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hearts-hunger · 3 years ago

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cabin fever — part six

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part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Series Summary: During your week away at the cabin, you and Sam make a pact — on the last day, if he tells Danny how he feels, you’ll tell Josh how you feel. It’s going to be a very long week.

Chapter Summary: It's the last day of your trip, and you want to make it one to remember.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Genre: Fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, smut

Word Count: 9k | Chapter Warnings: smoking, drinking, smut (piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, slightly subby!josh, also josh is a boobs guy oops)

A/N: Sweet cabin fever besties! We've reached the end of this little story. I had so much fun writing it, and I'm so happy that so many of you liked it. I hold each of you very close to my heart! I hope this chapter is everything you've been hoping for, and don't worry — this isn't the last we'll be seeing of Josh, baby, and the boys. ♡

Breakfast the next morning was the happiest one you could remember. The five of you milled about in your pajamas, sipping coffee and sharing little bits and pieces of what had happened the day before. All of you were in a wonderful mood, well rested and glowing with happiness. Sam and Danny had both come out of the other master bedroom that morning, to no one’s surprise. You and Josh had fallen asleep on the couch last night after hours of talking and kissing and cuddling while Dirty Dancing and Ghost played in the background. Jake had fallen asleep on Facetime with his girlfriend, and didn’t mind the lovey-dovey atmosphere one bit.

Josh and Danny volunteered to make waffles while Jake put on coffee, and you and Sam talked as you set the table.

“He’s calling me ‘love’ now,” Sam said with a besotted smile. “Here, watch.”

He turned towards the kitchen. “Hey, Danny?”

“Yes, love?” came Danny’s response. Sam grinned at you, and you smiled back. It was pretty cute.

“I love you,” Sam called.

“I love you too,” Danny answered, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

Sam turned back to you. “Now you try.”

You laughed. “Okay, fine.” You couldn’t deny you were a little curious; while you loved it when Josh called you baby, that was more of a second name for you by this point than an actual pet name.

“Josh,” you called.

“Hm?”

“I love you,” you said.

You heard his chuckle. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Your heart melted. You knew you’d never get tired of hearing that. Sam gave you a pleased smile as he watched your expression.

“Sappy,” he said, as if he hadn’t just done the same thing with Danny. You laughed.

“We should do Jakey,” you said. “So he doesn’t feel left out.”

Sam grinned. “Okay.”

Together, you called for Jake. You heard the boys laugh in the kitchen.

Jake came out with a plate stacked with waffles. “Yes, my little buttercups?”

Sam gave a sputtering laugh as you giggled.

“Buttercups?” Sam repeated. “That’s the best you could do?”

“It’s the best you’re gonna get from me, Samuel,” Jake said tartly. Sam reached to snag a piece of waffle from the plate and Jake batted his hand away.

“Go help bring stuff in,” Jake chided. Sam loped off to do as he said, and you smiled as you saw Danny greet him with a kiss, spatula in hand and a smudge of flour on his cheek.

When the five of you sat down at the table and started passing waffles and syrup and bacon between each other, Jake insisted on hearing the details of yesterday’s drama. You and Josh went first, and the guys rolled their eyes and gave exaggerated groans at every point in the story where some kind of miscommunication or confusion popped up. They made you laugh, and you were so thankful to be able to see the joy in it when it had been so hard to go through.

Sam and Danny went after you; blushing pink, Danny admitted that he’d just leaned over and kissed Sam while they were at the piano together. Sam, completely unruffled as he sipped his coffee, said that Danny had given it to him good the whole rest of the day.

Danny’s face was bright red, but he couldn’t help but laugh with the rest of you.

“It was pretty good,” he admitted.

“Oh, we know,” Josh teased. “Anybody in a ten mile radius knows too. Sam’s not exactly quiet.”

That did make Sam blush, and he quickly turned the conversation towards you and Josh.

“What about you two?” he asked. “A little Patrick Swayze and chill, huh?”

You and Josh laughed.

“Something like that,” Josh said. He gave you a tender look and squeezed your hand under the table. He wasn’t going to share that you’d wanted to wait, because as much as the boys loved you, they’d probably tease you about it. You smiled back at him, thankful for his considerate heart.

When the table was cleared, you volunteered to wash the dishes while the boys worked on music. Since it was your last day at the cabin, they wanted to get in a little bit more practice time before the bonfire planned for later in the evening. Josh asked if you wanted him to stay and help, but you gave him a kiss and sent him off to get dressed and go downstairs. You hummed along as you did the dishes, proud of how each song got better with every play through.

You were almost done when they started to play one you hadn’t heard before, and you couldn’t quite make out the words Josh was singing. It sounded like a ballad, and they kept playing it and fine-tuning it after Josh had sung all the lyrics.

“How’s it coming?”

You jumped a little and looked over your shoulder. “Oh, Josh.”

He chuckled and came over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You relaxed against him, cherishing the feeling of him so close. “You’re forgiven.”

He swayed you gently to the sound of the boys playing, and you tilted your head to give him better access to continue his kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.

“I haven’t heard this one,” you said. “What’s it called?”

“I think we’re calling it ‘Always There’,” he said.

“It’s different from the other songs.”

He hummed in agreement. “It’s a love song.”

You smiled. “Will you sing it for me?”

“If you want me to,” he said. He waited until the boys got back to the verse, brushing your hair over one shoulder.

“You've been waiting for your lover,” he sang softly, glancing his fingers over the back of your neck. “What you'll discover is she's always there. Walk a while in her summer; she is the drummer of your beating heart.”

You drew a shaky breath when he pressed a kiss where his fingers had been.

“You’re trembling,” he said gently. “Are you cold?”

You shook your head.

“Turn around,” he said.

“I’ll get soap all over you.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I don’t mind.”

Unwilling to get his pretty green henley all soapy, you quickly rinsed your hands and dried them before turning around, securely bracketed by Josh’s arms around you.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

You blushed. He studied your face with gentle affection, and you put your hand to his cheek and kissed him. You couldn’t get over it — the freedom you had to kiss him whenever you wanted was heady, and you still felt a little shy.

He didn’t seem nervous at all, drawing you close and kissing you thoroughly. You felt a flood of butterflies as you put your arms around his neck.

“Won’t the boys miss you?” you asked.

His hands wandered over you. “Let them.”

You melted against him, letting him take the lead as he kissed you again. He was patient and gentle, but every brush of his body against yours sent sparks flying through you.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You smiled. “I love you, sunshine.”

He pulled back from you and gave you a delighted grin. “Sunshine?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You carded your fingers through his curls that caught the golden morning light streaming through the window.

“I’ll make you mine,” you sang softly, a little bashful of your singing voice, but his expression crinkled with joy. “You’re my sunshine.”

“Baby,” he said tenderly. His hands moved to cradle your face.

“It’s not as good as when you sing it,” you said leaning into his touch.

He shook his head. “It’s better than when I sing it.”

He kissed you again, and you sighed against his mouth. His hands roamed over you, warm even through the fabric of your sweatshirt. Your breath caught a little when you felt his fingertips under your shirt, gently tracing their way up.

“Okay, sweetheart?” he asked, waiting until you gave your answer. You nodded; with another kiss, he splayed his hands over your ribs, fingers glancing over the swell of your breasts.

“Josh,” you breathed. The feel of his hands on your skin was incredible — his palms were soft and warm and his fingers pressed gently, mapping out the shape of your body with tenderness and desire. He was gentle when his hands found your breasts, but his kisses were hungry and wanting.

You were a little surprised, then, when his hands started to move lower, stopping when they reached your stomach. Your cheeks burned as he gave it the same adoring affection he’d given to your breasts a second ago.

“Josh,” you said.

He hummed. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I just...” You gave a nervous laugh. “My boobs are up here.”

He chuckled. “I know. And they’re wonderful. But...”

He knelt in front of you and lifted the hem of your sweatshirt just enough to press a kiss to your stomach.

“Your tummy deserves some love too,” he said gently, peppering you with kisses.

You didn’t know what to say. You blushed hotter and felt like you might cry.

He looked up at you from under his long, beautiful lashes, his smile quickly dissolving as he read your distress. He stood.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He didn’t touch you, but his hands hovered. “Too much? Should I stop?”

You shook your head, blinking against the sting of tears. “No, I...”

He studied your face, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong and wanting to fix it. Not knowing what else to do, you hugged him tightly; he let out a short breath of surprise before he put his arms around you.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

You felt a few tears fall. “Nobody’s ever loved me like that before.”

You could picture his frown. “What do you mean?”

He held you closer and it was easier to talk, somehow, safe in his arms.

“There are parts of me that I don’t like,” you said after a minute. “Parts of my body that I don’t like. And no one else has ever liked them before. But you do.”

You felt him tense a little, and you were too familiar with Josh’s protectiveness not to notice it.

“I do like them,” he said sincerely, his voice intentionally gentle. “I like you. Every part of you. Even the ones you don’t like.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him; he put a finger under your chin and tipped your face tipped up towards his.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said, and you knew how much he meant it. He gave you a chaste kiss. “I love you.”

Your smile was a little wobbly. “I love you too.”

His expression relaxed into a gentle smile as he watched your face, and he traced his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“You have the prettiest smile,” he said.

You blushed under his palms and he kissed you, soft and sweet. You could have stayed like that forever if Sam hadn’t called for Josh from downstairs; Josh pulled back from you, and his reluctance to let you go made you smile.

“Come down with me,” he said.

“When I get dressed,” you agreed. You put your hands to his chest and gave him a gentle push. “Go make some music. I’ll be down in a minute.”

With a parting kiss, he went back downstairs. You finished up the last few dishes and got dressed for the day, bundling up a little; the boys had mentioned wanting to be outside when they were done practicing, and the weather was crisp and chilly.

They were doing a full run-through of every song when you got downstairs, going from one right into another. They sounded wonderful, completely in tune with each other. You wondered how quickly they would want to get in the studio when you got back home, and guessed it wouldn’t be long before they were recording these new songs for the album.

As you curled up on the couch to listen, you thought about what things were going to be like back home. You felt certain that Mama and Papa Kiszka would be happy to know you and Josh were together. They loved you and Danny like you were their own, and you knew they’d be pleased about Sam and Danny getting together too.

How much would things change with you and Josh together? Would you share your apartment back home when the boys weren’t on the road? You blushed at the thought, a little embarrassed — it certainly felt like you were jumping the gun on that one, considering that you hadn’t even slept together yet.

You watched Josh as he sang, admiring the way he moved and seemed to feel the music with his whole body. His expression was one of concentration and passion, his eyes closing for a moment to really listen to what they were creating. A small smile curved his mouth, and you felt yourself smiling with him.

You loved him. You were more sure of that than you’d been of anything else in your life. This was it, for you — he was it. The love of your life.

Even though it was only early days, you felt safe imagining a future with him, thinking about long-term plans that included him by your side. You were eager to start your life together, no matter what it looked like. It wasn’t going to be a quiet life — Greta Van Fleet was only going to get more popular, and you knew Josh wouldn’t want to settle down, not yet.

You knew he’d ask you to marry him, though. Not now, perhaps, but soon. Josh had always been one for domestication, as much as he denied it. You’d known him too long not to know — he wanted to be married. He wanted babies, too, and though you were nowhere near ready for kids right now, you knew you would be one day.

You propped your chin in your hand and smiled as you watched the man you were finally allowed to love with everything you had. You were both young, and you had a whole lifetime; there would be plenty of time further down the line for all the joys of domestication, a house with a white picket fence and a few mini Josh Kiszkas running around. For now, though, you were overjoyed with what you had, and you would spend every moment you could cherishing the man you loved and your three best friends.

—

They were full of energy when they ended the final song, and before you could even tell them how good they’d sounded, they were headed upstairs to find something to do. Jake found the football, and the five of you headed outside to enjoy the brisk afternoon air.

“You playing?” Sam asked you.

You sat on the steps of the back porch. “No, I better not. I’m worried about screwing up my ankle again.”

“Lame,” he said, tossing the ball to Josh, who caught it easily. “You can referee, then.”

You did, calling the shots on the Kiszka-Wagner version of two-on-two football they’d fine-tuned over the years. You usually ended up being the referee unless Ronnie was playing, and then the two of you would ask for Danny on your team and play against Sam and the twins.

You had fun watching them have fun, and you collected outerwear that was tossed to you as they got too warm. When they took a break, Josh came over to you, his curls stuck to his temples with sweat.

“You’re playing pretty hard,” you said, handing him one of the water bottles you’d brought out earlier. “Here, have a drink.”

He took it and drank deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand when he was done.

“Thanks,” he said, a little breathless.

You smiled. “You look like you’re having fun.”

He grinned. “We are.”

He sat two steps down and between your boots, leaning his head back to rest on your knee. You brushed his hair back from his face and touched your hand to his rosy cheek.

“Getting all your energy out?” you asked.

“Had to,” he said. “We were so keyed up after we finished playing.”

“You sounded really good.”

“Right?” he agreed, and you smiled at his enthusiasm.

“Everything we wrote is so good,” he said, pride and excitement in his voice. “And they all sound incredible — Sam’s going crazy on the bass, Jake’s coming up with fantastic solos left and right, Danny’s figuring out shit to do on the drums that I didn’t even know you could do — ”

He cut himself off, seemingly overcome with admiration for his bandmates.

“They’re really bringing it, baby,” he said, beaming up at you. “All of them.”

You smiled. You loved it when Josh talked about his brothers and Danny; he loved them more than anything, and no one could be prouder of them than Josh was.

“I know they are,” you said. “This album is going to be amazing.”

“Damn right it is,” he agreed.

You combed your fingers through his curls.

“You sound incredible too, Josh,” you said. “Your voice — I don’t know how to even describe it. It’s magical.”

The pink in his cheeks deepened.

“Magical, huh?” he said with a smile. He looked up at you, his eyes almost golden in the sun. “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”

You smiled. “I’m not saying it just to be sweet,” you said gently, brushing your knuckles over the apple of his cheek. “You’re very talented, Josh. You always have been.”

He turned his head to kiss your fingers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

He grinned up at you. “Aw, I like that. Honey.”

“Do you like it better than sunshine?”

He shrugged, and you knew you could call him anything and still make him happy. “I like whatever you call me, baby.”

You leaned over to kiss him, and he put a hand to your cheek. Your noses bumped together and you laughed.

“You’re so cute,” he said, his voice completely adoring.

You blushed. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”

“Alright, lovebirds, you’re both cute,” Jake called from the yard. He chucked the football towards his twin and it bounced off of Josh’s sneaker.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Josh said.

You gave him a quick kiss before he stood; he grabbed the ball, throwing it back to Jake with way more force than necessary. Jake, as much a ham as his twin, caught it against his stomach and staggered back like he’d been shot.

“So dramatic,” Josh chided, but his grin was telling. They set up to play again, and you gathered all their jackets as you stood.

