#but someone said something about ironing. and my couch is perfect for that?

[justajsworkshop]

i love deciding things are fixed. the garbage disposal is now fine. the iron works perfectly. my AC no longer makes a weird noise. the shower door closes just right.

next up are my laptop keyboard and car because everything in my life is always operating at peak performance—complete, functioning, and whole. 🖤

[warping-realities]

Making Amends (Repost)

Eric Campbell wasn't sure where his life had taken this turn. But if he had to pick a moment, it would be the one when he revealed to his high school best friend, Ryan, that he was gay and in love with him.

Ryan, although receptive to his friend's sexuality, refused any interest in him and from that moment on the friendship cooled down. The situation worsened when Ryan started dating Vanessa, a classmate for whom Eric had no sympathy and who, upon discovering his secret, decided to make his life a real hell. Telling the whole school the truth about his sexuality, which made Eric move to another city.

Between a shaken friendship with someone who was moving and a relationship with a girl who soon revealed she was pregnant with his child, Ryan opted for the second option. And for more than 20 years the two friends did not see each other.

With the sudden death of his father, the only living relative he still had, Eric was forced to return to his hometown to organize the house and the few assets he inherited. Which put him back in proximity to his old friend, today a successful lawyer, who ironically lived on the same block, along Vanessa and their son, who was spending his college vacation at his parents' house.

While Ryan kept the lean body and the long shiny hair that he was so proud of since his youth, Eric accumulated excessive weight, due to the long hours working as a graphic designer, a lot of fast food, and a complete lack of exercises, which associated with his scruffy beard and messy red hair gave him an unkempt look.

It's not that his life was horrible, his career guaranteed him financial stability to live comfortably. But it wasn't a happy life either, as his youth experiences prevented him from having any meaningful relationships and raising a family. And that's what he thought as he slowly fell asleep while watching porn videos, lying on the couch at his parents' old house.

....

“Hello son” Eric got scared when he heard his late father's voice. Looking around he found himself sitting on the same room he had fallen asleep on but with the body and appearance of when he was 18 years old.

“Dad..? But you passed away..”

“Yes, I'm dead, son. But that doesn't mean I can't do something to make amends with you.”

"Make amends? What do you mean?

"The truth is, I didn't support you when I should have, even though I knew I could have done so much more for you than I did. All because deep down I couldn't accept and love you for who you are... but no more. Tomorrow when you wake up you will receive the first of my gifts, after that I want you to go to your old friend Ryan's house to receive the remaining!”

….

It was a strange morning for Ryan, first he woke up alone in his bed, with the odd feeling that someone should be lying next to him. What didn't make the slightest sense, that side of the bed had been empty for over 15 years, when Vanessa, his ex-wife, had abandoned him, leaving him to raise the couple's son, Jacob, alone. Thinking about it made his head hurt, giving him a feeling of unreality.

Speaking of unreality… Ryan was at that very moment sitting across from his old school friend, Eric, who had decided to pay a visit, while he awaited the outcome of his father's probate process. But this Eric was very different from the image he had in his head, acquired by seeing the photos posted on the other man's Instagram, which he had discreetly followed in an embarrassed way over the last few years, thinking with regret of his actions in the last year from school.

The Eric sitting across from him was a fine specimen of a man, with well-developed gargantuan sized muscles, a perfect face and very well-groomed hair. Contrasting with the obese and careless figure that insisted on appearing in the back of his head.

“So, where's Jake? You know I love that boy.” Eric said with a smile on his face.

"He must be in his room getting ready for the day" Ryan replied without thinking. But soon a question came to his lips

“What do you mean with “love”? When did you see him?”

“Yesterday, and the day before, and in all the holidays he spent with me since his childhood.” Eric answered with a smile.

"I do not know what you're talking about. Jacob never spent a day with you.”

“Did you hit your head somewhere, Ry? Jake has spent more time at my house than his own since Vanessa left. You decided it was better for him to stay with his godfather than a nanny.”

“I… I… don't…” Ryan stammered. As consternation came over his face.

“Ry, is everything okay? Now you really worried me.” Eric replied with concern.

