#and both relieved yet slightly upset that no one tried to defend him over something that everyone knew was not his fault

[littlesmartart]

HANDS DIRTY | DELTA RAE

I've been thinking about this song + JGY for a long time ("I get my hands dirty, I show up so early, they show me no mercy, so I just keep working" hello???? hello??????), and I would like to personally thank ZZJ for his wonderful face and brilliant acting 🙏

[bubblexkitty]

Missing u- c.s

pairing: toxic!chris x gullible!obsessive!reader

summary: After finding out Chris cheated on you at a party you had declined to attend, you became overwhelmed with a flood of emotions—one of them being anger. You tried to leave him, but instead, he convinced you to take him back.

warnings: cheating, toxic!chris, angst (?), gaslighting, manipulation,gullible! Reader, fem!reader, obsessive!reader

{a/n: I kinda enjoyed writing and might right a part 2 bc I have it all planned out:) also some of the spelling and grammar might be ass and this might not make sense sorry😿 }

Chris was getting ready in the bathroom, leaving the door wide open as if to remind you he was still there—but how could you forget? The loving yet uncomfortable feeling of his presence, even just being close to you, was enough to keep him in your mind. Especially with every bang on the counter, every clink of him tapping his razor on the sink, trying to shake the hair out of it—even though you’d told him multiple times how hot he looks with stubble. To that, he’d always respond with, “I don’t really care how you feel about it. Other girls don’t like it,” a comment that never failed to unsettle you. Every curse under his breath as he nicked himself with the razor served as yet another reminder that he was still there.

In fact, you might never get rid of him. Not that you minded. You loved Chris. Some people—like your friends and family—would say maybe a little too much. Your friends always hated him, warning you that he was a bad person, but you always ignored them. In fact, every time, you defended him. You thought they were just jealous—jealous that he was yours, jealous that they had no one.

This morning, you both had woken up slightly late, which wasn’t really usual. Of course, Chris wasn’t too happy about it. As soon as he opened his eyes, he made a sly comment, mumbling something about you always messing up his life. You tried to laugh it off, but of course, it stung. I mean, if someone you were head over heels in love with told you that you were basically annoying and a burden in their life, you’d be upset too, right? But you didn’t really mind—he was just joking, after all. And when he did it around your friends, you would always remind them that it’s just his way of showing love.

Chris didn’t seem to remember Tara’s party until you sank back under the covers, trying to cuddle closer to him. His groan echoed through the otherwise empty apartment, startling you enough to shuffle back a little in surprise. He practically jumped out of bed, mumbling something with a small growl in his voice, still groggy from being woken up just a couple of minutes ago. “God, you always gotta make me forget shit! Why don’t you ever remind me, huh?!” he snapped as he walked over to the dresser, angrily yanking it open. Chris always expected you to be his personal calendar, reminding him of every little thing he had coming up, never really caring about what you had going on.

Chris didn’t really want you to go. He was hoping you’d stay behind, not wanting you—his girlfriend—to be around while he tried to flirt with other girls. Chris had cheated on you before, but he told you over and over again that it was “just an accident” and that you were “not enough for him anyway.” Still, you believed him. He had told you with a dark expression and a small smirk that he would never do it again. Of course, he wouldn’t lie about something like that

Snapping back to reality, you answer Chris’s question with furrowed brows. “I’m sick?” you reply in confusion, knowing he was already aware of that.

Chris’s expression shifts as you say it, looking almost relieved that you weren’t going, though he still finds a way to blame you. He lets out a bitter chuckle as he pulls a clean pair of jeans from the drawer. “Fucking figures,” he mumbles—loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for you to respond.

It broke your heart to hear how angry he was about you not going, but you tried to ignore it, even though it felt like a punch to the gut.

Now, back to the present. As Chris finished up in the bathroom, you suddenly felt yourself drifting off again, the weight of your blanket comforting in a way that Chris rarely ever was.

Over the months you had been dating, you spent the entire time convincing yourself that moments like this—quiet, slow, and sweet mornings—were enough to make up for all the emotional and mental abuse he had put you through. Not to mention the gaslighting and manipulation. But you always reminded yourself that he did it because he loved you. Because he didn’t want you to get hurt.

As your eyes begin to feel heavy, you hear Chris walk out, his steps heavy and deliberate. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple. The smell of his cologne overpowers your nose, but you ignore it, accepting the kiss from Chris, which feels more like a routine than a genuine display of affection.

“Alright, ma… I’mma head out,” he mumbles against your skin. You hum in response. “Mk… love you…” you mumble back, too tired to form proper words. The mix of sickness and exhaustion in your body makes it even harder to stay awake, let alone hold a conversation.

As he was about to walk away, his hand slipped around your throat, his fingers curling tightly around your neck—maybe a little too tightly. “Don’t let anyone into this house until I get back, do you understand?” His voice dropped a couple of octaves, making you shiver softly, but not in a good way. “You’re mine, and you belong to me. And absolutely no one touches what is mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice made you cringe softly, your body freezing and your muscles tensing. But of course, you didn’t argue—because you never argued. Not with Chris, that is. Especially not when he was showing this amount of what you thought was love, even though deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. You knew he didn’t truly love or care for you. But that tiny, foolish part of you couldn’t let go of him. It clung to the affection he gave you, as it always had.

The door unknowingly slams shut, making you flinch. Being left in the silence and loneliness of the room makes you highly uncomfortable. You suck in a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself that his words didn’t bother you at all. That this was love, and it was completely normal.

You didn’t know it yet, but today would be the day he broke your heart—again.

Before you could even process your feelings, exhaustion overtakes you. The countless times you were woken up throughout the morning have left you completely drained, and you slip into unconsciousness almost instantly.

A couple of hours later, you wake up in complete darkness, having been asleep for a while. You sniffle and whine as you sit up, stretching and reaching for your phone, which is still on the charger. Quickly, you type out a text to Chris, wanting to check in on how he’s doing at lthe party. You hit send without hesitation.

you: hey baby! How’s the party going?:))

You smile and close out of the chat, opening Instagram. Noticing that Chris uploaded a story, you tap on it, curiosity getting the best of you. What you see makes your heart pound against your chest. Chris is making out with Tara. At her party. The same party you were invited to but decided to decline.

Seeing the video makes your heart shatter, tears forming in your eyes as your breathing becomes shallow. Shakily, you set your phone down, sitting in silence, unable to believe what you just saw.

Chris was cheating? But—that’s… that’s impossible. Chris loved you; he would never do that. But there it was—the proof. Right on your phone. The 10-second story replayed as you stared down at it, tears now streaming from your eyes. After sitting in silence for what feels like hours, you let out a shaky breath. Anger surges through you as you grab your phone and reply to Chris’s story

you replied to Christopher sturniolos story: your cheating on me?? With TARA???

you: wtf???

you: we’re DONE Chris.

you: don’t fucking talk to me unless your coming over to get your shit.

After a minute or two of sitting and staring at your screen, your heart begins to pound again as you see three little dots, insinuating that he is typing. Your face felt like it was burning, your fist clenched in anger unable to comprehend what was going on right now as you read his message

Chris: alright

‘Alright’?! He can’t be serious. This couldn’t be the same Chris who was showing so much love to you this morning—the one who told you that you were his and his only. The one who ‘protected’ you from hanging around other boys because, according to him, they couldn’t treat you the way he could. You began to think back to all the times you defended him over your friends. Over ykur family. You began to think that..Maybe they were right..?

Maybe he was toxic. But that couldn’t be! He loved you—he told you every day! Sure, he’s cheated before, but it was an accident. But as you begin to think, you feel yourself getting angry again. No… you thought. It’s his fault though… he cheated on me.

Just as you began to think more, you heard keys jingling in the door, making your heart stop and your body freeze.

As the door opens, it reveals Chris standing there with that stupid smirk on his face. The overwhelming smell of alcohol and weed hits you, making it clear he had been drinking and probably blowing all his money on weed too.

“Chris? I told you not to come unless—”

“Unless I’m getting my shit? I know, honey… but I missed you. Come here… I want a hug, ma,” he says, approaching you with his arms open. You push him back, your face still stained with tears from earlier. “Are you serious?! You can’t just cheat on me and expect everything to be fine! This is the second time, Chris! I’m done!”

Your nose wrinkles as you cringe at the overpowering smell of cheap alcohol and the (not-so-cheap) cologne Tara bought him for his birthday.

His smirk drops as he stumbles back from your forceful push, lowering his arms. “Cheating?” he scoffs. “Is that what you think that was?” he asks in disgust. Your eyes widen in disbelief. You couldn’t believe he didn’t think that was cheating. “Yes! I saw the video, Chris! I’m not stupid!” you shout, crossing your arms as tears begin to form in your eyes again.

Chris’s eyes darken, and his jaw clenches. “Don’t blame me! It’s your fault for not going! I—I have needs, you know!” he slurs, his voice rising. You drop your arms in disbelief at his unbelievably stupid words. He was playing the victim? After he cheated on you with your friend?

Your jaw tightens, and you softly say, “Get… get out, Chris…”

He looks at you with wide eyes, sobering up a little. “You don’t mean that, baby… come on, ma… it didn’t mean anything—” “Didn’t mean anything?! You were making out with Tara—my best friend—for who knows how long! I’m tired of you!” you snap back, anger taking over.

“You’re so delusional! She forced herself on me… God, you always want to play the victim! You’re lucky I haven’t left your ass yet!” he scoffs, his voice rising another level.“Go ahead! Leave! I hate you!” you shout back, tears streaming down your face, overwhelmed by a storm of emotions.

“You don’t mean that… it was your fault anyway! You should’ve come! If you were there, I wouldn’t have done that! You’re such a bitch!” he yells, his words cutting deep.

You sniffle your eyes widening as he calls you a bitch but falling victim to his tactics. “Y-your right…I should’ve went it was my fault…” you look down “I’m sorry Chris…please forgive me..” As you fall victim to his gaslighting and manipulation, he smirks, working his ‘magic’ on you again. “I don’t know if I could forgive you…”

Tears continue to fall as you cling to him. “Please, Chris…” He smirks at your desperate tone, fully aware of your obliviousness to his manipulation. “You have to beg for it, princess,” he bites back in a low growl. Your eyes widen as you drop to your knees, wrapping your arms around his legs. “Please… please, I’m sorry! I won’t mess up again…”

“Mhm…” he hums, pretending to think. “I can forgive you this time… but let it happen again, and we’re done. Got it?”

You nod again, less frantically this time, as he pulls you up harshly and drags you to the room, practically throwing you onto the bed. You let out a small whine but quickly stop when he lays down beside you. “I’m sorry, Chris… I promise I won’t do it again,” you apologize, feeling a twinge of pity for yourself. “You fucking better be. You’re lucky I put up with your shit at all,” Chris barks back in mock anger—a tone you believed. But unbeknownst to you, he was delighted. Delighted that you fell victim to his ‘powers,’ knowing he could control you forever and you would always listen.

Your eyes close, and your head feels heavy against the pillow as you try your hardest to stay out of his way, not wanting to piss him off further. Slowly, you begin losing your battle against sleep, muttering a faint, “I love you, Chris…” before exhaustion finally takes over.

How couldn’t you? He loved you, after all. Or so you believed. “I know, ma,” he said, a sly smirk on his face. Although he didn’t love you. He loved how you fell victim to his ways. And he always would.

( Dividers from: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more + @anitalenia )

[waitimcomingtoo]

Valentine’s Day Blues

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: In the midst of planning Valentine’s Day and his brothers party, Tom forgets your birthday

happy birthday to @bluelilly21 !! 🥳

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The first time you met Tom, you were crashing his brothers birthday party. In your defense, it was Valentine’s Day, as well as your birthday, and you didn’t want to be alone. So when your best friend said she was going with her boyfriend to some party, you tagged along.

“Hey mate. Thanks for the party. We’re gonna be heading out soon.” Tuwaine shouted over the music of Harry and Sam’s birthday party.

“Thanks so much for coming.” Tom said as he pulled him into a hug. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You too, mate. Wait one second.” Tuwaine turned around and found his girlfriend in the crowd. “I want you to meet my girlfriend”.

“Hi. I’m Yara.” A girl came from behind Tuwaine and put her hand out to shake Tom’s.

“And I’m bored.” You announced as you stumbled into Yara’s arms. “Can we go, please?”

��In a minute.” She laughed as she held you up. “I haven’t said goodbye to everyone yet.”

“But I did and if I stick around it’ll be awkward.” You whined in her ear, making Tom laugh. Yara gave Tom a look that told him this wasn’t her first time having to take care of you.

“I said my goodbyes already. I could stay with you until Yara is done.” Tom offered. You picked your head off of Yara’s shoulder and squinted at Tom, finally noticing that he was standing there.

“Yeah. Why don’t you stay with Tom?” Yara spoke in a motherly tone as she helped you stand up straight.

“But I don’t know him.” You whispered to her, just loud enough for Tom to hear. He understood you not wanting to be left alone with a stranger while drunk, so he didn’t take any offense to it.

“He’s Tuwaine’s best friend.” She assured you. “I wouldn’t leave you alone with someone I didn’t trust.”

“Okay.” You sighed before facing Tom. “But don’t try anything. I have a gun.”

“She doesn’t.” Yara whispered behind her hand. “Play nice.”

“Bite me.” You nipped at her, making her laugh.

“I will.” She smiled and pulled you into a hug. “Love you, girl.”

“Love you.” You mumbled before letting her go. She disappeared back into the crowd, leaving you alone with Tom. You were a little too drunk to remember your manners, so you just stared at him, unapologetically sizing him up.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom.” Tom reached out to shake your hand.

“Y/n.” You told him as you dapped him up. Tom laughed a little at your movement and checked you out.

“How come I haven’t seen you before?” He asked, taking a step closer so you could hear him over the music.

“Excuse me.” You put on a voice. “I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. And I’m new in town.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” Tom frowned. “Do you need a place to sleep tonight?”

“Dude, I’m joking.” You laughed in shock. “Haven’t you heard of John Mulaney?”

“No.” Tom shook his head. “Is he your friend?”

“He’s a comedian.” You said like it was obvious. “Don’t they have comedy in England?”

“Our teeth are pretty funny looking.” Tom shrugged, making you smile.

“Hm.” You looked him up and down. “Cute and funny.”

“So how much of what you just told me was true?” Tom asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Nothing except for the fact that I’m new in town.” You seemed to sober up a little. “But Yara and I go way back.”

“Same with me and Tuwaine.”

“I know. He’s been talking you up to me for a year now.” You chuckled as you pulled a water bottle out of your bag.

“Has he?” Tom raised an eyebrow. “What did he say?”

“That what you lack in height you make up for in charm.” You insulted him flirtatiously.

“What’s the verdict?” Tom stepped closer again. “Was he right?”

“You’d really let me sleep at your place if I was homeless?” You questioned him and you decided whether you liked him or not.

“I would.”

“Well, then he was right.” You batted your eyelashes and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You’re definitely short.”

“Damn.” Tom shook his head as you pulled away laughing.

“I’m sorry.” You chuckled. “But you’re pretty charming as well.”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” Tom flirted.

“Guess what?” You went up on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. “It’s my birthday today.”

“Is it really?” He asked. “It’s my brothers birthday too.”

“Isn’t this their party?” You realized, and Tom nodded. “I hope you don’t mind I tagged along with Yara. I just broke up with my boyfriend and I didn’t want to be alone.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Tom told you. “I’m sorry about your breakup. Now that I know you’re single, you know what it really makes me want to do?”

“What’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Get you a cab and make sure you get home safe.” Tom smiled softly as you as he gave you a comforting squeeze on your arm.

“That would be lovely.” You said in appreciation. You took Tom by the hand and began to walk with him towards the exit. “I’m glad I met you Tom.”

“I’m glad I met you too, darling.”

You didn’t kiss him that night, though you wanted to. It took about a month of knowing each other for you to finally kiss him. But once you did, you were inseparable.

It was a full year since the party, meaning yours and the twins birthday had come around again. It was also Valentine’s Day, your very first one with Tom. You woke up before him and walked into the kitchen, smiling at the dozen roses he had set on the table. Next to the roses was a box of chocolates at your spot at the kitchen table, but no birthday card. You furrowed your eyebrows a little but didn’t have time to think about it when your phone rang. You answered it and thanked the person for the birthday wishes as Tom entered the room.

“Sorry.” You smiled as you put your phone down. “I had a phone call.”

“Good morning. Happy Valentine’s days.” Tom’s voice was husky with sleep as he pulled you into a long kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.” You smiled against his lips before kissing him again.

“I have to call my brothers before I forget.” Tom kissed your forehead before pulling away. “Then I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Yeah.” You narrowed your eyes at him to see if he was joking. “You wouldn’t want to forget a birthday.”

Tom didn’t take the hint as your phone began to ring again.

“Your phone is ringing again?” He raised his eyebrows. “Someone’s popular.”

“I guess I am.” You mumbled, realizing that he had indeed forgotten. You took your phone call and tried to give Tom the benefit of the doubt. It was his brothers birthday, after all. Maybe he was just waiting to say it to them first. You came back to the kitchen after the call just as Tom was putting pancakes on the table.

“There you are.” He grinned and made grabby hands at you. “I want to spend every second together until the party. It kinda sucks our first Valentine’s Day together is also my brothers birthday. I’d rather spend the day with you.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged sadly. “Birthdays are important.”

“I know.” He ironically agreed. “Maybe we can leave early and have some alone time.”

“Sure baby.” You faked a smile. “Let’s just eat, okay?”

You didn’t want to fight with him, especially on Valentine’s Day, so you made peace and sat down with him to eat breakfast. You were hurt that he had forgotten your birthday, but he at least remembered Valentine’s Day. You decided that that was better than nothing and tried to push it from your mind.

Tom had a few last minute errands to run before his brothers party, which you were slightly relieved about. You didn’t really want to spend the day with him after he forgot your birthday. He kissed you goodbye multiple times, harping on how sorry he was to leave you on Valentine’s Day. You sighed deeply once he left, feeling tears threaten your eyes in his absence. Every time he mentioned the party or Valentine’s Day, you were reminded that he had forgotten about you.

Tom came home once you had already started getting ready. You had your dress on and were talking a phone call as he got dressed.

“Are you almost ready to go, love?” Tom asked as he buttoned his shirt.

“One minute.” You mouthed as you pointed to your phone. The conversation finished up quickly and you hung up.

“Did someone leak your phone number or something?” Tom wondered. “It’s been going off all day.”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged, not wanting to start something. “It’s a special occasion.”

“Valentine’s day is not that special.” He laughed as he came behind you to look in the mirror. “But you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You smiled tightly as you put in your earrings. Tom went in to kiss you, but you moved so he’s only get your cheek. He clocked your strange behavior but shrugged it off as he grabbed his keys.

~

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!” Yara screamed from across the room when she saw you at the party. She ran to you and threw her arms around you, squeezing you tightly. She kissed both your cheeks before placing a tiara on your head.

“There. So everyone knows you’re the birthday girl.” She smiled proudly as she fixed your hair.

“Thank you.” You grinned as you squeezed her hands. “I appreciate you.”

“Well it’s my best friends birthday. I had to do something.” She shrugged playfully. “What did Tom get you?”

“Tom forgot.” You blurted, trying to keep a straight face. “He hasn’t said anything yet.”

“What?” Yara’s face fell. “He threw his brothers this party but didn’t even wish you a happy birthday?”

“There’s a lot going on today.” You tried to defend him. “He wished me a happy Valentine’s Day. And he got me roses.”

“It’s your birthday.” She didn’t let up. “It is his girlfriends birthday. He should know that.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged it off, but she could tell you were upset.

“It’s not.” She didn’t let up. “Where is he now?”

“Last time I saw him, he was with Tuwaine.” You told her. “I didn’t really want to be around him right now.”

“Good.” Yara nodded as she fixed your hair. “Leave him be until he figures it out.”

“Is that the birthday girl?” A familiar voice came from behind you, making you smile.

“Happy birthday, you two.” You greeted Sam and Harry as you handed them separate birthday cards.

“Happy birthday to you too, princess.” Harry teased as he flicked your tiara. They pulled you into a group hug that lingered while Sam rubbed your back.

“This is for you.” Sam handed you a card.

“And this is from us.” Harry winked as he handed you a small black box.

“Thanks guys.” You smiled in appreciation. “I put your gifts in the back room. Should I get them?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sam waved his hand. “Open it.”

You opened the box and found a thin black brackets with a straight metal pendant. The pendant had dots and lines going across it, making you look at the twins in confusion.

“It says “Holland” is Morse code. We have them too.” Harry explained as he showed you his matching bracelet.

“It’s to show that you’re part of our family now.” Sam added. “So people know you’re our sister.”

“Thats…” ,you stared at the bracelet for a moment, feeling sentimental tears coming to your eyes, “that’s really sweet, guys. Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

You pulled them into another group hug before letting them get back to their party.

“They remembered.” Yara gave you a pointed look.

“I should probably get back to the party.” You changed the subject, not wanting to sit in self pity. “Thank you for the tiara. You’re the best best friend I could ask for.”

“You’re welcome.” Yara told you as she hugged you tightly. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry your boyfriend is dumb.”

You gave her a look before heading back to the main area of the party. The second you saw Tom, you felt a disappointment in your stomach. He was laughing and having a good time while you were upset. You wished you didn’t care as much as you did, but you were hurt. He had forgotten your birthday and didn’t seem to care.

“Hey. There you are.” Tom smiled when he spotted you, already tipsy as he tried to hug you. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah.” You said flatly and moved away from him. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

Tom pouted briefly at your odd behavior as Yara and a friend of yours approached him.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Your friend, KC, shouted over the music.

“She just left to get a drink.” Tom told her. “She’ll be back soon.”

“Good.” KC nodded. “I have to wish her happy birthday. I called her first thing this morning but I want to tell her in person.”

“It’s my brothers birthday, actually.” Tom corrected her. “They’re over by the pool table.”

“I know.” She laughed shortly. “But it’s Y/n’s birthday too.”

“She’s a Valentine’s baby.” Yara said sweetly while shooting daggers at Tom. “Isn’t that so cute?”

“What?” Tom jutted his head back. “It’s not her birthday. Her birthday is-“

“Today.” KC raised an eyebrow at Tom. “Did you not know?”

“I think he knew.” Yara stated with a hand on her hip. “He just forgot.”

“Oh no. I’m such an asshole.” Tom covered his mouth with his hand. “I can’t believe I forgot her birthday.”

“She couldn’t believe it either.” Yara shrugged. “You’re not gonna live this one down. This is exactly what happened last time.”

“Don’t say that.” KC said in a hushed tone, making Tom grow concerned.

“What do you mean?” Toms eyes darted between the two of them. “What happened last time?”

“Her ex did this last year and she was totally devastated.” KC told him. “He texted her “happy v day” and did nothing all day. They didn’t last a day after that.”

“Really? That’s why they broke up?” Tom began to panic. He knew about the ex, but you had never told him why you broke up.

“Yeah. She felt ignored.” Yara said unsympathetically towards Tom. “She was crying at my apartment until I brought her to your brothers party. That’s when you met, dummy.”

“Oh no.” Tom whined and looked around for you. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I’m not so sure.” KC shook her head.

“Why do you say that?” Tom panicked at her confidence.

“Because I’m pretty sure she just left.” KC said as she pointed behind Tom. Tom wiped around right as you walked out the door. Harry and Sam were standing near by, still waving to you as you left. Tom rushed over to them, already seeing the disappointment on their faces before he got there.

“Dude, what did you do?” Harry asked, a little annoyed with Tom. “You didn’t wish Y/n a happy birthday?”

“You literally met on her birthday last year.” Sam added. “How could you forget that?”

“I don’t know!” Tom groaned, angry with himself. “It completely slipped my mind. I got her chocolates and roses though.”

“For Valentine’s Day.” Harry interjected. “Not her birthday. You’ve been together for almost a year and you didn’t wish her happy birthday. That’s cold, mate.”

“What did she say to you guys?” Tom asked. “Was she upset?”

“She was crying.” Sam told him, making Tom hang his head in shame.

“I gotta go.” Tom decided. “I have to make it up to her.”

“You can try.” Harry shrugged. “I don’t really think she wants to talk to you.”

“And I don’t really blame her.” Sam mumbled under her breath. Tom let out another sigh before getting his things and leaving the party. He stopped by the store to get a few things before driving home to you.

~

Once Tom got home, he peered around a wall and found you sitting on the couch reading a book. He took a deep breath before putting on his most apologetic smile.

“Happy birthday.” Tom said weakly as he presented you with a cupcake. He sat down on the couch next to you but you didn’t budge.

“Who told you?” You asked without looking up. Tom sighed and set the cupcake on the coffee table so he could talk to you.

“Yara.” He admitted, and you nodded like you were expecting that. You continued to read your book, putting a nervous feeling in Toms stomach.

“I’m so sorry, princess.” He apologized as he put a hand on your knee. “I completely forgot.”

“I noticed.” You replied coldly, removing his hand.

“How can I make it up to you?” He asked sweetly, hoping you’d give a little.

“It’s fine.” You sighed. “There was a lot going on today. It’s Valentine’s Day and it’s your brothers birthday. And hey, at least you remembered those.”

“It’s not fine.” He frowned. “I can tell you’re upset. I’m so sorry.”

You finally put your book down and stared straight ahead, not knowing what you wanted to say yet.

“I am upset.” You said, like you were admitting it to yourself. “And I’m not sure why.”

“Because I forgot your birthday.” Tom reminded you quietly.

“But it’s only your first offense.” You thought out loud. “This is just strike one.”

“What?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m not following, love.”

“I’m trying to say that you’ve been a really good boyfriend so far.” You finally looked at him. “You pay attention and communicate your feelings and go out of your way to make me happy. You have been a picture perfect boyfriend for the past year and all the sudden…”

“I fucked up.” Tom finished your sentence for you. You laughed softly and nodded.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “So I’m not sure how to react. On the one hand, you forgot my birthday. On the other hand, you were busy all day getting me roses and chocolates and throwing an amazing party for your brothers because that’s the kind of guy you are. Should I be mad that you’re so thoughtful that you took too much on?”

“Are you asking me?” He laughed a little.

“I am.” You softened up and smiled at him. “Because I don’t know what to do. I’m upset you forgot my birthday, but I also know why you forgot. So I’m at a bit of a crossroads right now.”