“Sandwiches, boys?” you asked. You got a chorus of “yes, please” in return.

“Can you make hot chocolate too?” Sam asked, catching the ball when Josh tossed it to him. He gave you a charming smile. “Please?”

You pretended to relent. “Anything for you, Sammy.”

“Thank you!” he called as you went inside. You heard them start to play again, a steady stream of laughs and shouts of indignation and cheers of triumph drifting through the screen door; you smiled to yourself as you set about making lunch.

They came inside as soon as you called for them, all flushed from exertion and cold. You gave them each a mug of hot chocolate as they sat around the table and started making their sandwiches from the fixings you’d put out.

“Oh, you’re the best,” Sam said when you put his mug in his hands.

You smiled. “I know.”

You sat at the head of the table and sipped your hot chocolate, content to listen to the boys talk and bicker and laugh amongst each other.

“Here, baby,” Josh said, handing you a plate with a beautifully constructed sandwich.

“You made one for me?” you asked. You’d been waiting for the boys to get what they wanted first, since they’d worked up an appetite.

He looked a little worried. “Yeah, I mean — ” He rattled off what he’d put on it. “That’s what you like, right?”

You softened. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s exactly how I would have made it. Thank you.”

He looked pleased that he’d gotten it right. “You’re welcome. Dig in.”

Sam and Jake were too busy discussing the finer points of touch football to have noticed the exchange, but Danny gave you a knowing look and a sweet smile. You couldn’t help a small smile back; it was much nicer being lovingly teased about cute little moments now that you and Josh were together, and you knew Danny and Sam felt the same way.

After lunch, the boys were tired, and the five of you crashed in the living room for a little “quiet time,” as Mama Kiszka always called it. You remembered fondly the Saturdays spent at the Kiszka house; you and Danny would walk over in the morning and spend all day there, the five of you playing outside or jamming in the basement or racing each other in Mario Kart. The Kiszkas were always happy to have the two of you, and the only thing requested of your rather rambunctious group was an hour of quiet time after lunch. Usually, you all sat around the table and did your homework, but some days would find all of you doing a jigsaw puzzle or camped out in the twins’ room reading whatever series you were all obsessed with at the time.

As you all got comfortable in the living room — Sam and Danny on the loveseat, you and Josh on the couch, and Jake in the easy chair — you saw Jake’s copy of Bound for Glory sitting on the coffee table.

“Hey, Jake,” you said.

He hummed. “What’s up, kiddo?”

You nodded to his book. “Will you read for us?”

“Sure, if you want.” Jake picked it up and thumbed through until he found his page, the motion pulling Sam from his conversation with Danny.

“Hey, is that your Woody Guthrie book?” Sam asked, interested.

“Yeah,” Jake said. “I’m gonna read it to you.”

“Oh, cool,” Sam said. He snuggled against Danny, who put his arm over his shoulder. “What’s happened so far?”

While Jake gave a rundown of what he’d read, you stretched out on the couch next to Josh. He propped his feet on the coffee table and relaxed into the corner of the couch, already looking ready for a nap, and you lay with your head in his lap.

“Comfortable?” he asked you.

“Yeah, are you?”

He hummed in agreement, slowly brushing his fingers through your hair. “I’m probably gonna fall asleep.”

You gave a soft laugh and patted his knee. “That’s ok, honey.”

Jake started to read, his voice soothing and inviting as the rest of you listened. As promised, Josh did fall asleep soon after Jake started reading; Sam followed a few minutes later, his head on Danny’s shoulder. You and Danny exchanged smiles as the brothers’ soft snores mixed with Jake’s voice.

“That’s the end of that chapter,” Jake said eventually, dog-earing the page and setting the book back on the coffee table. “You two coming out for a smoke?”

Danny eased Sam off of his shoulder while you lifted your head from Josh’s lap; you received a sleepy grunt of protest that you quickly soothed by putting a throw blanket over him.

“You’re leaving?” he mumbled.

You kissed his cheek. “Just for a smoke. Go back to sleep, lovey.”

He was satisfied with that, shifting a little to get more comfortable against the arm of the couch. You, Jake, and Danny quietly made your way out to the back porch, where Jake gave you and Danny each a cigarette.

“Crazy how cold it got this week,” Jake said, huddling further into his flannel. “I mean, we were just swimming a few days ago.”

“It’s nice,” you said, blowing out a stream of smoke as you leaned your forearms on the railing. “I love weather like this.”

There was just enough bite in the air to make you want to stay in and be cosy, and the sunlight was a deep, golden color as it bathed the woods around the cabin. It was apple-picking weather, bonfire weather, playing football with your best friends weather. The perfect way to end your trip.

“It’s gonna be cold at home,” Danny said, standing on your other side. You were warm between the two of them, and you enjoyed their closeness.

Jake took a long drag. “Yeah. I’m not ready to go back.”

You knew what he meant. This week away had been a break from all the business of day to day life. You kind of wished you could live out here forever, just the five of you.

But going home would be nice, too. You were excited to be back in real life as Josh Kiszka’s girlfriend, to have him with you even when things weren’t idyllic like they were here. And you knew Danny felt the same way about Sam, and that Jake was ready to see his girlfriend.

“We’ll have some downtime again sooner than you think,” you said. “I know you guys are going to be in the studio a lot, but Halloween is coming up, and then Thanksgiving and Christmas. Plenty of time to hang out and get drunk around the bonfire.”

Jake and Danny both gave a light chuckle.

“Let’s not forget New Year’s,” Danny said. “Maybe now that you and Josh are together, you can reign him in a little bit.”

Last year, Josh had gotten terrifically wasted on salty dogs and set fire to Sam’s cardboard cutout of Iron Man he’d nicked from a movie theater in high school. Sam had been upset the next day, when he was sober enough not to find it incredibly funny, and Josh had done his best in the weeks after to find Sam a replacement.

“Despite what Huey Lewis says, the power of love does have its limitations,” you said with a laugh. “But I’ll try my best.”

The three of you stood out on the porch for a while, huddled together for warmth as you talked about anything and everything. Jake was keen to get started recording as soon as they got back, his expression alight with his passion for music; Danny was looking forward to telling his parents about him and Sam, and thought it would be funny to bring Sam over for dinner one night to “meet” his family even though you’d all known each other for years.

“He’s nervous,” Danny said, affection and sympathy in his voice. “Even though my mom and dad love him, he’s worried what they’re going to think about us being together.”

“Your parents aren’t going to be... surprised, are they?” you asked. “I mean, that you’re bringing home a guy.”

He shook his head. “Nah, they’ve known for a while. I don’t know if they’d know the name for it if I told them, but they do know that I’m bi.”

“Do you think your parents will be surprised?” you asked Jake.

He shrugged. “Probably not. Sam’s never come out to them officially, that I know of, but we all kinda knew he was bi.” He gave Danny a smile. “Mom’s going to be over the moon about you two. Even if she didn’t know Sam was into guys, she’d be thrilled you two are together.”

Danny’s smile was a little bashful. “Thanks. I hope so.”

Danny’s gaze caught on something behind Jake, and his expression brightened.

“Hi, love,” he called cheerfully, extending a hand towards his boyfriend. “We were just talking about you.”

Sam looked like he was still waking up, and he took Danny’s hand and snuggled close to him.

“All good things, I hope,” he said with a yawn.

“All good things,” Danny agreed, running his hand up and down Sam’s arm to warm him.

“Is Josh awake?” you asked.

Sam nodded. “I think so.”

A few seconds later, Josh came out to join you on the porch, looking only slightly more awake than Sam. He went into your arms and buried his face against your shoulder, giving a contented sigh.

“Have a good nap?” you asked, brushing your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp.

He practically purred under your touch. “Hm. Yeah, really good.”

You smiled and gave him a kiss.

Jake gave a long-suffering sigh. “I miss my girlfriend.”

You all laughed, and Jake got a few sympathetic claps on the shoulder from the boys and a kiss on the cheek from you. Danny asked if you wanted to get the bonfire started, since the sun was starting to sink behind the trees, and you all followed him out to the back yard.

Jake and Danny took care of starting the fire while Josh and Sam took a few minutes to wake up, and once they stopped yawning you corralled them inside to help you bring out some things. Josh brought out the card table while you and Sam brought out armfuls of s’mores ingredients, snacks, and a whole bar’s worth of liquor and mixers. Danny put your go-to playlist on his speaker, an eclectic mix of classic rock, folk, and pop that you’d all curated over the years, and Josh started making drinks.

“For you, my love,” Josh said, handing you a solo cup filled to the brim. You took a sip; it was Crown and Coke, sweet and heady.

“Come see me when you’re done bartending,” you said, blowing him a kiss. You stood by the fire with Danny as he nursed his own drink, nudging your shoulder against his arm.

“I don’t know if I've told you yet,” you said, “but I’m really happy for you and Sam.”

He smiled. “You have told me, but thank you. I’m really happy for you and Josh.”

“Can you believe he thought we were into each other?” you asked.

Danny chuckled. “I mean, we do spend a lot of time together. You’re my best buddy.”

You melted. “Aw, Danny. You’re my best buddy too.”

Both of you stood shoulder to shoulder — well, shoulder to bicep — and watched the Kiszka boys talking around the card table, teasing each other like they’d done their whole lives. They made a handsome trio in the firelight, their cheeks rosy with cold, bundled up in flannels and cosy sweaters. Jake said something that made Josh laugh, and your heart leapt at the sound of it.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Danny asked.

You smiled. “Yeah, I do.” You adored him; you felt like your heart might break in two just looking at him.

You handed your drink to Danny. “Can you hold onto this for me?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Or, actually, just drink it if you want,” you said. “I’ll make another when I come back out.”

He raised a brow. “You’re going in?”

“Yeah. I’m going to make sweet love to my boyfriend.”

Danny gave a surprised laugh. “Okay. Have fun.”

You grinned. “I plan to.”

You crossed to the card table, and you couldn’t help but smile when Josh caught sight of you and his whole face lit up.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, taking your hand when you offered it. “Need a new drink already?”

You shook your head. “Nope. I need you to come inside with me for a minute.”

“Okay,” he agreed, a little bemused. Jake and Sam joined Danny at the fire as you led Josh inside, both of you a little giggly as you started to feel your buzz.

“Where are you taking me?” Josh asked, his hand warm in yours. You brought him into your bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment.

“Sit,” you said, gesturing to the bed. You weren’t trying to be sexy at all; in fact, you were feeling a little nervous, and you hoped your voice wasn’t as shaky as it sounded to you. You knew you were ready, but that didn’t get rid of the butterflies you felt at having him in your room, waiting for you to speak.

He did as you said and sat on the edge of the bed, his body language intentionally relaxed as he took off his jacket.

“Everything ok, baby?” he asked. You read his confusion; he’d thought he knew what you were bringing him inside for, but now he couldn’t be sure.

You nodded. “Hold on one second, ok?”

“Take your time,” he said, without knowing what he was waiting for. You felt his gaze on you as you crossed to the nightstand, pulling out your phone and putting on the John Denver playlist Josh had put together for you a few years ago.

He smiled when “Annie’s Song” started to play. “Is this the playlist I made you?”

You nodded and gave him a shy smile as you took your jacket off and draped it over the chair in the corner. You extended your hand to him like you had earlier.

“Dance with me?” you asked.

He took your hand and stood, drawing you close to him like he’d been doing it forever. You felt somehow flooded with nerves and yet completely safe in his arms, letting him lead you in a slow dance.

“As much as I love dancing with you,” he said, kissing your jaw, “I don’t think it’s the only reason you brought me into your bedroom.”

“No?” you asked. You were trying to be coy, but your blush gave you away.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “No, I don’t think so.”

You put your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m ready.”

He kissed you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I’m sure.” You pressed closer to him. “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been about anything in my life, Josh. Take me to bed, please?”

He grinned. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He was slow and sweet as he helped you undress, humming along with the music as he pressed kisses to every part of you he uncovered, murmuring words of praise for how beautiful you were. He blew on his hands to warm them before he touched your bare skin; you still shivered, but whether from cold or nervousness you didn’t know.

He took his shirt off and drew you flush to him, kissing you as he let his body warm yours.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, tracing his fingers down your back.

“A little,” you admitted in a soft voice. He still had his jeans on, and his belt buckle was cold against your skin. “I’m sorry.”

“No, sweetheart,” he said quickly, gently. “Don’t be sorry. You don’t have to be sorry.” He gave you a bashful smile. “I’m a little nervous too.”

“You are?” He didn’t seem nervous to you; he’d been nothing but composed, cool, steady.

He hummed in agreement.

“I love you, and I want this to be good for you,” he said. His hands still wandered, coaxing your desire into a steady flame. “It kind of feels like the first time we played a big show.”

You smiled. “You’re getting stage fright?”

He gave a soft laugh. “Something like that.” He kissed you. “Worried I’m going to forget the words to the song, or something.”

You were endeared to his honesty and the shy smile he gave you. You pressed closer and framed his face with your hands.

“You won’t forget any of the words,” you said. “And even if you do, I still love to hear you sing.”

He smiled. “I love you.”

You put your hand on his chest, right where his heart beat. “I love you too.”

He unhooked your bra and slipped it off of you, letting it join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You were only in your underwear — you fleetingly wished you’d packed something more fancy, but the way he looked at you told you he would have found you beautiful no matter what you wore.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said. “Every inch of you, baby.”

You gave him a shy smile. “Thank you.” You tried not to be bashful under his adoring gaze, letting yourself enjoy the pleasure he took just from looking at you.

“Come to bed with me, lover,” you said, touching his cheek. You tugged on his hand and led him to your bed, getting comfortable as he took off his jeans and joined you.

“Josh,” you said in wonder, your fingers hesitantly brushing over his chest as he hovered over you in only his boxers. A simple necklace dangled around his neck, the pendant catching the warm lamp light; your fingers traced the hollow of his collarbone, the light dusting of freckles over his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said.

His cheeks pinked. “Thank you.”

He kissed you deeply, and your hands wandered all over him, tracing the planes of his lean body. You were drunk with it, the feel of his skin on yours, the taste of gin and tobacco as he kissed you, the smell of wood smoke in his hair.

“Let me try something,” he said, lying on his side next to you. You nodded, but your breath caught when he pulled off your underwear and tossed it to the floor.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured against your skin. His fingers trailed down your tummy, tickling a little; you couldn’t help but giggle, and he smiled at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I love it when you laugh like that,” he said gently, his fingertips tracing over the tops of your thighs, just close enough to tease. “Like you’re trying not to, but all that joy has to come out somehow.”

You pulled his head down to kiss him. “What did I do to deserve you?”

He smiled. “Just lucky, I guess.”

His hand moved closer to your heat. “Spread your knees for me, pretty girl.”

You took a shaky breath and did as he said, feeling a full-body blush as he dipped his fingers between your folds. He was gentle and slow, but every movement of his fingers drew the steady flame of your desire into a roaring fire.

