them.

“Yeah you too. Maybe we can hang out sometime.” Jun smiles as the rest wave back. Walking out the door, I hear Jun get hit with something a few times and playfully scream. I peek my head back in the door and the others are all cackling, while Jun is crouched in the floor gasping for air from laughing so hard. 

“I’m coming.” Byeongkwan laughs, noticing me in the doorway. He closes the door once we both get out.

“Sorry about them. They’re weird.” He smiles, seeming kind of embarrassed.

“No, it was fun, They were adorable.” I laugh. 

We get back in his car and go back the way we came. Getting to my car, I hop in and he follows me back to my apartment.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” He asks.

“Honestly, with how he made me feel today. I’m more than okay with it.” 

I unlock my door and go in, taking my shoes off and showing him where he can sit his stuff.

“Do you want something to eat or drink?” I offer.

“Nope, I actually do have dinner with my parents tonight though. But, you’re coming with me.”

“Byeongkwan! No. No. I can’t. I can stay here, lock myself in and you can text or call me every so often.” I say, startled at the news.

“No way. I don’t know what he did when you were with him, but I just don’t want to leave you alone tonight. Plus, I kind of already told them you’d be coming” He says looking down.

“When? How?” I laugh.

“While we were back at my place.”

“Byeongkwan!” I groan, “Ugh. What should I wear?” 

He smiles, “Just casual clothes are fine.”

I show him to the bathroom and he takes a shower. I look for clothes to wear before I shower next and get stuck between a white one and a black one. A few minutes later, I hear him walking out and I go to ask him what shirt would be better. 

Hey, Byeongk- Oh! My bad.” I say, looking down, realizing he’s without a shirt and blush. My eyes stay there and take note of his amazing body. Muscular, but not overdoing it like some do… and his abs. I clear my throat and bring my eyes back to his face, his eyes are gorgeous and his lighter skin makes him adorable... He has nice lips that would be great to kiss, too. I finally notice he’s smirking and look away.

“Sorry, I left my shirt on top of my bag.” He says.

“It’s alright.” I chuckle. I let him pass and he goes to grab his shirt. 

“Did you need something?”

“Huh? Oh! Which shirt?” 

“Hmm… Well, I don’t know the dinner menu tonight, so I’d go with black.

“Well suggested…” I laugh and he smiles. 

After I get ready, we head to his parent’s house. I was deep in thought most of the way there. I wondered why he was being this protective to be honest. Did he actually like me? Did Daniel say something to trigger him at the gym? Does he feel responsible for me? All these questions running through my head and I have no answer to any of them.

“You alright?” I hear Byeongkwan ask. 

“Yeah, just thinking about some things.”

“Anything you want to talk about?” 

“Not really? I mean there’s things I want to talk to you about, but it’s not necessarily a conversation to have on the way to your parent’s house.”

“Go ahead. We have time.” He smiles.

“O- Okay… Well first, I wanted to ask if Daniel had said anything to hint that he might cause trouble with me?” 

“No, I tried to keep him away from the subject of you.” 

“Okay.”

“What’s the next thing?” 

“Huh?” I ask.

“You said the first thing was the Daniel question. Is there more?” 

“Well, yes. Kind of…”

“Shoot.”

“I’m not sure if I want to ask or not.”

“Come on now. I’ll be 100% honest.”

“Okay…. Do you feel responsible for me because you were there and you saw what was happening? Or. Or do you like me?” I ask, hesitating on the last question.

His hands tighten on the steering wheel a little, while he looks like he’s thinking super hard.

“That’s honestly a harder question than I’d thought it would be.” 

“How so?” 

“Okay, so it’s not a hard question to answer, it’s just- you know what. Yes.”

“Yes what?” I ask, confused.

“The truth is, I do like you.. I have for a bit now, but never could get up the courage to do something about it. And yes, I did feel a little responsible, only because I felt like if I hadn't been there, you would have had a panic attack and I don’t want that to happen.”

I have no words to say to him. I was in shock more or less…

“You can say something, you know?” He frowns.

“I would, if I could think of the right thing to say.” 

“Great.”

“No. no. no, I don’t mean in a mean way. I just mean, well I like you too and I’m really honored that you helped me today, not knowing how I'd react.” I say.

“Really?” 

“Yes, really.” I smile and he smiles back, continuing on our drive. Looking over at him, I feel like he seems more relaxed. 

“We’re almost there. Another 5 minutes or so…” He says, smiling.

“Okay.” I say, as my nerves start to pick up slightly. 

“You don’t have to be nervous. They’re great, I promise.” He chuckles. 