It was then that hazy memories surfaced in Ryan's mind. He leaving Jacob as a child at his friend's house, the three walking on a beach, a video sent from an old cell phone, showing Jacob holding a tooth and laughing with a toothless smile while Eric's laughter could be heard in the background.

“I, yes, yes. I don't know how I could forget about that, Red"

The old nickname returning to Ryan's lips as if had never left.

“But I don’t understand, you left a long time ago…”

“Yes, Ry, but I came back when my best friend asked me to help him raise his son”

“Sure, sure. - That made sense, didn't it? "For which Jacob and I will be forever grateful," he concluded.

“There's no need to thank me, ever, I did everything with the greatest pleasure, I love the little devil, and speaking of him, it seems he's not so little anymore. Have you been working out, Jake?” Eric said looking at the skinny dark haired young man who entered the room at that moment. Which in turn replied somewhat disconcerted:

“Humm, no…not really. But… who are you?"

“Jacob, this is no way to talk to Uncle Eric””

“Uncle… Eric … ? what the fuck, dad?

“Jacob, what language is that? You may be a grown man now, but inside my house you won't treat an old friend like that, apologize, now!"

"But, but…”

“Leave the kid alone, Ry. He was always hot-blooded. And he was always a smartass to. I'm sure it's some joke, isn't it, Devil?"

"I don't know what… "- Jacob started to say, but stopped at the same moment when he noticed his father's stern look. “Yes, a joke of course, Uncle…?”

“Hahaha, and he continues! Always the same devilish boy, even though he's a man now, and what a man, look how big you are kid, look at that musculature!”

Both Jacob and Ryan were unable to understand Eric's comments, Jacob had been a quiet and serious child, a behavior he maintained until adulthood, in addition to that he was always averse to physical activities, preferring to pursue academic achievements, as well as his father, which translated into a thin body for life. But those memories began to blur and mix with those of a mischievous boy, given to pranks, who from an early age practiced all kinds of sports.

"Ah, sit here beside me boy, I want to know everything you're up to in college, you must be the terror of the sororitys, and the fraternities too..." - Eric said with a wink, as he pulled Jacob making him sit down up next to him on the couch.

“Hum, I don't know… I don't know… - said Jacob with a feeling of anguish in his chest and a mess of discordant thoughts and memories in his head. From spending his days diligently studying in the college library, except when he was playing chess with friends, to memories of spending his days diligently training in the gym and his nights going to parties, always ending up accompanied by a beautiful woman... or man.

"Calm down little demon" Whispered Eric in the boy's ear, who finally relaxed his shoulders and smiled. “Dad is here and everything is going to be okay.” He concluded, enveloping the boy in a hug and giving him an affectionate and long kiss on the head.

Seeing the scene Ryan thought that was too much and got up with the intention of separating the two.

“Hey…” he started to say. But his head began to hurt intensely, with the objects spinning around him, and the last thing he saw before falling to the ground was Eric's smiling face, as he caressed Jacob's head leaning against the man's huge chest.

…..

It had been a strange morning for Ryan. He woke up lying on the couch in the living room, his head a little dizzy, and with a feeling of strangeness with the environment around him, as if the atmosphere was denser. When he looked at himself he realized that he was wearing pajamas, but he remembered changing clothes when he woke up, but if he was waking up now…. would that have been the day before? Still confused and with his head throbbing he walked slowly to the kitchen thinking about having a glass of water while he waited for this feeling of strangeness disappear.

Upon entering the room, Ryan got a big scare! Standing behind the table was a red haired giant, half naked, smiling in his direction.

“R-Red? What are you doing here."

“Hey Ry. I'm sorry, my thoughts were far away. I see you're awake, I thought I'd take you to bed, but even with those arms I don't know if I'd have the strength for that, big guy!"

“Big guy?” Those words echoed in Ryan's throbbing head. He had always been skinny, but with time and a workout routine he had acquired a more toned musculature, yet being called "Big Guy" made something resonate inside him... but someone like Red calling him big didn't make sense, as the fact that someone was sitting in Ryan's kitchen, helping himself to his coffee, and worst of all, practically naked.

"Red, what are you doing here, and almost naked?"