“Josh,” you sighed against his mouth. He moved deeper, circling your clit.

“Say my name like that again.”

You whimpered a little when he teased at your entrance. “Josh.”

He gave a choked groan and eased a finger into you, and your hips arched up towards his hand. You let out a shaky breath that turned into a moan as he pressed against your clit, and you blushed.

“Sorry,” you said, a little embarrassed at how loud it had been.

He grinned. “Don’t be,” he said. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You sound so pretty like this, baby.”

He didn’t give you time to blush again before he set back to work, easing another finger into you, curling them in a come-hither motion.

“Josh, please,” you managed, your breaths stuttering as you gripped his shoulder and kissed him. Your head tilted back as he circled your clit, and he kissed a love mark into your neck.

“Fuck,” you breathed, hips rising to meet his hand. Heat curled between your legs, tense and heady, making you tremble beneath him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna — ”

You cut yourself off with a broken moan as his fingers moved inside you.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low with desire.

You gripped his arm to steady yourself, feeling his muscles shift under your hand as his tempo increased. Breathless moans spilled from you, needy and wanting.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?” he asked, love and desire in his voice as he kept you just on the edge of orgasm. Short little whines escaped you at his every movement; your legs squeezed together around his wrist.

He kissed you. “Do you know how often I’ve imagined what you sound like when you’re taking your pleasure? How long I’ve wanted to know how pretty you look when you’re about to cum?”

“Josh,” you begged. His voice alone was going to tip you over the edge if he kept talking like that.

He looked pleased at the raggedness of your voice.

“What is it, baby?” he cooed. “Tell me.”

“‘M gonna cum,” you panted.

“Are you?” he purred. He kissed you. “God, you’re so beautiful. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

That was all it took, and you were moaning and twisting beneath his hand as he drew you through it.

“Oh, Josh, yes, please,” you babbled, chanting his name like a prayer. He kept a steady pace, praising you and telling you he loved you as you rode your ebbing waves of pleasure.

“Thank you,” you said breathlessly.

He took his hand from between your legs, careful of how oversensitive you were, and drew you close to his chest.

“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely, a pleased smile on his face. “I do ok? Did I forget any words?”

You laughed and kissed his nose. “No, you were perfect.”

You tangled your legs with his, hooking your leg over his thigh and pressing close to him. You could feel how hard he was, but he held you close and kept up his gentle, grounding touch.

“That felt ok?” he asked. “Not — I mean, from a pleasure standpoint, of course I hope it was good, but... in general? You feel alright?”

You rested your hand against his neck and traced your thumb over his cheek. No one else you’d ever slept with had checked in with you like this, had ever taken the time to make sure you felt safe and comfortable like he was doing now. You knew he must be eager to take his own pleasure, but his love for you outweighed his physical desire.

“I feel wonderful,” you said, meaning it. You met his eyes. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone, Josh. It feels... perfect.”

He smiled, genuine and warm. “I think so too,” he said. “Being with you... I didn’t even know it could feel like this. Like everything’s the way it should be.”

He kissed you, sweet and adoring. “I love you so much, baby. More than I could ever tell you.”

You melted against him. “Me too.”

He kissed you like that for a while, holding you as you came down from your high until your overstimulation eased. He hummed “My Sweet Lady” against your skin — I promise I will stay right here beside you. You felt yourself warm to your desire again as he worshiped you with his hands, his long, slender fingers tracing every inch of you as he told you how beautiful you were to him.

“Josh,” you said and his jaw.

“Hm?”

“Your turn.”

He watched you with wide, adoring eyes and sat up against the pillows as you straddled him, his fingers going to your hips and rubbing circles there. He gave a choked little gasp when you pressed your heat against him, his voice pitching up sweetly, and you felt an overwhelming wave of love for him.

“Josh,” you cooed, lightly tracing your nails over his chest, into the dips and swells of his body. He was flushed under your palms, his heart racing as you leaned close to kiss him.

“Baby,” he said, a little breathless. You pulled back and saw he was already a little blissed out.

“What is it, love?” you asked.

He took a steadying breath. “I don’t — ” He groaned when your hips rolled against him. “I don’t have a condom.”

“That’s ok,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair. “I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a little clearer; he met your eyes.

You smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure. Now, are you gonna take your boxers off, or should I?”

You couldn't help a soft, affectionate laugh when he quickly made to comply. You raised yourself up to give him some room, inevitably leaning closer to him, and he lost touch with reality for a second.

“Good god,” he moaned, giving into temptation and pressing kisses all over your breasts. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

You grinned, feeling pleasure build between your legs at the feel of his mouth and hands on you. “That good, huh?”

“Fantastic,” he said with feeling. He allowed himself a few more seconds before he finished taking his boxers off; his hands found your waist again, running over your curves with unflagging enthusiasm and desire.

“You’re so warm and soft,” he said, his voice a little lovesick. “Perfect.”

Taking your time, you sank down on him until you had taken him completely. You both sighed when you were settled, taking a moment to get used to each other.

“You’re perfect too,” you said, tilting your head back in pleasure. It was heady, the feel of him filling you, his warmth both inside and out; you were a little lost in the sensation.

“Baby,” he said after a moment, his voice a little strained.

You met his eyes. “What is it? Are you ok? Do you want to stop?”

“No,” he said quickly. He swallowed. “Just... you can move. If you’re ready.”

You relaxed and gave a soft laugh.

“Sorry, honey,” you said, starting to roll your hips. “You just feel so good.”

His lashes fluttered as his head tipped back against the pillows, a soft gasp tumbling from his lips. You leaned close and kissed him, catching his moans against your mouth.

“Baby, baby,” he said, a beautiful, desperate catch to his voice. “I love you so much.”

His voice unraveled any control you had, and you rocked against him to take him deeper as you steadied yourself on his shoulders. He kissed your collarbone, fingers digging into your hips; your breath came in little gasps as the drag of his cock inside you made stars dance across your vision.

“Fuck,” he managed, feeling you tighten around him. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”

He had never looked more beautiful to you. His cheeks were flushed, his curls messy and falling across his brow, his expression bright with pleasure; his head was tilted back, his neck glistening with sweat, his pulse beating wildly.

He said your name like a moan, his fingers going to circle your clit again. Pleasure shocked through you, making you gasp.

“Josh,” you breathed, pressing kisses to the column of his throat. He was warm and sweet, and you felt a thrill at being loved by someone as handsome as he was.

When you pulled back to look at him and saw complete and utter adoration in his eyes, you couldn’t have stopped the wave of pleasure that crashed through you if you’d wanted to.

His name tumbled from your mouth over and over as you tightened around him, losing yourself in the feel of him. He gripped your waist hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you down onto him. He gave a broken gasp.

“Gonna cum, baby,” he said desperately.

Your legs shook with exhaustion and pleasure, but you kept your pace.

“Good boy,” you purred, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t know what had possessed you to say it, and you blushed as soon as you had, but he gave such a pretty little whine that you wanted to do it again.

“Cum for me, love,” you said, touching a hand to his rosy cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, the sound colored with pleasure, and you felt him shudder when he came deep inside you. You rode him until he was spent, and you couldn’t help a smile as he melted against you with a dreamy, blissed expression.

“Holy shit,” he managed, his chest rising and falling with deep, unsteady breaths. You pressed kisses everywhere you could reach.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said in adoration. “So good to me, Josh. I love you.”

“I love you,” he said, and you could hear the tinge of exhaustion in his voice. He framed your face in his hands.

“Thank you,” he said.

You smiled. “My pleasure.”

You held each other as you came down, exchanging breathless, messy kisses. You were a little cold with the adrenaline and pleasure wearing off, and you shivered under his hands.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

You nodded.

He kissed your cheek. “Let’s take a shower.”

A little wobbly on your feet, you let him take the lead as he draped the blanket over both of you and led you to the bathroom. He let you get in first when the water was hot and stepped in behind you.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, drawing you close. He lathered his hands with body wash and washed you, his touch gentle and steadying, intended to soothe rather than tease. He washed your hair next, easing his fingers through your tangles, kissing your face.

“Nice and warm, baby?” he asked.

You pressed close to him and gave him a hum of agreement.

You took your time washing him, giving him the same gentle affection he’d given you. He basked in the feel of your hands, and he gave a contented sigh when you massaged your fingers through his curls.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

His eyes fluttered open. “Sure. Shoot.”

“Did you...” You would have blushed if the water hadn’t been so warm. “Ok, be honest. At the end, when I said ‘good boy’... did you like that?”

His smile was a little sheepish. “Yeah, I did. Nobody’s ever said that to me before, so if you’d asked me then, I don’t know what I would have said. But yeah, I liked it a lot.”

You smiled, relieved that he’d liked it. You thought he had, but you wanted to make sure.

“You can always tell me if I do something you don’t like,” you said. You knew he knew that, but it didn’t hurt to say it.

His expression softened. “I know,” he said. “Same goes for you, baby.”

You talked for a little while longer, enjoying each other’s closeness and the warmth of the shower. He helped you towel off when you got out and brushed your hair for you.

“See you in a minute,” he said, giving you a parting kiss as he let you go to your room to get dressed while he went to the bunk room for his clothes. You dressed warmly, taking one last glance in the mirror before you left your room.

You had always heard of the “glow” that people got when they were in love. You saw it in Sam and Danny, and you saw it in Jake when he talked about his girlfriend. You’d always wondered if you would have it, one day, and you’d always known it would be for Josh and no one else.

Looking at your reflection, you saw the sparkle in your eyes, the warmth of your complexion, the smile that never seemed to go away when you were thinking of him. You gave a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Josh asked affectionately, putting his arm around your waist when you stepped out into the hallway. You snuggled close to him as he led you outside.

“I’ve got the glow of a woman in love,” you said.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Yeah, you do. It’s very pretty on you, baby.”

He held the door open for you, and you weren’t in the least surprised when the two of you were met by cheers and wolf whistles as you came down the porch steps. You gave the boys a wry smile as you and Josh accepted the drinks that were handed to you.

“How was it?” Sam asked, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Passable?”

You laughed. “If you must know, your brother is very talented.”

Sam’s smile was more of a grimace. “Gross,” he said. “But good for him.”

He steered you towards the fire that cast a warm glow over the yard now that the sun had set.

“Lordy,” you said, sputtering a little after a sip of your drink. “Is there any mixer in this?”

He grinned. “I dunno,” he said cheerfully. “Jake made it, so probably not.”

You leaned against him, both of you laughing a little at his tipsy lankiness.

“You guys have fun without us?” you asked.

“Tons,” he agreed. “But we're glad you're back. Jake got Danny to do shots, so my big guy’s ready to party all night long.”

As if on cue, you heard Danny and Josh start to sing along with the Led Zeppelin song that had just come on. Jake joined in when he’d downed the last of his drink.

“I was thinking about our pact while you were gone,” Sam said. “Do you think it would have been better if we’d just told them that night?”

You shrugged and smiled up at him. “I think it turned out the way it was supposed to. Besides, we have a pretty good story to tell about how we all got together.”

He laughed. “True.”

You welcomed the boys over when they’d made another round of drinks, all of you talking and laughing around the fire as the music played. You knew none of you would be in bed before dawn — you had the whole night ahead of you to be together, and you were going to cherish every last moment.

Josh put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans and gave you a kiss.

“Happy, baby?”

You smiled and kissed him back to the sound of your best friends’ affectionate teasing, knowing you were happier than you had ever been.

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legolaslovely · 3 years ago

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Lucky

A/N: This turned into a whole story?? WHA?? But I’m super happy about it! This story is my version of this post. Please! I’d still love to know what YOUR version would be! Shoot me an ask or comment and let me know! I have been in a super lovey dovey sappy mood lately and would love to share in it with anyone who’s up for it. Either way, I hope you get some joy from reading this story and that post. Also, I fudged the ages of Castleroy’s kids a bit to fit this story. Though through season two, we’re never told their ages! Also, as you can see, I used a lovely picture of Deano in the photoset because in my mind, he fits the role perfectly. :)

Pairing: Lord Aloysius Castleroy (Reign) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,135

Warnings: Talk of rough peasant life, reader has step-children, tw // food, FLUFF ALL THE FLUFFITY FLUFF

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You could have struggled through your entire life. You could have been sent to work for hours on end each day, only to perish from a single sparse harvest or plague. You could have been pushed on a man who only loved you for the sons you gave him. You could have been lonely.

But instead, you were quite lucky.

You met a man who didn’t care what others had to say about his life or his choices or his family. He didn’t listen to the whispers that followed him through the room when he asked you to dance and led you to the middle of the floor. Nor did he mind that even your presence at the gathering was a fortunate mistake or that you’d forgotten all the precise steps the moment he took your hand.

He only thought of the way your body relaxed against his, even with so few points of contact in the overly and cursedly appropriate dance. He fell for the stubborn lock of hair that always tickled your cheek no matter how you pinned it back, and he paid extra attention to your smile that only grew wider with each correct step. And when that light reached your eyes, he knew. He knew you were special.

And when he showed you his kindness, his generosity, his bravery, and soon, his love, you then gladly accepted his marriage proposal. Immediately.

Which is why you held no fear when he returned home from his business abroad and caught you teaching his children how to cook dinner for themselves. Anyone else would have shamed you- your own father would have beaten you- for attempting to teach the children of one of France’s most affluent men how to tend a fire or wash vegetables or set their own table. It was ludicrous.

To you, however, it was fun. And to the children- now your children- it was positively merry.

You asked the two boys to set the dining room table with whichever bowls caught their fancy from the cupboards. It only sent laughter bubbling through you when you saw them leave the kitchen with bits of cutlery and place ware from each of the home’s four dining and tea sets. But then again, you didn’t expect any less. You only hoped that you wouldn’t hear any crashing or shattering from the next rooms over.

Though you didn’t expect your oldest daughter to take any part in your little game, she begged you to show her how to knead and prepare the bread dough that had been left to rise in front of a sunny window. You divulged the secret tricks to tipping the delicate dough from the bowl and then beating everything but the yeast’s life out of it. She was an incredibly sharp girl and instantly took to what some may call the most difficult part of baking with quick skill. She even graced you with a genuine smile when she felt the dough transform into a ball of silk in her hands, and you didn’t hesitate to flick a finger full of flour onto her cheek as a reward.

Your youngest didn’t surprise you. While she was a bit different from her older siblings, she very much resembled you before you had found your place in life. Still, that knowledge did nothing to calm the swell of emotion that rose inside you when she clung to your apron skirts as soon as her brothers and sister scattered to their own work stations.

“Would you like to stay here and help me?” you asked her.

She nodded and slid up to the counter covered with raw vegetables. The center of her chest barely reached the wooden slab workspace, so you gave her a clean towel and asked her to dry the freshly washed carrots. As you peeled the potatoes, round, blue eyes like her father’s watched the knife swirl and slice in your calloused, well worked fingers.