“Well, the party was no excuse to forget.” Tom didn’t let himself off the hook. “I should have remembered.”

“Yes, you should have.” You agreed. “But this has happened to me before. And the last time it happened, I didn’t get an apology and a cupcake.”

“Yara told me about your ex.” Tom said softly as he put his hand on your knee again. This time, you let him. “I’m not like him.”

“I know you’re not.” You smiled weakly. “You’ve spent the past year proving to me that you’re nothing like him. So yes, I’m upset. But I’m also ready to forgive you.”

“You are?” He asked hopefully, leaning closer to silently ask for a kiss.

“I am.” You accepted his kiss and he smiled in relief. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” He promised. “Thank you for forgiving me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at him. “Now give me that cupcake.”

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[sub-danny]

We met with Laszlo so I needed to ask something about it.

Laszlo forcing himself to keep together as you are in the same room and he wants to make you proud and earn is rightful prize

I added some other things into this drabble such as overstimulation and of course because you sent me the original Laszlo mummy kink request I had to include it in here as well!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: f!reader, sub!Laszlo, handjobs, overstimulation, mummy kink

When Laszlo was arguing for his court cases he was in his prime. He had gained the reputation for being one of the most likely Alienists to get people out of the death sentence or being locked up, if he chooses to take on your case. When criminals were faced with the book they would try everything to get him to take their case on. But Laszlo only chooses the cases of those he deemed needed his help, who shouldn’t be judged for their crime because they didn’t mean for it to happen or that they were in the right for committing it. Or if he found he wanted to study them and deemed them as mentally insane.

There was however another reason as to why Laszlo was always so keen in court, how he would do everything he could to help his defendant and that might be down to how his lovely wife would usually sit in on the court and watch how the trial would go down.

Throughout this trial, Laszlo���s eyes couldn’t help but continuously flicker over to where you sat, but they darted away the moment he feared you might spot him glancing over to you. You always kept your face so passive Laszlo had a hard time trying to analyze and figure out what you were thinking, and what was supposed to be one of his best skills! When he stood up and talked, arguing against what most of the prosecutors claimed about his client, he could feel all the eyes in the room look at him, he could feel their judgemental stares, he knew what they thought of him but he only cared about one opinion in that room.

He had to be a good boy for you. If he won the case today then he was a good boy. If he lost it then he would be a bad boy and you had to punish him accordingly. He needed to be a good boy for you today and he had to make you proud in order for you to reward him. But the more he thought about his potential reward tonight for winning the case, the more aroused he became. As he sat down to briefly take a break as the prosecutor pulled out some more evidence, horror dawned on him as he felt the way his slacks tightened around him, and as he looked down dread filled him as he saw the slight tent within his trousers.

Just the mere presence and thought of you was apparently all Laszlo needed to feel arousal surge within him. With his hand, he tried to push it back down but the feeling of the material being pushed against his aching cock only stimulated the pleasure for him and he had to swallow down a moan that was threatening to prise its way out of his throat.

When it was Laszlo’s turn to stand up again he hovered his weak arm over his crotch in a casual way, hoping no one would take notice of the creases now within it yet his voice sounded like it was straining and wobbling, and panic flicked through him that as you watched him, you might have caught on to what he was struggling with. He didn’t dare imagine what you might do to him if you figured out how hard he got during a court case with lots of other people surrounding the two of you.

He was fearful now with his distraction he would lose this court case, that he wouldn’t be able to pull through and yet remarkably, the defendant was excused of his crime as long as Laszlo took him into his employment. Hearing the verdict made Laszlo extremely happy knowing he wouldn’t be punished today, instead rewarded but still he needed to get home with you without you realising how turned on he was yet. This proved hard as you two rode in the calash opposite each other. He placed his hands in front of his crotch pretending to just rest them there but it wasn’t very convincing of him.

Finally, you two got home and were left within each other’s companies, anticipating what was to come next. He dared not say a word, instead his eyes lingering all over your body as you slowly stepped towards him, placing your hand upon his chest to feel the way it rose with every deep breath in. The touch was intimate and sparked warmth within Laszlo, especially when you trailed your fingers up to his beard, stroking his neck upwards and then finally placing your finger under his chin.

“You were a good boy today Laszlo weren’t you?”

He didn’t dare speak, only nod.

“You made me very proud today.”

The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile as his heart fluttered from his words. Knowing you were proud of him was one of the best feelings he could experience.

“And yet…” you trail off, letting your eyes which were staring into Laszlo’s now drop to his lips. “I couldn’t help but notice you became quite excited near the end.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, your other hand reached forward and cupped Laszlo’s slacks, palming his cock through the thin material. The sensation instantly made his hips twitch, his cock thinking before his mind could. He knew that down there he had started to leak pre-cum which was dripping onto his thighs making him grimace slightly.

“I-I’m sorry mummy,” he chocked out, though it felt like his throat was constricting from the sobs that threatened to fall from his lips, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay darling,” you tell him, giving his crotch a tighter squeeze making him hiss, “It makes me happy to know how much you enjoy my company. You won the case, you’ve earned your reward, but I’m afraid I can’t let you get away without a punishment fully.”

Finally, you pulled your hand away from him again and this time a sob truly did leave his lips as he screwed his eyes shut, upset from the sudden lack of friction and embarrassed at how submissive he had become.

Your hands moved to his shoulder and slowly you pushed him back, guiding him until his legs hit the sofa within the living room to which you forced him to collapse back onto it. The breath was knocked out of him for a moment as his back laid down upon the sofa, and while he was briefly stunned you grasped his ankle, lifting it up and putting it behind the back of the sofa while his other leg dangled off the side, ensuring that he was nicely spread open for you. Because of his age, there was a strain on his thigh muscles to keep his legs so wide open and he knew he would be sore after but he could deal with that in order to please you.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his slacks until you finally pried them open. Tugging them down slightly you watched how his cock was finally freed from its confinments. It bobbed up, slapping his chest with excitement which also caused a few beads of pre-cum to spill from the tip.

“So needy for me,” you mutter, really to yourself but Laszlo heard you and quickly moaned, “Yes” desperately trying to suppress the urge to buck his hips up into the air. Now out of its confinements he ached for friction, something to relieve him of the increasing pressure building up inside of his cock as it hardens and luckily for him you granted him relief.

Your hand wrapped around the warm skin of his cock, and slowly started to pump it, reaching all the way down to his ball sack before pulling your hand up to his tip, to brush your thumb along the tip and side more pre-cum down him to make your movements easier. You could feel the way he started to pulse in your hand, the veins which trailed down his cock pushing against the thin skin.

More moans found their way out of Laszlo’s throat as his face scrunched up from pleasure. His jaw became slack as his mind was flooded in a lustful cloud, all other thoughts and worries leaving his mind. Soon his hips started to move on their own, thrusting his cock into your hand as you pumped him, desperate for more speed. Though his leg was being held behind the sofa it began to shake as he felt his pleasure mounting within him, making him sweat. A few curses in German left his throat as he groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa. His back arched as his balls finally constricted and with one loud groan he finally came all over your hands, rods of cum squirting out of him and landing upon his new, expensive suit. He doesn’t seem to mind at the moment though as all he could do was lie back and let his hips twitch in your hand as the last few squirts of cum stream down his tip and onto your hand.

To his horror, however, you don’t stop moving your hand.

When the last of his pleasure haze left him, the sudden pain of overstimulation strikes him, causing his whole body to suddenly tense up. His head shot up to stare at you wide-eyed, mouth slack in surprise as you pumped his now soft cock. A whimper tears from his throat as his eyes swarm with tears at the stinging pain as you continued to move your hand quickly up and down his shaft, faster now than before.

“Y/n, please, it hurts” he finally is able to cry out, his chest heaving from the deep breaths he is having to take to dull the pain in his cock. His thighs twitched again as more pleas leave his lips, desperately looking at you, but you just shook your head, delivering a devilish smirk to him.

“You were the one who became so excited at just the meet thought of your reward, I am simply giving you the pleasure you craved.”

He opened his mouth again to argue against you but you cut him off, “There’s no use speaking Laszlo, for I won’t let you go until I have milked you dry, until you are too fucked out to even think anymore, only thrust your hips like a good little boy.”

Laszlo cried out at your words realising just how far you were going to push him. It was too much for a man of his age, he wasn’t young he couldn’t keep cumming. And yet though he shook his head and continue you plead with you, you both could feel how his cock started to become hard in your hand again.

He bit his lip harshly and threw his head back as the pain of the overstimulation lead to pleasure for him again. His throat wanted to cry out from the pleasure but his embarrassment from how good he was feeling tried to prevent it. However, all it took was for you to brush your thumb over his sensitive tip, and press down on it and his whole body was thrashing as he cried out. Almost as quickly as last time, he was brought to the edge of his climax. You take his cock a slight tug and that was all it took for him to lose it again, his cock twitching within his palm as his hips violently twitched forward. Though it was less than last time his cock still pumped out more streams of cum all over you and him but his mind was so swarmed in an even intenser pleasure than from his last orgasm he didn’t even notice.

His whole body was shaking for at least three minutes as finally tears started to flow from his eyes from the intensity of the climax. He wasn’t even aware now of the pitiful gasps and moans that left his lips. All he was aware of was how your hand was still moving on his cock and how much it hurt and pleasured him.

[prose-for-hire]

Bad to the bone

Part One

Pairing: Spike x Giles!reader

Request: Not really requested. Inspired and suggested by the 🏜 Anon !! This is a second part to ‘Bad boy, lunchable reader’ 

Warning: Bit of a rocky relationship with Dad!Giles, mention of reader feeling a kind of abandonment by him.

A/N: I’m not sure how similar reader is to the original fic (can a reader be ooc lol). I just wanted to show the softer side of their relationship despite the people around them being more hostile. It was really nice re-visting this one !! 

You ran, waiting on the kerb rather than in the house. You knew your dad wouldn’t follow you out. Not after that argument. You tried to just ignore what had been said, as if it had never happened.

You waited for the sun to set, knowing he would come for you as soon as he physically could. Your vampire. Ever since he had told you he loved you, you had been completely loved up. And everyone around you appeared to be against you both for it.

Despite it all, you couldn’t help your heart soaring when you saw him approaching on the motorbike that had suddenly come into his possession.

He grinned when he saw you, dismounting the bike as you walked towards him. He pulled you into a deep kiss. It knocked the breath from your body, his tongue meeting yours with a fierce passion. He always did this as soon as he saw you, just couldn’t resist it. Could never resist you.

He gestured for you to join him and you happily started to sit behind him but he paused you, brandishing something you hadn’t noticed what with his distracting kiss.

“On. Not bloody moving ‘til it’s on” He warned, coaxing the helmet into your arms and stared, waiting. When you didn’t put it on he spoke again, “Come on, stole it special didn’t I?” He encouraged softly. It made you smile when his tone softened that way. He only did it for you. You had always known his heart was softer than it appeared.

“Hey! You don’t even wear one, you’re treating me like a baby”

“Humans have skin. Soft, squishy parts. And you got the softest of all, pet” He said tenderly, moving his hand to rest against your upper arm ,as if in appreciation of said skin, “Can’t have you in harm’s way”

“Fine, but only if I can drive on the way back” You warned, putting the helmet on your head.

“Love-”

“If we crash you can do the hero thing, y’know, save me all vampire-style and kissing me”

“Yeah while all your bones are crushed beyond recognition”

“You… you wouldn’t kiss me if I was smushed into the floor?” You pouted, which made him tense his jaw. He loved you, God he loved you, but you didn’t half ask some stupid questions sometimes. You were so soft and unassuming though, you really wanted to hear the answer. He was a sucker for you.

“’Course I would”

“You mean it? You’re not just saying it?!” You laughed, looping your arms around him still stood beside the bike and pressing yourself into him. Almost hitting him with the extra padding around your head. You closed your eyes, so relieved that he was here.

“Just… come on, pet” He gestured behind him, trying to peel your arms from him. You just smiled a little giddily because you were in his presence and tried to press more kisses to his face through the visor. He looked around, making sure Giles or the Slayer wasn’t around. You weren’t listening so his tone changed a little harder, “Get on the bike or I’ll drive away into the sunset”

“Yeah, dust in the wind” You muttered with a pout but moved to sit behind him. He caught it but didn’t say anything.

You were clinging to him, his waist. He loved having you this way, driving you through the streets. Allowing everyone to get a good look that you were his. You leaned against his shoulder, the tension releasing from your shoulders the further you drove away.

You arrived at his crypt, a place you loved. It was a solace. You were able to love freely here. Without anyone’s unwanted opinions or fists getting in the way.

Nobody accepted your relationship and your dad was the worst. You had argued with him again. Just before Spike came to pick you up. It was becoming almost every day now. You wished you could share how much you adored Spike. How happy you were. How he took you to the library and sat there the entire time you were studying. How he offered such loving comfort. How he was there for you without question, without agenda. He was yours.

This is how you had ended up exchanging more infuriating words with your father.

“Look at him, Y/n, for pete’s sake! He’s bad to the bones of him!” He seethed as you tried to mention casually that you were staying over at Spike’s. You didn’t ask permission seeing as you had lived alone for most of your life until you had moved back in with him again.

“Dad, please, just believe me – I love-” You began, trying in earnest to get him to understand.

“You don’t know the bloody meaning of the world, child!”

“I’m an adult, Dad, I’m not your kid anymore!”

“No, I suppose you’re just some stranger I allow to live here rent free”

“I can leave”

“Then you should do so, as quickly as you can” He had said it in the heat of the moment and instantly regretted it. He was driving you further into Spike’s arms and he only comprehended this as his last syllable pierced the air towards you. Leaving you wounded, fleeing the scene.

Spike took your hand softly in his, guiding you through the grave stones and into the crypt he called home. Nobody would ever believe you if you told them how soft his heart was. All they saw was the big, bad vampire that had crashed into Sunnydale.

But he was good, no matter his faults. He was so good to you. He could get violent, you had seen the evidence from the fights he got into. But he would never let you see that. Wanted to protect you, make sure you were always safe.

He had been so close to trying to hurt your Dad recently. Giles had threatened him away from you. Shoving him hard into the wall upon realising he couldn’t fight back. Spike stood and took it. No matter how angry he got. He would have risked the headache if it hadn’t been for you. His way of proving he wasn’t backing away. He wasn’t going to lose you.

Spike hadn’t told you though, didn’t want to see you cry again. He hated to see you cry. Didn’t want to be the reason you were upset. He’d hide it from you, not wanting you to fall out with your Dad again. He knew how much his approval mattered to you.

It soon became apparent, however, that you were already slightly down. He didn’t press you to talk to him, just pulled you into his side. You had settled on the sofa in his crypt. He had cleaned up again, always swept around the crypt and tried to make it look habitable when you were coming over.

Wanted the best for you. Always.

You leant into his chest, not able to hide your frown now. What your Dad had said was finally sinking in. You didn’t know whether to ask Spike if you could stay here. Or whether this would only make things worse.

But this worry began to dissipate with every loving second you shared with him. You loved his jewellery. He often wore a single silver chain around his neck. You twisted your finger to look his necklace. Thinking, brow furrowing lightly now as you did.

He kissed you softly on the forehead before casting his eye back to the tv as he spoke, “Your old man again?” he questioned, knowing your moods as if they were his own. You just nodded, hiding your face. Nestling into the side of his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you protectively. As if he sought to save you from the world outside the crypt.

This is the man that was entirely bad to the bone. The vampire. A killer. But one who would never harm you, hated even a word said against you. Who would defend you even past his last breath. Who would whisper such tender love. Such sweet affirmations. His poet’s heart sung for you. You had found him writing feverishly. About you. For you.

You couldn’t describe it properly, but with him you felt safe. Safer than you ever had before. Despite everything you knew. He had told you his past in excruciating detail. But you still confirmed your love after. Because of the way he was with you. The way he cared. You knew something had shifted within.

He put something on the television as he pressed such tender kisses against your skin, trying to get you back to face him. God, he loved your face. He pressed his lips along your jaw, small kisses making a path of his love.

“Let me make you feel better, love?” He posed the question innocently but his eyebrow was telling you different. He loved to kiss the pain away. he was a big believer in healing through this kind of affection. He always wished to make you feel his love so intimately. He was the typical bad boy but you loved the bones of him.

Spike latched onto your neck, soothing kisses. Hands slowly roaming. He cherished every inch of you, sliding you onto his lap as he pressed further kisses against your skin. Your lips.

Wanted you to know that he was with you. But you never doubted this. His love always surrounded you. Like a quilt. An aura.

Suddenly this soft moment was shattered. This peaceful moment you held in reverence lost. Buffy had dropped in. Again.

“Get off them! Now!” She barked, an obvious disgust written all over her face. It made you both so uncomfortable. You loved so deeply and yet nobody could see through the attitude. The past he wasn’t ashamed of sharing with you despite always worrying about your reaction. You knew it all now and loved him more for it.

You didn’t understand how everyone else hated him so.

“Buffy, what the fuck!?” You muttered, she always brought this reaction from you now. You sprung from Spike who just moved his head a fraction to lazily glare at the slayer.

“Get up, Spike” She scowled at him.

“You can’t just come by unannounced and start slaying! It-it’s like Spike just coming to your house and starting to bite people at random!” You complained.

“He has done that…” Buffy said, crossing her arms over her chest, “Twice”

“Oh… right” Your brow furrowed a little, you were still getting used to the vampire thing.

“’S’alright pet, only a nibble. Like when I-” He arched a suggestive eyebrow as a heat ran up your face.

“Do not finish that sentence” Buffy warned before turning to plead to you, “Y/n, you know he’s no good. You know what he is. You don’t have to do this, to disrespect yourself this way”

“Buffy, I love him… he’s my boyfriend”

“Apart from the boy part, oh and the friendly part!” She rolled her eyes, “Come on” she grabbed your wrist and started to pull you away with her.

“Buffy, we’re not friends! You didn’t care to even know me until you found out that I was with Spike. This isn’t about me, it’s about… how you feel”

“No. it’s about you breaking Giles’ heart. Have you seen him lately?” She prodded, her tone turning harsh. She had tried to be understanding, played the concerned friend but she had given up.

She couldn’t understand liking Spike without hating yourself for it. Without treating affection as a transaction. He’s a demon. He had done horrible things and appeared to her to have no redeeming qualities. Apart from, admittedly, the fact that he was kind of attractive. Only in the right lighting, obviously.

“Yeah, I saw him thirty minutes ago when he threw me out of his house” You replied firmly. Your softness gone as she had made your life her business. Again. Buffy was so shocked she dropped your wrist.

Spike instantly got to his feet and moved swiftly to your side. His hand on you, he knew what this meant. He knew this would hurt you so much. You had felt distant with Giles for a long time, he moved away to basically raise some other kid. And left you behind. And now this was happening all over again.

You felt abandoned. Like he had created an entirely new family right here. Not made of blood but with the young people he helped all of the time. It was a secret he had kept from you and they had all been in on it. How could your own father make you feel like you were an outsider in your own home?

Spike’s hand was soothing on the small of your back. His eyes only on you. Sensitive to every minute inflection of emotion on your face. His expression held such understanding. Buffy looked between you, faltering only slightly before righting her face. He really did appear to love you. On the surface at least. His eyes didn’t move from you, his eyes glassy as he felt your emotions almost as strongly as you did.

He couldn’t help that swell of hope that you would move in with him though. No matter how concerned he was for you and your troubles, he was overjoyed that you might want to stay with him. To have you, by his side even in the day. To be close to you. Domesticity that he pretended he didn’t crave when you were around.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise…” Buffy offered. It was sincere. Of all the things she knew about Giles, she hadn’t expected him to parent like this. It was harsh, much harsher than he was on her even. She appeared to soften, want to offer a hand of friendship.

But Spike was already ushering her out of the door without her so much as collecting up her thoughts before she left. He hurled some choice insults out of the door with her before slamming the door shut.

He immediately moved to your side. Closing the space between you and allowing you to lean against him. He cradled your head whispering hushed assurances. That he would never leave you. That he would always look out for you even if everyone else turned from you. Which was exactly what it had felt like.

He knew this, knew your own thoughts as if they were his own. He didn’t like to admit it, although it was evident to you in abundance, but he was so soft for you. Especially when you were alone this way and you needed him. He was so comforting the gentle nature he shared with you almost made you cry. He continued to reassure you and held you to him through the night.

He wasn’t able to bite back any comments he had on your Dad, ones he had held inside for a while. He had never really liked that man.

Spike, this man who was so bad to the bone was your only comfort. All he wanted was for you to be happy, no matter what. He was soft with you where nobody else had been. He lifted you up, helped you carry on. He was yours.

You did move in with him after this, spending time together. It only made your relationship stronger.

You would make up with your Dad eventually. At your college graduation. He felt guilty, you had very rarely spoken to him since he told you to leave. He was protective, despite you having spent a large portion of your life looking after yourself.

He would never approve of your relationship with Spike fully, despite his assurance that he would never stop loving you because of it. He apologised though for his behaviour, something you hadn’t recalled him saying to you often. And something else.

“I’m proud of you, Y/n” He said, a hand patted yours. Your gasp audible. He had never said that to you before. It had honestly been all you had wanted to hear from him.

You still returned home to Spike though. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He wished so badly he could have been there but it was the middle of the day. He showed you just how pleased he was for you either way when you returned. He was so supportive, even if you hadn’t made up with your father, Spike was all that you needed.

It wasn’t a fleeting love, you were his. For life.

[tommybaholland]

Hiii! May I request something with kuroo, akaashi and character of ur choice with a reader who's too kind to people, even those who treated them very badly?? It could be drabbles, hcs or anything up to you! Thank youu <3

s/o who’s too nice

featuring: kuroo, akaashi and sugawara

love this request!! you chose my two mains but i added suga bc i hadn’t written anything for him yet :) enjoy!

kuroo 

“wait...who was there?” 

you were currently trying to explain to your boyfriend why you came home so late from hanging out with friends. so far, he didn’t seem too happy that you ended up going to his favorite place and didn’t think to invite him. but the hesitation only grows deeper when you tell him who else was present. 

“okay, so your ex was there. why is that such a big deal that i couldn’t come, hm? did you talk to him?”

the last thing you wanted to do was lie to him. it wasn’t that incriminating; only a small conversation about mundane things. you didn’t want animosity, despite the main demise of that relationship. 

“so you want to be friends with him? babe, i know you don’t want to be on bad terms but i’m not going to be friends with him.”

that didn’t really seem fair to you.

“no, kitten, look. he hurt you! i’m not going to pretend to be friends with a jerk who was not treating you right.”

he was making sense. why were you even trying with someone who left your life long ago? you look down, ashamed of how you’ve upset the current, and seemingly everlasting, love of your life. 

he senses your shame and frowns before gesturing you over to him. “c’mere, sweetie.”

you find your way over and into his arms, holding you close. you buried your face into his black tshirt as you apologized. you felt the vibration of his chest as he responded.

“it’s okay, babe. i just don’t like seeing you upset, especially over another guy.”

he pulls away a little to look you directly in the eyes. 

“i’m sorry that i can be overprotective but...no one does that to my girl.” 

you nod and give him a small grin, which he returns. 

“okay,” he replies before pulling you back into a hug, stroking your hair and rubbing your back. ���thanks for telling me, kitten. i love you so much.”

you smile into his chest as you return the sentiment, feeling him press a kiss to your head.

“now gimme a kiss. c’mon, gimme...give—”

you giggle as you slightly tease him by dodging his lips, before you finally allow him to catch the sides of your head and press his lips against yours. 

“there we go. thank you, sweet stuff.”

the look he gives you after he kisses you is something you could never give up.  

akaashi 

you took what felt like your millionth sip of water, suppressing the feeling of having to pee and hopelessly trying to stay awake. you had your laptop out in bed with the brightness turned down so you wouldn’t wake the sleepy boy next to you. unfortunately, akaashi was always keeping tabs on you, even while half-asleep. 

“baby?” he spoke, voice raspy. “are you still awake?” 

you squint your eyes away from the blue light to look over and down to him as he was moving closer to you. it would probably be a few more minutes. 

he sits up and gets a closer look at your face with frowned features. “aw, baby. look at your bags..aren’t you tired?”

you hesitate but can’t lie. you were trying to work through assignments but one group project was proving to take up more of your time than anything else. you had taken on one or two more responsibilities than your group members but you said you didn’t mind and would get it done diligently. akaashi peeks over to look at your screen, observing what was withholding you from sleep. 

“you’re not still working on that project, are you?” 

it’s obvious it wasn’t done yet.

“baby..you need to sleep. you’re overworking yourself.” 

you rubbed your hands over your strained eyes and sighed. you felt like you had been working on it forever and it still seemed like there was no end in sight. maybe he was right. his arm draped around you, pulling you into his side as his other hand reached up to brushed some loose hairs behind your ear. 

“you’re so, so hard working but..it’s okay to say no. you have other things going on too and there’s no reason why you should have to do all this by yourself.” 

you were too tired to even protest at this point, letting him continue to make his case.

“but i also know that you’ll get it done. you always do,” he spoke within close proximity, his voice vibrating right into your ear. “baby, pleaseeeeeeee.”

you were barely able to keep your head up, eyes drooping lower and lower as his hand rubbed your shoulder. you surrendered, giving him a small nod. 

“good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to your temple. “let’s save this and close the laptop.”

he shut the device and moved it off your lap and onto the bedside table for you. he then slid back down under the covers, pulling you into his arms. his thumb brushed against your cheek. 

“you look so stressed, baby. can i..help you take your mind off of it?”

his pretty cobalt eyes still shined through the darkness. he was a bad influence; you couldn’t say no to him. but your eyes rested as his lips breathed life into you, lazily moving with yours. 

“just relax, bebe. i got you.”

sugawara 

“hey, sugar,” your sweet boy welcomed you home from work with a nice hug. “how was your day?” 

it was okay. but you were drained, both physically and mentally. 

“hey, you okay? is something wrong?” he asked, running a hand from the top of your head down through your hair. 

“i dunno. you just seem quiet...and down about something.” he continues to pet your head while keeping you close to his body. you could almost fall asleep in his arms.  

“here, let’s go sit on the couch, sweetheart. come, come.”

he guides you over and pulls you back into his side once you’re settled, encouraging your head to rest on his shoulder. 