“Since when are you a prude, Ry? And as for what I'm doing here, I'm making breakfast for you and that devilish boy. Did you see the time he arrived? I imagine not, since you were sleeping on the couch…. You'd think college would knock some sense into our boy's head..."

“Our…boy?” Suddenly Ryan had a flash, a image of Eric approaching Jacob, whispering something in his ear, his smile looking at Ryan while hugging him...

“Jacob! Where is Jacob.” "What you do with him?” He asked with an accusing tone.

“Calm down Ryan, boys will be boys, regardless of age. But we can talk to him, parent to child if that's important to you” Eric answered with a soothing tone, apparently misunderstanding the reason for Ryan's indignation. Who in turn was staring at the giant in front of him with stupefaction.

“From parent to child?” What do you mean by…” Ryan began to say, being interrupted by the entry of an attractive muscular young man with vibrant red hair, totally naked, exposing his muscular body, with a large pole hanging between his legs, swinging from side to side as he trotted to the kitchen table.

“Morning, dad…” - said the young man passing by him while stretching, making his huge cock swing more willingly.

"Dad…? What… how… Jacob??? What happened??? What are you wearing?"

"Hum, nothing?." Answered the young man. Bursting with laughter along with Eric. While Ryan watched him, who was nothing like the thin boy he knew as well as the back of his hand.

“Hey, Devil, where's my hug? Eric asked, approaching the boy and hugging him, not caring that the young man's cock was exposed.

“Daaad…” replied the young man, with mocked irritation as he hugged the other man.

That scene made Ryan's brain shatter into a thousand pieces, to the point where he stood there watching without being able to form a single word, dumbfounded. With his head pounding harder, as the sense of unreality heightened.

“What the fuck is going on here”? Ryan yelled as he finally gathered his strength. Nothing there made sense.

“What kind of language is this, father?” said Jacob in an unconvincing imitation of a strict father.

“Your dad is looking like a prude old man today, Jake. Frankly, he doesn't even look like the man I chose to spend my life with and father my child with." Eric replied containing a laugh.

That was the last straw. Ryan cupped his face in both hands, sighing in frustration. With the throbbing in his head finally reaching its peak as he blacked out.

….

Ryan woke up lying on the couch in the living room, with his head a little dizzy, and with a feeling of strangeness with the environment around him, as if the atmosphere was denser. When he looked at himself he realized that he was wearing his robe and couldn't avoid a strong feeling that he had been through this same situation before. Confused and with his head throbbing, he closed his eyes in an attempt to think more clearly. And that's when he heard a familiar voice.

“Good morning, Big Man. Soon the coffee will be ready, it's time for you to open your eyes to reality!”

A feeling of anguish and fear dominated Ryan's chest, with a voice saying in the back of his mind that it would be best not to listen to anything that person had to say, to get up and leave without looking back. But a second voice silenced the first one, it didn't make any sense to leave the house where he lived, the house where his son lived, the house where his husband lived…. The first voice tried to fight these thoughts. Tried to say that they were misleading, that something very bad had already happened to his son and that the same could happen to him. “Nonsense, said the second voice, Jake was fine and healthier than ever, after all he was lifting as much weight at the gym as Ryan since he came home for the holidays, although neither of them comes close to Red in that regard. ”

"No, no, Jacob didn't lift any weights"

“Of course he would, with a father like Red, genetics and true dedication together are the best combination.”

"No, no, Eric was not Jacob's father, I’m Jacob's father"

"Of course he was Jake's father, they both were, and it didn't matter that the boy didn't have his blood, he was his son, period."

"But, but…

“No buts, his fatherhood was as real as his marriage was real and he would like to see who would have the courage to say otherwise in front of him. He might not be as big as Eric, but he was far from a wimp, years of exercise and a strict diet had given him a body to envy.”

As those thoughts played through the battleground that was Ryan's head, the truth within them was manifesting itself on the outside. With the robe he was wearing fading out of existence and revealing the muscular body they hid, while his luxurious hair shortened and lost its shine and a stubble beard appeared on his face. Eyes open but without seeing, at least not this changing reality, lost while the world changed.