While you worked together, you told her stories of what it had been like to be a child on a farm. And as you chopped vegetables and she piled them into the large pot you’d placed on the floor in her reach, the both of you sang the songs of France that any little one, rich or poor, would know by heart.

“Papa! Look!” was all she said before running to him and dragging him through the kitchen by the hand.

“I see! You’ve been busy,” he said, picking her up and kissing her.

“Yes,” she said. “And Gemma baked the bread and the boys set the table!”

“Very good!” With a look to you, he added, “And brave.”

You smiled at him, doing a horrid job of hiding the roll of your eyes.

He kissed your cheek before following his children to the dining room and listening to each of them share their individual roles for the night. Their proud voices rang through the lower floor of the house as you continued your work, humming to yourself and swiping the last of the diced onions into the pot still on the floor. You wiped your hands, preparing to lift the large vessel onto the counter when your husband appeared and did it for you.

“And where have all my helpers gone?” you asked.

“I’ve sent them to bathe and dress for the special meal you all have prepared.” He rolled up his sleeves. “Though I, my love, am ever at your service.”

You had him lift the jug of broth and pour the measured amount into the pot. Then, as you stirred the steaming soup, he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Our youngest was very excited to tell me of your history with potatoes. And I believe there’s even a chance she may eat her carrots now that she knows how much work goes into growing them.”

You leaned into his warmth. “I thought it right they know where I came from and what you’ve done for me.”

He kissed your skin. “You’re right. They should know how strong and brilliant their new mother is.”

You turned into his embrace, struggling to speak through the lump in your throat and the tightness in your chest, and held his face as you kissed him. “I’m very happy,” you said against his lips. He understood the many meanings behind the statement.

“As am I.”

“I’m glad you’re home.”

He held out his hand to you. “What do you say we bathe you and get you dressed for the delicious dinner you’ve prepared. And I can show you just how glad I am to be home.”

You took his arm and he led you upstairs to your shared chambers where he, as always, spoiled you rotten.

Yes, you were very lucky.

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checkurwindow · 4 years ago

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too late

Book: Open Heart

Warnings: Not the best fic I’ve written but I needed to get the idea out of my head so here you go. Once again, angsty as hell.

Rating: General

Pairing: Ethan x M!MC (ft. Bryce x mc)

Word Count: 1900+ words

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The party was in full swing. With the sun setting and all kinds of alcohol being passed around, everyone was feeling warm and giddy. People were dancing in the middle of the room without a single care, others were sitting at tables, conversing and laughing freely. Near the stage at the front of the space, the top lights had been dimmed and instead replaced with soft flashing lights,

In short, it was the type of party Ben was not used to.

Once the ceremony was over, they moved indoors and he’d barely moved from his seat since, only getting up to enjoy and milk the open bar stocked with the most expensive liquor. Elijah had left the table long ago, and Sienna only came back to talk to him every half hour or so. And just like that, he was left alone at the table with his glass(es) of Gin & Tonic.

He was lost in his own thoughts when she heard the chair beside her scrape across the marble floor, making her jump in her seat.

“Some party, huh?” Ethan’s eyes scanned across the room as he sat down beside him.

Sitting up straighter in his chair, he felt a sudden wave of nervousness wash over him, “yeah, it’s uh...it’s great.”

“I bet you fifty bucks that he,” he pointed to Sothy, Elijah’s intern, doing rounds of shots with the other interns, “ends up belly-flopping onto a table,” he held back a laugh, “or something in that spectrum of dumb things to do.”

“I see your fifty and raise you to a hundred,” Ben challenged and a smile emerged from his tightly pressed lips as they both turned their attention to Jackie and Elijah, “that my dear friends and second year resident over there will make a catastrophically disastrous attempt at stealing that swan over there,” she pointed to where Jackie was suspiciously eyeing the ice-sculpture at the corner, whispering to Elijah and pointing accusingly.

He let out a chuckle, “y’know what, I don’t doubt that in the slightest, seeing as how they’ve somehow managed to drink the bar dry of whiskey,” he raised his glass that was unusually filled with brandy.

“You’re being unusually open tonight, what’s wrong with you?” Ben teased.

“I don’t really know, maybe it’s because we’re finally out of the hospital and all the work and problems are far far away from here,” he replied smoothly, taking the last sip of his drink.

“I suppose,” Ben said.

“So I was thinking,” he started but was quickly cut off by the burst of excitement from Harper, who sat down next to Ethan and held his hands so he would face her.

“I am loving this venue,” she said, looking around and admiring her surroundings, “I’m so glad we got to come here!”

Ethan looked up at Harper with a sweet and gentle smile, caressing her arm with his hand. He looked peaceful, his eyes locked on Harper, full of love and adoration.

Something he would never have with him.

Before Harper could continue her rambles and talk about her and Ethan’s future together even more (he was sure if he heard a baby name, he would’ve exploded), Naveen came over and clapped Ethan on the shoulder, Harper giving him a hug and a wide smile.

Ben gave him a hug, a wide smile planted on the older doctor’s face as they parted, “I’m so glad to see you could all make it,” he said, smiling brightly.

“Congratulations, this really is a beautiful setup,” Harper complimented.

Naveen chuckled slightly, “thanks, I thought it was a little bit much, but I don’t suppose the groom gets a lot of say in wedding planning,” everyone laughed, though his seemed to sound a little too forced, “but whatever makes the wife happy, makes me happy,” he was happy that Naveen had finally found someone to share the rest of his life with, but god, everything was so lovey-dovey and sappy, it made him almost want to throw up.

Screw love, why couldn’t he have what everyone else seemed to attain so easily?

Harper gasped as an upbeat song started playing, “I love this song! Ethan, babe, come dance with me,” she took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. He went easily, smiling at Harper with such passion.

Ben had to admit it, he’d never seen Ethan happier than now. Ever since he and Harper started dating, he had almost become a different person. His smile was wider and he was more enthusiastic and high-spirited when she saw him. He even started taking days off from work, could you imagine?

The look on his face must’ve been too gloomy and somber as Naveen placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

He nodded, “I’m...fine, thanks.”

Naveen pursed his lips, but didn’t think much more of it and nodded nonetheless. He had long ago figured out Ben’s feelings for Ethan, or at least that was what he thought it was. To Ben, however, it was something that just grew more every time he looked at him.

It was something that made him wonder what his lips would feel like, if they were really as soft as they appeared to be. He imagined how he’d look in the mornings, when the sunlight would flow through the room and wrap around his skin. He wondered if he’d whisper sweet nothings tenderly into his ear when they were alone and the world was quiet.

He imagined what it would be like when he’d see him after work. Would he wrap his arms around his waist, pull him close, and inhale his familiar scent that he’d grown to love, or would he kiss his cheek and tell him all about his day.

Of course, he let these be what they originally were: thoughts. He didn’t dare to share these hopeful wishes with anyone. Not that it would matter in the end, he probably already does those with Harper.

“Well, I’m off to try and sober Doctor Yoeun up before he breaks something,” Naveen says, knocking him out of his daydreaming trance.

He called his name as he found a glass of water, “Congratulations, I’m really happy for you,” he returned his smile before walking away.

The upbeat tempo in the air was quickly swapped with a slow song, forcing him to keep his eyes on his glass, a desperate attempt to avoid seeing Ethan and Harper as they slowly swayed in each others’ embrace.

Despite that, temptation had found him soon after, and as luck would have it, the happy couple was in the middle of his sight the second he looked up. Ethan was resting his cheek closely to Harper’s, whispering into her ear. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling them closer to each other.

Moments passed and he was still watching them, a mix of envy and guilt building up uneasily inside his chest. Suddenly, his eyes locked with the deep blue ones of Ethan. He seemed to be entranced by her, staring for a while as he swayed with another person in his arms. As fast as it had happened, he realised exactly what he was doing and quickly looked away, pretending that nothing had happened.

Heavy footsteps approached him and he was greeted by Bryce walking over, waving softly at him, “there you are.”

“Hey, Bryce,” he sighed, hoping that he didn’t notice the drop in his mood, how his demeanor was completely different from before when they had met in the courtyard earlier in the evening, his sweet charm making her laugh.

“This wasn’t exactly the friendly welcome I was hoping for,” he joked as he sat down in the chair beside him, the one Ethan had previously sat in a mere 15 minutes ago.

“No, sorry, it’s just-” he rubbed her temples and let out a frustrated groan before looking up at him again and giving him a half-smile, “sorry.”

“No worries,” he assured him and leaned back, placing an arm around the back of his chair, “nice ceremony huh?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” he’d never been to a beach wedding before, and while he didn't appreciate the sand in his shoes, the view and fresh air weren’t one to complain about.

He wouldn’t mind having a beach wedding one day, granted he finds someone who he could see himself spending the rest of his life with, someone who appreciates him, who listens and laughs with him.

And just like that, his eyes landed back on him, Ethan, and his head was clouded with the millions of possibilities about the wonderful life they could have led together. But he knew better, and so he pushed those thoughts away.

Bryce followed his gaze and cleared his throat, “would you like to dance?” he held out his hand, and he was hesitant but took it in the end. It wasn’t as if staring at a man he could never have would do him any better.

His big, gentle, promising hands that held his own with such care led him to the dance floor, his grip never faltering for even a second.

Bryce wrapped an arm around his waist and his hand with the other. Ben held onto his shoulders with his free hand, and for a while, they just held each other close and swayed in time to the music.

He could feel his breath near his ear, his fingers finally intertwining with Ben’s. It made his stomach flip, not used to the normally unfamiliar affection. He leaned against him and laid his head on Bryce’s shoulder, closing his eyes, feeling more peaceful and calm than ever before.

While others around them danced in a soft sway, they moved slowly in a circle, more focused on the warmth of the other than the actual dance. Ben buried his face into the surgical resident’s neck, hearing him swallow nervously as he did so.

Seconds passed, maybe minutes, or even hours. He couldn’t tell, too caught up in the tempo of the song and the steady beat of his heart to care, the safe feeling he experienced drowning out everything else around them.

Suddenly, Bryce pulled back, licking his lips and gazing at Ben with the entrancing dark brown eyes of his, “do you want to get out of here?” he asked.

He’d never heard him so shaky, his normal easy confidence replaced with the slight quiver in his voice with every breath, but he knew that he held promise. Promise of what, he was yet to know, but he’d like to find out.

“Yeah,” he whispered and he nodded firmly. He took their intertwined hands and led them back to his table, saying their goodbyes to the others.

As they headed for the door, Ben looked to the dance floor to find Ethan looking back at her. It made him pause, the look of uncertainty on Ethan’s face, his eyebrow raised and mouth parted slightly.

Ben liked to think that one day Ethan would try. One day, Ethan would stop distracting himself with work and worrying about what the future would hold for him. He had hoped that he would sit down and have an honest conversation about them and that he would let her see that vulnerability that he hides so well, the person behind the white coat, the sarcasm, the bottled up feelings. He liked to think that they would be the ones dancing closely right now, or even the ones sneaking out.

But it was too late.

He mentally shook himself as he blinked, looking away and walking out of the reception, leaving behind the look of heartbreak on Ethan’s face as tears escaped from the eyes of both parties.

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amaya777 · 4 years ago

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First Valentine’s Day | A Twisted Wonderland OC Oneshot

Since Valentine’s Day is getting closer, of course I really wanted to do something with Sander and Azul. After thinking about it, I went for sweet and heartfelt with their lack of romance experience while considering how insecure Azul would be regarding showing his octa-form to anyone at all. Poor thing, I would want to see that side of him and probably think that it’s cool or cute after all.

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Today was an extremely busy day at the Mostro Lounge, even more so than usual. But it is Valentine’s Day and of course Azul was going to capitalize on it to make so much money. Sander had hoped that he would get to spend some time with his boyfriend on this romantic holiday. But instead he was busing and serving tables as many customers, mostly couples came to eat and drink the specials for today; sweet treats in shades of pink, red, and white decorated with the customary hearts. Even the lounge itself was themed for such an occasion with mood lighting to make the atmosphere that much more romantic.

He sighed, envious of all the couples as they kiss and be so lovey-dovey with each other. Why couldn’t he just get a few seconds to spend with Azul? He had already gotten some friendship chocolates from Kalim and Deuce earlier, but has yet to give his to Azul. It’s been nonstop since the lounge opened, continuing to do his work.

After so long of tending to customers, it had finally gotten to be early in the evening as the Mostro Lounge was closed. Sander was left to close the lounge for the night along with Azul who was in the VIP lounge as usual. Some peace and quiet, Sander went over and got his chocolate before he made his way to the office and knocked on the door. Being called in, Sander hid the chocolate behind his back as he entered inside and Azul smiled at him.

“Today was certainly a busy day, but worth it with how much we have made. Anything sweet, romantic, and sappy; people just eat it up and will splurge on it all for the sake of love.”

Azul chuckled at that as Sander knew that was a bit harsh, but true and he is a businessman after all. He walked up to the other as Azul raised his eyebrow, now noticing the hands behind his back. Sander blushed a bit before revealing and handing over the chocolate, which was seashell-shaped with sea salt caramel filling inside. He had to save up for a good long while in order to afford something that he felt would live up to Azul’s standard.

This is the first time he’s ever given any sort of Valentine either, always alone and not having anyone to give chocolates to. Sander was anxious as Azul took the chocolate, hoping that it was enough. He could see the other smiling, surprised when Azul pulled out a fancy box tied with a ribbon and handed it to him.

“Thank you. To be honest, this is the first time I’ve gotten chocolate from someone that wasn’t my parents. Before you, I didn’t have time for romance and didn’t think anyone would actually want to love me anyways. If it weren’t for business, we could have had a date like all those couples who came here.”

Sander nodded, so surprised to hear that but knew about his past. He then carefully opened the box as there was a large chocolate bon-bon with a shiny glaze and beautiful purple and white flowers on top. Wow, now this looks like something from one of those expensive bakeries, much more lovely than his in comparison.

“Azul, this is beautiful. Thank you so much. We both seem to have been lonely before this, but we have each other now. I know, but you have a business to run after all so I understand. Oh, we can still do something though.”

He had gotten an idea as Azul was curious, having gotten up and getting closer to his boyfriend.

“And what might that be?”

“A walk on the beach, especially with the moon out tonight.”

Sander had thought of it, thinking of how romantic a moonlit walk would be with him. Azul hesitated for a moment as he sighed and took the other’s hands in his own.

“You truly are a romantic. Alright, we can do that then.”

After making sure to eat each other’s chocolates first, Sander and Azul left the dorm and were able to make it down to the beach in the southern part of the Isle. It had grown much darker out and the moon was so bright in the sky, perfect for still being able to see. With their socks and shoes off, Sander walked hand in hand with Azul along the beach just listening to the waves. Of course Sander was to his left and closest to the water as it would brush up against his feet at times.