“i’m making dinner now but we can talk while it’s cooking,” he explains. “i know you’re tired, sugar. but i’m here now, and you can tell me whenever you’re ready.”

it had been a long day. you woke up late and were a few minutes late to class which subsequently led to you being chastised. even after apologizing profusely, you couldn’t find the courage to defend yourself. that feeling hung over your head almost the rest of the day. then you had to go to work and by that point your head was so empty that those three hours lasted forever. 

“so you’re never late and the one time you are, they yelled at you?”

as if a dam had broke, the tears began to fall.

 “oh sweetie, it’s okay. it’s over now and i’ve got you. shh,” he hushes as he rubs a soothing hand up and down your back. 

“you’re trying your best and i admire you so much for that. but please babe, don’t let them treat you like that again. i don’t wanna see my princess so upset.” 

you knew you had trouble standing up for yourself and couldn’t help to take the blame, even when something wasn’t entirely or at all your fault. it breaks his heart to see your struggle so he tries to be there for you as much as possible, hoping to relieve any invisible pain. it’s hard and you can’t help but have a huge crying fit after holding everything in all day. 

“i know it’s painful, sweetheart,” he wipes some tears from your cheeks. “but you’re going to be okay. and don’t think that you’re bothering me because you’re not. i love you, so much. you’re allowed to hurt. but i want to see you happy and that you’re heard. please don’t blame yourself.”

you hug him tight and tell him you love him. you really lucked out. what would you do without him? 

“so, how about,” he pulls back slightly to look at you, brushing hair out of your face. “we eat and then we can do whatever makes you feel relaxed. i can give you a back rub or we can just cuddle on the couch; whatever you want, sugar. sound good?”

you let your lips curl up into a smile, nodding in response. 

“aw, there’s that beautiful smile.”

he leans down to give you a slow but passionate kiss, letting everything melt away. 

yooooo its haikyuu night! requests are always welcome

[doyumacy]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 8

pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings:「dotae x reader, polyamorous relationship, smut (unprotected sex, swimming pool sex, fingering, blowjob m. and f receiving, daddy kink?? ) alcohol consumption, language 」

word count: 「 4,5k 」

You don't tell Taeyong and Doyoung the incident in your office, and when you’re back home they can tell something is off with you. They don’t push since they know you wont talk and you appreciate they drop it.

As you lie between the two men, Doyoung rests a hand on your right thigh and squeezes it a little. You sigh. Somehow he knows it's something to do with Jackson and wants you to know he's there for you when you need him. Taeyong kisses your left shoulder and turns off the bedside lamp.

“What are you guys doing this weekend?” You suddenly ask.

“Nothing,” Doyoung replies.

“Why?” Taeyong looks at you.

“Let’s go to Busan,” you propose.

“You hate the beach,” Taeyong cocks an eyebrow at you.

You giggle. “I know, but I wanna go.”

“Then we can leave on Saturday morning,” Doyoung kisses your temple.

You smirk. “We’re gonna make so much love.”

“Why can’t we start right now?” Taeyong grabs you by the waist.

“Because I have a meeting tomorrow and you two wont let me sleep,” you place a hand on his chest and push him away.

Doyoung chuckles. “You’re right.”

“Save that energy for the weekend,” you wink at them. “Now turn off the rest of the lights. I’m sleepy.”

Doyoung turns off the lights and kisses your lips. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, my loves.” You smile.

(...)

You find yourself sitting on the beach together, staring out at the water. It's beginning to get dark, the sky clung with a blue color and the stars start to shimmer to make themselves known. But you are not willing to go back inside just yet. You want to enjoy this moment as much as possible, breathe in that salty, sweet air for as long as you can.

You feel a warm blanket cover your shoulders and you smile. Taeyong sits next to you and rests his hand on yours. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You nod, still focused on the water. "How cold do you think the water is?"

Taeyong shrugs. "It's 15 degrees, want to find out?"

"No," you scoff. "I either would get hypothermia or drown."

Taeyong chuckles. "Right, I forgot you don't know how to swim."

"Hey," you slightly push him. "I do know how to swim, I'm just afraid of staying under the water for too long."

"Then why did you want to come to the beach?" Taeyong inquires.

You sigh and rub your cheek. "I just wanted to get away."

"From who?" Taeyong stares at you. "Jackson?"

You shyly nod. Taeyong clenches his jaw and inhales deeply. "Did he do something to you?"

"He... went to my office," you murmur. "And he kissed me."

"He fucking what?" Taeyong glances at you. "I'm gonna kill him."

Taeyong stands up and you grab his hand. "Don't tell Doyoung, please." You beg.

"Why not?" Taeyong frowns.

"You know how upset he'll get," you knit your eyebrows together. "I'm scared he will lose control and do something."

"That motherfucker deserves someone to give him a lesson," Taeyong groans.

You stand in front of him. "I have a plan, but please don't tell Doyoung. Taeyong, please."

Taeyong sighs and nods. "But if he does something again, I will smash his face.”

“Hey you two!” Doyoung calls you, coming out to the porch. “Dinner’s ready.”

Taeyong and you eye each other and Doyoung frowns. “What?”

Taeyong shakes his head. “We were just discussing if we might die due food poisoning.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “You know you won't. Come on, I’m hungry.”

In the room there is a table just big enough for the three of you, with nice plates and cutlery. In the center of the table there is a  bottle of red wine: your favorite.

Taeyong whistles. "Nice, are we celebrating something?"

"No," Doyoung shrugs. "Just felt like doing this."

“It smells really good in here.” You muse. “And not like you set the kitchen on fire like the last time you tried cooking by yourself.”

“That was one time!” Doyoung defends himself from your teasing with equal playfulness, “I had no idea what I was doing.”

“I’ve taught you well, then.” Taeyong muses softly, placing a kiss on Doyoung's cheek.

“I taught you everything you know Taeyong," you squint your eyes at him and both men laugh softly.

“Come on, let’s sit down and eat then." Doyoung says.

“That was really good, babe,” you compliment after the meal; the three of you taking your time with the meal with soft conversation till it was finished.

“It was so good, honey. Thank you.” Taeyong adds, smiling softly.

Doyoung nods smirking. "I wanted to be good to my loves, that’s all.”

You clean the table and continue to sit together after, your hands meeting on the table, each holding another’s hand. Doyoung decides to open another bottle of wine.

"You're already drunk, y/n," Taeyong mocks, looking at you.

Doyoung slightly pinches your red cheeks and smiles. You groan. "I am not. I'm just hot."

"Hot? It's 17 degrees outside, love," Doyoung smiles softly.

"H-hormones," you slur.

"Then we should help those hormones," Doyoung takes the glass off your hand and places it on the table.

You smile and stretch out your arms for Doyoung to take you in his arms. "Bed."

"Are we fucking?" Taeyong has a sip of wine. "Because I'm horny."

"You always get horny when you're drunk," you laugh.

"It's not my fault you two are hot!" Taeyong glances at you. "And you promised us a steamy weekend so..."

Doyoung chuckles. "Let's keep this conversation in the bedroom."

Doyoung's fingers find their way up to your dress and are tracing circles on your inner left thigh. His hand keeps itching farther and farther up your thigh until his fingertip barely brushes your covered clit. You double over and release a soft squeak, looking at him, who is possessing a smug smirk at your flustered state. "I barely touch you and you get like this, love."

You lean back and pull him to a wild and passionate kiss. Doyoung takes the back of your neck and as he pulls away, he bites your lip pulling it. "Put on a show for me."

"Huh?" You knit your eyebrows together.

"Play for me," Doyoung orders, as he sits in front of you.

You nip at your lip and Taeyong sits next you, you quickly place yourself on his lap, purposefully grinding against his already hard member. You take Taeyong by his shirt and forcefully shove your lips against his. You roll your hips on Taeyong's covered dick and hear the guttural grunt spill from his lips as you shove your tongue into his mouth.

You feel Taeyong's hand fumble with the zipper on your dress before he finally pulls it down and pushes the straps of your beach dress on your shoulders. You pull away from him and stand, fully unzipping your dress and letting it pool on the floor around your feet. You step out of it and turn to them, clad in matching white lingerie.

"It's beautiful but I'd rather it be off." Doyoung winks.

Taeyong stands from the bed and stands behind you and trails his fingers across your skin, tracing the curve of your breast with his right hand while he holds you to him with his left. He fingertips barely brush against you as he rubs gentle circles on your clit. You moan softly and arche into his touch, needing more.

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers, baby?"

You nod and shift against him, searching for friction.

"Answer me, doll"

"Yes, Taeyong." Your skin prickles as he traces his fingers up and down your sides. You whine and he tskes softly.

"Uh, uh, uh. That would be 'Daddy' to you, love" Doyoung cocks an eyebrow to you.

Taeyong gently tugs your earlobe between his teeth and you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He begins kissing down your neck, finding your sweet spot quickly and biting down gently, leaving a love bite. He licks and kisses the bite to relieve you of any pain before pulling away. He looks at Doyoung who has already unfastened his belt.

Taeyong begins taking off the top part of your and seconds later, you are free of clothing and smile at the sight of your naked body

Taeyong pushes you onto your back against the bed and spreads your pussy lips, playing with your slick with his fingers first, and gently rubbing circles across your clit before sliding his middle finger into you. He rubs circles with his thumb and pumps in and out of you with his middle finger.

"Oh fuck..." You can already feel your orgasm approaching and you bite your. If there's something Doyoung and Taeyong will always ace is fingering.

"You gonna cum, doll?" Taeyong adds his ring finger and begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace.

You moan loudly and writhe underneath him arching your back into his touch. "Y-yes, Daddy."

He pulls his fingers from you and you whimper softly. "Not yet, doll. It's Doyoung's turn." He winks and pushes his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them a few times before pulling his fingers away. He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off with a smirk as Doyoung nears you.

Doyoung unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, leaving him in just his boxers. "On your hands and knees, love." You obey and see Doyoung pulling his boxers off in your peripheral vision. "You're gonna give Taeyong head while I fuck you, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you, love?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Taeyong sits on the bed and leans against the headboard in front of you, manspreading. You lick your lips. You can't see Doyoung but you know how hard he is.

You wrap your lips around Taeyong's tip and swirl your tongue around him as Doyoung positions himself behind you. He gently pushes into. He groans. He picks up the pace and you moan deeply against Taeyong's member. The momentum from Doyoung fucking you assisted you in giving Taeyong a blowjob, and you can tell by the way Taeyong throbs in your mouth that he is about to cum.

You keep moaning, knowing it would push Taeyong closer and closer to the edge, until you feel his hot cum running down your throat. You swallow everything he gives you with a smirk before pulling away with a pop and focus your attention on Doyoung fucking you..

"Shit, love. You're so tight."

You whine when Doyoung picks up the pace and dug your fingernails into the sheets. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You feel Doyoung shift and smile when he kisses the small of my back. "Cum, my love."

That is all you need to let go. You scream and see only white as pleasure washes through you, ecstasy showering me as you lean your head down and squeeze your eyes shut. When it is over, you collapse onto the bed. Doyoung comes at the same time as you and finishes just as you collapse. He grabs a nearby blanket and covers you with it. “Take a few minutes, love. I want you to ride Taeyong.”

You nod and smile at him. “You two will leave me sore?”

“When we don't,” he gives you a peck on the nose.

“You know I’m not a big fan of teeth but tonight you totally aced it,” Taeyong spank your ass.

You chuckle. “Let’s see what Doyoung thinks.”

“Oh baby, my dick is all yours.”

The next morning, you are lying in the yard sunbathing, while Taeyong and Doyoung are in the pool. You refuse to get in the pool although the water is warm. Taeyong leaves the pool, heading towards the bar to prepare some drinks and Doyoung approaches the edge of the pool, placing his arms on it. "You won't get in?"

"No," you say, eyes closed. "I'm more comfortable here than I am wet."

"That's not what you say," he smiles sideways.

You laugh. "That's different, you perv."

You hear Doyoung get out of the pool and suddenly the sun clouds over and drops of water fall on you. You frown and open your eyes to find Doyoung grinning mischievously. You know what will happen next.

"Don't even think about it," you warn Doyoung.

Doyoung ignores you and takes you in his arms. You whimper and the next thing that happens is Doyoung jumping in the pool with you.

“Doyoung!” You groan, hitting him lightly in the chest . “I hate you.”

Doyoung laughs and wraps his hands around your waist. “You love me.”

“Not right now,” you place your hands on his chest and he smiles looking at you.

“Let’s go skinny dipping,” Doyoung squeezes his grip around your waist.

“Okay,” you smile.

In a matter of seconds, Doyoung and you are out of your bathing suits. He pulls you close to him again, places a soft kiss on your cheek and his hands go down to your ass, squeezing it. You chuckle. "You always do that."

"I love your ass," Doyoung bites his lip.

You kiss him and nip at his lip, pulling it. “We have never fucked in a swimming pool, right?”

He shakes his head. “Wanna do it?”

“Hell yes,” you say, grinning.

You rest your chin on his shoulder, “You got a nice chub going on there bro” you say as you look down at him.

Doyoung burst out laughing. "Yeah, thanks love."

"I love it, especially when it's in my mouth," you smirk.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"Maybe," you shrug, tugging him closer.

You have your back pressed against the edge of the pool, your arms hooked around Doyoung's neck. His hands alternate between holding your face and gripping your hip. Doyoung kisses you as if his life depends on it.

He extracts himself from the kiss to say, "well it's working."

"I can feel it," you say, staring at his lips.

"I'm that easy."

Doyoung hefts you, which is easier in the water, and lets your legs wrap around his waist naturally. You are nose to nose now, looking into each other's eyes.

"I love you." You say.

With that, Doyoung is kissing you again, all sinful tongue and gentle, caressing lips.

His hands venture up your sides and he pushes his hardened cock against you, and you can't help but whimper at the sensation.

Doyoung moves his mouth to your neck, licking, nipping, and full on biting, creating an interesting pattern of bruises on the skin there.

"Ah, shit," you whisper after a minute. "I'd better be able to cover that up tomorrow."

Doyoung chuckles slowly. "Probably not."

"I hate you."

"Your pussy says otherwise." To emphasize his point, he thrust his hips gently against yours. He gets a small moan in return.

"Asshole," You say.

"Mmhmm." Doyoung's voice is playfully disinterested. Another thrust. "So you don't want it in?"

"I'll break up with you if you don't put it in," you warn.

Doyoung laughs and returns to your neck, but instead of staying in one particular spot, he trails his kisses down your chest. He stops to suck a hardened nipple. You arch into the sensation, back curving slightly. Doyoung switches after a few teasing nips, his tongue swirling around the aroused flesh.

Your small mewling sounds encourage him. God, you can make a porn star jealous, your sounds are so sweet and authentic. It's music to Doyoung's ears and riles him up even more, if that is even possible.

He reluctantly pulls away from  your now-soaking wet nipple to breathe in your ear, "let's make this easier. Turn around, love."

The huskiness in Doyoung's voice sends electricity shooting up and down your spine. Every word further turns your brain into mush. You can have come right then and there.

You oblige, unhooking your legs from around his waist. You let your feet touch the bottom of the pool before you turn and brace yourself against the concrete edge.

You feel Doyoung's sweet breath on your shoulder as he continues his mission of giving you as many hickies as possible. His hands travel all over your body, tracing lightly over your moles and marks, and always returning to your ass, where he squeezes each cheek appreciatively.

You hum in contentment, your eyes slipping closed. "What's taking you so long?" you practically purr. You turn to look at Doyoung over your shoulders and wiggle your hips at him. "Come on, bro. Fuck me."

Doyoung groans quietly. "Be patient, bro" he says, voice hoarse.

"Admiring the view?"

Doyoung swallows. "Something like that."

You just "Hmm" and wiggle your ass at him again. "Well, hurry up."

Doyoung growls slowly into your ear and roughly turns his head to the side to kiss you passionately.

You are so focused on the kiss that you don't notice that Doyoung has slyly slide his hands down your back, moving one cheek to the side for access to your hole.

You break away from the kiss and gasp as one of Doyoung's fingers slides right on in. Yes.

Your hips move on their own, in time with the gentle in and out of Doyoung's index finger. You clench the side of the pool, feeling your body heat up.

"Feels nice?" Doyoung whispers when you clench around his second finger.

This time, Doyoung adds a curl to his fingers.

"Fuuuuck."

Doyoung moves his fingers inside of you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. He bites your right shoulder. A wave upon wave of ecstasy crashing over your body. Shit. Doyoung is so good with his fingers. You can never get enough.

"Ah, shit I- fuck me," you say, your climax drawing nearer.

"What was that? I can't hear you. Louder, y/n."

"Doyoung... I want more. Shit, just fuck me," you exclaim.

Doyoung takes no time adding a third finger, your moans getting louder.

You whine. "Fuck me," you pant. "Come on, fuck me."

Doyoung slides his fingers out and grabs his cock and guides himself into your needy hole. He grounds in, inch by inch, and he and you groan at the same time.

Doyoung slowly pulls out halfway and pushes back in. "Fuck," you moan. "That felt so nice.

Doyoung repeats the action and peppers kisses on the side of your face. He captures your lips on a kiss. Your tongues clash for a while before you murmur against his lips, "faster."

Doyoung bends down to suckle a spot on your neck before he steadily begins pumping his hips faster, enjoying the gentle lapping of the water as he moves. His thrusts are slow but rough, drawing it out.

You moan, you mewl, you whimper. And Doyoung loves hearing your melodies.

Doyoung's mouth is busy sucking purple and red bruises into your neck and shoulders, one hand rests on your hip to steady you while the other has slid upwards to play with an erect nipple. You moan quite loudly.

"Yes... oh fuck, yes right here."

That last moan does it for Doyoung. "Fuck, yes, Doyoung," you breathe, and his hips moves faster against yours.

"Fucking hell, keep making those noises for me love, yes."

Doyoung is driving you insane. Your head is hazy with building ecstasy. If it wasn't for the water, you would have probably combust into flames. You have to bite your lip to keep from babbling nonsense.

Your orgasm is rapidly approaching when you notice something odd.

"Doyoung, wait - mn - hold on, wait."

Doyoung slows, placing a kiss just under your ear. "What's wrong?"

"I keep floating." Your voice holds barely controlled amusement. "My feet can't stay on the ground so my legs keep going up."

Doyoung hums. "That is a problem," he murmurs. His voice is still silky smooth and sends a shiver down your spine. "Here. Turn around, I have an idea."

Doyoung slides out of you and lets you turn around, your back against the edge of the pool.

Doyoung looks absolutely gorgeous. His pupils are blown to all hell. A rosy red flush has settled onto his cheeks, his lips kiss-swollen.

Gorgeous.

Doyoung hurriedly reaches further under the water to hook the underside of your knees in the crook of his elbows. God, he loves that you are so flexible and you can fuck in this position - your legs up and out, just enough that if he turns his head slightly he could see your toes curl.

For balance you rest your hands on each of his shoulders, staring into his hooded eyes.

"Better?"

"Better."

Doyoung once again guides himself into your entrance, your hands tightens on his shoulders, his eyes slipping shut as your lips parted.

"Mmm," Doyoung murmurs, thoroughly enjoying the look on your face.

Doyoung starts moving, hips thrusting shallowly and slowly until he works his way back to his previous rhythm, languid and deep. The water makes waves and laps  around you. Your head is thrown back, your moans going soft and sensual. Doyoung drops your right leg, letting it wrap around his waist, and manages to get a hand in between you both, rubbing your clit under the water.

You gasp in surprise at the added stimulation. "Ah fuck"

"Yes," Doyoung hisses, his own pleasure spiking at your delicious sounds.

He feels your walls clenching around his cock and his panting escalating. "Open your eyes, y/n. I want to see your eyes."

His eyes meet yours. Doyoung moves forward for a kiss when you reach your climax. You cry out, your back arches, your toes curls.

"Fuck, " you keen, your fingernails digging into his skin.

"y/n," Doyoung moans and spills into you, his body wracks with uncontrollable tremors. He holds you close, your arms wrapped around each other.

Finally dropping back down from their climax, Doyoung places a lingering kiss on your lips and then rests his head on your shoulder.

"Just for the record," your murmur dazedly, "we're never doing this in the pool again."

"Mm. Fine with me," Doyoung says and smiles lazily. "So, the hot tub?"

"I'll think about it."

That means yes.

"You know," Taeyong says, coming out to the yard. "Fucking without inviting me it's rude."

You and Doyoung turn your heads to Taeyong. You chuckle. "It was a one free trial, and Doyoung took it first." You say.

Taeyong laughs. "But are we still up for tonight"?

"Yes," you wink at him.

"What's up for tonight?" Doyoung frowns.

"Involves ice and tying you to the bed," Taeyong sits on the edge of the pool.

Doyoung smiles mischievously. "Ah. I guess I'm free tonight."

"Bet you are," you grin.

(...)

Two weeks later, you get a call from Jaehyun and he is hysterical crying. You don't understand why, so you leave your office and almost run to his house. You find Johnny sitting next to him, rubbing his back.

"What happened?" You ask, approaching them.

Johnny has lips pressed and shakes his head. You knit your eyebrows together. "Guys?"

"My daughter!" Jaehyun cries.

You gulp and lean in front of him. "Jaehyun? What happened?"

"She is coming tomorrow and I still don't know how to change a fucking diaper!" Jaehyun covers his face.

And that's when Johnny burst out laughing. You groan and hit Jaehyun on his right arm. "Don't do that! You scared me, idiot!"

"I'm sorry!" Jaehyun exclaims. "And you asshole stop laughing at me!" He turns to Johnny.

"I am sorry, sweetie, but I can't help it," Johnny chuckles. "You're being so extra right now."

Jaehyun growls and stands up. "Sorry for just wanting the best for her!"

You sigh. "Jaehyun, it's okay. Calm down, alright? Let's practice. She'll be okay."

Jaehyun rubs his eyes and sighs. "I just don't want to disappoint her."

"She is a baby, Jaehyun," you place your hands on his shoulders. "Besides, it's not that hard. Come on, I'll teach you."

"Yes, sweetie," Johnny stands next to him. "We still have 24 hours before the judge changes her mind."

"Ah shut up!" Jaehyun slightly pushes Johnny. "I want a divorce."

"And that would be the 20th time you say that today," Johnny hums.

"You're unbearable," Jaehyun snorts.

"Okay, first things first," you say. "You need to wash your hands and gather the supplies. Make sure you have everything you need in arm's reach."

Jaehyun nods and looks at the fake baby in front of him. "What's next?" He asks.

"Lay the baby down and place them on their back on the changing surface," you explain. "Unfasten the diaper tabs and raise the baby's bottom off of the diaper by gently grabbing their ankles and lifting. If there is a lot of poop present, you can use the upper half of the diaper to gently sweep it toward the lower half of the diaper."

You keep on explaining to them how to successfully change a diaper and when you're done, Jaehyun sighs. "Okay, I don't feel 100% sure but at least I don't feel completely useless."

You chuckle. "Thank you, y/n."

"No problem," you shrug.

"Where did you learn to change diapers?" Johnny inquires. "Do you have a hidden kid we don't know off?"

You laugh. "My brother is 12 years younger than me, I spent some time changing his diapers."

"We appreciate it. Thank you, y/n," Johnny smiles.

"As I said, no problem," you smile. "So, can I come tomorrow? I wanna see her."

"Of course you can!" Jaehyun beams. "They'll bring her around 4 pm, and you are more than welcome."

You clap your hands together and grin. "I'm gonna go shopping right now."

Johnny laughs. "Just don't go crazy, Jaehyun has bought so many things already."

Jaehyun rolls his eyes. "Don't listen to him. He is boring."

"I will try to keep it together," you nod.

You walk to the table where your handbag is and for a second, you see it's too far from you. Your vision is blurred for a moment and you try to hold from the edge of the table, but you stagger and if it weren't for Johnny, you would have fallen to your knees on the floor.

You blink a few times and shake your head. "What was that?" Johnny grabs your arm slightly.

"I think I'm dizzy," you reply.

"Dizzy?" Jaehyun glances at you.

"What?" You glance at him back. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Dizziness?" Jaehyun raises an eyebrow at you.

You frown and wide your eyes when you realize what he's trying to say.

No way.

[mammons-tax-returns]

Hey! I saw that your ask box was open, so I was wondering if I could request how the brothers (if not all then just Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Leviathan) would react to the mc defending them! Like they get into a fight and their only response was "they were talking bad about you" or something! -🥀 (Also side note, do you right for GN! MC's, or just male?)

BROTHERS REACTING TO MC DEFENDING THEM

Hey anon! Thanks so much for requesting! As for your question, This is TECHNICALLY a male reader blog, however, if it isn’t necessary, I will use he/him pronouns loosely. In other words, if the prompt doesn’t specify/depend on it being a male mc, it will be gn!mc! Hope this clears up some confusion! I’ll start putting whether a post is for a gn or male mc at the very beginning of said post from now on.

✖️GENDER NEUTRAL MC✖️

fluff, some angst :).

Lucifer was more angry than anything to hear that MC had gotten in a fight. The one thing he made sure they did was to stay out of trouble. And yet, they seem to be a magnet for chaos.

He stumbled upon the fight before it got bad, and had the demon dealt with as he accompanied MC to an empty room at RAD.

Although he seemed to be sweating out of exasperation, it was easy to tell that he was simply worried about them.

Well. Kind of.

If you look past the hour-long lecture it is.

MC tries countless times to explain themself, and yet he never fails to reroute the conversation back to his lesson on running from a demon before things get bad.

It gets to a point when MC has to put a hand over his mouth to quiet him.

Only then do they explain what happened, and what caused the fight to begin with.

First, he is absolutely shocked. And he can’t really find the right thing to say.

Then, his eyes relax, and his frown seems to melt away. He truly wants to be mad still, to teach a proper lesson. But he just can’t do it.

“It is true that humans tend not to think things through, I suppose.”

He crosses his arms and continues, “Well, I appreciate it, but I don’t need the protection.”

After ruffling their hair, he smirks a little.

“I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you if you rush into situations like that. Maybe put you on a leash.”

After things are cleared up, he finds the situation a little comical. A human defending a demon.

Luckily, the wounds aren’t bad, or else Lucifer wouldn’t have hesitated giving some sort of consequence to the MC.

Mammon is, unfortunately, not around to witness or intervene into the fight.

So when the next time he sees MC there’s a dark magenta ring around their eye, he loses it.

He wastes no time taking them home from RAD. We know he never really cared for classes anyways.

Unlike Lucifer, he wants to hear them out on the way home.

Although he physically feels himself getting butterflies in his stomach from the idea of being cared for, he clears his throat and tries to push it aside.