“Yes, he would very much like to see who would challenge the infamous Big Man Ryan in a dispute, after all his fame preceded him, both in court, where he was a defender of gay rights, and outside of it, where he had already been involved in some fights while defending the same rights.”

“Big Man… gay rights… no… fights… no”

“Yes, this attitude started back in school, when Red confessed to him his sexuality and that he was in love with him. That was probably the happiest and most important moment of their lives, when Ryan, as passionate as his friend, responded with a kiss, and the couple's fate was sealed. And anyone who dared say anything about it would have to deal with him, although at the time he wasn't yet "Big Man Ryan", running away from a fight was never an option.”

“No…. Eric… no… Vanessa”

“Vanessa, that bitch! A single night of thoughtless drinking on Eric's part after a silly fight between the couple and the viper took the opportunity. Bitch! But that night was why Jake was born, and Ry wouldn't know what to do without his little red demon.”

“Jaco… no… dev…”

“It was that wretched Vanessa who put Ryan on the path of civil rights. The bitch, revolted when she was rejected by Red, who committed to assume and take care of the child she was expecting, but not to marry her or have to live with her more than necessary. So she decide to take revenge, telling everyone at school and town about Ryan and Eric's relationship. Which in turn resulted in the biggest beating Eric has ever taken in his life. Upon seeing the condition of his boyfriend, Ry made a promise, which he still faithfully kept to this day: he was going to defend the man of his life with everything he had.

“N…. Nh…”

“It was then, at the end of high school, that the idea of law came to mind. Along with the desire and dedication of physical exercise. Ryan spared no effort to achieve his goals, including using anabolic steroids, after all, not everyone has the genes of a red-haired giant like Eric. The results speak for themselves, Ryan has grown to massive size over the years, though in return he has lost all the hair he was so proud of in his youth.

“N…. no.. no… YEAS!!

Again the exterior manifested the interior modifications. In an instant in Ryan's place stood a huge man, with balding hair, a graying beard, and thick, developed musculature, a match in size for Eric himself.

"And it wasn't just in size that they were a match for each other" The only voice present in Ryan's much less agitated head whispered. And that voice was not wrong, both men had a libido proportional to their height and wingspan, being known to break several beds throughout their married life due to their insatiable and uninhibited sexual appetite.

Closing his eyes again, as his posture relaxed as he accepted reality Ryan felt the last words spoken by his husband echo in his head:

“It's about time you open your eyes to reality, open your eyes to reality, open your eyes… open your eyes!!!

And “Big Man” Ryan, fierce defender of civil rights, amateur bodybuilder, devoted father, loving and warm husband, voracious lover… finally opened his eyes, stretched, while getting up and finally flashed a smile to the love of his life.

“Liking what you see, Red, you old pervert?” He asked with a provocative voice.

“Just admiring the material, and congratulating myself on the investment.” Was the playful response Ryan received as he walked over to meet his husband, while throwing his boxer briefs on the floor leaving his big cock free to swing happily between his legs.

“I think the best investment was mine. I paid for a red hot giant and got a wonderful lover, plus an amazing son as a gift.” Ryan said as he approached Eric.

“By the way, speaking of amazing, have I told you how much I loved that you grew a beard? But I think I prefer your hair longer, there's only room for one big bald man in this house."

“I thought you missed that head full of hair” Eric replied very close to his husband's provocative face.

“What I miss is this mouth sucking my dick and this cock in my ass.” Ryan replied.

“What language is this?” Was Eric's last comment before giving himself to his husband with a passionate kiss. And fuck madly on the living room floor.

And it was with both naked, one next to the other, lying down and soaked in sweat and cum that the couple's son found them.

“You know, some people would be extremely embarrassed to find their parents acting so shamelessly.” A comment made by a smiling Jake, wearing only his underwear, when he saw his parents lying on the floor.

“And since when are we a bunch of Puritans, little devil?” Was the answer he received from a smiling Ryan, while getting up after giving his husband a last passionate kiss and passing by his son and giving him a kiss on the cheek, not caring that he was walking totally naked through the house.

"I'm just going to take a quick shower and get ready for work, you two wait for me before eating."

….

Eric “Red” Campbell was sitting at his desk, after a family breakfast, thinking about life's reminiscences, when he was surprised by a soft kiss on his neck. With a smile on his lips he turned and found the manly but smiling face of his man staring back at him.