“Azul, I want to go swimming with you. Not like when we visited the museum, I mean with you in your other form like the twins.”

This came out of nowhere to Azul, blushing a little as he looked down and away from Sander.

“My octopus merfolk form? It’s not like what you see me as now. I’m big and slow along with having all those tentacles. How could you possibly want to see me like that? You would just laugh at me like everyone else does..”

They had stopped walking as Azul couldn’t face him, recalling his memories and afraid to let someone he liked see him in such an ugly clumsy state. But Sander shook his head, smiling gently back at him.

“Azul, I would never ever laugh at you. I saw your baby picture, remember? It was so cute, but I can only imagine that growing into it, you must look so cool now. It doesn’t have to be right away, just when you are ready.”

Azul gazed back up at Sander, seeing that sweet smile and surprised at the reassurance before blushing some more.

“Right, when I am ready and willing to let you see that side of me.”

Sander was glad to hear it before hugging Azul which really caught him off guard, the two of them falling onto the sand. Laughing at first, it was Azul who ended up kissing Sander on the lips for a while before they both laid on the sand next to each other under the glow of the moonlight. But soon realizing that they needed to get back to school, the couple got up and brushed off as much of the sand off each other as they could. They managed to make it back to Octavinelle quite late, a miracle that they didn’t get caught for going out and off school grounds after curfew. For both of them, this was their first Valentine’s Day together and hopefully not the last with many more to come.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #octavinelle oc #twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst wonderland #oneshot #fanfic #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland fanfic

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cherrymoonxx · 3 years ago

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hey! i hope you're doing well! i'm happy to hear you're in a lovey dovey mood lol! for me, the happiest i was when my brother was born. bc i've always wanted a younger sibling and i remember being happy and excited by every little thing he did that entire month bc my younger self still couldn't believe i had a sibling lol! and i remember thinking that, 'my family is complete now". (now im kinda sappy now:) thank you so much!!- 🤭 anon (don't mind me, im sending it twice bc tumblr💀)

Hey 🤭 anon! Aww this is soo adorable! Thank you for sharing this with me. I think it’s super sweet how you care for your younger sibling.

Right away, I’m reminded of dipping your feet in the lake. Sharing Ice cream cones. Summer vibes. Music. Space. Stargazing. Playful wrestling. Lazy kisses. Idk why but I feel like your person may be a musician or can play an instrument. I feel like music is really important to them. I kept seeing someone strumming their guitar in a coffee shop. You’re fascinated with the way their hands touch the guitar so swiftly. You don’t realize you’re staring at them until you lock eyes with them. They smirk at you, and you blush and look away. You’re embarrassed and your heart is beating like crazy. You try to drink the last of your drink quickly so you can leave before embarrassing yourself further, but before you even get up they’re walking towards you. They don’t say anything, but they wink at you and leave something on your table before walking out. Turns out it’s a piece of napkin with their number on it. Oooo👀. That’s like a whole scene from a movie lol. It may not happen like that of course, but it’s the vibe I’m getting from your relationship with them. I feel like they’re a bit smug and maybe a bit sarcastic. They love to tease you.

Ok so let me tell you, when I was shuffling my cards to see what your relationship will be like with your spouse, I could not get any cards at all. I shuffled for a good few minutes and a few times I got too many cards. I feel like your spouse is kind of an asshole lol. Like they’d be the type that loves to mess with people. After a bit of shuffling, I got The Fool. I feel like the relationship with your partner has an air of innocence and adventure. I feel like you’d love to be around this person. You guys will have so much fun together! I feel like your partner will bring out a fun adventurous side out of you. They will introduce you to things you’ve never experienced before. They’re literally going to transform your life, in a good way of course. They’re going to help you be bold and let go of your insecurities. They will love you and although they can be a little shit, they will always show you how deeply they care for you. I feel like they kind of get embarrassed with the lovey dovey stuff tho. Like they’re all confident with everything else, but when it comes to talking about their feelings, they’ll be super embarrassed. And you’ll playfully tease them about it, but you secretly love how innocent they seem in those moments.

Awww seems like a super fun and adorable relationship! I hope you enjoyed this reading!

Take care 🤭 anon. It was a pleasure reading for you again💕

#🤭 anon #free reading #free intuitive reading #free tarot readings #free intuitive readings #free tarot reading #ask #FS personality reading

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rosicheeks · 2 years ago

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💌 - Have you ever, or would you ever, give(n) someone a handwritten love letter?

#love letters my beloved #I love writing love letters (or honestly just letters in general) so much #growing up I was known for writing long letters to my friends and family #honestly it depends on what you would classify as a *love letter*#I’ve never wrote a super long letter expressing my love and all my true feelings #but I have written quite a few notes and letters out of love #if we want to go literal when I was dating my ex I would write little letters for him all the time #we lived together so usually when I left I would leave a little note with a packed bowl 💖#also for a few birthdays and holidays (especially when I was broke) I would make things for him #and that usually ended up having a super long letter on it or with it #aww story time #I still remember writing little post it notes for him and sticking them around the house for him to randomly find 😂#or like when he was excited to come home from work and do something or watch something (usually baseball related)#I would leave pump up post it’s from the garage to his room 😂😂😂#or when I was in a sappy lovey dovey mood I would leave little ‘I love you’ or ‘you’re cute’ or random cutesy stuff #and stick them all over his room #some obvious like right by his tv or computer #and some would be random to find like under blankets or in drawers 😌#honestly once I find the love of my life???? I’m going to be writing them so many love letters 🥺#or maybe I’ll write a song or two for them 🥺🥺🥺🥺#ugh I can’t wait #thanks for the question lovely 💖#ask

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coffeetablettowers · 4 years ago

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Headcanons I’ve bounced off of @idreamofdragons because she’s great and indulges me. Most are Seto/Joey and some are Tristan/Ryou.

Kaiba loves ramen, but somehow sucks at making them (he either doesn't wait long enough for them to cook or he waits too long and they're all mushy) so mokuba or joey makes it for him and really it's a double win because he gets his fav food AND somebody he loves made it just for him.

When Joey cooks Seto becomes joey's taste tester and he takes that role very seriously. When he tastes something really good he becomes quiet and savors the taste, then kisses joey.

joey is an energy drink person and seto is a coffee drinker. joey bought seto a coffee flavored energy drink Once (1 time) and seto was so disgusted by it he ridiculed joey about it All Day. Joey did not kiss him that day, but at night when Seto's laying in bed and realizes this he starts to feel bad and text's Joey "thank you".

(about that one post with the kitten sleeping in the shoe) seto and joey have a kitten and one morning while seto's getting ready to leave he finds the kitten sleeping propped up in his shoe. he takes like twenty pictures of it and is quietly gushing over his perfect little creature. When joey wakes up he finds that his phone is flooded with pics of the kitten in the shoe. their kitten is so damn spoiled. seto gets it the best researched cat food, no tap water for this kitten seto uses filtered water (joey convinced him to use a breta filter water pitcher after he learned seto was always buying water), and the cat bed? blue eyes white dragon castle kitty bed baby.

seto is not a morning person. why else would he drink coffee at the tender age of 17 (or 16. however old he is. either way teens should not be drinking coffee or energy drinks). when he first tried to set his alarm clock to the time that he should get up mokuba caught him just staring off into space in his bed because he was just so tired. Mokuba got into his cellphone and set it to like an hour or two earlier so Seto can space out as long as he needed and gather the strength to get up for the day. when joey spends the night and sees Seto spacing out in the morning he thinks it's the most adorable "omg seto is human" thing ever and takes a picture.

joey dressed up as santa claus and gave mokuba that gift that he wanted (he saved all his money for it) and then gave seto a small gift and then whispered to meet him under the mistletoe after mokuba's asleep ^_~ with a little squeeze to seto's nonexistant booty. seto jumps at this and starts to blush and fumbles with an excuse when mokuba asks him what's wrong

Kaiba probably has a maid/maids. he's rich enough to have security team so he probably has maids to deal with all the little stuff around the house that he and mokuba don't have time for. Joey doesn't get used to this fact. he finds it odd to have people cleaning up after them. After being together for some time one time Joey dressed up as a maid, hid in Kaiba's office, and popped out asking, "Mr. Kaiba" if he could be of any service to him. He had never seen Kaiba turn so red from blushing before and teased him about it, but kaiba shut him up with a kiss while slamming his door shut.

seto and joey sometimes sleep big spoon/little spoon. they switch between who is big spoon and who is little spoon, but most times if seto's had a really bad day he's the little spoon. But to wake-up in the same position is a miracle because joey is a mover in his sleep. seto has been slapped and kicked by him before.

Tristan and ryou watch a mixture of horror, action, and rom-com movies. They get all their snacks and blankets together and are just super cozy. Tristan has nightmares after the horror movies and clings to ryou in his sleep. Ryou thinks it's adorable and hugs him back so when they wake up they're limbs are tangled with each other.

How they celebrate New Year’s: seto/joey: celebrate with fireworks and when joey's away from mokuba seto kisses him. tristan/ryou: ryou baked a bunch of pastries and tristan learned how to make some cocktails for them to celebrate while watching fireworks on the tv

Also New Year’s: The gang, seto, and mokuba gathered for fireworks. Tristan and joey being dumb with fireworks and mokuba wants to join them so bad, but seto said no. When seto's away joey gives mokuba some roman candles to shoot off and he has a blast. When seto comes back and sees mokuba with the roman candles he wants to THROTTLE joey because who else would go against his word, but he just sees how excited mokuba is and settles with a frown towards joey. Yami Yugi LOVES fireworks. He has mastered holding two roman candles in each hand and likes the really explosive fireworks. He gets all the debris, puts it in a pile, and lights it on fire. Seto has never seen this side of yami and is so confused by it.

Hell have no fury like joey stopping seto from drinking his fifth traveler sized mug of coffee.

seto will make damn sure everything is done on his schedule/to do list if it's the last thing. It haunts him until he gets out of bed and does the thing he missed if he doesn't get stuff done.

seto has all the figurines and novelty items of blue eyes white dragon in their own glass cases and joey has to hear seto talk all about it, but you know what? joey love hearing seto talk so passionately about stuff he loves. he also likes watching seto pick out which coat he's going to wear for the day. seto tries on at least 5 before settling for one he likes.

seto had a whole walk-in closet dedicated to his coats. When they were in the beginning stages of their dating and seto brought joey over for the first time he showed joey the really big room with all of his interests and seto rambled on forever about them. Joey couldn't believe it and was just as excited as seto. Both of their excitements fed off of each other and they were like dorks in a game store. Also joey liking his stuff gave seto an ego boost.

Seto and joey both think each other is the hardest person to gift for birthdays, valentine's, and christmas because, Seto's reason: wants it to be so perfect he overthinks Joey: what do you get the guy that can just do whatever he wants Mokuba is utilized by both. Joey asks him questions and Mokuba makes offhanded suggestions to seto. Seto and joey get Mokuba gifts as well.

idreamofdragon’s addition to the above: Seto is SO SAPPY. And Joey's touched everytime even tho he doesn't need big extravagant and expensive showings of love. >< He's also always like Joey doesn't have to get him anything but like...... he feels he does and is wrecked by itttt.

Joey/Yugi: Joey likes to carry yugi on his shoulders. It doesn't always come up, but when it does he is always excited. In fact joey never misses a chance to tell yugi he's his perfect fun-sized boyfriend

YUGI'S SCHOOL CLOTHES IN THE MANGA LOOK TOO BIG ON HIM. He has trouble shopping for clothes and knows how to make his own. That's why he ends up with his own fashion sense of belts and chokers because only really fashionie people are brave enough to wear that.

Joey’s birthday: First birthday together: seto has a limo pick joey up and take him to wherever seto is meeting him for breakfast. It's awkward in the beginning and even more so when seto tells him he has to get back to the office, but joey can use the limo for whatever he likes and then gives him a credit card and says to buy himself whatever he likes. Joey voices that he can't just buy him things and expect it to be okay and that next time he expects to spend some actual quality time with his supposed boyfriend. Seto's taken aback by this, but calmly takes his cellphone out and tells his secretary to cancel all his meetings, delegates other things, then hangs up and tells joey he better be worth clearing a whole day for. Joey fumes and is like, "OF COURSE I'M WORTH IT. I'D DO THE SAME FOR YOU JERK". Moved in together: Mokuba makes breakfast for joey and it always brings a tear to his eye. Where joey sits at the table there's a little giftbox from Seto and it's a new pin to add to his denim jacket. Seto comes out of his room and asks joey what're they doing for the day. For lunch and dinner Seto calls ahead and has them clear out the restaraunt so it's just them three (for lunch) and two (for dinner).

tristan knows nothing about hair. hell he barely knows what to do with his and lucked out on finding a good style for it. so when ryou is in a fun mood and asks him to fix his hair he freaks, but figures brushing and putting it in a ponytail will be good enough. so they're sitting on his bed and tristan's brushing ryou's big mound of hair and he notices how soft his hair is and before he knows it ryou's giggling at him and asking if he's as soft as a bunny. tristan jumps and turns red which makes ryou laugh and the sound of ryou laughing makes tristan's heart pitterpatter. finally he has ryou's hair up and ryou turns around and kisses him on the cheek. tristan asks if he's going to look at it and ryou's like, "nope. i already know it looks good because it was done by you." and really tristan is goop now because his boyfriend is so cute.

every saturday joey has the gang over at seto's place to play guitar hero. why seto's place? because he owns the game and console. seto tries to do some work in a near-by room, but keeps hearing how god awful some of their playing is and comes out, tells them, "move dweebs. let me show you how to really play" and just ROCKS IT. He is very into it and when the song's done everybody claps. the gang lives for seto playing his 1 round every saturday. they try to get him to stay longer, but he tells them that he doesn't want to associate with dorks. joey fights back with, "who's the dork that owns the system?!" seto ignores him.

when ryou is in a playful mood he tries to see how many times he can make tristan flustered and turn red. for the most part though when they're around the gang they aren't showy or lovey-dovey about their relationship. they may hold hands or brush their fingers against the other's arm, but they're not really out for some reason, which is why it's a big surprise when they're all departing and tristan gives ryou a quick kiss before ryou leaves for his apartment and the rest of the gang is just like, "what was that?!" tristan turns red. the gang already knew tristan and ryou were dating. they spotted the two holding hands when they thought nobody was looking or the way tristan always fretted over ryou, but knew they didn't want to bring attention to themselves so for tristan to kiss ryou in front of them is an opportunity they're not going to miss to playfully tease him and also be like, "finally!"

Jin: Tristan's so adorable when it comes to relationships. He doesn't realize how obvious he is. But he's h u g e romantic.

#yu gi oh #yu-gi-oh #seto kaiba #jounouchi katsuya #tristan taylor #ryou bakura #otp #headcanon #god this a #long post

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authorized-trash · 5 years ago

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To Tie a Knot: Chapter Three: Virgil’s Verdict

Ao3

Chapter One , Chapter Two

Trigger Warnings:

Sympathetic Deceit, self hate, mild language, hospital mention, panic

Chapter Summary:

Fate works in mysterious ways (in the dead of night, apparently.)