He knows that they’re not going to be taken away from him anytime soon. At least, not with his unintentionally vice grip on their wrist they aren’t.

And yet he can’t help but constantly flick his gaze back to them and their wounds.

We were all waiting for this one: he feels horrible that they got hurt because of him, albeit indirectly.

He puts emphasis on steering clear of hotheaded demons— or, all demons that aren’t the brothers for that matter.

“I hear ya, The Great Mammon is a gem that all of devildom should be tryna’ protect! But... You’re better off ignoring that... I mean, look at ya! All beat up and stuff... N-Not that you look bad or anything. Well... Um.”

When MC laughs at him, he’s both relieved that they’re not upset enough to sulk, and embarrassed because of his wording.

So they have to reassure him that they simply find him worth protecting— for exactly this. He cares for them, and is probably willing to protect them too.

As he’s sloppily tending to their bruises, he offers to spend the day with them.

He says its his payment, and that he would defend them when Lucifer found out about today.

But it’s more so the fact that he wishes more than anything to spend every day for the rest of his demonic life with them.

Levi is another brother who is unfortunately not around at the time due to his home schooling.

That’s why he’s one of the last people to find out about it, and he feels guilt hit him like an 18-wheeler.

The injuries are a little more severe, but nothing that would keep someone from going about their daily life. Nonetheless, Levi is demanding to be the one to patch them up.

As soon as MC cuts him off before he can start rambling, they make sure to explain the situation, i.e. “I had to defend you! Or else they would have kept talking bad about you.”

He turns red and covers his mouth, undoubtedly mumbling something about how impossibly romantic the situation was.

But after that, he shakily asks that MC tries not to talk as he takes time to let everything sink in. He still can’t believe it.

So he finds himself shakily asking questions like, “So... You just heard him and decided to-... To defend me? No one asked you to?”

For every reassuring nod that he gets, he feels his head spin a little faster.

It takes him a while, but all the wounds are properly sterilized and taken care off beneath his cold fingers.

He leans back in his seat, and blows out a slow puff of air. “MC... You’re badass. Seriously. I don’t really know what I, a demon, have done to deserve you... But... Thank you.”

The conversation ends with tears, but they couldn’t have been anything but happy.

He just can’t believe someone could go as far as to fight for his sake over a simple ill-intended comment.

Satan witnesses the event. Which... May or may not be a good thing.

MC doesn’t notice him at first. They’re too busy with the demon that has her hands on their uniform collar.

But then they see the green flames licking at their peripherals, emitting from somewhere behind them.

The demon girl in front of them seems to lose all color in her face at the sight of those same flames. She instantly drops MC to their knees, and attempts to run.

As Satan steps forward to grab the female student, he spins MC around with ease so that they won’t have to witness whatever he’s about to do.

MC doesn’t know how much time has passed due to the shock of the moment. It could be seconds or minutes. But when Satan pulls them back up to their feet, he is stone faced.

MC walks stiffly to the House of Lamentation with Satan, careful not to set anything else off in him.

The entire walk to his room is silent. The first time he speaks is when he offers a seat on his bed, nudging books aside with his foot.

He takes a deep breath before he begins diligently tending to the injuries.

“Mind explaining what happened?” He doesn’t sound angry at them, but it’s hard to tell with him.

Satan notices the hesitation in answering, so he gives a small smile. “Are you scared? You shouldn’t be. I’m just a bit... Tense, is all.”

After a moment, MC tells him the reasoning for the fight.

Satan sighs once more and places a hand on theirs. Oh to be so selfless yet still be a fragile human.

“MC... Demons talk. And it’s not always nice. It’s best to just let it go, okay? Well... Give me their name first, but I can’t have you losing a limb for me. Who knows what i’d do then.”

MC can’t completely promise that they’ll simply forget about anyone that talks badly about him, but Satan only gives a helpless sigh.

“What ever will we do with you.” He is much more relaxed than before, and his tone is affectionate.

MC doesn’t know what happened to that girl, and you figure it’s best to never ask.

Asmodeus is preoccupied with a hand mirror, but a circle of gathering demons certainly catches his attention.

He hums, interested. He’s always been one for drama.

But as he peeks over the crowd, his heart sinks impossibly deep in his body.

MC isn’t bloody, but by the looks of it, they may be very soon.

While he’s ridden with shock, a punch lands on their face, and the crowd roars. The yells overtake his own, and he can’t get through the group of people pushing and shoving.

Diavolo and Barbatos were alerted of the congregation of students, and are only just now arriving. And at the sight of them, students scatter like bugs. Leaving MC on the ground and clutching their face in pain.

Diavolo and Barbatos leave MC in the care of Asmodeus while they turn to resolve the problem with the attacker.

Asmodeus is frantic, fanning his face as he helps MC to sit up. He doesn’t know what to do first, does he ask to see the wound? But what’s the point when he doesn’t really know how to treat it in any circumstance? No one has ever socked him in the face before.

So he opts to carry them off to the infirmary, bridal style. All along the way, he gives reassuring words that seem to slightly calm the injuried MC.

“Hey, beautiful! Ughh, the nerve of some demons! I can’t even begin to— Oh right... The ice pack, I’ll get that now, so sit tight, love!”

While he allows them to press the ice to their eye themself, he is massaging his frowning face. All while he seems to be worried about all the wrong things.

“Is this type of injury permanent on humans?? Your face is too good for that!” “That low-level demon... I wish I could ruin his face a hundred times worse than what he’s doing to innocent bystanders!”

MC patiently allows him to vent, because hearing him fret of the most “Asmo” things somehow brought light to the situation and distracted from the throbbing in their face.

An hour must have passed before Asmo actually takes in the situation. “Oh, but I haven’t even asked... What in devildom were you doing with such a grotesque demon? Do I have to replace Mammon in guarding you?”

Finally, MC explains.

He’s less than shocked. Instead, he holds his own arms with an almost sympathetic smile, “Oh, darling... It’s better to talk to Lucifer about things like that... If at all. As the Avatar of Lust, It’s kind of part of the program to get nasty birds twittering about you... Fan behavior.”

MC seems less than convinced, replying with a small, “But...”

Asmo grins and puts a gentle hand on their shoulder. “It’s adorable that you’d do that for me, MC, really. I wish I could just dress you up and show you to the world, show them how special you make me feel! But please. Don’t sacrifice your complexion for a-ny-thing!”

Even Asmo can feel himself get butterflies when MC does the smallest of things for him. But taking care of that face is no joke to him.

Beel is at the gym when it happens, and is the last one to hear about it. The brothers are all discreetly trying to decide whether or not to tell him. We all know how scary he can get.

MC listens to Mammon... For some reason. And that entails avoiding Beel until the scrapes and bruises on your body heal.

Bad idea. Beel now looks like a hurt puppy, and is desperately trying to figure out what he has done.

The fateful moment of realization for him comes on a Tuesday night, less than a week after the incident. MC walks into the kitchen, searching for a late night beverage to drink and also hold against their wounds.

Beel is already there, instantly looking ashamed when he sees them.

“Beel...” MC starts, forgetting that they were supposed to be avoiding him. They stop themselves before hastily pulling their sleeves down to cover the lingering bruises.

This catches Beel’s attention to detail when it comes to others.

His eyebrows furrow a bit, and MC gulps.  There was no getting out of this.

Before completely explaining everything, MC has to calm him.  Because if not, he’d be checking every inch of their body for serious injuries.  And even if there were none, he’d never let them leave bed for the next week.  At least.

They take a deep breath and start with the people poking fun at his soft personality in such an intimidating body.  And then finishing with the plan of steering clear of him to keep him from getting worried.  (you leave out mammon’s part last second)

At first, his eyes are serious as he listens intently, silently going over things more than once in his head to ensure that he was understanding the story properly.

Once MC has finished, his eyes change completely.  They’re soft, and concerned, but not overbearing.

MC felt a bit guilty seeing him like this.

Beel reaches out to hug them, but is hesitant, worried that they’d still be hurt.  So MC has to let him know that their wounds have healed for the most part.

“MC....  Firstly, thank you.” He pulls them into a soft hug.  “It makes me all happy on the inside when you do things like that.” His voice is quiet, but much too unstable.  MC knew that this was a telltale sign that he was near tears.

MC doesn’t hesitate to reach up and stroke the back of his hair, feeling him bury his head into their shoulder.

“Beel? Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.”

‘you should know better’ is what he wants to say. But maybe they don’t, he thinks. Afterall, when was the last time a human with such limited magical capability was surrounded by demons 24/7?

“I just need you to promise me.” He carefully pulls back and sucks in a breath, keeping himself from imagining MC scared and hurt without him— because of him.

“Promise me that you’ll tell me about things like that first. Before you get yourself hurt, or... Or worse.” There’s another word that he has to stop himself from saying. He doesn’t know how he could handle that thought.

There, he thinks. If they didn’t know before how serious it was, now they did. Hopefully.

The brothers notice that Beel is a bit more normal than the days before, so they assume that things have been cleared up for the two.

Although they have to pretend as if they had never heard about the incident when he mentions it.

Belphie was definitely not there when it happened.

But unlike with every other brother, MC was unable to be saved immediately after having found themselves in a brawl with a low class demon.

MC silently curses as they find themselves limping through the halls of the House of Lamentation.

They’re lucky to have only gotten out of that with an injured ankle, they remind themself. It didn’t seem... Broken. But it definitely needed more medical attention than it received now— A knee-high sock they pulled off of their foot wrapped tightly around a ruler they used as a makeshift splint.

They were sure that the majority of the brothers were at school, so they’d have at least a few hours to figure out what to do.

How would the brothers react if they saw them like this? Would they feel that this was a mere inconvenience? Afterall, this may just be a bad sprain, and now look at them. They can barely limp. Much less walk. But maybe after a bit of rest, it would magically heal.

They decide to head to the music room (?), where they knew that none of the brothers would immediately run into after school.

After finding a stool to sit on, MC hisses when they bump their ankle on the floor. The throbbing seemed to shake their whole body.

“Holy shi—“

“MC?”

A sleepy drawl from the couch behind them causes them to freeze. They wanted to slap themself. Of course Belphie would be sleeping here, why didn’t they think of that?

“What’re you doing h—....” He stops.

MC can already tell that he had noticed the poor job they had done with their ankle. “I fell down the stairs. But it’s okay, I just—“

“MC. I’m not stupid. Why are you home so early, alone? If you skipped or left early, Mammon would have sniffed you out like a dog and be here, too. Spill it.”

If Belphie was good at anything (besides sleeping), it was reading emotions. There was no lying anymore. And so MC simply explained the fight and its causes.

When they turn to look at him, he simply blinks. He doesn’t seem very concerned, but he sleepily walks over to inspect their leg.

He’s careful to support their foot as he lifts their entire leg, checking the swelling.

“... Geez. You’re stupid.” His eyebrows knit together with an unknown emotion. Worry? Irritation? A mix of both? “I don’t care about what such irrelevant demons think, and you shouldn’t either.”

MC is a little speechless, but only laughs. “Yeah. It was a little dumb looking back at it. But you should have heard them, Belphie... There was no way I’d go without a fight, okay?”

Belphie smiles back. “If you wanted to prove yourself to me... There were other ways, you know?”

“Should we get Beel to help us set up the pillow fort?”

“Well, how else are you gonna heal? You can’t get better if you don’t rest with me.”

[shesclearlya3]

Class Fight (p.3)

pairing: teen!dandy mott x teen!reader

word count: 3,559

warnings: language, jealous dandy, slightly au!dandy, all characters are 18

part 1 part 2

1.

You led Dandy into your bedroom, gently clicking the door shut as to not alert your mother. She trusted you, but the motherly instincts couldn't be helped when it came to safety with boys. Dandy glanced around your room, having not been up here since you were in elementary school. He noticed you still had the teddy bear he gifted you in fifth grade when you fell and scraped your knee so severely it required stitches.

You wasted no time, turning around as he took a seat on your bed, "I need an explanation from you!" you said, giving him a glare as he smirked at you. "Dandy, why are you causing fights with my friends?"

"You two really are friends, then?" he asked, very pleased with your answer. "I don't see us coming to an agreement with what I have to say."

You crossed your arms, your glare worsening as Dandy just smirked at you. You tried not to be distracted by the fact he was starting to grow into his looks, and you were beginning to notice. "That's not fair."

"Of course it isn't, but neither is life, y/n." he shrugged. "I don't regret what I did. I never liked Jason, we're rivals by default."

You frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Dandy stared at you, wiping his hands on his clean pants. "You don't remember the story? The Deans and the Motts were business partners before we were born. Jason's father stole ideas and were selling them someplace else. Ended up losing the lawsuit after my father found out. Not long after, your grandfather helped grow our business, and eventually yours."

Of course, how could you forget such an essential detail in your family history? It was only ingrained in you since birth. Despite the temporary setback, the Deans found their fortune in cars. Frozen foods weren't their strong suit, it seemed.

"Jason isn't his father," you defended him, coming to take a seat next to Dandy. "That's not fair to him."

"And I'm not my father," Dandy countered. "I go way back with Jason, y/n. Neither of us ever liked each other, and not for reasons due to our parents. He's a stuck up, spoiled brat."

You thought it was funny that Dandy, of all people, could call another person a spoiled brat. You knew he changed plenty since you were kids, but he was always the one kid in the entire grade who had a tantrum once a day in each class.

"It's not fair to me!" you said, springing back up. "I don't pretend to like everybody, Dandy. However, I don't want my relationships to suffer because two of my friends hate each other. If Jason had ulterior motives I have yet to see them!"

Dandy laughed loudly, and you found yourself with the same unamused expression as before. He didn't falter at your glare, instead grinning widely and standing up, easily towering over you.

"y/n, I don't talk to a lot of people. You know that." he approached you, and you stood your ground, feeling your legs become jelly at his close proximity. "And because of it I hear everything that is said in that school. If I wasn't concerned about you, I would have punched the shit out of him just for the shoes he was wearing yesterday."

"What about what I want?" you questioned, causing him to arch an eyebrow. "I never said I was interested in him. If he thinks something is going to come out of this, he's wrong."

Dandy nodded, smiling at you. You felt chills run down your spine as his eyes twinkled with curiosity. "I like your attitude. You always knew how to take care of yourself."

You nodded slowly, swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth. "I guess you taught me a thing or two growing up."

The silence between you was deafening. You noticed Dandy's jawline was more pronounced than you remembered. Dandy realized your lips were fuller than before.

"y/n, I want you to promise me that you'll come to me if you change your mind." he said, and you could hear the genuine concern in his voice. "I don't trust him, but I trust you."

You nodded; however, any thought of Jason was pushed to the back of your mind.

Dandy smirked at you and took a few steps backward. "I'm afraid I have to go."

You blinked, realizing that he had you where he wanted you. You glared at him as he headed to your door before turning to look at you.

"You're still not going?" he asked, a rather smug look upon his face as he wiggled an eyebrow at you.

Before you could answer, Dandy walked out your door. You heard him descend the staircase, with a farewell to your mother, then the front door shut.

You sat on your bed, hand clutched to your chest as you silently begged for your heart to stop beating so fast. Your mother had appeared in your doorway after a few minutes, and she was grinning ear to ear.

"y/n, you still have time to make the dance." she gave you a knowing look before leaving.

You stared at yourself in the mirror across the room. You did have a few dresses with the tags still on them that would pass nicely as a formal gown.

"He wants me to go," you muttered to yourself. Dandy had been dressed nicely, but he always was. He was also soaking wet.

"But Jason might be upset.. But I'm mad at him too," you groaned, plopping down on your back. "What do I do?"

"You get the hell up and stop moping around!" you screamed, kicking your legs as Winter posed in the doorway, grinning at your reaction.

"Why are you here!?" you stood up, still panting from the scare.

"I started feeling better yesterday. Oh yeah, your mother called me and said you were having a crisis. So here I be!" she walked in the rest of the way, pulling a suitcase behind her.

"What is that?" you asked, your voice stern as she knelt on the floor, unzipping the bag. It was filled with makeup, professional kits like you were about to appear on television.

"Your plans canceled, so you're coming with me. I never got a date and with Zoe having a date, I'm not being the third wheel."

You watched her set up and realized this is why you were friends. Partying was okay on some occasions. You rarely went to school dances, to begin with. This was your Senior year. How often in the future would you get the chance to just let loose for a night?

"Okay." you shrugged, and Winter gave you a knowing smirk.

2.

You were excited until you arrived at the school in Winter's car.

The rain had since stopped, and she dragged you to the entrance of the school as couple upon couple poured into the double doors. You were nervous now, knowing that both Dandy and Jason were probably already inside. You weren't supposed to come tonight.

"y/n! It's fine, babe," Winter said, holding your hand as you finally kept pace with her brisk walking. "We'll have a good time."

"It's not really us I'm worried about," you replied, and Winter had a look on her face that told you she already knew what happened. Your mother.

"If it helps Jason is supposed to have a date tonight. Which means he's not your problem right now."

"It's so embarrassing.. Everyone knows about the fight, and people won't stop staring!" you said, glaring at a group of Junior girls who were watching you from a corner. They quickly diverted their eyes, and Winter scoffed as she pulled you into the gymnasium.

It was decorated nicely, a live band already taking stage as kids piled in and found empty seats, many running over to the food to get first dibs. Kyle and Zoe have yet to arrive.

You found a table, sitting down and taking a quick glance around. Your heart stopped when you saw Jason arrive with his arm looped with Madison Montgomery, the most popular girl in your grade.. and the entire school. They fit together almost too well.

"You weren't kidding," you commented to Winter, who shrugged.

"I know my gossip, y/n," she said.

It wasn't long before Kyle and Zoe joined you. Zoe was ecstatic at the sight of you, pulling you into a hug and whispering that she was happy you decided to come. It made you feel good.

You had sat back down, pulling a ballot from the small pile on the table. You completely forgot about Homecoming King and Queen nominations.

Boys:

Jason Dean

Kyle Spencer

Matthew Nylund

Dandy Mott

You paused, glancing across the room to see Jason staring directly at you. You immediately looked away, reading the girls' list.

Girls:

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Natascha Langdon

Violet Harmon

You pushed the ballot aside, already knowing who you were voting for. You were relieved your name wasn't on the list. It was funny; Dandy and Jason always seemed to be selected for nomination. As far as you knew, Jason won once.

Winter nudged your arm, and you looked at her with an arched brow. She nodded towards the dance floor where Zoe and Kyle were dancing and asked if you wanted to join her.

"In a bit," you replied. Winter smiled, nodding in understanding before standing up and pushing her chair in.

You avoided making eye contact with Jason, who was also dancing with Madison. Everyone already seemed to be having a good time. You were just observing, debating on if you truly wanted to be here or not. It seemed like a good idea at first, but now you remembered why you always felt so out of place.

You jumped when someone pulled out Winter's chair, and you breathed a sigh when Dandy sat down, already smirking as you glared at him.

"You did decide to show up," he commented, a rather accomplished look on his face.

"I wouldn't look too excited. Winter came over and convinced me to go." you said, only lying a tiny bit. Dandy picked up your forgotten ballot, his eyes reading over the names before setting it down. His eyes were sparkling, but you were positive it wasn't from seeing his own name.

"Who are you voting for?" he asked casually, also looking around the packed gymnasium, also looking very out of place. There was just something about the Mott family genes that stood out from everyone else.

"I think Zoe and Kyle deserve to win together," you shrugged, and you saw Dandy's lips twitching. "You voting for yourself?"

Dandy shrugged, a smile now touching his lips. "I haven't decided yet. I've never asked to be Homecoming King."

You chuckled, seeing Winter talking to a boy you didn't recognize. Zoe and Kyle were getting something to drink as the band started to play a slow song.

Dandy watched you quietly, his eyes flickering from Jason Dean to your face. He stood up, watching you look at him with interest and almost longing for him not to leave your side.

"Would you dance with me?" Dandy asked, holding his hand out to you.

You didn't hesitate to take it, almost embarrassingly so. Dandy didn't smirk or make a sarcastic comment. Instead, you walked hand-and-hand to the floor, turning to face each other as Dandy placed a hand on your waist. It brought back memories of you being children, both of your mothers having enrolled you in dancing lessons. You were never paired with Dandy, which he would have appreciated a lot more. He was forced to dance with the girls who could never get it right, causing him to throw a fit and claim he was the best dancer in the whole world.

The thought made you smile, shaking your head as Dandy watched you, wondering what was on your mind. You looked as beautiful as he had ever seen you, and you've always been attractive.

You were unaware that the kids were staring at you, some of them whispering the latest gossip, while others were either jealous or unwilling to admit they thought you two looked cute together. Zoe and Winter were giggling, sucking down their fruit punch with Kyle.

Jason had taken a seat next to Matthew while Madison went to the bathroom for a touch-up. Matthew was smirking, eating a plate full of cookies, while Jason did his best not to stare at you.

"I thought she wasn't coming?" Matthew teased him, sticking an entire cookie in his mouth.

"She wasn't," Jason responded sourly, crossing his arms.

"It sounds to me you've been rejected," Matthew grinned.

"y/n wouldn't lie," Jason said defensively, "Her plans were probably just canceled. It's fine, I'm thinking of asking Madison out."

Matthew rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly well he was jealous as fuck.

Dandy enjoyed having you in his arms, and you felt the same. You laid your head on his chest, and you completely forgot all the dancing couples and people around you. There was a safety that came with being around him that you couldn't exactly pinpoint why that was.

The song had ended, and you unwillingly pulled away from Dandy's warming embrace. The band immediately jumped into a fast-paced song. He wasn't pleased about this, but he was quick to pull you out of the way when a mob of screaming girls nearly stormed the stage.

"Y/N!" You gasped when Winter ran and gave you a hug, giggling wildly in your ear. "Watch out, someone spiked the punch- BYE!"

You stumbled over your feet as the boy with a rather interesting mustache whisked her away, both giggling hysterically as Dandy helped you keep your balance.

"Your friend is interesting." Dandy commented, a slight smile on his lips. He'd tolerate anyone you truly cared about.

"Yes she is," you sighed, finding yourself intertwining your fingers with Dandy. He kept his cool, wanting to give Jason Dean a middle finger to the face.

You had both eaten and got some punch, talking and ultimately enjoying yourself. You were thrilled you decided to come now, feeling like you weren't going to be alone the rest of the night. You danced with Zoe, while Kyle sat awkwardly at the table with Dandy for a break. Zoe whispered in your ear that Winter will be gone for the rest of the night before you both giggled.

In the middle of Jailhouse Rock, Principal Harmon grabbed the microphone, causing the boy band to lose their rhythm and many kids to boo.

"Alright, alright, its time to collect the ballots for King and Queen! Five minutes to get to your tables, complete the ballots, and then the Senior Student Committee will come around to collect them."

You followed Zoe back to the table, taking your seat as Dandy was folding his ballot. He handed you the pencil, and you almost hesitated as you filled it out. A part of you did want to vote for Dandy, but who would you pair him with? Madison Montgomery has tried digging her nails into him many times. Zoe would be a good fit, but she deserved to win with Kyle. Natascha openly despised him, and Violet probably hated that she was even nominated. Her disposition wasn't exactly sunny.

You ended up voting for Zoe and Kyle like you originally intended. Dandy peeked over your shoulder and seemed pleased with your nomination.

The ballots were quickly collected, and it took another fifteen minutes to accurately count them. The band hadn't returned to the stage. There was a lot of chattering about who voted for who.

You hadn't been paying attention to the table directly behind you. The girls who had been staring at you when you had arrived had been talking about you and Dandy. Dandy was listening, his hands clenching at the awful things they were saying about you. He was doing his best to not cause a scene on your behalf. It was bad enough he and Jason both had bruising that was a constant reminder to the students what already happened.

All the nominees had to go stand on the stage. Zoe looked uncomfortable, but you gave her a reassuring smile, which seemed to ease her mind. Winter sat next to you, and you gave her a questioning look. She only grinned and waved you off. Dandy stood next to Jason, both boys beat up but as handsome as ever.

Principal Harmon announced Madison as the Queen. She gushed while he placed the crown on her head, and the elderly receptionist placed a bouquet of roses in her arms. She beamed at the crowd, waving as if she were pure royalty. You and Winter clapped unenthusiastically, but you knew deep down Zoe wouldn't take it too hard.

"And for the King," Mr. Harmon said, opening the envelope. The silence was awkward, and you could feel the tension in the air. "Oh no-"

Mr. Harmon glanced around, his eyes settling on the student committee kids who only shrugged, nodding their approval.

"Well it seems we have a tie," he continued, scratching his head. "Dandy Mott and Jason Dean."

There was a ripple of laughter and disbelief as students yelled for a recount. Dandy was smirking, but Jason didn't look the least bit amused. Madison was pouting.

".. This has never happened in my twenty years of being principal," he said awkwardly into the mic. "Where do we go from here?"

"I back out," Dandy announced proudly.

"Oh! That was easy!" said Mr. Harmon, "In that case, I present to you, King Jason Dean!"

The crowd roared as he placed the crown on Jason's head. He smiled sheepishly, briefly meeting your eyes as Dandy and the others walked off the stage. Zoe and Kyle hugged, both smiling in good humor. Dandy sat beside you as Jason and Madison started their dance to Frankie Valli.

"That was kind of you," you whispered to Dandy.

"It's nothing, I could care less about winning."

Dandy put his arm around the back of your chair until their dance was over. They took a few pictures before the band returned back to the stage, promising a few more slow dances to all the couples before the night was over.

Winter gasped when Jason approached your table; Madison running to her friends and fawning over her flowers and tiara. He ignored Dandy entirely, focusing only on you.

"Could I have a word?" he asked kindly, offering his hand to you.

You nodded, feeling Dandy tense by your side. You placed your hand on his leg under the table in reassurance before taking Jason's hand, following him to the dance floor. You realized at that moment that you knew where your heart belonged.

"I was surprised to see you tonight," Jason said, bringing you in close.

"My plans didn't work out. Winter talked me into coming." you laughed nervously, and he smiled at you.

"I'm happy you came, we don't have many of these left, you know," he chuckled.

"I'm happy I came too," you replied before looking at him. "I'm sorry about everything."

Jason frowned, raising his eyebrows as he spun you around. "Why are you sorry?"

You shrugged, "I've known Dandy my entire life. He's very protective of me and I wish you two never got into that fight." You made your point by glancing around at the few people trying to catch glimpses of you.