“I don’t doubt that one bit… They seemed to have raised you well.” I smile and notice a blush appear on his face.

Pulling up to a cute little white house, I feel my stomach drop.

“We’re here.” Byeongkwan states.

“It’s cute.” I smile at him. 

“It is. And don’t worry, I think you’ll do fine, no pressure. It’s not like we’re dating.” He states, looking away. 

“Yeah, but still. Meeting someone’s parents is important either way.” 

“True. But they’ll like you,”

We get out of the car and walk up to the house. He knocks a few times before a woman with dark hair and Byeongkwan’s eyes answers, “Hello, my boy.” She says smiling and looking behind him at me.

“And hello to you too.” She says, smiling widely.

I smile and bow, “Hello. Nice to meet you.” 

We go inside and his father is just as welcoming. We greet each other and sit down to talk for a bit before dinner is done.

When his mom calls us to the table, I notice several dishes I loved. I’d never told Byeongkwan, so he wouldn’t have known… so maybe these are his favorites too?

“It all looks so amazing.” I say, looking up at her as she places rice in the middle of the table. 

“Thank you, dear.” She says, happily and takes her seat at the table, next to her husband. They were on one side and we were on the other. 

“I’m glad you came today. It’s nice to meet you. Especially after Byeongkwan told us a lot about you.” His dad said. I blush and look down at my plate.

“Ah, come on dad!” Byeongkwan says, putting his face in his hand.

“Well! Ah, okay.” He grumbles. We eat and speak in light conversation, laughing as they embarrass their son for the rest of the night and finally say our goodbyes. 

Heading to my house, the car is quiet. Neither of us saying a word, so I decide to break the silence…

“Your parents seem really great.” I smile, looking towards him. 

“Thanks, I think they are.” He says, smiling back at me. 

“Eyes on the road, sir.” I laugh, pushing on his cheek to turn his head so his eyes are back on the road. He chuckles, but does it. 

Ten minutes lanter, we arrive back at my place. As I walk down my hall, I notice my door is open..

“Byeongkwan.” I whisper, stopping.

“I see it. Stay out here.” He whispers back.

“No, let’s just call the cops. They can come check it out.” I say, grabbing his hand to keep him beside me.

“It could take them forever. What if the person is still in there?” He asks.

“Exactly… what if it’s Daniel and you get hurt?” I ask. He sighs, pulling out his phone and calling the police.

“If they come out, I’m taking whoever it is out.” He says, as he hangs up the phone. 

“Deal.” I agree.

Within 10 minutes, there were 2 cops at the side of my door, about to charge in with their guns ready. One pushes open the door and they charge in. :Police! Stop where you are.” One says. Then, I hear pans crashing, a lamp break and a gun goes off. I start to panic and Byeongkwan wraps me in his arms and I bury my face in his chest, waiting for the noise to end.

“Shhhh, it’s going to be alright. I’m right here.”  He says, covering my ears.

“Ma’am?” The officer says. Byeongkwan uncovers my ears and I look up at the cop.

“Yes?” I ask, nervous.

“You two did the right thing. There was a man in there. He seemed to be waiting on you. Do you know him?” He asks. The other cop marches exactly who I’d expected out of my door… “Daniel Green.” I say, squeezing Byeongkwan’s hand. He goes to radio the incident in and I turn and wrap my arms around the man who I felt safe with. 

“Hey, he’s coming back, come on. I’m not going anywhere.” He reassures me.

“I understand you’d had an order of protection against him, did that just expire?” He says walking back up us and I nod.

“Well, you got lucky then. It seemed he knew when it would expire too.” He says, frowning, “grab what you need to and I’d suggest staying somewhere else tonight.” 

I nod, tears streaking my face.

“You can stay at my place. Wait here with the officer and I’ll get our stuff.” Byeongkwan says.

“Okay…. Thank you.” I say, trying to stop the tears. 

An hour later, we finish up at the police station as my place is being searched for more evidence. We leave and head to Byeongkwan’s place. His roommates immediately open the door and engulf me in a group hug. I smile and hug them as best as I can.

“Okay, let her through. She’s exhausted.” Byeongkwan says, grabbing my hand and taking me to his bedroom.

“You can sleep here, I don’t mind.” 

“Will you lay with me? I don’t want to be alone right now.” I admit.

“I can, but I didn’t plan on letting you out of my sight anytime soon.” He smiles, wrapping me in a hug and laying his forehead against mine. 

“Forever?” I smile.

“Forever is a long time. Are you sure you can handle me for that long?” 

Looking up at him, I smile and kiss his perfect lips, “Forever it is then.” 

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.