Word Count:

2,400+

Note:

This is where things get tricky, as the story on Ao3 has Deceit’s name down as Ethel, while here it is Damian. And since im copying and pasting from where i posted it to ao3, i gotta change his name over to here haha. If you see a mistake where i called him the wrong thing, yell at me

Anyways, we’re just going to ignore the fact that im pretty sure its nearly been a year since last time i updated, shhh

reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated!

Damian was getting real sick of this stupid hospital room.

The walls were a obnoxiously bright gray, and the curtains did little to block out the pale sun of winter. There was this stupid little picture across from his bed, with a cute silhouette couple holding hands, a small loopy string dangling from their fingers.

Damian rolled over onto his side, picking at the slightly peeling paint. He’d been in here for days, and still had an hours wait before he was discharged.

His spine hurt from being in this position for so long, but he’d already explored the hospital five times now.

He didn’t understand what was so important about him being here so long. They already told him the bad news. He’d already passed the mark for another soulmate. He had already come to terms wi-

A lump raised into Damian’s throat, but he swallowed it down. He hadn’t cried yet. He wouldn’t now.

Perhaps the hardest part about this whole ordeal was the pitying looks. The nurses telling him it was alright to cry. The therapist that had stopped by to tell him it wasn’t healthy to act like everything was fine.

Everything was fine though, right? It wasn’t like Damian lost something important. He didn’t lose his job, didn’t lose his house. No, he lost someone he hadn’t even met yet. Surely it wasn’t that important.

Yeah, he’d be a bit lonely, but was that really important? No. It wasn’t, not really.

His stomach twisted into knots. It didn’t bother him, it didn’t. The feeling of nothing he found didn’t mean anything. The complete lack of movement from his fatestring meant nothing.

He ran a hand through his hair, and even after all this time, was a bit disappointed when he didn’t feel the string pull against his finger.

With a sigh, he sat up, reaching for his phone. He had gotten a notification from Remy, five minutes ago. He opened it. They’d be here soon.

His phone buzzed in his hand as he got a message from Emile. Sometime this week they’d swapped numbers, the therapy student wanting to be nice and keep him some kind of company.

-Hey were heading there now, you ready to leave

Damian rolled his eyes.

-no, i really do enjoy it here

-Thought so see you soon

Damian put his phone into his pocket as he stood. Stretching. He stretched out the soreness in his arms and headed out of his room. HE was given some paperwork, which he finished quick enough.

The hospital was on campus of the town university he attended. He would’ve normally just walked to his dorm, but Remy had insisted he drive Damian.

He spotted Remy’s car, recognizing the sunglasses clad male as he opened the side door.

“What, no Emile today?” Damian asked as he buckled in.

“He had work. Where do you wanna go babes? We can go out to eat or-“

“I think I’d just like to go home. Today is just such a lovely day.”

Remy looked out the window to see the thunder clouds rolling up over the hills in the distance. He rolled his eyes as he turned out of the parking lot.

“Yeah well, I’m not leaving you alone all evening, get that into that pretty little head of your’s Dee. We’re goin’ to your apartment if you are, hon.”

“Figured as much,” Damian said as he pulled his hat over his eyes and laid his head back against the head rest. That feeling of emptiness was present again. ‘We’ Remy had said. He was most likely bringing Emile along. It just reminded Damian about how he wasn’t going to get another soulmate. Another fatestring. Another chance. He didn’t do anything wrong to deserve this, did he? Sure he took that pack of gum from the store without paying, but that was years ago. And yeah maybe he was a bit sarcastic and stand offish, but surely-

“Hon I can hear those gears turning in your head.”

Damian flushed. He looked at the frayed end of his fatestring again, messing with it with his other hand. Remy’s eyes caught the movement as they pulled up to a stop light.

“You’re looking at it again, aren’t you.”

“No.” Remy sighed, “Damian, sweetheart, platonic love of my life,” Damian grumbled at that one, “It will be fine. The reassigning is just a little late is all. Perhaps its finding the perfect match to tag you onto right now. It’s rare not to get reassigned babe, there’s no way you won’t be.”

Damian shrugged.

“Okay. That’s it babes. We’re getting some coffee. I ain’t goin’ into some sappy ass monologue just for you to shrug me off. I’m going to cheer you up with chocolate and sparkles. Buckle up.”

“I am.”

“Shuthu’ fuck up.”

Damian hid a smirk as he lifted his hat from his eyes and looked up to see Remy’s irritated driving. They pulled into the starbucks, and Damian attempted to forget the whole soulmate thing for the time being.

Easier said than done.

Two Months Later

“You are being ridiculous.”

“Oh, am I? I’m being ridiculous? You, sir, are ridiculous. I am simply trying to get my work done, now if you’d simply leave me alone,” Roman huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in indignation.

“Ro, honey, you were shouting lyrics to beauty and the beast at nine in the afternoon, people are sleepy.”

Roman gave an outraged cry, he was being ganged up on by the glasses gays! He would not stand for this! “It was not shouting, I was belting! I was singing as loud as my heart desires, I simply wish to follow my heart!”

“More like belching them out,” Virgil snickered into his hoodie sleeve from his seat on the counter. Roman gave a few offended noises that sounded suspiciously like squawking.

“How dare! I am simply trying to memorize my lyrics-“

“And why don’t you,” Logan came up behind him, placing his hands on his shoulders lightly, “Memorize them in your room, and not off the balcony.”

“But there’s no romanticism in that.”

“Baby, I’m sure that nice imagination of yours can think of a nice audience to listen to you,” Patton said, kissing Roman on the forehead as the redhead fell to the couch.

“A more willing audience then our neighbors,” Virgil grumbled, “I don’t want another sound complaint.”

“Better yet,” Patton said, pulling Roman right back to his feet, why don’t we go to your room, and I’ll listen to you..”

Roman perked up like a puppy, nodding and already pulling Patton into his room. Logan and Virgil watched them leave, both with love stricken looks.

“This happens every night,” Logan said, walking to the coffee pot to poor him another cup.

“Yeah well, it’s a routine at this point,” Virgil said, eyeing the new cup in Logan’s hands, “You’re not planning on staying up all night with that, are you?”

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I do need to stay up late, yes. I have an essay that needs edited.”

“Logan you are going to work yourself to death one of these days.”

“And you plan on sleeping soon?”

Virgil grumbled some excuses, just as Logan thought he would. The bespectacled male smiled into his mug as he brought it to his lips to drink.

“Whatever idiot, I’m going to bed. And yes, whatever, by bed I mean I’m going to be on my phone for another hour or two. Sushi. I- I mean- damnit, sue me.”

Logan laughed, setting his drink down and pulling Virgil into his arms and off the table. The emo grumbled but returned the embrace anyways. Logan gave him a peck to his lips, brushing the hair from his eyes.

“Goodnight Virgil, please attempt to get some sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Virgil said, pushing away from Logan. He was sure his face was a deep red, but he didn’t expect Logan to notice as he rushed away down the hall.

Logan smiled again. He wasn’t normally the one to be all lovey-dovey, but it was late and he was in a good mood. A great mood actually. Life was good, stable, had a rhythm to it. Logan liked to keep things organized, liked to have a schedule, a routine.

There had been no outside factors messing up this schedule for a few years now, and he planned on keeping it that way.

He finished is coffee and work sometime in the early hours. He couldn’t tell when, as he had immediately curled into the bed next to his soulmates minutes after. Sleep made his eyelids heavy as he drifted off to sleep, completely unaware of the faint numbing feeling in his fingers.

Morning came with a buzz of an alarm clock. It was annoying, and loud, but it did its job well.

Logan woke up the same way every day. He’d carefully untangle himself from his fiances, wincing as his bare feet hit the cold ground. He’d yawn as he exited their shared room and entered the bathroom. He’d brush his teeth, shower, and leave. He’d start the coffee and solve a word-cross puzzle. He’d make himself a Crofter’s covered piece of toast, leave a small note for his partners, and depart for work.

This morning shouldn’t have been any different. He woke up, untangled himself, stretched and yawned. He left the room and entered the one across the hall. He was too tired to notice when he reached for his toothbrush. Didn’t notice as he rinsed his mouth out. He noticed as he patted his mouth dry with a hand towel.

He dropped the cloth into the sink and shouted, stumbling back until he hit the wall. He shoved his hand into his pajama pockets, trembling all over. A feeling of dread filled him, the feeling he got when something major messed with his schedule. An unknown constant added to his perfectly mapped out life.

Logan heard his fiances start to stir and get up. He took his hands out of his pockets. They trembled violently, bringing them in front of him, praying that he was wrong, he hadn’t seen what he thought he did.

With a shaky intake of breath, he confirmed the impossible.

There was a thin yellow string attached to his pinky finger where there hadn’t been last night.

“Logan?! Logan are you alright?” Patton was the first to round the corner. He had shot up when he heard the scream and thump. His breath caught in his throat. Roman and Virgil were next, damn near getting wedged in the door with how fast they both rammed into it. Logan was shaking his head in disbelief, staring at his hands, at the four strings that were connected to each finger. The others looked down as well, at the string that had connected itself to their pinky fingers.

“How is that possible?” Roman asked in disbelief, messing with the string. Logan just shrugged, exhaling shakily.

“It shouldn’t be- you are born with strings, you shouldn’t be able to gain them.”

“Who are they?” Patton asked as they all looked up at each other. They had five soulmates. Five. That was a ridiculous number, absolutely unheard of.

“I guess,” Virgil swallowed, “I guess we’ll find out when we find them.”

Damian woke up with the feeling that he’d been hit by a truck. Everything was sore, and his hand hurt to move. Maybe he slept on it weird.

He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, wincing as his fingers tugged weirdly. They felt like the circulation had been cut off, they were all sleepy and heavy.

He got up, shivering as his toes touched the freezing floor of his apartment. He could see his breath in front of him.

He really needed to fix that heater.

Walking into his kitchen, he made himself a cup of coffee, his eyes barely open. His fingers gave another uncomfortable tug. Weird.

Slugging into the bathroom, he took a shower, running his hands of his face. Perhaps it was a good thing he was never reassigned a soulmate. The ugly scar on half his face would scare them off.

He dried off afterwards, brushing his teeth. He looked at himself long and hard in the mirror, scrutinizing every inch. He had school and practice today, enough people would see him to need makeup, and he applied the simple face he wore with practiced ease.

It didn’t do much to cover up the scars, but it was something.

He left the house with his coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder, wearing a black long coat and a scarf. It was beginning to feel a lot like winter, and Damian wasn’t one to like the cold.

The walk to campus wasn’t horribly long. Just a walk through the park and up the block. He was pretty fit and in shape, both from the walk and practice, so it no longer bothered him any.

Damian ignored the few looks he got from passerby. There seemed to be a lot of them today. Odd. He had lived here for a while now, surely most these people who were routinely out at this time had gotten over their staring phase.

He spotted Remy waiting at the fence as always, speeding up slightly to catch up with him. The glasses clad male waved without looking up from his phone.

“Hey hot stuff, how’s your morning been?” Remy asked, still texting. Probably Damian if one was going off the fond look on his face.

“Dreadful,” Damian grumbled, leaning against the fence, “I must have pulled a muscle in my arm or something, it hurts something awful.”

“Uh huh. Well, I wish the best for you babes. Maybe take some meds or somethin’ before class?” Remy looked up at him over his glasses. Damian nodded, running a hand through his hair, missing how Remy followed them movement.

“Yes well that’s a giv-“

“Holy shit babe,” Remy exclaimed suddenly, grabbing a hold of Damianl’s wrist.

He moved out of the way of the street light, holding Damial’s wrist out, staring at the shadows on the ground in absolute disbelief.

“You have four and you didn’t tell me?!” He have shrieked in excitement, looking up at Damian in surprised. The other man raised a concerned eyebrow.

“Four wh-“ His throat closed in on itself, and the world around him seemed to melt away as he stared at his hand. Four- four strings. There were four fatestrings connected to his fingers. Four-

Four soulmates?

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To be added later

#sanders sides #ts fandom'ts sides #soulmate au #soulmates #remy sanders #emile sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #damian sanders #sympathetic deceit #to tie a knot #ttak #sanders sides soulmate au #fatestring #holy shit this took forever

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twitchesandstitches · 4 years ago

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the monster lady, the puppet, and the cleavage guy

“Whup,” Tia mumbled. She rarely got embarrassed; the temptation was to say that she never did, but this wasn’t strictly true. She certainly didn’t have a typical understanding of shame, though; she saw nothing wrong with walking into public completely nude and smacking her sexual bits into people (or, if she was particularly lustful that day, slurping people up with them), or bending walls and doors out of her way so she could walk right into people’s houses and stare at people in their beds for hours at a time until they woke up so that she could complain about their poor taste in movies and the lackluster quality of the food they were giving their cats.

When she was in one of those moods, she could be counted on to either be extremely weird, or sexually driven to the point of being scary. Either way her presence promised to freak people out and probably break a few decency laws.

So it was a bit odd that she had her breasts jammed against a wall, and looked awkward about the whole thing.

Most of the space was filled up by her massive body anyway. It was a bit hard to appreciate, since most of her was robed in an immensely large t-shirt flowing down her abnormally curvaceous body like a tent set over several mountain ranges. Folds of fabric descending from massive hips half a dozen feet across, a suggestion of thighs broader than some people were tall, and standing directly below here, her shirt slung so far out from her body and under her breasts that she looked nude from there.

You’d only see her skin, shining wetly like star-studded latex, the gleam of greens and pinks just barely visible beneath the flesh.

But between her gigantic, couch-sized butt (pressing so thickly against the wall it had bunched up into overstuffed pancakes), her thick body filling out the sides of the tiny hallway, and her breasts smashing right into the wall and pinning a hapless bystander into her cleavage, she was filling up the room.

“Do not moves, ifs you can,” she said, her voice resonant, with a thick accent absolutely no one had ever been able to place. The little human between her boobs wiggled and sank deeper in, the boob-flesh rising above their shoulders. “Me said don’t! Because, I am very sexy and ifs you get too turned on, you’ll sink it! Maybe you’ll get ate by my boobs.”

The human, a heavily built and extremely muscular man with a boyish cast to his cute features, whimpered in abject terror, sweat and tears running down his face. This was hampered by a raging erection jutting deep into her depths, which she didn’t seem to be even slightly bothered by.

She gasped, genuinely upset. “Oh, don’t cry! You will be okays, small human! I promise!”

“P-please focus, ma’am,” he whimpered, massive shoulders bunching up and desperately trying to keep himself from sinking into her. But she felt so warm, and her body was so inviting... surely it wouldn’t be a bad thing to just relax into her... right...?