“Ready to destroy some bastards, Big Ry?”

"Always! I wouldn't be the infamous Big Man Ryan if Don’t break some idiots, would I?" Ryan replied. “But you know what I'm ready for? Round two! Get ready Red, tonight it's my turn to fuck this big ass.

“And why wait until evening?��

“Don't tempt me, Mr. Campbell.” Was the answer of a smiling Ryan while walking to the door.

Eric turned to the window and watched, mug in hand, as the fine specimen of a man that was his husband trot with steady strides across the front yard toward his huge SUV. With a smile on his lips he thought about how happy he was with his marriage, his son, and the direction his life had taken.

[viisator]

Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Psychological thriller. Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

Not Proofread

(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

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Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again.

_______

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

_____

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

_____

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

masterlist

Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

[ironbabey]

July

Peter Parker x Reader

angst, maybe fluff?

Word Count: 1k

Inspired by the song July by Noah Cyrus

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I've been holding my breath, I've been counting to ten, over something you said

“So uh, what do ya say? Wanna give it a shot?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes-

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m gonna have to say no.”

No. He said no.

It took you months to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, ironically you told yourself the worst he could say was no. Fuck, it hurt.

You were crushed. “Oh uh, that's okay. We can just stay friends.” It’s not okay, you don’t want to be friends. Well, you do. You also wanted-no, hoped- for something more.

He smiled, god you loved that smile. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even breaking it at the same time.  “Glad this won’t change our friendship. I care about you a lot.” He says, you can hear the pity in his voice.

He cared, just not in the way you wanted.

I've been holding back tears, while you're throwing back beers, I'm alone in bed

You were always told rejection hurt but you didn’t think it’d be this painful. Peter went out while you were sulking in your bed. There’s more fish in the sea, right? You shouldn’t have fallen for him, everyone told you not to, and yet here you are.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course he didn’t like you.

You were nothing compared to her.

You didn't have the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect...anything. You were just you.

You stupidly thought that it would be enough for him, she didn't even remember him, but you made new memories with him.

You know I, I'm afraid of change. Guess that's why we stay the same

You two were fighting now. It's your fault anyways. You lashed out on him just because he hadn’t reached out to you since that day. He's ignored your texts, calls, hell you even tried an email for the fun of it. He stilled ignored you.

The day you confessed really fucked things up.

You decided to be the bigger person and show up at his door. He would've known you were going over if he read your messages.

“I thought we agreed that wouldn’t change us. You said you wanted to be friends so why are you being such a dick?”

 “I’m being a dick? Oh, that’s real funny coming from you. I have a life full of other people, not just you. I don’t see why I have to be the one to do everything.”

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, embarrassed that you were acting childish, “No, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

So, tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, the soft hair you used to play with during the times you'd study together. “I think you should go. I can’t handle this—you���right now.”

You refused to cry in front of him. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed your bag and slammed the door shut on your way out. You fucked everything up, didn’t you?

Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

A week went by, and he finally texted you, asking you to go over and talk it out. In the end you were still his best friend, and he didn't want to lose you.

You picked up a photo that was in a beautiful golden frame on the coffee table, you knew who the woman was, Peter talked about her all the time, and it killed you. You thought he was over her.

 “What are you doing with that?” He grabbed the framed photo from your hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, “It was just sitting here, she’s pretty. Really pretty.”

Peter smiled, “Yeah, she was. The greatest too.”

‘Cause you remind me everyday, I’m not enough but I still stay

You two sat in uncomfortable silence. He wanted to make up, wanted things to be normal again, but you had other plans. You wanted answers. “What does she have that I don’t? What’s so different?”

He groaned. “Please, don’t start this right now.”

You stood up from the couch, “No! I want to know why you’re after someone who moved on. Someone who doesn't even rem-“

“She was the only one there for me through all of it! She helped me from beginning to end! I ruined everything just to make sure she got into the school she worked so hard for!" His voice went soft, he couldn't hold back the tears that went streaming down his face. His brown eyes were hardly visible through them, "She was all I had. She was the only girl that ever looked my way and actually liked me.”