"It's not your fault, y/n," Jason said in disapproval, "It was a misunderstanding, Matthew isn't the sharpest tool in the shed and doesn't think things through when he speaks. Mott just heard the worst of his ignorance."

"Well, I think it's safe to say it won't be happening again," you said, watching as Madison came back from the hallway, pouting at the sight of you. "I think Madison really likes you."

Jason glanced back, a smile on his face. "Is it too much to admit now I really like you too?"

You smiled shyly, "That's very sweet of you."

Jason nodded, "I think it's clear who you really like, and he's very lucky," he said, now watching as Dandy stared at the pair of you.

"Yeah.." you agreed, almost liking the jealous looks being thrown your way. "I hope we could still be friends."

Jason was pleased to hear that, and he promised to call you sometime after the song ended. You watched as he walked to Madison, whose eyes lit up at the sight of him. You quickly walked back to your table, pulling up Dandy, who was surprised by your urgency.

"Did he say something?" his nostrils flared, looking as if he was about to murder someone.

"Nope," you said before cupping his cheeks and pulling him down to meet your height. You kissed him deeply, and you heard Winter say, "Holy shit!" while Zoe squealed with her mouth full of cake.

Dandy pulled away, his hands on your waist as he blinked in surprise. You grinned, pulling him towards the doors as the group of girls watched you with their mouths hanging open.

"Sorry for your loss!" you chirped at them, smiling sweetly as Dandy followed you in a daze.

School drama just does not change.

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[oneyeartoparty]

I’ve been reading ur post and I just wanna request the brothers reacting to MC being fully able to fight back and win against belpie but didn’t in fear of hurting him? Probably knowing he would be a strong opponent too sorry if it’s too much😅

Hi! Its not too much at all. I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request =D

This contains: Mentions of violence, injury, being attacked, being trapped & death. Also has spoilers for Chapter 16.

Lucifer

Lucifer felt a feeling of dread, something quite rare for him, build up within him when he saw you and a floating Belphie in his demon form wrapped in chains appear before them on the staircase.

He was keenly aware of how much danger Belphie was in, and how he didn’t understand the situation at all. He was too preoccupied with attempting to free himself and hurl obscenities at anyone in range to notice he was close to being crushed.

Not wanting to see his youngest brother meet a grisly demise, he starts trying to calm you down and ensure you won’t harm Belphie.

When Lucifer learns Belphie tried to murder you, he becomes visibly angry. He might not show it outwardly often, but he has grown fond of you during your time in the Devildom, and losing you because he failed to safeguard you, from one of his brothers no less, would’ve incredibly upsetting for him.

Before Diavolo and Barbatos arrive, he’s able to convince you to slightly loosen the chains wrapped around his sibling, something he would secretly be proud of given the circumstances and your ruthlessness when it comes to defending yourself from unruly demons.

Once the truth of the situation is revealed, and everything has calmed down, and in Belphie’s case, been freed, Lucifer takes it upon himself to ensure you’re feeling ok after the incident and ensuring you get any support you need. He realises your happiness is important to him, and he’ll do whatever he can to make sure he can see your smile every day.

Mammon

When you descended the stairs with a little calf on a lead trotting behind you, Mammon was, like his brothers, incredibly confused. Where did you get that calf and how did it even get down into the Devildom in the first place?

It took him a few moments to recognize the cowhide had a pattern identical to the pillow Belphie always carried around. Had you used your magic to turn Belphie into the calf?

Of course, his human would be able to easily do something like this to one of the most powerful demons in existence. How could you not? He knew you were skilled and powerful enough to pull this off. It was hilarious when he thought about it. How frustrated must Belphie to have been turned into a helpless little calf?

But then he realised why you would’ve had to have done something like this. He knew Belphie hated humans, he was certainly capable and willing to kill one. That was the reason you had turned him, wasn’t it?

Mammon has rarely felt as much rage toward one of his brothers as he felt at that moment. Had you not been so skilled at magic, you could’ve been injured, or more likely, killed by Belphie. He was close to launching himself at his defenseless sibling when Diavolo and Barbatos burst in and revealed everything.

From many months after the incident, Mammon would keep a closer eye on you. He wanted to be there to protect you if something like this happened again. He wanted to be the one you could rely on and who could keep you safe.

Leviathan

Leviathan would never admit it, even well after the incident, but the sight of his youngest brother turned into a cardboard cut-out was hysterical to him.

The angry look on his brothers temporarily cardboard face as you tossed him from the top of the stairs and watched him slowly floated down to the floor has always bought him joy even during his saddest times.

He was keenly aware that you wouldn’t have done this unless Belphie has done something to warrant it. Since you were a human, it didn’t take Levi long to surmise that was the case, the idea confirmed by his brother’s cardboard form being in demon form with a rage-filled look on his face.

Levi didn’t blame you at all for doing this. You’d defended yourself and done so in a way that only embarrassed Belphie. He knew you could’ve done far worse, and he was glad for your restraint, though he doubted Belphie realised just how lucky he was.

When Diavolo and Barbatos finally arrived and revealed the truth behind recent events (and along with the brothers, convinced you to turn Belphie back into his regular demonic self) Levi checked on you in his way. He was both upset and overjoyed by the mix of events on that day, so he tried his best to stick close to you and make sure you were safe and happy. He even sent a few compliments your way, which was rare in more public settings.

Levi did punish his younger brother in his way for his stupid actions. Whenever the three of you played together, he’d always do his best to ensure Belphie came last, though he didn’t need to try too hard since he was usually napping 5 minutes into any game.

Satan

Satan wasn’t sure what he was expected when he and his brothers arrived back at the House of Lamentation, the last thing they were expecting was the peace they encountered. Belphie wasn’t known to be destructive, but angry demons did have a habit of smashing things unnecessarily.

When you appeared on the stairs, a book gripped in one hand he was relieved. You were unharmed, though he saw visible annoyance and fear in your expression. He knew then that something had happened, and it wasn’t good.

You walked straight up to Lucifer and handed him the book, saying in no uncertain terms that you weren’t freeing Belphie until you were certain he wouldn’t try killing you again and received a massive and genuine apology from the demon in question.

Dumbfounded, Lucifer opened the book, and Satan quickly moved beside him to get a look. The inside was a children's book, specifically the story of Snow White. The story followed the usual plot, except walking along the pages, looking angry and in his demon form, was Belphie.

He was enraged by his predicament. He was helpless in the pages, able to walk amongst the pictures but unable to change anything. He could move between pages but was unable to escape.

Later in the day, once everything was explained and Belphie was freed (and has given a substantial apology) Satan would congratulate you on easily subduing his youngest brother with ease and acknowledge your abilities.

He also vowed you would never need to use your powers in such a manner again, and he would always be by your side to defend you and keep you safe.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus must admit that the snow globe you had trapped Belphie in was both an ingenious way to contain the enraged demon and a beautifully designed piece he would gladly own if it weren’t a temporary prison.

He has wondered why of all things you were carrying the snow globe when you approached the group of demons. This wondered turned to concern when he saw the annoyed look on your face.

Once you’d explained what happened with Belphie he immediately came to your side and gave you a check over. The fact that this happened at all was atrocious, not to mention it was caused by his own younger brother.

His brothers tried to convince you to release Belphie, but Asmo doesn’t think he should be released just yet. After his actions, he deserves some punishment. He even offers to keep the snow globe in his room. He’ll be a perfect guardian of the object. Plus, he had already planned the perfect setup for some Devilgram photos including the snow globe.

He couldn’t hide his disappointment when Lucifer shot the idea down with a stern glare in his direction.

Once the truth of the situation and the truth of your origins was revealed my Diavolo and Barbatos, and Belphie freed (though Asmo still thought he should’ve been kept in there for a little longer), Asmo spends his time doting on you.

He knew situations like this could stick with someone, and he didn’t want you to feel alone or unprotected (even though he knew you could look after yourself). He also gave Belphie an earful about how stupid he was and warned him to never do that again, or he’d been dealing with both of you.

Beelzebub

Beel wasn’t concerned when you approached them with a sleeping Belphie floating along behind you on a bed of pillows. He was used to seeing his twin napping in strange situations, so this wasn’t different.

This changed when you told the group of demon brothers that Belphie wouldn’t be waking up until you had assurances that he wouldn’t try to murder you like he had just moments before.

Beel’s concern was torn between you and Belphie. Humans were fragile, and even one as powerful as you could be hurt by a demon-like Belphie, so he understood why you defended yourself and weren’t relenting. But Belphie was still his twin, even though he was wrong, he didn't want him trapped in eternal sleep.

He checks on you first, making sure you’re unhurt. He tells you he is immensely hurt by Belphies actions and hopes it doesn’t permanently ruin your relationship with him or ruin the chance of you mending things with Belphie.

After that, while his brothers are checking on you, he looks over Belphie. He is unhurt, but he is deeply asleep, far more so than he usually is. He affectionally moves some of the hair covering Belphie’s face just as Diavolo and Barbatos enter the room and reveal everything.

Once everything settles down, Beel spends his time trying to mend the relationship between you and his twin, and make sure you’re doing well, both mentally and physically. You’re both his family, and he will do whatever he can to make sure you’re both safe and happy.

Belphegor

Belphie thought you were an easy mark when you first met. A gullible, stupid human who he could easily string along to earn both his freedom and destroy the Exchange Program.

It was this arrogance that leads to him ignoring you when you talked about being a powerful magic user. No doubt you were only an expert in sleight of hand party tricks and were simply trying to impress him.

Imagine his surprise when he tried attacking you but found himself trapped in a near-transparent bubble instead.

Even his most vicious and powerful attacks in his demon form were unable to penetrate or dent the sphere now surrounding him and this only served to increase his fury.

He was so focused on trying to escape he didn’t notice you taking him down to the house’s entryway where his brothers were gathered. Their argument below quickly turned into pleading for you not to hurt him and to please let him down gently.

You were adamant though. You wouldn’t hurt him, but you wouldn’t let him down until you knew he’d stop attacking you.

You would later explain to Belphie you weren’t lying and were indeed a powerful magic user. Your abilities were spotted by the Sorcerers’ Society at a young age, and they took you in and taught you all they know.

He’s both impressed by your skills and grateful that he was never close to hurting you. He vows to himself to never again hurt you and to support you forevermore to make up forever thinking of hurting you.

[enchantedsugden]

what happens to a love that’s not new? chapter 3

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Robert’s unpacking one of his two bags. He would never admit it but it feels massive, hanging some of his clothes next to Aaron’s. They definitely stand out, next to Aaron’s black collection of clothes.

He smiles to himself as he thinks about how quickly he threw his stuff together, the way his sister had teased him about it.

 “There you are.” Aaron says as he walks into what he supposes is their bedroom now.

“Uh yeah, thought I put some stuff away already.” Robert says, looking at Aaron and sees that his boyfriend has that same teasing smile on his face.

“What?” He grins.

“Couldn’t wait could ya?”

“Shut up.” He laughs before looking at Aaron again and saying “I was excited wasn’t I?” Aaron grin turns soft as he walks over to the bed, lies down on it.

“As you were.” He says and Robert shakes his head, feels himself blush at the way Aaron is looking at him.

“Those draws are empty as well.” Aaron says, pointing to one of the bedside tables. He suddenly sits up, looking slightly shy. “That’s your side now I suppose, properly. So yeah- that nightstand is yours now.”

It’s like he’s looking in from the outside, Robert just can’t believe he gets to have this now.

He’s shares a room with Aaron.

He feels silly for being so exicted about it, but he is.

He didn’t feel like this when he moved in with Chrissie, he knows it’s because he was more concerned with the fact that he got so much more than a shared space with Chrissie. He got a definite foot in the business and status to go along with it.

If the Robert from back then would see him now he’d be baffled. Being happy about sharing a bedroom in a pub with a man? It would be unheard of.

Robert gulps, feels both upset and relieved. It’s freeing, the way he can let go now he’s with Aaron.

He’s upset for himself and all the years he spent trying to be a person he just wasn’t and upset for all the people he’s hurt in the process of becoming more himself- Aaron not excluded. But he doesn’t have to check himself anymore all hours of the day, it’s okay if he shows people how he’s really feeling.

“You okay?” Aaron’s voice shakes him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah.” He whispers, his voice sounding somewhat horse. It makes Aaron frown but he doesn’t say anything, as if he knows that Robert is dealing with something that he can’t quite share yet.

When Robert turns around again to look at his boyfriend, he sees that he still looks somewhat concerned.

Robert joins Aaron on the bed- tucking a leg underneath him, he looks at his boyfriend intently.

“You’re happy about this right?” Aaron asks and now it’s Robert’s turn to frown because only a second ago they were joking about Robert’s impatience to move in.

“About moving in with you? Of course I am.”

Aaron nods and Robert hesitates slightly before asking, “Aaron, where is this coming from?”

Aaron just shrugs, like he’s not sure whether to be honest and Robert’s brain does the work of putting the possible pieces together.

“Is this because I didn’t agree to it straight away?” Robert asks, hoping it’s not because he thought they were past that but he can’t think of anything else that could have Aaron worried.

  Aaron grabs Robert’s hand as if to soften the situation. He doubts how much he should say, if he should say anything at all.

Aaron’s brain rakes over all of the things he’s told Robert over the past few days. He sighs, doesn’t know where to start.

He looks at Robert now, the way his cheeks are still a bit flushed, either from happiness or the way he had practically run to Keepers and stuffed all his belongings in two bags. It makes Aaron’s chest ache, knowing that he doubted Robert, again. Shame washes over him when he thinks back to his conversation with Lawrence, feels sick at having discussed his boyfriend with him of all people. He had let the man’s words stain him and as a consequence Aaron lashed out at Robert, didn’t let him explain.

Discussing Robert, letting Lawrence use him as a topic of conversation regarding sexuality was wrong and Aaron hates how he didn’t defend his boyfriend better.

It should be enough to have Robert here with him, happy and his. It is enough.

Aaron knows that there is a lot to what Robert has been through when it comes to his sexuality, stuff he doesn’t know about. He’s sure though that one day Robert will feel safe enough to talk about it but it’s something that has to come from Robert. He knows that.

He can wait, just like Robert’s done for him.

“I don’t doubt that you want this.” Aaron answers firmly, tries not to think about his words earlier this week.

You don’t even know what love is.

“I shouldn’t have jumped to those conclusions, thought the worst of you.” Aaron gulps, knows that’s exactly what he did. He promised Robert he’d try to be better about that.

He thinks about Victoria’s words, about Robert being trustworthy now he’s with Aaron.  

Aaron winces as he thinks back to accusing Robert of going out on the pull. Robert hadn’t done anything to make Aaron feel like he wasn’t all in, quite the opposite really. Aaron knows that it’s his own insecurities that make him lash out like that sometimes, it’s something he needs to work on.

Robert looks away, nods.

“It’s just- I don’t want to push you into doing something you might not be ready for yet- just to keep me happy.” He thinks about Robert trying to placate him the other day by saying they should start looking.

“This should be a step we’re both ready for.”

“I am.” Robert answers sincerely, looking at Aaron. “I was just worried that it would change things. And we said we’d take it slow.” He trails off with a small smile and Aaron grins too.

They did say they would take it slow and now Robert had moved into the pub.

“I’m sorry for flying off the handle.” He needs Robert to know that he’s actively trying to change when it comes to his reaction at times.

“It’s okay. I get that you got worried though- it’s just I didn’t- well I don’t want to mess this up and…” he trails off again and Aaron squeezes his hand to let him know he’s listening.

“I was just worried because- settling down with Chrissie didn’t last long and I just don’t want to mess this up.”

Aaron nods, surprised by the fact that the mention of Robert’s ex-wife doesn’t bother him.

He thinks about how much he does want a place together with Robert but knows that this might be a good place to start. He doesn’t want to scare Robert off or make him do something he isn’t quite ready for yet, especially as Robert has been honest about all of this still being very new to him.

Robert confirms his thoughts. “But this, it feels like a good first step right? Especially with Liv and everything still being quite new. But Aaron, I do want us to get a place together at some point. This is a forever thing for me, you know that right?”

Aaron smiles, squeezing Robert’s hand again. “I do, I promise you I do.” Once again he wishes he could take the things back he’d said in anger.

He does know. At first he was worried that Robert had agreed to move in with him to keep him happy, to keep them from arguing, kept replaying their conversation over and over again.

Robert’s willingness to live with Aaron’s family members, some of which have never hidden the fact they don’t like him is proof of Robert’s love for him, proof that he really wants to be with Aaron.

He sighs, hesitates before saying, “I know I fly off the handle far too quickly at times but we’re together now Robert which means we make decisions together and I don’t want you doing things just to keep me happy or because you’re scared it will break us up.” Aaron’s heart is racing but he feels lighter for saying it.

Robert looks taken aback almost as if he’s shocked at Aaron being able to read him so well.

For some people it would probably be hard to match their version of Robert up to his version, the one who does put others before himself, the one who would do everything to keep the people he loves happy but Aaron knows him, sees him.

“I-“ He tries and Aaron smiles a little, shakes his head.

“Just remember that yeah?”

Robert nods, eyes shining and Aaron feels a spark of excitement at the thought of their future, one that they get to share together.

Aaron’s starting to realise how good honest and open communication can feel when it’s with someone who makes him feel comfortable and safe. He hopes Robert feel the same.

   Aaron looks lighter after their conversation and Robert can relate to that. He appreciates his boyfriend’s words more than he can articulate. It means more than he can say that Aaron seems to understand that being in a relationship with Aaron, with a man, carries thoughts, memories and reflections with it- ones that Aaron doesn’t even know about yet and Robert hasn’t fully processed yet.

He smiles to himself as he thinks about how well his sister knows him, even if she is always sticking her nose in his business- it isn’t always a bad thing. She was right, he did see problems that weren’t really there because he was scared. He wants to be with Aaron, more than anything else. He’s finally happy and he won’t let himself sabotage out of fear.

He leans forward, presses a gentle kiss to Aaron’s mouth, his boyfriend smiling against his lips.

“I’ll just unpack the rest of that bag- the rest can wait till tomorrow.”

“Charity will be happy- think I already heard her complaining about it being in the way.”

Robert laughs, “you’d think she’s used to mess considering all the crap you own.”

“Oi.” Aaron shouts, eyes sparkling.

  Robert can feel the way his boyfriend is intently looking at him and everything he’s unpacking, most likely resisting the urge to tease him for pretty much everything he owns.

Robert in turn resists the urge to tell Aaron that he’s never felt this way around Chrissie, able to be himself around her- sharing his likes and hobbies with her.

He can’t quite believe the Woolie is his home now, that this is his bedroom he shares with his boyfriend.

He thinks about all the times he’d sneaked in and out of this exact bedroom.

He also thinks about how it was in the pub that Aaron told him to say it proud.

He’s doing that now he supposes- telling everyone that he loves Aaron, wants to be with him.

He remembers Vic’s happiness when he told her that he was moving into the pub, Diane’s knowing smile.

Even Andy had given him somewhat of a kind nod as he passed Robert on the street when he was carrying his stuff over to the pub earlier.

It’s still hard to shake off the past, the memories of who he was last year but whenever Robert is reminded of that time it shocks him how much has changed, how much he has changed.

Last year he could’ve never had imagined being in a proper relationship with Aaron, let alone be together with him in public. Robert can’t believe he used to think people would care about it or judge him for it. People might be wary of Robert because of the mistakes he made, the cheating but not because he’s with Aaron.

He wishes he could have known sooner, wishes he didn’t cause all this hurt and nearly lose Aaron forever.

Of course he knows why he genuinely believed that being honest about wanting to be with Aaron would be the end of the world back then. Sometimes it’s still hard to battle through his feelings and thoughts about his sexuality, maybe it always will be hard.

He looks at Aaron, his boyfriend watching him in concern and Robert realises he must have been standing there with one shirt in his hand for at least a few seconds, just staring into space.

He feels safe in the knowledge that one day he will find the words to tell Aaron everything.

“You okay?” Aaron’s asking and Robert nods, smiling.

“You looked sad.” Aaron says, not letting it go just yet.

Once again Robert is reminded of how much Aaron cares about him, sees him.

“I’ve never been happier actually.” Robert says sincerely and Aaron smiles again.

[gb-fics]

Selfhood

Fanfiction:

Utahiroba Jun x Darvish Kenji (Golden Bomber)

Note: This story is Jun centric, since it’s his birthday today ^-^

Nervously Jun folded and unfolded the napkin again. It was a cheap paper napkin. The family restaurant had been Yutaka’s suggestion, probably because it was close to his apartment. Shou had agreed, probably because the food was cheap, and that had settled things.

Jun would have felt weird to insist on a fancier place. After all, he hoped they would get over with this quickly. Depending on the reaction of his bandmates, sitting with them through a three-course meal afterwards was the last thing he wanted. If worst came to worst, he wanted to be able to grab his bag and run.

“So, what did you invite us for today, Jun?”, Shou asked. It was kind of adorable how he tried to host their conversations as their band leader at times but never managed to radiate any sense of authority.

Jun shuffled on his seat and finally put down the napkin.

It was rare for them to meet outside of work and now that the tour was over, they would usually avoid seeing each other for a while. His invitation must have sparked their curiosity. Jun felt sick.

“I asked you here today, because there is something I would like to share with you”, he said and cleared his throat.

He had practiced the words out loud in front of his bathroom mirror and it had felt relieving to hear them out in the open. But he hadn’t actually told anyone yet and the nerves upset his stomach and made his mouth taste weird.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell them. It wasn’t like they needed to know after all. It was just Jun’s business. It didn’t have to affect the band if he just managed to suppress it harder.

“Please tell me you are not going to invest in another café”, Yutaka groaned. “It’s not going to work this time either.”

Jun gritted his teeth.

“No, of course it’s not that. I was insecure whenever to tell you at all, but we work together so closely, so I feel like you deserve to know.”

He inhaled deeply. This was why he had to tell them. Because if it came out another way, it might affect all of them. He had to start telling people somewhere, if he ever wanted to come to terms with himself, and the people he was working with the closest were a good start. It seemed like a relatively safe space to test for reactions, too, although he was still scared of what might happen.

“Just spit it out already”, Shou urged.

The only one who hadn’t spoken at all yet was Kenji sitting right next to him. He never liked to engage in the conversation if he felt that the atmosphere was tense, but his calm felt somehow supportive. Jun resisted the urge to lean into him, just because Kenji felt so stable. He was scared of Shou being troubled by the news and of Yutaka making fun of him. He wasn’t scared of Kenji’s reaction though.

“I’m gay!”, Jun burst out.

Everyone at the table seemed to exhale with relief. Jun wondered what they had expected him to say that could possibly be worse.

“Okay”, Shou said calmly. “Thanks for telling us, Jun. We appreciate the trust you put in us. Of course, we will support you.”

Jun was surprised by his mature response. It sounded exactly like the kind of thing you would want for a reaction.

“Woah, that’s big news”, Yutaka said and ran his hand through his hair, which made it stick up in all directions. “Congrats, man.”

Jun sensed his shoulders slumping down. It felt like a physical weight had been lifted off him. Deep down, he had been scared of his bandmates rejecting him. But even if he had assumed they wouldn’t be hateful, he had been sure they would be awkward about it and make the whole situation uncomfortable by not knowing what to reply. However, both Shou and Yutaka seemed slightly surprised but very much at ease and genuinely happy for him.

Hesitantly, Jun turned to Kenji.

“Oh my god, Jun!”, he said. “I can’t believe this. It’s such a surprise! I’d never have seen this coming. I’m stumped!” He was emphasizing every word like a very bad actor at a school play.

“Kenji?”, Jun asked quietly.

“You? Gay? I mean, what?!”, Kenji carried on.

Jun turned his head to look at Yutaka and Shou on the other side of the table.

“Okay, what’s going on?”, he wanted to know.

“Nothing! I’m just surprised!”, Kenji said.

Shou hung his head.

“Kenji”, he said with a quiet sigh.

“Seriously, dude”, Yutaka said aggressively. “We’ve rehearsed it so many times and this is the best you can do?”

“I’m sorry”, Kenji whined.

“Wait, you’ve …?” Jun’s stomach twisted. “You’ve rehearsed this?”

“We just wanted to get it right”, Shou said apologetic. “Make you feel supported and safe.”

Yutaka pointed his thumb at Shou.

“Yeah, he was very troubled and googled how to react to your friend coming out correctly. Obviously, ‘well, duh’ would have been a hurtful reaction.”

“What?”, Jun asked. He didn’t know what else to say. He felt weirdly ambushed and all the relief from earlier was gone. He had prepared for this moment so much and somehow his bandmates didn’t seem to treat it very seriously.

“Hey, Jun”, Shou said and put his hand on the table as if he wanted to reach out to Jun but didn’t dare to touch him without permission. “We wanted to be prepared just in case, because we really care for you. I know it took courage to tell us, even if we kind of figured.”

His voice was warm and gentle and it nearly made the tears well up in Jun’s eyes.

“So, it’s …”, Jun broke off, because his voice cracked. “It’s not a problem for you?”

“Honestly, Jun, I thought you were openly gay when I hired you”, Shou confessed and smiled awkwardly. “It never occurred as a problem to me.”

Jun nodded shyly and looked over at Yutaka.

Yutaka held up his open palms as if he wanted to defend himself.

“Don’t look at me, I also thought you were gay right away.”

Jun made a face. It felt ridiculous that he himself had needed so long to figure it out. He felt slightly upset that his bandmates supposedly knew him better than he knew himself, but then, it was sort of comforting to know they had accepted him for who he was, before he had been able to even accept himself.

“Seriously, Jun”, Kenji said. He sounded genuinely cheerful and less stressed now that he could talk openly. “I’m happy for you. You deserve to be yourself.”

Jun smiled down on the table plate.

“Thank you, guys”, he said quietly. “Thanks for only being moderately weird about it.”

“It’s still cool to make gay jokes though, right?”, Yutaka asked.

Jun rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting you to turn into a better person all of a sudden.”

“So, you won’t be bothered by us pretending to be gay on stage?”, Shou made sure and gestured among the four of them.

It made Jun smile, because it was very typical of Shou to worry about something like that. It was also like Yutaka to be rude about it, but at least he had tried. All of them were better than Jun had been willing to give them credit for.

“It won’t be any weirder than before”, Jun said and shrugged.

Shou made a troubled face. Even his cheeks wrinkled up when he did.