Tia, for absolutely no reason a reasonable person would be able to determine, chose to express the conflict of satisfying her constant need for stimulation and pleasure (and, perhaps more significantly, doing the same to literally everyone around her that seemed even slightly receptive) and her conscious desire to help everyone, and also her inability to move without breaking the entire room and possibly the whole building; all of this, she decided to communicate by whipping out a hand, her powers weaving some nearby fabrics out of the carpet...

Into what was clearly a sock puppet. Where she got the template for that (as her powers typically required) was anyone’s guess.

The man in her boobs blinked. “What the heck?”

Tia flapped the puppet and talked out the corner of her mouth, extremely inexpertly, in a goofy falsetto. “’Boy, Miss Tia, this is sure a predicament we’re in!’”

“What.”

“Oh, I KNOW!” Tia said in her normal voice. “I’m just too big and fantastic! I can’t get out! If I do, the whole building might break, because I’m much too strong right now!”

“I don’t...”

The puppet ‘said’, in the same goofy voice as before, “’How do you get inta these messes, Miss Tia!?”

“I don’t knows!” Tia said, in her normal voice.

“Why is the puppet talking in perfect Common and you’re not?” The man in her boobs said weakly.

“Because it’s funnier that way,” the puppet said.

“What he said,” Tia replied vaguely.

“...Do you have a plan?” He said, hopefully.

“Um. Wait until my body eats you, assume your form and walk out.”

“...Is there a plan that doesn’t involve eating me?”

“Technically it’s not so much eating you,” the puppet replied. “As taking advantage of the fact that your shape information has been catalogued.”

“What’s the difference? I’m still getting eaten!”

“It’s a technical detail.”

“Do you not have a plan that WON’T involve eating me?!”

“Don’t be such a big baby,” the puppet said, and Tia then gasped in horror, scandalized at such insensitivity to legitimate fears. “You’ll reform!”

“That is not being the point important!” Tia said firmly. “Yes?! You’re scared to get ate!”

“Yes!” The man said desperately.

“You don’t wants me to eat you!”

“No!”

“You don’t want to slide inside my big, comfy body where your spirit gets heals and happiness while your body is absorbed for a while!”

“Um. No!”

“You definitely don’t wants me to love you with every single inch of me, your body making me bigger and better, like sexy times a THOUSAND fold!”

“No...?”

“My sweet, lovey-dovey gut-bits holding onto you like big, squishy baby, making sweet and sappy loves to you as you is fused into me, body and soul! That sounds TERRIBLE, doesn’t it? Wait, does it?” Tia looked worried. “No one has said so. Am I doing mean things and no one wants to tell me?!”

“No, no! It sounds very nice!” The poor, conflicted man said.

She frowned, looking upset. “Then what so bad about going in my tummy? Is being part of me a BAD thing?”

“No! It’s just... a very intimate thing for our relationship at this point?”

“What relationship? We’s just met.”

“Yes, that’s my point there.”

They stared blankly into the ceiling.

The puppet ‘said’, “Have you considered just shrinking?”

The man said, aghast, “Do you mean you could do that all this time!?”

Tia’s expression was absolutely mortified.

“...Did you FORGET you could do that, this whole time!?”

“...No?” She said.

“She did, because she’s a dumbass with the memory of one of those strainers they use for noodles and stuff,” the puppet said.

Tia gasped and threw the puppet off her hand, so hard it smashed right through the wall. “You traitor!” She gasped, then. “What have I done!? I AM A MONSTER, I HURT MY PUPPET FRIEND!”

“OH CRUEL FATE,” The puppet said as it fell... or rather, Tia said through the corner of her mouth, trying to make it sound like someone falling a great distance. She made a bad crashing noise, and sobbed dramatically.

“You’re a very weird lady,” the man in her boobs said.

Tia beamed. “Aw, thank you!”

#twitchy!ocs #twitchy!tiashar #my writing #fics #the most important thing about her characterization is that she is a big ol weirdo

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wthrs · 4 years ago

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“too much lovey dovey stuff.” ( @seekher )

“ not something i’m used to seeing at weddings, if you ask me. ”

swallowing whiskey in one go, head tilts back ( she’s not in the best of moods, and alcohol loosens her tongue ). she hates having to cover socialite weddings like it’s something interesting or relevant �� enough to her career – Gale is a climber, through and through, she’ll take what she can get, but will still loudly complain about it with anyone who wants to listen. Of course they’d fucking send her to this fancy wedding of rich assholes – a male coworker who started out the same year as her is already covering a bank robbery in San Diego. There is a reason why she’s started wearing shorter skirts.

“ aren’t you supposed to be happy for him? he’s your brother. ” she leans to the side, so only her companion can hear it – there is nothing as pathetic as the sight of this man drinking himself into a stupor ( and still, he’s the most tolerable person in this whole ceremony ), “ I mean, I don’t particularly get sappy over other people’s happiness, but blood is thicker than water and all that. ” she pauses for a moment to refill her glass, lifts the bottle to silently offer the same to the Le Domas heir, “ christ, I wish someone would puke on her wedding dress or something – give me an actual thing to cover today ! ”

#seekher #verse : alt.#THE MOST ICONIC DYNAMIC #icb gale is covering alex's wedding #probably gonna dismantle the whole satanic cult accidentally!!#alcohol /

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amnachil · 4 years ago

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 7

Next part is up! Meet some new people. Also, Liam gets stuffed because he deserves it ;)

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Tuesday April 9

"If you don't feel it, we can postpone this shitty meeting."

Liam smiled cheerfully, but it was only to hide his obvious stress.

"I'm fine." he said nonetheless.

They were at his place, getting ready for the fateful diner with Robert Smith. I tried my best to cancel it but here we are. Fuckin' old fart. The baboon looked... afraid. He was still shirtless and munching on the cookies to apease his nerves. It was pretty clear he wasn't fine. Nate, who was reading a manga on the bed casted a glance at them.

"Are you scared it'll be like with Kilian's father ?" he asked.

Liam tensed. Of course that's it. I'm stupid. He must be afraid it'll be the same thing than before. After all, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's boyfriend had revealed his idiotic ex's parents were strongly homophobic. And it led to several traumatic events in his life. Besides, his own father was an ass. So no wonder why he feared a meeting with another old geezer.

"My stupid father is supporting the gay cause baboon." he stated. "Sure, he's a bit vulgar and all but once he'll see you like I..."

The blonde stopped mid-sentence. The other two were staring at him expectantly. They were all ears. Damn, I hate this lovey-dovey thing. No way I'm getting sappy. Liam opened his arm and smiled.

"A hug for comfort ?" he suggested.

At first, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey looked at him like if he had grown a second head. A hug, seriously ?! Is he stupid ? Yeah, Liam was stupid. Stupidly cute and attractive. The blonde lad went for his hug. Not because he was craving for his boyfriend's touch or anything at all : it was just to make the baboon happy. (Just believe it please).

"Well Nate is right." confessed the chestnut boy. "I don't have any fond memories of fathers... Mine is actually ripping my family apart, and Kilian's one was a butcher who used to hate me. So yeah, I guess I'm not completely fine."

A blind idioit could see that. Even your hug is lame dummy. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey only sighed.

"I understand but I assure you, nothing bad will happen." he claimed. "Because I'll be with you all the time and I won't let the old fart do anything to you, okay ?"

"But what if I snap ? My shrink Ms Hang said I'm not very good at controlling my emotions. I don't want to hurt anyone..."

The blonde lad pinched Liam's soft side. Well, he's gotten pudgier. I like it.

"You won't." he assured. "I trust you on this. But as I told you before, if you feel unready to do this we can delay."

Liam took a deep breath.

"I think I'm fine thanks to you and Nate. Let's go."

The diner didn't go as planned. Not at all. When they arrived at Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's place, the old coot he called a father stared at Liam like if he had the plague. Geez what a nice start.

"Wait, you're the Strucker's offspring ?" he asked threateningly.

The blond lad was prepared to go all out to defend his boyfriend. Strangely, it was important for him that baboon felt at ease with his damn family.

"For fucksake you're hella gorgeous !" Robert Smith continued. "My rowdy yet lovely wife wasn't wrong ! If I were younger I would bang you myself !"

The blond junior let an intimidating grunt slip. The baboon is mine moronic father. Thankfully, Liam was half-listening, and he only smiled timidely.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Dami's dad." he whispered.

"I see you got a fucking sense of bloody humor." laughed the old fart.

The whole situation was awkward AND embarrassing for Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. His father was so vulgar and disrepectful ! And this dummy boyfriend who called him Dami's dad !

"And you have a decent size to be fair." continued Robert Smith. "Well you could be a bit bigger but that will do it."

Now they were talking about size ?! What the hell ?! And I wonder which size my idiotic genitor is talking about...

"I assure you Dami is keeping me well-fed." replied Liam.

After that, it became even crazier. They had diner in a relaxed but awkward atmosphere. And Robert gossiped a lot about Isaac Strucker. Like how he was an asshole who betrayed his damn trust. And how he pocketed money from their company like a fucking thief. Liam agreed to everything. He said he had been sure his faher's wealth was dirty money. So they both found they had something in common : they resented Isaac Strucker. I guess it's good. Not that I care. Honestly, Damian Nicholas Smith was ashamed of his old coot's rudeness. Tch, he's so vulgar. I should teach him how to talk to handsome boys. This boring and annoying meeting finally came to an end.

"It was nice meeting you Liam." stated the old codger. "My wife told me you took my gummy bunny's virginity and I'm okay with that. Bet you're a good top."

Okay. Let's stop this fuckin' ridiculous conversation. That's too much embarrassement to handle. The junior almost pushed his boyfriend towards the door. This one was too stupid and nice to take offense anyway.

"Okay you two are now bestfriend and all it's super nice." he mumbled. "Maybe you can found an anti-Isaac club someday. But it's getting late and Liam can't wait to go to bed. Right ?"

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey glanced at his boyfriend and winked. I hope he gets the signal.

"Oh yeah I'm completly worn out." he said sheepishly.

Of course the baboon wasn't faking it. He had been so stressed, he truly needed to rest now. And it was past his usual bedtime anyway. He kissed the junior, said goodbye to his father and wished both a beautiful night (his words).

Liam Thursday April 11

He should have know it. It was kind of predictable with his actual way of life. But Liam wasn't a person who anticipate. So here he was, stuck in his bathroom, facing wardobe malfunction. His shirt wasn't the main issue. It was snug, especially around his belly, but he estimed it okay. The jeans. The jeans are the problem : they ain't cooperative at all. It was impossible to close the zipper. His added flesh wouldn't let him do that. But Liam didn't want new jeans. He liked these one. (Yes he was sometimes stubborn like that.) He tried again, obviously without anymore success. Can the unicorns make them fit ? He was positive they had the power to do so. (But they probably won't, since it's a silly and mortal problem which didn't affect them.)

"I know you like to take your sweet time baboon but we'll be late for the movie." grumbled his boyfriend as he entered in the room.

Dami stopped when he understood the situation. He twitched and his brows furrowed. Liam pouted.

"My jeans are playin' cheeky." he explained.

"Maybe... You should just go for the next size ?" replied the junior.

"But I want these jeans !" whined the chestnut lad.

His boyfriend came closer and put an hand on his bulging stomach.

"I'll help you." he growled. "But look at you all beefy and bulky... How much do you weight now ?"

"91 kg (200 lbs)."

Looking at his reflexion, Liam had to admit, he was kind of big. He had broke the 200 only recently however. Althought he looked very muscular, he was also soft and well-padded. He had nicely chubbed up, particulary his tummy. Back in highschool, he had been chubby but it had felt like if he was losing strengh in the process. But right now, I feel stronger and more confident. He got side-tricked for a moment, thinking about his mission for the unicorn now that he was athletic and well-fed when something made him realise he was not alone. Dami had moved around him, trying to close the jeans. By some miracle, he had succeeded and even if the freshman felt a bit constricted, it was okay. Anyway, what attracted Liam's attention was an hand. An hand which was squeezing his butt comfortably. When he looked at his boyfriend, this latter blushed and ended the contact.

"So- sorry." he stammered. "You were out of it and it was right there... I just... Damnit can we forget it happened ?"

"Why ? You can appreciate my tushie all you want." teased Liam.

"Don't make fun of me baboon. We have to go. And you know what ? I like these jeans too so keep 'em."

He was more than glad to obey.

Dami's mood changed when they entered in the theater, and it took Liam a moment to understand why. The vampire was two raws behind them, and she looked ready to suck their blood. (Usually, the dreamy lad didn't recognise most of the people he had met, but she was different : you don't encounter a vampire every other day !).

"Are you afraid she'll devour us ?" he whispered to his boyfriend.

This latter grumbled something and rolled his eyes.

"Just don't approach her." he replied. "She hasn't any good intentions. And you see the two bi... girls over here ? Same."

He was indicating the whitch and another student who looked familiar. They weren't exactly looking at them, but ogling from time to time. And suddenly, it struck Liam. How come he didn't realise that sooner ? They were Dami's lovers, of course they were ! That was why he boyfriend was acting more distant. The chestnut lad frowned. He wasn't prone to jealousy, especially when he was the one who let his boyfriend slept around. He perfectly knew a succubus needed sex and himself wasn't ready to provide that just yet. So no, he wasn't exactly jealous. He just wanted to remind them what was HIS. (Liam was a 8yo boy at heart so what he owned was his and only his for crying out loud !). He mentally cheered himself : he was about to fight a vampire and a witch to free his boyfriend from his inner desire. Thanks the unicorns he had brought a sword this morning.

"Baboon." Dami brought him back to reality. "Usually you're cute when you're day-dreaming, but right now you look kind of scary. Do you intend to murder someone ?"

"Only if it can't be avoided." Liam sheepishly confessed.

The blond junior almost choked on his drink.

"The hell ?! You never cease to amaze me... What are you thinking exactly ?"

"I just want your lovers to know that right now, you're with me and they can't have you. They can sleep with you later."

Dami's eyes widened while he listened. And then, he mumbled something Liam's didn't catch.

"These girls ain't my lovers baboon. They're here because... Nevermind just don't trust anything they say. And please, for the love of god, do not accept any gift from them. Not even food !"

"Who do you take me for ? I'm not easily bribed !"

"How many pancakes ?"

"Like a thousand !"

Nicolas Friday April 12 – Saturday April 13

"Hm... Are you sure this is necessary ?" asked Nate.

He wasn't the only one surprised. Colton seemed a bit unsure about this plan. But Nick knew it would work. Right in front of them was piled up all the junk food they had found in the apartment.

"I'm one hundred percent sure. In order to achieve my goal of losing around 22 kg (50 lbs), I need to get rid of this crap habit of mine to eat junk all the time. Which means we're getting rid of it now."

Nate shrugged. Since he wasn't eating much lately, this decision wouldn't affect him anyway. Colton smiled.