Then what am I?

I've done a lot of things wrong, Loving you being one. But I can't move on

“What?”

“Then what am I?”, you repeated deep down you knew you were being a little selfish, but he had no right to say you didn't care, “I’ve been there for you. I’ve laughed with you, cried with you, I even fought with you and you’re still tossing me aside?”

“Listen-“

“No! You listen to me! I’ve done nothing but love and care about you but clearly that’s not enough! Nothing is ever enough for you! I-I’m not enough.”

Peter stood to hug you. To tell you that you was more than enough. To tell you he was just afraid of being more than what you were now.

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go

You moved away from his attempted hug. How dare he cry when it was him who was hurting you? “N-No, you don’t get-get to cry.” you choked out through your own tears.

“I’m sorry please just understand.” He begged.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me you don't want to see me again and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone just like you want.” That’s not what he wanted, not at all. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you left him too.

“That’s not-I want you to stay.”

You remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

[vipersiia]

XYX HEADCANONS

i have recently joined the bloomic discord and talked abt xyx, with,,, so many people and here r my headcanons, there are,,, a Lot of them and they are so so so fluffy i promise

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL - he has such a thing for petnames, and will Melt if u reciprocate

absolute pro at not being able to take what he can dish out, dont fret though, he absolutely builds a tolerance

ironically uses terrible pet-names in public, if you use some on him he Will make it a competition and he Will win ("snookums here wants a refund on this." "yes sorry, mcdreamy here said it didn't look good on me" "oh schmoopy , how you wound me i did not sa that")

xyx is such a people-pleaser, so he Knows what you like and what you don't, he'll keep an eye on your expressions subtly ("hey babe why is there so much snack you really like in our pantry?" "it was on sale!")

he will Spoil you, he's not the type to spend a lot of money on himself but on You?? oh you better watch out

still careful with his money but if you're eyeing that bag, or pair of shoes, or poster, he will buy it for you.

even if you off-handedly comment wanting something, expect it in your arms Soon ("i saw this really cool poster at the mall today?" "oh really? what did it look like doll?" "it was like, of my favourite character holding their love interest" "oh thats very cool" schemes)

will absolutely do the evil villain chair in dark thing with Cat if you come home late ("i've been,, expecting you" "babe its 1 am what are you doing up?")

he knows your favourite drink, exactly how you like it, and it tastes perfect everytime. YOU NEVER TOLD HIM EITHER, he just had you try a buncha things and watched your reactions ("hey love, im trying out a new recipe, wanna try?" "of course!")

dont think about it but seeing him playing with cat, watching the muscles in his arm flex??? him Noticing you noticing and flexing a lil harder, before going all out, Cat meowing indignantly over his bicep???

stop thinking about xyx coming home from work, seeing you and Cat cuddling on the couch?? being so in love that he scored someone as amazing as you?? he is just, so so so, in love with you at the moment?? that he just, comes over, picking u both up and twirlin you around. Cat immediately, outraged bats him the face but he doesn't notice because you're giggling so hard rn

if he's meeting your parents??? ohhh be prepared, he is such a smooth talker and hes Proud. He comes in, nicest most neutral cologne, nice powersuit, a subtle chain necklace with your initial???

he is All smooth talk, keepin an eye out for any cues of like or dislike on topics, always complimenting whoever cooked

when getting to the Interrogation? oh he's Ready ("so what do you do for a living" "oh well i work as a lawyer, it makes me elated to be able to provide for mc like i can" "nice, nice" *visibly impressed*)

the car ride home after??? oh he is Menace, he is all grins, puffin out his chest like a bird ("doll they loOoooveee me" "did you see that? arent you proud love?") you're gonna have to keep saying yes but its okayyy because you're both sickeningly in love with eachother

him being hella cheesy, tellin u one day ("hey doll, i bet i can hold the entire universe in my hands" "what??") and immediately cupping your face??? pulling you into a soft kiss??

you keeping that in ur mind,,, ready to strike back?? sitting on the couch with him laying between them, cheek pressed into your thigh as you both play with Cat? when Cat leaves, leaning down and cupping his face in your hands??? ("you are so gorgeous babe") and he goes Red (mc - 1 / xyx - 4million), his breath Stops.