“And are you planning to … you know, make it public?” He was clearly uncomfortable now and obviously addressed it only, because he felt it was his duty as their bandleader.

Jun sucked on his lower lip. He had thought about it, but he hadn’t reached a conclusion yet.

“I’m not sure”, he admitted. “On the one hand, I feel like it would be great to function as a role model for fans who are struggling with their sexuality. But then, I’m not sure if it’s worth the hassle. And I’m not sure I’m ready for it yet.”

Just telling his bandmates had been scary already and he didn’t feel prepared to step out into the spotlight.

“Alright, take your time to think about it”, Shou said. “Just whatever you want to do, I promise it won’t affect your place in the band.”

Jun nodded and his eyes did get teary now.

“Thanks”, he said. Usually, the words seemed to spill from his lips even when he tried to hold them back, but today, he felt exhausted, as if the words already spoken had been so heavy, that they counted for a hundred words each.

There was a moment of silence and Jun wondered, if they were just going to order food now and eat as if nothing had happened, while to him, it felt as if he had just disarmed a potential bomb.

“On to the important things”, Yutaka said and slapped the table. “Now that you are gay, which one of us is the cutest?”

All Jun could do was roll his eyes again visibly. At least it kept him from outright crying.

“It’s not like I suddenly turned gay overnight”, he said. “Also, I don’t look at any of you that way. You’re like my brothers. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Come on, don’t be a prude! Who of us is the most handsome?”, Yutaka kept nagging.

Jun wanted to be annoyed with him, but it was oddly comforting that Yutaka had to be his regular obnoxious self. It assured him that nothing had changed and that his bandmates would not treat him differently. They might just make fun of him for different reasons now. Though, his sexual orientation had always been pretty high up on the list anyway.

“Well, obviously Kenji is the most handsome member”, Jun said. “But anyone can see that. You don’t need to ask a gay man for that.”

“He’s got a point there”, Shou agreed and nudged Yutaka in the shoulder.

“Fair enough”, Yutaka said and nodded as if the matter had been settled with that.

“You guys, stop it”, Kenji said and laughed embarrassedly. Jun had always liked that about Kenji; that he was able to accept compliments without questioning them and yet never let them get to his head.

“Don’t take it the wrong way though”, Jun mumbled and looked down.

He was scared of blushing, although he hadn’t stated anything he hadn’t said before. Everyone knew that Kenji was handsome and of course, Jun enjoyed looking at him. But he was also very aware, that it was Kenji he was looking at each time. And Kenji was too gentle and too sweet and too easy to talk to and too caring and funny and kind to ever look at him objectifying. He would never fantasize about having sex with Kenji, because whoever got to have sex with Kenji would automatically want to hold his hand as well and play with his hair when he was sleepy and make soup for him when he was sick and be there for him always. He was too good to want anything less with him.

“Of course”, Kenji said and a quick glance told Jun that he was looking over at Shou and Yutaka somewhat helplessly. Jun hoped he hadn’t made him uncomfortable.

“And that was all you asked us here for today?”, Yutaka asked loudly. “No offense, but you could have posted that in the group chat, you know.”

Jun didn’t believe he meant it, but it was just like Yutaka to complain before they had even ordered.

“If that was all, I think I’m actually going home. I’m not hungry anyway.”

Jun raised his eyebrows at Yutaka. It was him who had suggested the place after all and not being hungry seemed pretty out of character as well.

“Right”, Shou said. “I also have this thing. Very important. Can’t miss it. I better go now as well. Absolutely can’t stay for lunch.”

“I bare my soul to you and you just leave right after?”, Jun made sure.

“I’ll stay”, Kenji said hastily and finally, Jun figured what was going on.

“Oh, alright”, he agreed and watched Yutaka and Shou get up. “See you at work then.”

“I guess, I should …” Kenji gestured to the seats opposite to them.

“Yeah”, Jun agreed. “Sure.”

Kenji got up and sat down at the other side of the table where Shou had sat before. He took up the menu and stared down on it, as if he had really just stayed to eat something.

Jun took the chance to study his face. Kenji’s dark hair was tied up in a bun and his features were very sharp and even. Up close you could see the small lines on his face, that were the only sign betraying his age at all. They didn’t make him look worn though, just added to his overall appeal.

Jun had always been attracted to handsome men, but Kenji had never fallen into that category for him. People like Jun Matsumoto were almost fairytale like creatures to him, that existed in an entirely different realm where they didn’t notice common people like himself. But Kenji had always been very real to him. He had wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and he had a smell - of aftershave in the morning and of face paint during shootings and of sweat right after their concerts. And he had a very loud laughter and he felt warm when Jun wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and his fingertips were usually calloused. And his presence never made Jun nervous but always calmed him down.

“Listen, Jun”, Kenji said and finally put down the menu. “I’m sorry about my reaction just now. I didn’t mean to be rude or to ruin the moment. You know I’m not very good with stressful situations.”

Jun thought that it was surprisingly considerate of Shou and Yutaka to leave just so Kenji could apologize.

“Why were you stressed, though?”, Jun asked, suddenly worried that his outing had made Kenji uncomfortable, because against all odds, he was bothered by Jun’s sexuality.

“I just wanted to get it right”, Kenji said. “I know this was hard for you, so I wanted to be as supportive as possible. And Shou and Yutaka told me over and over again to act surprised, so it would be your moment and your time to let us know, you know?”

Jun smirked and nodded. He was pretty sure that they hadn’t come up with that themselves. It sounded like advice Shou had most likely found on the internet.

“I really appreciate how much thought you guys put into it”, he said. “I do feel supported by you. It went over a lot better than I anticipated.”

He wouldn’t have admitted that in front of Shou and Yutaka, but with Kenji, it was easy to say it out loud. Jun had always felt the closest to him.

“Yutaka is probably mad at me, though”, Kenji said. “He really did make me practice.”

Jun chuckled. The idea of his bandmates rehearsing his coming out in a roleplay was pretty hilarious once he stopped to think about it.

“I thought it was a stupid idea to act surprised, though”, Kenji carried on. “It’s just, that I wouldn’t have been surprised regardless of who came out to me.”

Jun studied Kenji’s face closely. It was indeed hard to imagine him being scandalized by a coming out or judging another person based on their preference in a partner. Kenji wasn’t a very judgemental person.

“I never viewed sexuality as something so rigid”, Kenji explained. “You just happen to like someone, but it’s always because you get along well with them. And sometimes you get along well with women and sometimes with men, and maybe you only ever met women you liked and some day you meet one man and that’s okay too. I just always felt like there are more relevant criteria for liking someone than their gender.”

Slowly, Jun nodded. He couldn’t help wonder, if Kenji just viewed other people like that and it didn’t matter to him whom his friends dated, or if it was how he himself felt. He didn’t dare to ask though, if Kenji himself had ever happened to like another man before or if he was at least open to the possibility.

“That sounds nice”, Jun said and he really meant it. It was comforting to know that in Kenji’s eyes, you could always change and evolve without becoming invalid.

“How did you realize you’re …?” Kenji broke off. “I mean, what made you decide to tell us now? I don’t know how to put this.”

“Well, I didn’t wake up one morning and knew I was gay. It was more of a gradual process. And I just came to accept it now. I thought it would be good to tell you while there are no tour dates coming up and we could avoid each other in case things got ugly.”

“You should have known no one was going to judge you”, Kenji said softly.

“It’s hard to shake the fear anyway. Not so much of being insulted and kicked out of the band, but of you guys viewing me differently. Like, maybe you’ll feel uncomfortable getting naked in front of me from now on or something. I was scared of things changing. I still am.”

Once again, Jun realized how easy it was to confine in Kenji. He trusted him like no one else.

“I can assure you, there is absolutely nothing that could make me uncomfortable getting naked in front of anyone”, Kenji declared with such passion, that Jun couldn’t help snorting with laughter. He believed him though.

“Thanks, Kenji”, he said. He was still astonished by how life just went on and neither him nor his bandmates seemed to have changed.

“So, there is no one?”, Kenji asked and for the first time did he sound hesitant.

It took Jun a moment to understand the question.

“You mean, someone to cause my gay awakening? Some guy that swept me off my feet? No, nothing like that. It was more of an internal process. I’m not seeing anyone, in case you think that’s why I told you now. There have been crushes of course, that make a whole lot more sense in hindsight, now that I can see them for what they really were. And meetings with one guy, that looking back must have been dates without me being able to admit it. But nothing serious. I wasn’t ready for it yet.”

“And now?”, Kenji wanted to know.

Jun shrugged. The conversation was starting to make him queasy.

“Of course, I want to date. Or really just …” Jun wondered if it was okay to speak explicitly, but then, it was just Kenji. “Or just make out with a hot guy now that I can admit that’s what I want. But I’ve never been the most social person and I don’t see myself going out to gay bars to find someone to hook up with. For me, the most important thing is openly living as myself from now on. We’ll see what else happens.”

“You know, I’m widely considered to be a hot guy”, Kenji pointed out and laughed. Even when his laughter was so clearly embarrassed, it was still loud. “I know, you said we’re like brothers to you. But if you ever change your mind and want to gather some experience, then I’d be here for it.”

“That’s a very generous offer”, Jun said and tried to sound sarcastic in case Kenji was joking, but not too sarcastic in case he was just trying to be nice. “A little weird though. I don’t need a pity make-out session.”

“I didn’t mean it like that”, Kenji said gently. “But I told you, to me it only matters that you like a person. And I’ve always really liked you, Junjun. I just thought you should know.”

“Oh, okay”, Jun mumbled. He had no idea what that was supposed to mean. He wished Kenji would have been clearer. Was that meant as a confession? Or did it just mean that Kenji wasn’t physically appalled by him? The idea that Kenji might actually be in love with him seemed so absurd, that Jun assumed he just took being friendly to someone he cared about a little too far.

“So, if you ever want to spend the night, you can give me a call”, Kenji clarified and Jun thought that the offer sounded very casual indeed.

He cleared his throat.

“I don’t think that would work”, he said apologetic. “You’re just not the type of guy you call for the night.”

Kenji looked down on himself and for a moment, it seemed almost comical as if he was checking if he was suddenly caught in a less attractive body.

“It’s pretty much what people do, though”, Kenji said and briefly, Jun saw the insecurity in his eyes. He saw the genuine confusion what anyone could want with him otherwise, and the hurt that came from always being a fairytale creature to people and never real.

“You’re the type of guy you invite for dinner”, Jun clarified. “The type of guy you rent movies with and whom you make breakfast in the morning. The type of guy you take to meet your parents and whom you give keys to your apartment. You’re the type of guy where you do everything to get it right if you are lucky enough to have a chance.”

He hadn’t meant to say all that, to give away that much of how he felt. But the thought of anyone treating Kenji any different made him furious.

Kenji didn’t look taken aback though. His sharp features looked very soft all of a sudden and his eyes shone wetly. Kenji’s emotional face was as open and honest as his happy expression.

He put his hand onto the table between them with his palm up. Jun studied his hand for a moment, before he carefully reached out to put his own into it. Just a few months ago, he wouldn’t have dared to do something like that in a public space. But he had come here today to finally be open about who he was and what he wanted. And it felt freeing, but it was more than that. He had never dared to believe that if he just accepted himself, he could one day be this happy.

“Alright”, Kenji said softly. “How about we start with dinner then?”

His fingertips still felt slightly calloused, and very real.

[lush-lavenders]

❀Lay Off❀

Harry Potter x Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Y/N often gets mad fun of, just because of the house she belongs to. Harry, her new boyfriend, gets fed up one day and confronts the bully.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: I don’t mean any Hufflepuff hate for this fic! I am a proud Hufflepuff, and wrote it cause I feel a lot of people really do hate on them. But anyways, I hope you enjoy it! (I don’t think this is my best work, but here it is anyways.)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: British Cursing, Bullying, Fluff

!I don’t own this gif!

“Miss L/N, have you finished yet?” Snape asked, only interested in finally ending his class. It would have been just about over 10 minutes ago, if you had turned in your paper and didn’t zone out.

You snapped out of your thoughts, blushing with embarrassment. “Yes, of course, Professor.” You grabbed your paper and stood up, walking it over to him.

You could hear a couple Slytherins snickering. They made you want to shrink to the size of an ant. Which is something they probably would love to do to you.

Snape took the paper from you, quite aggressively you might add. “Now that I have all your essays, you may be dismissed.”

You went back to your table, collecting all your papers, books, and quill.

Draco Malfoy’s voice loudly made its way over to you. “Finally. I’m not surprised we had to wait for some Hufflepuff.” His pals laughed along with him.

You just shook your head to yourself and quickly rushed to the hallways.

“Y/N!” A voice called out from behind you. You slowed down to see Harry and Hermione heading your way.

You bit your lip slightly, holding your books close to your chest. “Sorry about keeping up the class.” She muttered, Draco’s words ringing in her head.

Hermione shook her head. “It’s quite alright. Ron would have done it if he could wake up on time for some classes.”

You gave them a small smile, not being able to muster up anything more. “Well, I have to get to Charms. I’ll see you guys later.” You waved a little before turning and walking away. 

You heard two sets of footprints, but only one was getting quieter. The other one landed right next to you. “Hey, Y/N.”

You looked to see Harry walking beside you. “Hi, Harry. Is something a matter?” You tilted your head a little. You knew he was supposed to be going to class with Hermione, so you didn’t understand why he was going with you.

He shook his head. “No, no. I just wanted to know what you were doing after class?”

You thought for a moment. “Well, we have study hall next… And Oscar needs me to help him out with a potion… Oh, and I need to finish my paper for Transfigurations, or else Professor McGonagall will have my head…” She rambled on, tapping her books lightly. “But after all that I should be free.” You didn’t realize you were looking down as you spoke, so you quickly looked up at Harry.

He chuckled a little. He always found your rambling quite cute, which was something you couldn’t figure out. “Well, after you finish all that, I’ll be Hermione and Ron. Come get me, I have something I want to show you.”

You smiled, a genuine soft smile. “I can’t wait.”

Harry and you had been dating for a couple months now. While it was a little awkward at first, you two slowly became more comfortable around one another.

He kissed your cheek before turning around and walking to his class. You watched him for a moment before rushing off to class.

----

You smiled as you finished your paper, slipping it into the cover of one of your books. You then collected your books and stood up.

Oscar sat in the spot that was next to you. “Going to see your Gryffindor?”

You rolled your eyes a little with a giggle. “I’ll see you later, Osc.”

You started to make your way over to the Gryffindor table when your favorite Slytherin stepped right in front of you.

“Going somewhere, L/N?” 

You sigh a little and try to step around him, but his goons basically surround you. “Please just leave me alone, Draco.”

He laughed. “Aren’t Hufflepuffs supposed to be kind and caring?” He asked in a mocking tone.

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but he just cuts you off. “No, sorry. I’m wrong. Hufflepuffs are just the kids who aren’t any special. They’re the house of rejects.”

That hit you kind of hard. Sure, you weren’t the smartest, or bravest, or most cunning, but you were still a good person. At least you tried to be 99% of the time. You didn’t feel like a reject.

“What? Is the little puppy sad?” He laughed. You didn’t realize it until he spoke, but you were on the verge of tears.

Harry came up behind Draco and turned him around. “What do you think you're doing?”

The only thing you heard was him say, “Potter,” before you quickly made your leave. You didn’t want Harry to see how much the Slytherin’s words got to you.

You ducked into the girls bathroom and quickly hid in a stall. You sat on the toilet with your head in your hands, crying.

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Avoiding Harry was like a child without a cute smile on their face - impossible.

You had a few classes with him, so you made sure for the rest of the day to arrive right before it started and leave as soon as you could. You were surprised at how successful you were. Until now.

It was study hall, again, the time you were dreading. You didn’t know how you were going to avoid him now.

You sat at your house table, keeping your head down and praying with every fiber in your body he didn’t notice you. But what good is praying when you’re up against the Chosen One?

You were reading about a potion you were to do tomorrow in class when a presence sat down beside you. You, at first, thought it might have been Oscar; but when the presence didn’t say anything, you knew he was waiting for you to look at him. Harry was waiting for you to acknowledge his presence.

You just kept reading, pretending like you didn’t know he was there.

“Y/N.” Harry starts, his eyes trained on you.

You shake your head, stopping him. “I don’t want to talk about it, Harry.” You were quiet, but loud enough for just him to hear.

“Well I do.” He sounded as if he was fed up. You didn’t blame him. “How long has he been doing that?”

You shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble, knowing full well that was a lie.

He groaned. “Bloody hell, Y/N. I may not be Ravenclaw, but I’m not stupid.”

The mention of another house made you a little upset. “Sorry I’m not a good judge of character, like one. Or as brave as a Gryffindor to say how I feel. Or as cunning as a Slytherin to hide how I feel. I’m just a bloody Hufflepuff. The only good I do is when something’s wrong with someone else.” You went off. You didn’t mean to go off on Harry, but you couldn’t hold back.

He was completely baffled and caught off guard.

A chuckle was heard from behind, and the two of them turned to see Draco. “Looks like the Snuffleduff finally cracked.”

Harry threw a scold his way. “Shut it, Malfoy.”

You stood and started to gather your books. You couldn’t deal with this again.

He stood up beside you, turning to Draco. “Weren’t you ever raised to hold your tongue?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Oh please, Potter. At least I was actually raised.”

“Watch it.” 

“Or else what?” Draco pushed. “You’re gonna sick your Hufflepuff girlfriend on me? I’m so scared.”

You took a deep breath, turning to face him. “Just leave us alone, Draco.” You were never one to stand up for yourself. But right now, you felt like you were also standing up for Harry.

He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Turning a bitter, are we?”

Harry took a step forward, pushing Draco back a little. “You’re going to have to deal with a lot more than bitterness if you keep this up. So lay off.”

Draco scoffed, pushing Harry back. “Don’t try to sound like my father. Why would anyone ever even listen to you? Especially when you slum it with Hogwarts’ rejects.”

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at him. “Keep running your mouth, Malfoy. I dare you.”

Draco followed his movements. “You better watch who you challenge.”

It was obvious he was about to cast a spell when Snape came up between the two boys, grabbing their heads. “Cut this nonsense out, before I put you both in detention.” He forcibly made the boys look away from each other before pushing them away and walking away just as quick as he came.

Harry sighed and shook his head, fixing his hair a little.

You took his hand without a word, pulling him out of the room. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, but still followed you.

You took him out into the hall before going out to the courtyard. No one was there at this time, which was a little surprising. You were relieved by it, cause then you didn’t need to go around searching for an empty place.

You sat down on one of the benches, and Harry sat right beside you. He looked at you expectantly, which made you a little nervous suddenly.

Fidgeting with the sleeves of your robes, you looked down at your lap. “Thank you…”

“How long has he been saying those things?” He repeats his question from before.

You sigh and shrug. “I don’t know. Since we became friends, maybe?”

You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was kind of upset. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shrugging was a friend of yours. “Why tattle about something that’s true?”

He shook his head, putting a hand under your chin and making you look at him. “That’s not the truth, okay? Nothing about what he says is even close. You are one of the most brilliant girls I’ve ever met. You're genuine and amazing in your own way.”

You felt yourself start to blush. “You’re just saying that…”

“I’m not.” He shakes his head again, holding your hands. “There is not a single other girl I can imagine spending my time with than you.”

You smile, letting yourself finally listen to his words. “I don’t think Hermione would like you saying that.” You said with a giggle.

Harry smiled, happy he finally got through to you. “Then let’s not tell her.”

He started to lean in, and you followed suit. When your lips met, you relaxed fully. You might have been dating for a little while, but this was the first time you ever kissed.

The bliss and pure joy that erupted from it made it clear to you that you would go to war for this boy, and he would go to war for you.

[onceattwice]

TWICE’s Reaction: Sitting In Lap

Request: A twice reaction to their wife getting turned on after the girls sat on their lap pleaseee

A/N: This was really fun to write on haha, thanks for the request :D I ended up writing a small scenario for each member. It turned out super long, hope you guys don’t mind! Tell me whether you guys would prefer shorter or longer ones.

word count: 7,098

IM NAYEON

Twice had recently been given a two-week break off of all promotion work, a reward for all their hard work. Some of the girls had gone travelling, whilst others back home to visit their families. You hadn’t seen Nayeon in so long, despite your secret marriage to her. You would think that you guys would see each other more often but due to JYP’s insistent demands, she still lived in the dorms with her members, and as a result, you had moved into a small apartment near your workplace. Whenever you guys would plan a date, something would come up! There were just too many schedule conflicts, whether it was because you were getting called in for an extra late work shift or because she had to attend an important magazine photoshoot. Needless to say, you guys haven’t seen each other in a while.

You were sitting at home watching your favourite romantic comedy movie and playing with the small ring on your finger. Honestly, you just missed her presence. You had ordered some take-out food for tonight as you had absolutely no plans for leaving the house. When the doorbell rang, you slowly got off of the couch, picked your wallet off of the nearby counter, and went to unlock the door.

“Surprise!” She screamed as soon as the door swung open.

“Nayeon?” To say you were surprised was a huge understatement. “What are you doing here?” By this point, she had her arms wrapped around your torso as she deeply inhaled your scent. God, she missed you. You had yet to reciprocate the hug, but you could tell she hadn’t noticed.

“We got a break and I just really wanted to see you.” Her reply came out muffled as she tried to bury herself deeper and deeper into your neck. You chuckled at her adorable antics before wrapping her into a soft embrace. All you heard was a longing sigh at the gesture.

“Well, I ordered some take-out if you want to stay in?”

“Thank god. I love you but there was absolutely no way I was going to go out tonight.”

Soon after, the delivery boy had arrived and given you two the food. Nayeon had insisted on paying because she claimed to be the “bread-winner” of the house and that she didn’t want your wallet to look like an empty void. The fact that you couldn’t exactly disagree with her made it difficult when trying to argue that you should pay instead. In the end, she had paid.

You sat on the couch with your food sitting on the table, untouched. Why? Because you were currently pouting. Nayeon rolled her eyes before smiling indulgently, “You’re still plenty rich, honey.” A pause. “Just not richer than me.” She cackled as you sunk deeper into the couch. She didn’t know you could sulk even more than you had been before. You glanced over at her figure and saw her amused smile. Huffing, you crossed your arms and refused to acknowledge her presence.

You heard some ruffling on her side, and even though you were curious, you still refused to look over. Turns out, you didn’t even have to. Nayeon appeared in front of you, uncrossed your arms, and sat right in the middle of your lap facing you. “Stop pouting, it makes me want to kiss you senseless,” She whispered breathlessly as she snaked her arms around your neck.

You were suddenly conscious of every breath and every movement. She was pressed up against you, so so close, and you could smell her flowery perfume. You could already feel your face heating up, but you prayed that Nayeon wouldn’t notice. Slowly, as if you were enchanted, your hands found your way to Nayeon’s thighs and rested there. She raised an eyebrow at your wandering hands but otherwise said nothing as she stared curiously into your eyes. You couldn’t help but break eye contact with her as your breaths became slightly more ragged and irregular. You wanted to take her then and there.

She slightly readjusted herself on your lap, creating a slight grinding movement. You let out a deep groan in response. Suddenly, she halted her movements. You could see the tips of her ears turn a slight red, a clear indication that Nayeon was now aware of what you were feeling. She let out a raspy chuckle at this new-found knowledge.

“Mm, does this feel good?” She whispered in your ear before planting small kisses along your neck. You nodded slightly and angled your head to the side, giving her more space to work with. Nayeon continued on for a short while more before leaning up and taking your unsuspecting lips into hers. Without wasting any more time, she prodded her tongue at your lips and slipped it into your mouth. Kissing you felt like absolute heaven to her. A throaty moan escaped her mouth as you separated your lips from hers so that you could catch your breath. She had originally wanted to tease you a little but hadn’t thought that she would end up getting so turned on.

“Take me to your bedroom right now.” She groaned needily. And honestly, who were you to say no.

YOO JEONGYEON

After a long day of work, you had decided to go visit Jeongyeon at their dorms. Usually, significant others were not allowed in the building for fear of a scandal. But since you were a female and also married to Jeongyeon, JYP let it slide. If dispatch managed to catch a photo, they could always play it off as a non-idol friend visiting. Unfair, but alas that was reality. 

Knocking once on the door, you waited patiently to be let in. Surprisingly, Tzuyu was the one who opened the door. She greeted you with a slight bow before informing you that Jeongyeon was in her room. 

“I never said I was here for Jeongyeon,” You stammered indignantly. 

“Sure you’re not,” Tzuyu rolled her eyes playfully before lightly pushing you in the direction of her room. “Just go, she’s waiting!” Before you could refute and defend yourself, Tzuyu had already left the room. 

Sighing slightly at the youngest’s antics, you made your way down the hall to Jeongyeon’s shared room. You could clearly hear her bickering with Momo, something about a messy bed. A small smile stretched upon your face. Yup, same old Jeongyeon. Although on second thought, maybe you should try and save Momo. 

“I’m here!” You announced dramatically as you swung open the room door. Both girls stopped fighting immediately and looked in your direction. Jeongyeon had the decency to look embarrassed whilst Momo just looked relieved. 

“I’m going to go start a V-Live.” That’s all Momo said before she promptly ran out of the room. Jeongyeon looked at you exasperatedly but still patted the area beside her, prompting you to fill that space. You giggled lightly before making your way over to her, which proved to be a difficult task due to all the clothes on the floor. 

“Is it that difficult to hang up her clothes?” You rubbed her back comfortingly as she vented about Momo’s messiness. You couldn’t help but find her adorable at that moment, despite her obvious annoyance. 

“Cut her some slack, that’s just how she is.” You reprimanded her slightly but in a soft and caring tone. She nodded in agreement, although it might have also been a grimace. 

“I suppose so.” 

You two sat in comfortable silence, but you could tell that she was still a little upset over the whole interaction. A couple of ideas ran through your head but eventually, you just settled for physical affection. Leaning over slightly, you grabbed her hips and pulled her into your lap. You cuddled into her back and wrapped your arms around her waist protectively. Usually, Jeongyeon rarely took initiative to sit in your lap but you knew that she always found comfort in that position. 

What you didn't expect, however, was that you would get turned on. You two haven’t seen each other in a while and she was just so close to you. You tried to suppress the urge to start kissing the back of her neck and instead tried to focus on slightly rocking her back and forth. “Feel any better?” 