"If you really want to do it, I'm sure you'll manage." he assured. "Remind me, how much do you weight now ?"

"Like 97 kg (213 lb)." grumbled Nick.

Broke the 200 had been quite a shock. Rebecca's words were still burning in the back of his mind. And to make it worst, he had had the stupid idea to do a video call with his parents. They called me a irresponsible kid who doesn't know how to take care of himself. And mom said I was near obesity. Which might or might not be true. But he didn't need the label. Anyway so yes he was self-conscious.

"What are we gonna do about all this food ?" asked Nate. "We can't just throw it..."

"Don't worry." assured Nick. "If I'm right, our dear roommate will be more than glad to stuff himself with that."

"He doesn't like junk food that much tho ?" countered the short lad.

"Trust me I have an idea."

Said idea worked pretty well. First, Nick had explained to Liam that it was a mission from the God of Light. Only such a lie could manage to catch the delusional lad's attention. Then he told him that for every packet of junk he could finish, they would offer him pancakes. I'm glad to say I know this dude well by now. And pancake is the sacred word. And here they were : Liam was starting to get full while the others were enjoying the show. Nick was fascinated. In all honesty, his roommate was hot. When they first met, the geek had took an habit to covet him when he was half-sleeping half-naked in the apartment. Now Liam was significantly fatter and heftier but still hot. The chesnut boy smiled when his bestfriend brought him another plate of pancake. His stuffed belly wasn't near his maximum capacity yet. Something in Nick's stomach twisted. He felt both annoyed and sad at the same time. I don't like that. Time for some instropection. He discreetly grabbed his phone to contact his online friends. In this kind of situation, watching their discussion was funny. Like being at the zoo.

< TheSavior : Guys I'm angry, say something stupid. >

A belch escaped Liam's mouth and damn, that was both entertaining and kind of frustrating.

< Abeautifulwoman : I corrected the typo in my user name. Three years, and I mean THREE WHOLE YEARS and no one told me. That's low. >

"Can I have more ?" asked Liam.

In one hour or so, he had managed to polish three quarter of the junk food. And several plate of pancakes that Nate and Colton were cooking next to them. It was amazing, and Nick couldn't shake the weird annoyance he was feeling.

< Imagenius : Since you're not a real girl I thought it was only a proof of that... so fuck you. >

< Abeautifulwoman : boyo's mad cuz i won't help him with the treasure hunt >

Liam was busy with hamburgers. How the hell he managed to eat so many at once was beyond Nick's comprehension. And to think he's not stuffed yet.

< Imagenius : srlsy ? My friend doesn't want to say anything more and you neither ! What is it to you ? Is your boss friend part of it or what ?! >

< Abeautifulwoman : you're just jealous because i know things you don't >

Jealous. The word made sense. Liam was chubby and pigging out like if there was no tomorow. And what did he get ? A (weird) boyfriend and friends who admire that side of him. And all the women at the university plus most of the logical men were hitting on him. What about Nick ? Nick was fat and disgusting. Even obese. So yeah, he was jealous of his roommate.

< TheSavior : Ok enough. Got what I needed you're both stupid. Cya. >

< Imagenius : Mean ! Bye :3 >

< Abeautifulwoman :Ugh. See u >

True to his reputation, Liam finished everything. Which was honestly amazing. Stuffed like a turkey, he decided to doze off right away. Archibald came for his usual meeting with Nate, and they went in the bedroom to talk privately (Liam was sleeping and this man wouldn't wake up even for the apocalypse). Nick busied himself with tidying the room but he wasn't satisfied. His famous plan had left him pissed and self-conscious. And hungry. Very hungry.

"Here." smiled Colton. "This is the diet program you asked me."

The fatter of the two ogled the sheet of paper like if it was witchcraft. The word salad made him scowl.

"Are you sure this is what you want ?" asked his friend. "The goal of the regime must be to feel comfortable with yourself, not please the others..."

"Yeah, I know. It's ok thought, I will lost weight in no time, and everything will be fine."

At least Nick hoped it would.

To be continued

Dami’s father is... something :p What I like with Liam is how he enjoys his body, and the belly. In that light, he’s the total opposite of Nick, who is doubting himself completely. Watch Nick’s online friends, they’ve an important part to play in the story ;p

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #Stuffing #Weight gain #Outgrowing clothes #Nick's diet imply more food for Liam #The big hunt is mysterious #Who are Nick's online friends?#Chapter 4 #Part 7

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Paperwork - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Request: Loki from the avengers really wants to hang out with the reader but she is always busy and he gets really sad and she feels really bad for him. i hope this made sense, thank you! - Anon

A/N: So like my Valentines Day was shit bc my boyfriend wanted to act like a piece of shit and treat me like a piece of shit- so I just don’t really have all the lovey-dovey feelings in me. Overall I don’t really like how I wrote this, but I know I took long to get to this. Hopefully you like it.

Warnings: Sad Loki

You sat on your couch silently reading your book when a soft knock was heard coming from your bedroom door in the tower. You placed a bookmark on the page you were currently reading and tiredly walked to the door.

You knew it was about to be six o' clock in the morning, but your body wasn't allowing you to sleep the night prior. You suffered with insomnia. You wanted to be able to sleep however every time you tried, you would wake up five minutes later. And to top it all off, you knew you had so much work to do in an hours time. Maybe even in thirty minutes.

Currently, Tony was still throwing another one of his famous parties. It wasn’t like it was anything foreign, you’ve gotten used to them by now. But you preferred to be left alone in your room. You had made one rule strictly clear to Tony.

No one is allowed to come up bothering you.

However it did puzzle you as to who would be at your door this early. Couldn’t be any of the Avengers, because you're sure they're all either dead-beat tired, way far off drunk, or just trying to toy with you. It can’t be any of your other friends because they treasure their sleeping time. And Loki, well you're sure Loki wouldn't have come-”

"Oh hey, Loki?" you answered surprised when you opened the door.

He bowed his head. "May I?" he asked.

You nodded and stepped back to give him room to walk in. He slowly walked in and went to the middle of the room. You slowly closed the door and walked behind your boyfriend.

"Are you alright? You don't usually come over this early-"

He spun around and immediately pressed his lips to yours. You widened your eyes in surprise but then closed them in pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. This kiss was a bit more rough and desperate compared to his usual gentle and soft ones. He pulled away and looked down.

"I know it's early, but this is one of my only chances I get to spend some time with you without an interruption," he muttered.

You frowned. "Did something happen back in Asgard?" you asked.

He shook his head. "No," he lied, "I just want to spend some time with you."

You nodded unconvinced and led him over towards your bed. He sat down and rested his head against the headboard. "Did you want to watch a movie? I don't have many but I do have the Harry Potter series, The Fault in Our Stars, Titanic, and the Lego Movie.”

"It's up to you my flower," he responded.

You smiled lightly and put in the Lego Movie. It wasn't a sappy chick flick, that you knew he wouldn't like, and it was funny. Plus, something seemed to be bothering him and you wanted to lighten the mood.

Once it began to start, you crawled onto your bed and sat up next to Loki. You tangle your legs with his and laid your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, providing warmth. You smile and snuggle into his chest as he kissed the top of your head and rests his chin on it. But within fifteen minutes into the movie, your eyelids began to droop. And soon enough, you fell into a deep slumber until later in the morning.

"Attention Agent Y/L/N! Report to the main corridor right now!"

You jolted awake and immediately grabbed your walkie-talkie from the table on the side of your bed.

"Be right there," you mumbled and tossed it on the side of your bed. You looked up at Loki to see him peacefully sleeping against the headboard. He's going to have such a pain in his neck when he wakes up. You frown and get off of Loki's lap. You went into your bathroom and changed out of your pajamas and into your regular work attire.

"Agent Y/L/N!" your walkie-talkie screamed from your room.

You groaned and rushed to grab it so Loki was not woken up. You pressed the mic and spoke into it. "I'm on my way, give me one second."

You clip it to your waist band and tiredly run your brush through your Y/H/C hair. You've only gotten an hour of sleep and you knew you were not in the mood for any loud noises coming from your walkie-talkie.

You tiredly rubbed your eyes and yawned. You put your brush down on a table and was about to exit when a hand gripped your wrist. You turned your head and met those familiar pair of green eyes. They looked just as tired as yours but his looked more distressed.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I have to go to work. I'll try to finish up as quickly as possible, I don't have that much work," you said.

"If it's not that much work, could you not possible stay with me?" he asked.

You frowned at his response. "Loki, I really want to but-"

"Agent Y/L/N, would you please report to the main corridor!" it yelled once more.

"I'm on my damn way! Can a woman not get ready first?!" you screamed back into it.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and looking back at Loki. "I'm sorry, baby. I can't stay. I'll see you after work, give me a few hours, okay?" you frowned, lightly holding onto his cheek.

He sighed lightly and nodded looking down. He let go of your wrists and groaned from the pain in his neck.

Knew it.

You lightly pressed your lips to his and gave him a tight embrace. Before your walkie-talkie was going to go off again, you quickly rushed out of your room.

You sat at your desk rubbing your temples. You had just completed a week's paperwork done in a day and need a break. You closed your eyes for one second and rested your head on your hand.

All you really wanted to do was get a good nights rest with Loki. He always gave you this warmth that made you feel safe and protected from harm. He was the one that made you feel like you could go to oblivion with. You were about to doze off when a voice rang through the room.

"Hello, Y/N!" Thor's loud booming voice yelled.

You opened your eyes and gasped in a slight panic from the sudden loud noise but calmed when you saw him. Your head was pounding and you gave him a weak smile. "Oh, hey Thor."

"Is everything alright, miss?" he asked looking at your tired state," You look a bit disheveled."

"Yeah... everything is just-" you paused and yawned, but quickly covered your mouth while doing so, "Everything is just fine."

"Would you like anything?" he asked.

"Mmm, a coffee would be nice," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"Right away," he grinned.

"Thank you," you called as he walked off to get your coffee, going back to work.

A few hours later you finally finished all your work and can relax for maybe a day or two. You ran your hand through your hair for the millionth time and slowly lowered your head to your desk.

A loud bang suddenly was on your desk and you immediately raised your head. In front of you was Agent Fury with a bunch of papers stacked and piled on top of each other. A flash of agony showed in your eyes as you stared at the white papers.

"You're my best Agent Y/N," he winked with his one available eye," I know you can handle this, right?"

You sighed and nodded your head not wanting to disappoint him. He was like a father to you. "Yes of course, I'll get to it right away sir," you said forcing a smile.

"This is why you're my favorite," he grinned and walked away. You mentally cried as you grabbed some of the paperwork to get started on.

Loki then walked in and had a faint smile. "Hello my flower," he spoke.

You smiled upon hearing his name. "Hey, is everything alright?" you asked.

"Everything is perfect," he grinned as bent down to press his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and pulled away.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" you asked.

"Seeing my beautiful flower. Come with me, won't you?" he smiled.

You had a smile present on your face but soon slowly faded into a frown. "Loki... I-" you trailed off.

"Is there a problem?" he questioned.

"Uhm- not with you, but with my job and all the work I have to do yes. I really want to go with you, but if I do not get this done now, I'll be busy for who knows how long else," you frowned.

"Oh." was all he said. He nodded and walked out with his head hung low.

"Loki, wait!" you frowned. But he never came back.

"Agent Y/L/N," Fury called once more carrying more paperwork.

"Ugh," you groan as he approached your desk once more.

Finally, it was the end of your work shift. Your brain was fried.

No more.

You cannot handle anymore work. Agent Fury kept piling work on your desk from the last hour. You managed to get it all done, however it was a struggle with you not being able to say no.

You finished the last paper and stood up immediately. You cracked your sore knuckles and yawned. You looked at the time and it wasn't as bad as it could be. It was only four in the afternoon and the sun was still shining.

You quickly were about to walk out, but Agent Fury came back.

"Where are you going Y/L/N?" he asked.

"Look, Fury, I love you to death but I've been working my ass off the entire last month and this month. I've taken as much work as I can right now and if do anymore I'm going to go crazy...but...," you paused, "But I need to go see Loki because he's been slightly off and I need to see what's wrong with him. So please, just this once let me have a-"

"I respect you Y/N, and frankly you're still my favorite because you know how to get the job done. Go see him," he grinned and walked of.

You let out a huge breath of relief and began to run to the living room where you'd expect him to be. But no one was there. You furrowed your eyebrows and searched everywhere in the tower but still no one was around. You stomped your foot once you reached the lab. You'd expect at least Bruce to be there of all people. But he wasn't.

"JARVIS, where is everybody?" you asked placing your hands on your hips.

"Master Y/L/N everyone has left the Stark tower about four hours ago and has not returned. Master Laufeyson ordered them to earlier while you were away," he replied.

"Thank you, JARVIS," you said and walk out of the lab.

Was Loki still in the Stark Tower or did he go back to Asgard?

You knew he wasn't in any of the room that you've searched in and sighed in defeat going back to your room. You'd wait for Thor to come back so that you could ask him to help you locate Loki. After all, he is his brother and he has the power to go to Asgard to search for you.

You walked tiredly to your room and opened it. It was awfully dark despite the fact that it was still sunny outside. The curtains were closed making so it was dark. The was a lump in your bed and you knew exactly who it was.

You closed your door and slowly made your way to the curtains, you opened them slightly so you could see better, but so that it was still a bit dark for Loki. You made your way over towards your bed and stood there frowning at your boyfriend. He was wrapped up in your duvet and holding one of your pillows close to his chest.

His cheeks had little tear stains on them which made your eyes sting from wanting to cry. All Loki wanted to do was hang out with you, his girlfriend. The one who accepted him despite everything his is and what he's done in his past, but you kept pushing him away to do your stupid job. And you would've been done earlier if it wasn't for Agent Fury.

"Baby..." you whispered and slowly crawled onto the bed.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you. "Y/N?" he asked, slowly waking up.

"Loki, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry... I was just really busy and if I didn't get most of that done today then I would be busy for who knows how long and I'm just sorry," you spoke all at once.

"I wasn't crying...," he muttered.

You weakly smiled and rolled your eyes sadly. "Loki, you don't have to lie. You're human... well a God... but you know what I mean! I'm just so sorry. It won't happen again," you frowned," I must seem like the biggest jackass right now."

"Don't say such things about yourself, my love," he whispered sitting up and pulling you onto his lap. "I love you for you and you are flawless in my eyes."

You smiled and grabbed the back of his neck. You pulled him towards you and pressed your lips against his. You ran your free hand through his black raven hair and giggled as you both fell to your sides while kissing each other. You pulled away and smiled as he laughed.

"I love you so much, my flower," he whispered, pushing away the hair out of your face.

"I love you too," you smiled and snuggled into his chest.

And later that night you both stayed up watching movies all night and cuddled without any interruptions.

#loki laufeyson #loki #laufeyson #The Avengers #Avengers #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #imagine #oneshot #one shot #fanfic

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