leaning down to kiss him??? catching him even more off-guard?? absolute knock-out. he tries so hard to play it off ("ill never be as gorgeous as you doll") but being sooo off his game? so caught off guard??

a sunshower happening, cue you, dancing in the rain like a madman??? him coming over and seeing you?? glad u cant see him because he is Positive he looks so sappy rn. eventually meeting his eye?? running up to him and grabbing him by the hand?? leading him into the rain?? he immediately takes over the dance, spinnin and twirlin you around.

pulling you into his arms?? arms resting on your hips as you grab him by the face?? pulling him into a kiss???? laughter breaking out between you two, as he peppers your face in kisses??

doing research on filipino wedding customs, finding out that you traditionally ask the parents for their blessing

ASKING XYX'S PARENTS FOR THEIR BLESSING?? going over to their house for a dinner plan, getting him distracted and asking his parents for their blessing??? planning the wedding with them??? burning the unity candle?? the rice toss?? the money dance???

at the altar, can't even get though the first line of his vows before he cries ( "and i, xyx tak-" *literally sobbing*)

DOING HARANA FOR HIM??? getting all the members of the bloomic server to participate, as you sing his praises? good at singing or not he is so choked up in giggly, hands over face ugly bawling

lighting the unity candle with him is a whole ordeal, neither of you can stay still long enough to keep the flame steady, almost lighting the tablecloth on fire

him holding you as close as you can fit against him?? teary eyed all over again because wow, he cant believe that you really wanted to marry him??

post first dance, as the night wanes, hiding behind the couples table, on the floor, in his arms??? as he feeds u mango sticky rice and vice versa???

sayin sum cheesy shit like ("oops i missed a spot, hold still love") before leaning in for a kiss??? not realizing the photographer AND videograper saw this and got it all in 4k??

the discord prompts that inspired me, thank u i luv u all(real)

[fangirlfrom-hell]

A Day Full Of Emotions (Also the first time Jay sees Becca dance) || Jay Halstead x Healstead Sister || Healstead Sister one shot

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Summary: There is a big art festival happening in Chicago and Becca will dance a solo for the first time in front of people. Jay has to work as a cop and can't be with her all the time as he wished. A bomb explodes in the event and everything becomes a mess. Bomb references to Season 5, episode 2.

Becca is Halstead sister. Remember she's a theatre girl. I might write something short about Hailey and Kim trying to do Becca's hair, because that's cute.

The song Becca is dancing is In- A-Gadda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly, but only the part of the drums. Minute 6:29, for a better reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCkHanF4v1w

It was finally Saturday and the weather was perfect to be outside. It seemed like luck was on Becca's side, but she wasn't feeling very happy. In fact, she was feeling sick, nauseated. She laid on bed staring at the ceiling, until someone knocked at the door.

-"Morning, kiddo!" It was Jay. -"I'm sorry to wake you, but it's getting late and I need to get ready to work, so...".

Becca used to sleep in Jay's room whenever she stayed at his place. He always preferred to sleep in the couch, so she could be confortable in a proper bed.

-"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. It didn't crossed my mind". She said while standing up.

-"Don't worry. I'll just grab some clothes and get dressed in the bathroom. You can get ready in here...in fact, why are you still in bed? I have to drop you at your teacher's house on my way to the bullpen".

-"Yeah, about that...". Becca said scratching her eye. -"I don't think I'm going...".

-"What do you mean you are not going?" Jay didn't even let her finish the sentence. -"You've waiting for this day to come".

-"I'm not feeling so good. I have a stomachache and it feels like I'll throw up".

Jay instinctively touched her forehead to feel if she was irritated or had temperature, but everything felt normal. He immediatly knew what was goinng on.

There was a big art carnival happening in Chicago that day and Becca was going to participate in a dance group that would be moving around the park performing in different spots Mobile Dance, they called it. Her teacher gave her a solo and she was ready to do it, but it would be her very first time performing in front of an audience and the idea suddenly freaked her out.

-"You're good. You are just nervous". Jay said smiling.

About an hour later, Jay was helping Becca to put her backpacks inside of the truck, getting ready to leave. She was unusually quiet, but he didn't want to force any conversation.