“Infinitely better, thank you,” She murmured. She relished the feeling of just being in your arms. However, when she turned her neck slightly to look at you, she saw that your cheeks were flushed and you were nibbling lightly on your lips. Of course, she immediately recognized this look. Jeongyeon was extremely amused by this and began to laugh freely. She winked before boldly exclaiming, “Maybe later when the other girls are asleep.”  

HIRAI MOMO

You were on the set of their upcoming MV. You made sure to clear your schedule for the day and even rented out a coffee truck for everyone to use. Although you didn’t tell anyone that it was you who rented it, Sana somehow found out and told everybody. And that’s how you found yourself sitting near the coffee truck, listening to Momo brag to anyone who would listen. 

“Isn’t she just the greatest?” 

“Yes, indeed.” Jihyo agreed in an attempt to satisfy Momo, though she threw you a save-me-please look just for good measure. She ordered another cup of coffee, mouthed a quick thank you, and hurried back on set. Although it’s unclear whether or not it was to escape Momo’s nonstop praising or because the director had called her over to film. Momo could only huff in response but quickly found another victim to interrogate. 

“Hey, Sana!” You watched as she dashed off towards her Japanese friend, who honestly looked a little petrified at her incoming figure. 

Shortly after, the director came up to you and quickly vocalized his thanks in regards to the coffee truck, as well as his congratulations on your marriage. Your eyes grew soft at the mere mention of your marriage. 

“Thank you, sir. She makes me very happy.” You shot him a toothy grin.

“Yes, well, she does tend to have that effect on others,” he answered, then proceeded to glance over in Sana’s direction. “Though perhaps not right at this moment.” You chuckled lightly, agreeing with his observation. 

The kind man soon left to go direct and shoot Chaeyoung’s part. By this point, you had lost track of your overly excited girlfriend. Thus, you resorted to playing games on your phone in a last-ditch effort to appease your evergrowing boredom. However, it didn’t take long for Momo to bounce on over to you. 

“Hi.” She giggled as she shyly dropped herself in your lap. 

“Hi, back.” You lightly probed at her sides, prompting another small giggle to escape. The conversation between the two of you flowed effortlessly and you soon found yourself placing small kisses between her shoulder blades, ones that eventually travelled to her neck. This seemed to backfire though as you admittedly, began to get a little too excited. You could feel an indescribable feeling growing in your stomach now, prompting you to stop before you took it too far. The noise around set had managed to increase, showcasing everyone’s excitement for a lunch break. 

You were still breathing a little heavily when you lightly tapped her thigh, silently communicating that you two should head over as well. However, instead of getting off as you had expected, she whined and refused to move. 

“Momo.” She didn’t respond but instead smoothly turned around so that she was now straddling you. Your eyes widened in surprise as you let out a small squeak. Ridiculously turned on now, you looked her in the eyes, noticing that her eyes had darkened and that she had adopted a look of pure seduction. You could tell that she knew exactly how excited you were to have her in your lap. 

“I want you now.” 

You guys practically ran to her dressing room.  

MINATOZAKI SANA

The sound of your oven’s relentless buzzing resonated through your apartment, signalling that the muffins were finally ready. You hurried on over and excitedly opened the oven door. When you told Sana that you would be off work today, she drove on over and stayed overnight at your house. You checked the time, noting that it was still early in the morning. Sana likely wouldn’t be awake until an hour or two later. You set up a tray and transferred the muffins over so that they could cool down.

Not even a second later, you heard small footsteps coming from down the hall. Groaning in disappointment, you quickly took off your apron and rushed down to meet her by your bedroom door. “Go back inside!” 

“Huh? What, why?” Sana asked, confused as she sleepily rubbed her eyes. She stood there in her bear pyjamas, hair unbrushed and slightly untidy. To you, she looked absolutely adorable. Your lips quirked up at the sight, before giving in to the urge to lean forward to peck her on the lips. She hummed in approval,  wrapped her arms around you and began planting kisses at random spots on your face.  

You chuckled at her clinginess, “Go back inside.” Lightly pushing her off of you, you once again directed her to go back into the room. She pouted but still obeyed your request. 

“But, why?” Her whiny and pouty tone resonated in the bedroom. “Come back to bed so we can cuddle.” 

“It’s a surprise so be patient!” Sana let out a loud and muffled groan before telling you to hurry up and finish so you can come back to cuddle.

You ran back into the kitchen, placed a couple of muffins on a plate, and ran back into your bedroom. “Ta-da!” You presented to her the freshly baked muffins. She gasped in surprise and almost tackled you to the floor had you not stopped her mid-way through. “Don’t even think about it.” 

She pouted once more but happily patted the area beside her, beckoning you to sit beside her. Wasting no time, you quickly walked over and offered her a muffin. Sana eagerly sank her teeth into the fluffy muffin and moaned in delight at the taste. “This is delicious!”

“I’m glad you like them.” Grinning at her obvious enjoyment, you grabbed one for yourself and dug in. 

“Yeah well, I like you better.” Sanake has hit again! You grumbled something about her being greasy but still kissed her cheek for the effort. She responded in kind by giving you multiple cheek kisses back. 

In no time, all the muffins were finished. Both of you wanted to just have a lazy day so Sana suggested watching a movie while cuddling. Of course, you agreed.

Halfway through the movie, she had somehow managed to climb on top of you so that she was sitting in your lap. It was comfortable at first, but Sana seemed to grow restless, frequently moving and shifting on top of you. You were starting to feel turned on by her actions. You patted her thigh, silently telling her to stop. Sana mumbled a quick sorry before stopping. However, not even a minute later, she started to move again. She was started to grow antsier, and as a result, was applying a lot of pressure to your... area. 

“Sana.” You let out a groan, “Stop moving.” Biting your lip, you gripped her waist, hoping to stop her movements. 

“I’m bored!” She stretched out the last syllable, once again producing a very whiney sound. 

“It’s almost finished, I want to know how it ends.” You whispered a quick excuse into her ear and gave her a small kiss on the neck, hoping to calm her down. She nodded slightly, apparently agreeing to stop for now. 

When she started moving again, you really could not stop yourself from lightly bucking upwards. When she felt your reaction, she started to press down harder, hands drawing circles on your thigh. You let out a small moan at her administrations. She swiftly turned around in your lap so that she was now facing you. Sana started to attack your neck with kisses, some of which you knew would leave a mark. Groaning her name, you dipped your hands under her shirt and trailed them up her back. 

“Sana,” you let out a breathless pant, “did you do that on purpose?” 

She giggled slightly, confirming your suspicions. Before you could protest, she captured your lips in a rough kiss and started tugging at the waistband of your sweatpants. “Take these off right now.” 

Needless to say, you guys had an eventful morning. 

PARK JIHYO

Out of all the girls, Jihyo was the most cautious when it came to dating scandals. A couple of the girls, such as Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung, had dated back in their trainee days. It also wasn’t a secret that some of the members were currently looking for a significant other. However, Jihyo was the most secretive when it came to her private life. You two had only recently started dating and Jihyo really did not want to deal with all the drama that came with being an idol that was in a relationship. Not to mention, it could seriously hurt Twice’s reputation as a group. 

As such, you two rarely met up. When you did, dates were mostly limited to inside areas, such as their dorm or your house. It could sometimes put a strain on your relationship, but you understood where she was coming from. At the end of the day, you really could not fault her for trying to protect her career as well as her friends.

This was one of the rare times where JYP had personally invited you to attend one of Twice’s concerts. He knew that Jihyo was stressed about performing in Japan. She was unfamiliar with the culture and language. Being the perfectionist that she is, she just really wanted to make it a memorable concert for Onces. To help relieve some of the stress and tension, JYP proposed flying you over, all expenses covered. 

You were ecstatic to hear this and agreed immediately. So here you were, backstage watching the girls performing on a huge TV monitor. Of course, you would’ve liked to have been in the crowd but JYP said it would be too much hassle to have you run back and forth from the concert hall to the backstage dressing room. 

Twice had just finished performing their new remix of Feel Special. It included a quick solo dance from each member, lasting only a couple of seconds long. The remix ended with a big group dance, featuring around fifty or so backup dancers all dressed in black. The girls, of course, stood out in their sparkly white outfits. It was truly a mesmerizing sight.  

You congratulated each member as they filed into the room. They were panting and still high off of the adrenaline but knew that they had to change quickly for their next performance. You gave Jihyo a quick peck on the lips, wished her good luck, and exited the room to give them some privacy to change. When they came out, you held her hands all the way to the stage lift. She looked extremely tired but still grateful for your presence. 

“Do your best,” you whispered, just loud enough so that she could hear. 

She grinned back with her bright smile. “You better stay for the aftershow dinner!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” And you meant it. 

The show ended in fireworks and tears, mostly from the J-Line. Everyone had split into different cars with Jihyo riding in yours. When everyone had arrived at the dorm, Nayeon immediately started to take orders from the other members. Momo said something about Jokbal but you weren��t paying too much attention. 

Jihyo looked exhausted. You walked over to the couch she was sitting on and plopped down beside her. “How’re you holding up, God Jihyo?” She let out a hearty laugh in response.

“Honestly? So much better since you’re here.” You blushed slightly at the comment and silently pulled her into your lap. 

“Oh shush.” 

You wrapped your arms around her torso and pulled her in close. She hummed in approval, relaxing slightly. It wasn’t anything she did, to be honest. Rather, it was just her presence in general. You two hadn’t seen each other much lately, as she’s been extremely busy with promotions. Despite your best efforts not to, you started to feel a little dizzy and breathless. It felt like there was an ingot of lead in your stomach, and as a result, your hands began to wander a little. 

She turned her head slightly to make eye contact with you, her eyebrows slightly raised. You shrugged sheepishly. Jihyo shakes her head slightly, a little amused and a little surprised that she could have this kind of effect on you even when she's not doing anything. 

She rubbed small circles on your arms and leaned back a little to whisper, “Come meet me in my room when we finish dinner.” Jihyo threw you a small shy smile but soon got off to go help organize the chaotic mess that the girls made in the kitchen. 

Let’s just say that you were extremely glad to have attended their celebratory dinner. 

MINARI MINA 

Despite what everyone else thought, you really didn’t mind the silence that came with dating Mina. You actually rather liked the silence. It was comfortable and not at all awkward. Maybe it’s because you’re a rather mature individual and don’t find pleasure in small talk. Either way, Mina’s quiet nature is what initially drew you to her and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You were on a midnight stroll back home after your dinner date. A nice and comforting feeling enveloped the both of you. The street was lit up by yellow lights, glowing above the crown of your heads. It almost acted like a lighthouse, leading you home. Mina grabbed your hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. Swinging your arms slightly, you asked if she was okay. She nodded and that was all that was said before you guys arrived at your shared apartment door.  

After unlocking the door, you both proceeded to change out of your date clothes in favour of more comfy ones. She came out dressed in an oversized white graphic tee and grey sweatpants. You looked down and noticed that she also wore big penguin slippers. You raised an eyebrow at the sight, rather amused with her outfit. 

She shrugged and answered, “A fan gave them to me and my manager let me keep them.” You mouthed a small okay before telling her to settle down on the couch. 

When you came back out, you noticed she had buried herself under a pile of blankets. You thought she was cold, so on your way over, you sneakily turned up your heater. This was your new life. A domestic life with the one and only Mina. You have no idea what you did to deserve this but hell you’ll take it.

Settling in beside her, you stole some of her blankets, earning a small pout from Mina. Grinning mischievously, you began to tease her by taking all of the blankets away from her. She made a small noise of protest before giving up and just jumping on top of you. You don’t know how it happened but at some point, Mina managed to slip under them. 

You were both laying down, you on the bottom and her lying on top of you. She wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face into your chest. Not knowing what to do from here, you pulled out your phone and began to scroll through your feed. Whenever you found something that you found even remotely entertaining, you would flash the screen at Mina’s face. At first, she would squint due to the unnaturally bright light, but then a small smile would spread across her face. She would then nod before returning to her original position. Honestly, you just liked seeing her smile.

Looking at the time, you noticed it was already 1:32 am and she had another photoshoot to attend to the next morning. You lightly nudged her, prompting her to look up at you. “We should go to bed, Mina.” 

She looks up at the clock hanging on your wall before letting out a small ‘ah’. “I was wondering why I was starting to feel sleepy.” 

You chuckled in response as she slowly got up and off of you. She made her way to the bathroom to wash up whilst you went to your shared bedroom. 

You were sitting on your bed, again looking through funny videos, waiting for her to finish. When she came back out, she immediately walked over and plopped down in your lap. You let out a small ‘oof’, more so due to surprise than her actual weight. Mina stayed in that position and refused to move, much to your confusion. 

“Someone’s clingy today.” You joked. She only nodded and smiled in response. 

“I just missed you is all.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of her saying that. Mumbling a quick, “I missed you too.”, you decided to put down your phone so that you could focus all your attention on Mina. She wrapped her arms around your neck and placed a small feather-like kiss on your jaw. 

Against your own will, your body began to feel excited. You hugged her close and went in for a short kiss. You lightly nibbled on her bottom lip, eliciting a small breathless moan to escape. Growing more eager, you deepened the kiss and slipped your tongue past her lips. Mina eventually slowed the kiss down, pulling away but leaving a small peck on your lips to signal the end. 

When you opened your eyes, her face was flushed and her lips slightly bruised. She ran her fingers through her hair, an attempt to clear her foggy mind. “Tomorrow. I just want to cuddle tonight.” Her eyes darted away from yours in hopes of avoiding your lustful gaze. You nodded in agreement but tugged her closer so that she could bury her face in your neck again. 

You remind yourself to tell her that you love her tomorrow.   

KIM DAHYUN

“What’s the plan for today?” You rocked on your feet, excited for the date that Dahyun had spent the entire day hinting towards.

“It’s a surprise!” She looked at you, eyes sparkling with amusement. Grabbing your hands, she started leading you towards her manager’s black van. She playfully opened the door and held it open for you, bowing dramatically in the process. 

“Why, thank you!” You said in a haughty tone, deciding to play along with her. She quickly tumbled into the car after you and made sure that you were both strapped in before telling her manager to ‘hit the gas’.

The conversation flowed naturally between the two of you. Dahyun had an unexplainable aura to her, something about her just made you comfortable. Dahyun truly was a ball of sunshine, one that sometimes shines so bright you could barely see anything else. Loving her came just as easy as breathing. She would often joke around about the most random things. You often wondered what the inside of her brain would look like. You often wondered many things about Dahyun. 

She’s a mystery that you could spend the rest of your life, solving. 

Soon enough, you guys had arrived at the beach. You swear you could feel your insides melting. You spent the entire week complaining about how much you missed the ocean. Grinning cheekily, you exclaimed, “So you do listen to me!” 

She blushed lightly, smacking you in the arm in retaliation. “Oh, shut it. Now help me unpack!” 

Rushing to the back of the van, you opened the trunk to find a variety of stored items. There was a small picnic basket, a couple of beach towels, and a backpack, likely packed with items such as sunscreen or water. “Dahyun, how long did this take to prepare?” You asked in amazement. 

You could tell she was pretty proud of herself. “Not too long, don’t worry.” You figured she was probably lying so that you wouldn’t feel guilty. Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, you grabbed a couple of items and ran off to the beach. 

“Last one there has to set everything up!” Laughter trailed behind you, following closely. You heard a vague ‘unfair’ being yelled but didn’t turn around to check. 

Dahyun, of course, was last to the beach but you still assisted in setting up. When it was time to apply the sunscreen, Dahyun wiggled her eyebrows at you as one of her hands crept up your thigh. You rolled your eyes playfully and swatted the wandering hand away. She groaned in disappointment, but her grin never left her face. 

You didn’t spend too long in the water. After a round of trying to sink the other person, quite dangerous now that you think about it, you two trudged out of the water and back onto your beach blanket. You nudged her, eager to see what was inside of the picnic basket. 

She dramatically opened the lid with a small ‘ta-da’. Inside was a small container of fruit and pastries, and another small box that presumably contained your lunches. You two spent the rest of the afternoon joking around and munching on the food that Dahyun brought. 

Content and full, Dahyun mumbled something about exploding before she plopped herself down in your lap. Her hair carried the scent of the sea but also a hint of her signature lavender shampoo. You were honestly pretty drained from playing in the water but still felt a little excited from the skinship. She was wearing a dark red two-piece, something that she said she had only recently bought. Usually, she only wore baggy shirts or one-pieces. 

However, with her soft skin pressed against yours, you began to feel a little heated. She only noticed because your hands had begun to draw small circles on her stomach. “We’re in public,” she whispered. You hummed in contemplation but didn’t stop your administrations. 

Soon, you had begun to place small but intense kisses on her neck, some of which would definitely leave a mark. By now, Dahyun was blushing intensely but made no effort to stop you. You peeked up at her face, noticing that she was biting down on her bottom lip quite hard. 

“There’s a hotel nearby...” You trailed off, hoping that Dahyun would catch onto what you were suggesting. She gave you a jerky nod and quickly began packing up. You laughed at her eagerness but truth be told, you weren’t faring so well either. 

“We should come to the beach more often,” she mumbled quietly. 

You definitely agreed.

SON CHAEYOUNG

Seriously, what would you do without her? You were lying in bed, slightly sick with a cold. When Chaeyoung found out, she refused to let you go to work, regardless of how much you insisted on being fine. She immediately set up camp at your house and told you that she was going to be your ‘caretaker’ for the day. You snorted at that, earning a small smack to the arm. 

“Chae, no offence but you’re going to burn down the kitchen.” 

“I can buy you a new one.” She waved her hand dismissively as she pulled out some vegetables from her bag. You sputtered in confusion, trying to communicate that she couldn’t just order a whole kitchen. 

“Watch me,” she challenged with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow. Admittedly, it was an adorable sight but you would never tell her that. Mostly because it was due to her small height. She would always pout whenever you mentioned her height, which again, was adorable. You smiled at the sight and decided to just let the girl do her thing. 

“Okay,” You chuckled, “But I quite like my kitchen so please be careful.” She huffed in response, spun on her heel and headed towards the kitchen with an armful of various vegetables. You sighed, noticing that you indeed were a little exhausted. 

“I’ll just close my eyes for a few minutes.” You mumbled drowsily. Before you knew it, you had closed your eyes and fallen asleep. 

When you woke up, it was to your fire alarm. Startled, you jumped out of bed, and ran out of your bedroom to go check for a fire. Your heart was pounding and your only thought was to grab Chaeyoung so that you could haul her out of the apartment. A little unreasonable, yes, but it was your first instinct to danger. 

When you slid into the kitchen, you noticed a huge cloud of smoke floating above. Coughing a little, you blindly called out for Chaeyoung. You heard a small response from the living room. You rushed on over and screamed, “We need to get out of here! It’s burning up!” 

When you finally found her, she was situated by the windows, opening them one by one. You looked at her in bewilderment. Laughter rang throughout the room, as Chaeyoung continued to open the windows. “There’s no fire, I just burnt... more than a couple of dishes. All we have to do is air out the room, I promise.” 

You sighed in slight annoyance. Plopping down on the leather couch, you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I think I have a headache.” She laughed at how dramatic she thought you were being, (you really did have a headache though), before dropping herself right into your lap. 

Wrapping her arms around your neck, she mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You could feel a small smile growing so you planted a kiss on her cheek. Honestly, you could never stay mad at Chaeyoung. Not to mention, it would be a funny memory to look back on in a couple of years. You two sat there, content with just waiting for the smoke to file out your window. 

Although sitting there with her wrapped so tightly around you, you couldn’t help but feel a little hot under the collar. She perked up a little, noticing that you were breathing a little heavier. “Are you burning up?” She placed her hand overtop of your forehead, all while you did your best to avoid her gaze. 

When she finally took the time to observe your face, she noticed how flushed you had become. However, there was one telltale sign that always gave away when you were turned on: you were biting your lip. She smirked a little, brainstorming a myriad of ways to tease you. Finally settling on playing dumb, she continued to fuss over you, citing stereotypical questions such as: Do you need to lie down? How can I help? 

You spent an awfully long time observing your carpet and just robotically nodding along to her questions. She eventually rolled her eyes, placed a finger on your chin, and tilted it slightly up and to the right so that you would be looking at her. “You’re so boring.” That was all she said before she smashed her lips onto yours. At first, you were surprised but you quickly began to kiss back in fervour. 

She moaned slightly at the way your lips merged together. You were an extremely skilled kisser and she would almost always get turned on from your make-outs. Your tongue slipped into her mouth, slightly massaging the roof of her mouth before pulling back. She didn’t even realize when it happened, but she had started to lightly grind on you. Sucking on your tongue, she pulled away with a pop. Her eyes were darkened and almost glazed over. Without a word, she got off, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you back to the bedroom. 

The next day, you received a letter from your neighbour that read: Please close your windows. Sound travels. 

CHOU TZUYU

Tzuyu had a very pure and innocent outlook on a lot of things. Perhaps it was because she was still pretty young. Still, you couldn’t help but be surprised whenever she said or did something naive. It was one of the things that you liked most about her though, and you secretly hoped that she would always stay that way. However, it did make for a very awkward conversation when you sometimes had to explain things to her. 

She’s never really liked PDA, so you guys always held back in public until you reached the dorms. Even then, she would only become comfortable enough to cuddle with you when you guys were alone in her room. 

You were riding in the manager’s black van back to the dorms. Twice had just finished performing a show and was absolutely exhausted. When you guys arrived, Tzuyu immediately pulled you towards her room, mumbling a quick ‘goodnight’ to the other girls. They replied similarly and each went to their own rooms. 

Tzuyu was actually the only member that did not have a roommate, not because the other girls didn’t want to room with her, but rather because out of all of them, Tzuyu would likely appreciate it the most. Partly because you would sometimes come over and stay the night, and also partly because she liked the peacefulness and silence that came with rooming alone. 

Whenever you were over, you made sure to respect her space and let her do her own thing. When she was done, she would almost always cling to you. Tzuyu was actually quite affectionate, much to your own surprise.

You remember mentioning that fact to her a couple of months ago. She stared blankly back at you and you could practically see all her thoughts running through her brain. However, all she did was shrug and melt back into your arms, leaving the question unanswered. You assumed she wasn’t going to say anything so you pulled out your phone to scroll through your social media, but you heard her mumble almost inaudibly: “Only because you’re special.” 

Tonight was pretty normal. You guys had developed a routine. You would wait for her on the bed whilst she showered and changed. Then you guys would switch, and you would go shower. When all of that was said and done, Tzuyu would poke you until you gave in and cuddled with her. 

However, tonight instead of cuddling, she sat right in your lap before you could lie down. You wrapped your arms around her midriff in an attempt to balance her. “What’re you doing?” 

“Let’s just sit and talk for a while before going to bed.” Tzuyu was picking the lint off of her pyjamas, avoiding eye contact with you. You raised an eyebrow at this but readily complied with her demands. 

You waited for her to talk first, but you were getting a little restless in the meantime. She kept shifting, and unknowingly rubbing on your...area. You flushed a bright red and thanked the gods that she wasn’t looking at you. 

“I made a lot of mistakes tonight.” She finally whispered. You immediately paused, confused because you personally hadn’t seen any mistakes. “I wasn’t as energetic as I could have been and I think fans saw that.” She elaborated for you. 

You let out a small ‘ah’. You’ve learned that in times like these, it was just best to stay silent. Most of the time, Tzuyu just needed to let it out. You could try and reassure her but you’ve come to realize that she has her own expectations for herself, ones that will differ from yours. It’s always easier to notice your own little flaws. You rocked her slightly back and forth, trying to bring a little bit of comfort to her. That brought about an unexpected action: more rubbing. You stifled a groan and tried your best to push those thoughts away. 

She finally sighed, signalling the end to her overthinking. She turned back slightly to smile at you and thank you, but she noticed that your cheeks were a little redder than normal. She immediately started to panic, thinking that you had a fever. Tzuyu jumped off your lap, much to your dismay, and went out to grab a thermometer. What could you do though? She ran out before you could say a thing. You rubbed your face, silently wishing the redness to go away. 

When she returned, you noticed that she had also grabbed a glass of water, some pills, and a blanket for you. Feeling a little silly, you said, “Wait, I’m not sick. Just let me explain.” 

She looked adorably confused now. Still not completely believing you though, she placed the items on the nightstand beside the bed and waited patiently for you to explain. 

Your blush had travelled all the way down your neck when you were explaining. Looking up to check her reaction, you could see that Tzuyu had basically the same reaction as you. She stammered a little, unsure of what to say. You grinned at her nervousness but reassured that you guys did not have to do anything tonight. Sometimes you just could not control how your body reacted to her. 

She nodded, still a little hesitant, but crawled over to you and quietly asked for cuddles. You nodded and happily complied. Just as you were starting to fall asleep though, you heard her mumble something. Straining to hear her, you asked her to repeat it again. Tzuyu cleared her throat and then tried again. 

“I said, the girls will be out all day tomorrow.” You tilted your head in confusion. 

“What?” 

She rolled her eyes at you, a little amused by your obliviousness. She ran a finger down your stomach, trailing dangerously close to your core but still managing to avoid it. You gasped at the action, a little turned on again. 

“Tomorrow.” You gulped at the suggestive tone that she had adopted but quickly nodded before she changed her mind. She let out a satisfied hum at your response.

Perhaps she isn’t as innocent as you thought she was. 

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Untouchable Ch 19: True Night (S3E10)

Warnings: murder, swearing, graphic injuries, mentions of psychotic break, gang references

Ch 18 | Ch 20

~ ~ ~

“No!” Lydia exclaimed, trying to push Spencer’s hand out of the direction of the cashier. They’d decided to go out to lunch together on his day off. Lydia had just passed her gun qualifications test, which meant that soon enough she’d be back in the field and Spencer wanted to celebrate. “You can’t pay again!”

“You just finished graduate school and I work a fulltime job,” he argued. “I’m paying.”

The woman behind the counter laughed slightly and grabbed Spencer’s credit card before Lydia could push it aside again. “I gotta agree with him, hun. Little things like lunches add up when you’re trying to pay off student debt.”

“But what of my ‘Spencer’ debt?” she replied.

The woman just giggled. “You two are adorable, if you don’t mind me saying.”

Lydia smiled at her and ran off to find a table, leaving Spencer to mumble an awkward ‘thank you’ before following her. He wanted to appreciate the compliment more, but it threw him for a loop. He’d recently been thinking a lot about how he and Lydia acted around others and, more importantly, the team.

Spencer never imagined being a part of such a strong relationship. He’d never thought he’d be so comfortable with another person that they’d tease each other at a cafe or that strangers would find their behavior adorable. And after his first date with Lydia, he knew he’d do anything to get to this point.

Not telling the team was an attempt to protect his fragile heart. It had already gone against his common sense by falling for Lydia in the first place. But now… he loved her so much. He would let her break his heart into a million pieces, then leave it on the floor for the team to step on as they walked past. He would happily let the whole world know if it meant he could hold her hand on the jet. He might even consider letting the Bureau fire him for keeping secrets from them, just so long as the two of them were together.

But was it fair to ask of her? After she spent so long protecting their secret for his sake?

“What’s up, Spencer?” Lydia asked. He’d just reached the table, but had yet to sit down with her, instead looking out the window with unwavering concentration.

“Hm…?” he responded, still not processing her concern, so she grabbed one of his hands and pulled him into his seat.

“Tell me what’s got you distracted,” she demanded.

His eyes went from the window, to her, to the window again, trying to make up his mind.

“I can’t stand this secrecy thing!” he finally blurted out. “I thought it’d be fine because I’m a great liar and- Why are you laughing?!”

She tried to hide her smile behind her hand, but it wasn’t exactly easy to play off a laugh. “Sorry. I just think you’re so modest,” she replied, sarcastically. “Please, continue though. You’re a ‘great liar’ and…”

He was clearly not expecting this reaction from her. “And… And well, I just… don’t want to lie about this anymore,” he admitted. “I want to be able to talk to you in the office without raising suspicions. And I want to hug you and hold your hand without worrying that someone we know will see us.”

She shrugged. “Okay.”

“...okay?” He blinked. “You aren’t upset that I’m the one to-?”

“Nope.”

“And you’re okay with us just-?”

“Yep.”

Wow… he really hadn’t expected this reaction from her.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

“Spencer, I honestly don’t care. But are you sure? Because having a girlfriend is going to open you up to a lot of teasing from the team,” she warned him.

He waved an arm dismissively. “I can take them.”

She raised an eyebrow, watching him relax back into his normal self. It’s silly, she thought, the things that make him anxious. But she was relieved it wasn't anything serious. The thing with Spencer was sometimes the little things seemed huge and the big things he thought he could handle alone.

“So, we’re going to do this?” he confirmed.

“We’ll start with Hotch,” she reasoned. “And see what sort of agreements we’d have to make to be in an office relationship. Then, we can decide how to announce it to the rest of the team.”

He agreed, a smile spreading across his features. “It’s stupid, but I feel like I won’t be able to wait that long. Even after all the time we’ve already spent pretending there was nothing between us. I feel like I’m going to see you in the bullpen one day and just kiss you in front of everyone.”

She rolled her eyes jokingly. “You’ll be fine. If I see you going in for a kiss I’ll dodge.”

The image of her ducking away from his affection in the middle of the office had them both cracking up and they had to recover quickly so they wouldn’t get kicked out of the place.

~ ~ ~

They had planned on telling Hotch Friday morning, but Lydia ended up being called into the office for a case before that could happen. And it happened to be so severe that she was on a flight to Los Angeles before she really knew what had happened.

“You should have listened to me,” Spencer argued as Morgan, Lydia, and him got out of the SUV and onto the street. As she walked, her arm hit the holster on her belt multiple times, not used to having the bulky object at her hip.

“It wouldn’t have saved that much time, Reid,” Morgan snapped. “Let it go.”

“The interchange between the 405 and the 101 freeways is consistently rated the worst interchange in the entire world.”

Morgan took in a large breath. “Why do you know that?!” he accused.

“It’s a government report.”

Lydia burst out laughing.

“So, what?” Morgan cried.

“So, you work for the government,” Reid continued. “What, you don’t read the reports?”

As they argued, the three of them walked underneath the tape and onto the scene itself.

“On traffic patterns in a city 2500 miles from where I live?”

“2295 miles-”

“Don’t make me smack you in front of all these people.”

“Derek, you know not to estimate around Reid,” Lydia teased. “He doesn’t understand anything but the specifics.”

“I understand th-”

“I’m Brady, LAPD,” a man said, cutting Spencer off from defending himself.

“Derek Morgan,” the older man greeted, shaking his hand, then pointing to the other two. “Dr. Reid and Dr. Ambers. The rest of the team is in an SUV behind us.”

“Yeah. Stuck in traffic,” Reid snapped, looking at Morgan before realizing now wasn’t the time. “Uh, so you had two more victims last night?”

“They were discovered a little after 3:30 by a cleaning crew finishing up in the building,” Brady explained.

“So that’s seven victims over the past two weeks,” Morgan said and the detective nodded.

“Bodies are in the alley. What’s left of them.”

“Same victimology?” Spencer asked as Lydia stepped past them, pulling out a pair of gloves.

All they could determine about the kill method was that their unsub was using a bladed weapon. Something long, like a machete or sword, which wasn’t very common. During the flight, they’d determined they were looking for one guy, suffering from a psychotic break. It was the only way to explain the overkill, the locations, and the weapon. But it was hard to look at the victims and imagine one guy could have done this.

Both men were mutilated. Their chests had been sliced through multiple times, making their torsos look almost hollow. One’s arm was multiple feet from the body. The other had almost been separated at the waist.

Blood was splattered across the buildings surrounding them and it flowed from the bodies into a nearby sewer grate. At this point, both men were practically dried up.

“What do you see?” Morgan asked as he stepped up behind her.

“Same type of victim. It’s either gang retaliation or someone who wants to clean up the streets.”

“That’s too organized,” he argued. “Unsubs that are going through psychotic breaks don’t plan like that.”

“Well, clearly there’s a pattern here,” she argued, pointing to their hoodies, tattoos, chains, and clothing. “He’s not killing businessmen or waitresses or anything in between. He’s got vengeance on his mind.”

~ ~ ~

“Not good,” Lydia mumbled as she walked onto the next scene the following day.

The unsub had actually gone to the house of the gang leader, Glen Hill. There were 6 bodies, each more brutal than the last.

She stepped around the scene carefully, the blood pooling around the victims like auras.

“T.S.K.?” Hotch asked, pointing to the graffitied letters on the walls.

“Twenty-third street killers,” Brady informed them.

Rossi picked up a gun. “Looks like they tried to fight back.”

“They failed,” Spencer said.

It was hard to differentiate the blood with the spray paint splattered against the walls, but Lydia did her best to analyze the drops and determine where the victims had been standing when they were hit.

“So, what do we do now?” the detective demanded.

“We’re already doing it,” Rossi informed him.

“An unsub in a psychotic rage stands out,” Spencer explained.

“Agent Jareau’s got the media playing the press conference every hour,” Hotch continued. “She’s putting the profile out to the public. Someone in this man’s world knows he’s in crisis. Hopefully, they'll recognize the description.”

“Hotch,” Emily called from the next room. “You’re gonna want to see this.”

Lydia was on his tail, following Prentiss out back, where a small trail of blood was leading from the door, to the side gate, then disappearing on the sidewalk. From the marks in the grass, it looked like a body had been dragged. Not only were they looking at 6 murders, but a kidnapping as well.

~ ~ ~

By that afternoon, they were bringing a suspect into custody. A man named Jon McHale. He was a graphic novelist, who’d been attacked by Glen Hill’s gang a few months ago, resulting in the death of his girlfriend.

A few people had shown up to the station to explain situations they’d been in with him over the past few days. His manager was concerned for his health, saying that he kept calling Vickie, his dead girlfriend. Some of his fans had watched him flip out when he showed up to a book signing. And one dude hit him with his car when he ran out into the middle of the road and when the man went to check if he was okay, Jon almost choked him to death.

As they took him into the station, Lydia helped Hotch and Rossi bag items from his apartment to be used as evidence. He had all sorts of violent storyboards, some which reflected their crime scenes to a T. There wasn’t a doubt in their minds that they’d found their guy.

“Can you go get the mugshot of Glen Hill?” Hotch asked Emily as they got back to the station.

“Yeah,” she replied, dropping the boxes of drawings on a nearby desk and disappearing.

Hotch turned on her. “Lydia, did Gideon talk to you about speaking to unsubs undergoing a psychotic break?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I want you running point with him. Command his presence like Frank. Keep him on track. We’ll get answers.”

Hotch left to explain the plan to the detective, leaving her to prepare herself for the interview. Gideon warned her that it was difficult to talk to unsubs like Jonny. His trauma was causing him to do things he’d otherwise be disgusted by. Before all of this, he was a good person and without the mental fracturing, he still would be. But the only way to get answers from him would be to put him under complete stress.

Lydia handed her weapon to Spencer, giving him a small wave goodbye. He looked nervous, but she didn’t dwell on it. Her only concern now was speaking with Jonny.

She led in the group, dropping the mug shot of Glen Hill that Emily had printed in front of the young man, then sitting across from him at the table. “Hello, Jonny. My name’s Lydia,” she said, curtly. “Do you know who that is?”

He shook his head. “Why does this have anything to do with me?”

“That’s Glen Hill,” Hotch said to her left.

Rossi took the right. “He’s missing.”

“You think I know where he is?” Jonny demanded.

Emily walked in, setting one of the boxes from his apartment down in front of Lydia.

“Six months ago, he and his gang victimized you and your girlfriend, right?” Brady asked.

Jonny’s head dashed wildly between everyone in the room, trying to keep track of them. “What?”

Lydia snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Jonny, look at me.”

“They attacked you on the street,” Emily continued, grabbing his attention once more.

“No.”

“And you couldn’t identify any of them after you got out of the hospital,” Brady said.

“Look at me,” Lydia insisted once more. She knew that the feeling of being surrounded was freaking him out enough. With everyone making accusations, if she made it seem like he wasn’t allowed to answer them, it would drive him even more insane. “Don’t worry about him.”

“This is crazy,” he said, looking at the photos in front of him. She could hear his handcuffs rustling against the table. He was trying to break away from her.

“I believe you're suffering from a post-traumatic form of a psychotic break,” Hotch told him, setting his hands on the table to lean over him and feel imposing.

“Psychotic?”

“And you have been for weeks.”

“Come on.”

“It’s possible you don’t even know,” Rossi said, once again forcing Jonny to turn fully around and look at him.

“How could I not know?”

Emily set down a storyboard in front of him. It showed two figures, mutilated in an alleyway, their killer standing above them with a sword. The whole scene was black and white, except for the pure red blood that ran down the gutters and towards the sidewalk.

“That’s a page from something I’m working on,” he told them.

“We know,” Lydia said, letting Emily drop another picture in front of him, this time an above shot from the scene she’d arrived on yesterday. “This is a murder scene from two nights ago.” She pointed between the bodies, both laid out in the same fashion. “Are you seeing any similarities?”

“You were there,” Rossi claimed. “Yesterday. I talked to you.”

“We have photos of you,” Emily continued.

He shook his head, pointing at the picture with his free hand. “Wait. This is real?”

“These are members of the twenty-third street killers,” Brady said. “Glen Hill’s gang.”

Emily continued setting out photos, one of Hill’s house, the other a matching drawing of McHale’s.

“And there were six gang members murdered in that house last night,” Hotch explained.

“No. No, this can’t be. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“This house belongs to Glen Hill. There was a trail of blood leading out the back door. We believe that you took Mr. Hill with you when you left.”

“These are just drawing-- my imagination,” Jonny argued.

Rossi sighed. “Severe PTSD is not uncommon for victims of violent crimes.”

“Victims?”

“You’re bleeding,” Emily noticed, pointing to a spot on the left side of his ribcage.

“It looks like a grazing gunshot wound,” Rossi accused

Hotch leaned over him threateningly. “Did they shoot you last night?”

“Look, stop it! I would know if I’d been… a victim!”

“Do you remember being in the hospital?”

“I was never-” The sound of his handcuffs got louder as his stress level increased. He was pulling away from them.

Rossi threw down a file in front of him, flipping through it as he talked. “That’s your medical report. They cut you open, Mr. McHale! You were nearly eviscerated.” He lifted up the boy's shirt to reveal a long scar through his abdomen. “They said it was a miracle you lived.”

“Miracle?” he demanded. “You think living was a miracle?”

He was breaking. Put some more pressure on him, and they’d get their answers. Hotch and Rossi took over, throwing questions around back and forth.

“All your drawings reflect actual crime scenes. All of them but one.”

“Where is this crime scene, Jonny?”

“Is this Glen Hill?”

“Where is he? Where’s Glen Hill?”

“Jonny, look at me!” Lydia insisted one more time.

“No!”

At his scream, Jonny finally ripped his right arm away from the table, splintering the bar the handcuffs were attached too. Noticing his escape, the whole room jumped to subdue him, but not fast enough. He got in a solid swing across Lydia’s face, knocking her back, her hands covering her cheek protectively.

“No! No!” he kept yelling. “You don’t know what’s out there! No one knows about the night!”

Hotch and Brady got ahold of Jonny’s arms, Emily pushing him back into the chair.

“We don’t want to hurt you, Jonny.”

“It’s okay, son,” Rossi tried to calm him. “It’s okay.”

They’d done it. He was remembering what had happened to him, what he’d done. But it didn’t make watching him any easier.

“Lydia,” Hotch called, not turning away from their suspect, “are you okay?”

“Yes, sir.” She stepped up, standing over Jonny, so that he could see her blotchy cheek and come to terms with what he’d done. “Jonny, you aren’t healthy.”

His eyes scanned her face, before he shut them tightly and started to sob. “I couldn’t help her.” He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. He was talking about Vickie, his girlfriend. “They made me watch.”

“I can help you,” Rossi said. “If we can tell the court that you told us where Glen Hill is-”

“They made me watch!”

“I know. I know. They’re animals.”

“You were sick,” Hotch told him. “You didn’t know what you were doing.”

The memory of his confrontation with Glen Hill was too much for Jonny. He could barely speak.

“Where’s Glen Hill, Jonny?”

He sobbed, his body shaking for several minutes, before he broke, giving the address to the group. Emily dashed outside to find Glen Hill, but they all knew he was dead. There was no way Jonny would have been able to stop himself from completing his revenge.

Brady started to recuff Jonny, taking him out of the interrogation room and into a holding cell, Hotch on his tail. Rossi stayed behind to help Lydia pack up all the evidence they’d used during the interview.

“You’re good,” he complimented. “Sorry you got the short end of the stick today.”

“It’s fine.” Lydia rubbed her jaw, sorely. “I deserved it.”

“For what?”

She shrugged, grabbing the box and starting to leave. “I know we had to break him. But no one deserves to relive traumatic events against their will.”

“You sound as if you speak from experience.”

She smiled at him over her shoulder. “It’s not really fair to profile someone who can’t profile you back, hm?” Then, she stepped outside and came face to face with Spencer.

“What did he do to you?” Spencer demanded, his hand already reaching for her swelling cheek.

“It’s fine,” she breezed, hearing Rossi exit the room behind her. “He had a mean right hook. I antagonized him.”

“I’ll get you some ice,” he said, leaving before she could argue.

“Maybe it isn’t fair,” Rossi mumbled from behind her. “But you make it so easy.”

Lydia just laughed at him.

~ ~ ~

“You found one of Jonny McHale’s books?” Lydia asked as she sat across from Spencer on the jet. She still had an ice pack pressed against her cheek at his insistence and the whole side of her face was starting to feel numb.

He looked up from his graphic novel. “Yeah! It’s called Blue. It’s about a girl who thinks she’s a real human being, right? But it turns out she’s a robot that was built by her uncle.”

“So it’s Pinocchio,” JJ reasoned as she passed the two of them.

“Yeah, it is like Pinocchio,” he laughed. “Only, uh, it’s set in a high school in outer space.”

She made an amused face and kept going, sitting with Rossi and Emily.

Spencer turned back to her, that special sparkle in his eyes. “Hey, did you know that Carlo Lorenzini, the guy that wrote Pinocchio, was said to be obsessed with the human nose? As a matter of fact, Pinocchio wasn’t even the first character of his to feature a large nose- How’s your cheek doing?”

She chuckled, having seen his sudden change in topic from a mile away. “It’s fine. It will probably be nice and swollen by the time we get back.” She pulled the ice pack away to reveal a splotchy pink and purple mess. “What’s your analysis, doctor?”

He leaned forward, examining it teasingly. “Hm… Looks like quite the injury. You must be very brave, doctor.”

They laughed until they heard Morgan walking past, talking irritably into his phone. “Just leave it alone until I get there. Hey. Hey! Hard-head! Don’t make me spank you when I get back.”

Spencer, who had already stuck his nose back into the graphic novel, immediately spoke up so that the person on the other line could hear him. “Don’t listen to him, Garcia. He’s all talk.”

Instinctively, Morgan smacked him across the back of the head and kept walking.

“Ow!” Spencer cried over Lydia’s laughs. “Stop laughing! He just hit me.”

Lydia handed him the ice pack. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “Why don’t you put some ice on it and it will feel better?”

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

~ ~ ~

Once they were back at headquarters, Lydia told Spencer it was now or never. Nodding her head, she ran up the catwalk to Hotch’s office, slipping inside casually.

“Lydia? How may I help you?”

She held up a finger and they stood there silently until Spencer also walked through the door, shutting it behind him awkwardly.

“Reid? What’s this about?”

Lydia stood in front of his desk, clasping her hands behind her back. “This is where we tell you something you already know and you act surprised about it.”

“Got it.”

“...We’re dating.”

“I’m shocked,” he responded, completely deadpanned.

“Is there some kind of office relationship… whatever that we need to fill out?”

“You don’t work in this office, Lydia, so not exactly. But you do work for the Bureau which means they have to know. I’ll do some research into it and get back to you. My best guess is Garcia will have to put it into our system and you might be required to agree to certain terms. At worst, they might have someone come in to question you and determine whether or not your relationship will affect your ability to work together, but I doubt it, seeing as Lydia isn’t an agent.”

“Thank you,” Lydia breathed. “I was worried this would be a big mess.”

“I think Reid here was ten times more nervous.”

She smirked at her abnormally silent boyfriend. He was completely frozen, staring at Hotch with a pale face. “I believe he was.”

“I should warn you,” Hotch continued, “that if this had been going on for much longer than two weeks, you could get in trouble for hiding pertinent information from the Bureau.”

“Two weeks, then,” Lydia said.

“Two weeks,” Spencer repeated.

“Good.” Hotch looked down at the file on his desk. There was silence. Then, he furled his eyebrow, glancing back up at the two of them. “You’re free to go.”

“Right,” Spencer squeaked, grabbing Lydia’s hand and pulling her to the door, as if Hotch would change his mind if they stayed any longer. “Going.”

Tags: @kris-stuff, @wooya1224, @arthurmorrgans​, @anotherr-fine-mess, @eddysocs

[kieraswriting]

Logan Does Indeed Have Wings

More Than The Sum Of Our Parts

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Masterpost

“Patton, I will require your assistance this evening,” Logan said, setting his book down. 

Roman raised an eyebrow. Logan has been saying this almost every other day for close to a month now, and he had never figured out why. 

“Of course!” Patton said cheerfully, bouncing up on his toes. “I love being an assistant!”

Roman shot Virgil a glance, but Virgil was curled up with headphones, and probably hadn’t heard anything. 

“Say, Microsoft, whatsit you keep needing so much help with?”

Logan’s face got very stiff, “I do not believe that it is something that pertains to you, Roman.”

Roman let his confusion, and a bit of offense, show on his face, hoping Logan would continue, or try to defend himself. 

Logan stood up abruptly. “If you’ll excuse me, I have work that needs attending to.” He walked out of the kitchen quickly. 

“Wait, Logan!” Patton moved to follow him. He stopped, and turned to Roman, as if he wanted to say something, but then he changed his mind and chased Logan. 

Now this was too much. There was no way Roman was going to leave this alone any longer. It was a slow day for him, which left plenty of time to plan. 

Finally, Patton and Logan has gone into Logan’s room, and Roman was staked out near the door. 

He was trying to see how close he could get without making a sound when Remy walked by. 

“Hey, babe, Thomas is about to sleep, so like, places.”

“What? It’s barely nine, Thomas never goes to sleep this early!”

Remy shrugged, “I’ve got stuff going on later.”

“What, so you’re going to put him to sleep now, and leave him awake when he normally sleeps?”

Remy took a long sip from his drink in answer. 

From behind the door, Roman could hear a deadpan, “Ow.” from Logan, followed quickly by Patton’s voice. “Sorry! Sorry, I’ll be careful.”

His curiosity skyrocketed, but at the same time, Remy was now leaving. It was his responsibility to make dreams. If he didn’t show up, Remus would surely take over and turn anything into a nightmare. 

“Argh! Wait up, Remy, I’m coming.”

••^*^••

Patton finally finished detangling the feathers. Three had come out while he was working. 

Logan shook his wings, and all the feathers fluffed up. 

“Thank you, Patton, I feel much better.”

“Aw, you’re welcome. You know, if you wanted to just leave them out during the day, I’m sure no one would mind.”

“My current schedule is adequate.”

Patton’s face twisted up a bit in worry. “But it makes you so uncomfortable.”

“All things considered, a bit of discomfort is unavoidable at this time.”

“What all are you considering?”

Logan hesitated and looked away. “Well, I am unused to maneuvering with my wings. It is highly likely that I would run into things and people.”

“Well, there’s no way to get better without practicing.”

“T-they would certainly be distracting—“

“But not in a bad way.” Patton interrupted, putting on one of his brightest smiles. 

“We are coming up on an incredibly busy time.”

“That’s actually part of why I want you to do it. With Thomas’s family coming over, I’ll be super busy, and I don’t want to leave you to deal with this by yourself.”

Logan drew himself up. “I am perfectly capable of handling myself, Patton.”

Patton’s face fell. “Alright. If you’re sure.”

••^*^••

Roman watched Logan closely. Nothing seemed very different. It had been two days, and he hadn’t yet asked Patton for help with whatever it was again. Then again, Patton had been busier than usual. 

Roman has been busy in preparation for the visit, but now that it was actually happening, Patton had the most work to do. 

Roman caught Virgil watching him a few times, and tried to point with his eyes to Logan. Virgil always noticed when something was different. He’d be able to help figure out what Logan’s secret was. 

••^*^••

Logan snapped his book shut, an uncharacteristic anger glinting in his eyes. “I’m tired of this! What is so interesting that both of you feel the need to stare at me for three days?!”

Roman quickly looked away. “I wasn’t—“

“Yes. You have been. I demand an explanation.” He turned to Virgil, who was trying to sink out subtly. “From both of you.” 

Virgil looked at Roman, which, honestly, was fair. Roman had dragged him into this after all.

“I wanted to know what the secret you and Patton have been keeping is,” Roman confessed. “And I asked Virgil to help.”

“But, once I started watching, I noticed that you’ve been increasingly uncomfortable, and you keep,” Virgil’s face scrunched up as he thought. “Fidgeting.”

“And did neither of you consider that I hadn’t told you because I didn’t want to?” Logan said.

“But… if you look uncomfortable, and it’s something you don’t want us to know about, and you’ve been more irritable than usual--” Virgil broke off again. “Are you in pain?”

“I’ve only been irritable because it’s a busy time, and you two won’t stop staring.”

“Are you?” Roman asked, now concerned. “Are you in pain?”

“I am perfectly adequate.”

“If you lie like that you’ll summon Deceit,” Virgil said quietly.

“Why must you two harp on this?” Logan asked, his anger cracking slightly.

“We’re worried about you, Microsoft Nerd.” Roman said.

“Fine. Yes, I am uncomfortable. I have a personal problem, and I don’t want to talk about it.” Logan abruptly sunk out.

Once in his room he let his wings out. With all the extra work recently, it had been much harder than normal to keep them hidden, and taking them out and putting them back without straightening his feathers only made them get more tangled and sore. But he didn’t have time for that now. He shook them out and folded them against his back.

He was surprised, but also relieved that no one came to call him for dinner that night. It was ten at night before he had gotten his work done. All this nostalgia. Sure it was good to have it sometimes, but it meant so much sorting of memories. His feet were tired, and so were his arms. 

He dreaded the thought of going to bed with his wings out, but he also was worried that if he shifted them away without detangling again he might cause some actual damage. But his arms were far too tired to work quickly. He sat on the edge of his bed and started the long process. If only his wings were smaller.

It was quite a while later when his door slowly opened. As soon as Logan noticed he shifted his wings away, wincing at the loud rustle. 

“Virgil? Do you need something?”

Virgil stood awkwardly in the doorframe. “Sorry, I was just, checking.”

“Checking?”

Virgil nodded, his eyes glued to the floor.

“For what?”

“Just, that you’re ok, you’re usually asleep by now and…” Virgil looked up, and something sparked in his eyes. “If it’s your wings, I know I’m not Patton, but maybe I could help.”

Logan took in a sharp breath.

“He didn’t tell me!” Virgil defended quickly. “I just, saw them a couple times.”

“Do you make a regular practice of invading my room while I’m asleep?”

Virgil flinched. “Sorry. If you’re upset I can stop.”

Logan clenched his jaw. “How are the others?”

“Asleep. They’re fine.”

“So you check on all of us.”

Virgil nodded. 

Logan sighed. “This is not a pleasant way to learn about this, but I do believe I can see why you do it.”

“Sorry.”

“I’ll expect you to inform Patton and Roman. But for now, if you were sincere in your offer,” Logan let his wings out again, slightly cringing at how much of his work had been undone. “I use this tool, whereas Patton prefers his hands.”

Virgil finally stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind himself. He accepted the tool, and started smoothing the outside of the wings, while Logan worked on the inside. 

Together, and with Virgil’s maneuverability, it was done in barely ten minutes.

“Thank you, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded. “Have they been bothering you? During the day.”

“Yes. They have. I was uncomfortable in the way in which you expressed it, but I do appreciate that you and Roman were concerned for me.”

Virgil nodded. “Can—are you going to tell Roman?”

“Perhaps tomorrow.” 

“Alright. I’ll, I’ll leave you alone now.”

••^*^••

Thomas has slept in, leaving Roman making dreams later than usual. When he finally came downstairs he stopped, frozen. 

“You have wings!?!”

Logan spun around, his eyes wider than usual. 

“They’re gorgeous! How have you never shown me this?! Can you fly with them? Can I touch them?” Without waiting for a response, Roman reached out, lifting gently on the bend of the wing. “It’s so soft. And they match your whole aesthetic perfectly.”

Logan was staring at him, more shocked than Roman had ever seen him, and a light blush over his cheeks. “I’m… flattered.”