-"Is Will coming?" Becca asked in the co-pilot seat.

-"I don't think so". Jay sighed. -"He has a shift at the hospital". Jay lied to Becca, not knowing if that last statement was true. He was mad at his brother for always puting their sister aside. He was also tired of lying for him, but he did it to protect Becca's feelings.

There was no reaction from Becca. The silence among them took over again.

-"I'm so sorry I can't go with you through all the stations. Since it is a huge event for the city, Platt asked us to be there patrolling. There's never enough cops for these things".

-"For the millionth time, Jay: don't worry, It's ok. I understand for real".

-"It's just that I don't feel confortable changing plans with you like this". -He continued with guilt.

-"Well, it's not like you won't see me, anyway...".

-"No. I'll be there in the third stop you make, that's the part of the park I'll patrol. I have my event map with the exact place and hour. I'll be in the spot a few minutes after you arrive to make sure to be in the front when people start to gather around".

-"And you won't get in trouble for that?"

-"I asked Platt, she agreed...in fact, she got a bit excited, don't be surprised if you find her among the crowd too". That made Becca blush in embarrassment. She hadn't tought there would be so many known people around. -"I'll be in my uniform, just rememeber that if you look for me".

That made Becca giggle, she always thought her brother looked funny on his police uniform.

-"All right, Bec. We're here". -Jay said while parking the truck. -"Is there any other of your friends coming here before the show?". He tried to ask casually. He didn't like the idea of leaving his little sister alone with someone he barely knew, even though it was her teacher. Anyway, he didn't have any other option, he had to go to work.

Above all, he didn't have the hability to do her artistic make up, nor to comb her hair as it was instructed: to braids up, one on each side. They should stick back to the head forming a circle. The idea was that they looked like horns. He tried, but failed miserably. Kim and Hailey wanted to help and gave it a try but ended up cursing whoever had the idea of that hair style. That's when Becca talked to her teacher and she proposed Jay to take care of her. She knew about Becca's family situation and was genuinely glad to help that little joyful kid.

-"No". Becca answered her brother's question. -"They all are going with their moms". That last piece of information was unnecesary, but she couldn't help it. She had certain grudge inside her chest, though she probably wasn't aware of it. Jay knew better and remained silent, thoughtful.

-"Hey! I will be there!". There was no more he could say.

-"I know". She smiled. That made Becca get out of her own mind.

The carnival was already full of people when Becca and her teacher arrived. They gathered with the dance group a few minutes before it was time to start. She looked around and found Kim among the cops, they waved hello when their eyes met. Burgess immediatly send a text to Jay: I just saw her, everything's ok. She looks fine . As the overprotective brother he was, Jay had his own security plan and the team was helping him to keep on eye on his sister.

As the hour drew near, Jay started to feel a mixure of excitement and nervousness. Involuntarily, he started to approach the place his sister would dance.

-"Isn't a little bit early?" Hailey asked following him.

-"Yeah. I don't know, I guess I don't want to miss it".

-"And you need to make sure she sees you". She guessed.

-"She needs to know someone is here with her, for her".

-"Well, she has a whole elite squad looking after her around the park and waiting to see her perform. She's not precisely alone...but I know what you mean. You are a good brother, she's very lucky to have you".

Jay just stared at Hailey, not knowing how to react or what to say, since he wasn't good dealing with these kind of feelings. The distant voice of a woman caught their attention before the moment became unconfortable. It came from a microphone afar: "...Come, everyone. Follow us to the mobile dance...". She was carrying a speaker.

-"It's them". Jay said looking at the horizon, searching for his sister among the heads of the group that was approaching them. He was nervous and couldn't hide it.

"...We are a dance group created by several institutions, dedicated to spread this art to every corner..."

-"There!" Hailey said pointing at Becca when she found her. -"So that's how the hair was supposed to look, uh". She laughed.

Becca was wearing a black leotard and black tights, nothing more. Her ballerina shoes were color red. She looked relaxed, but Jay didn't buy it, he knew how good she was to hide her feelings and emotions.

A lot of people began to gather while the woman with the microphone invited them to the show. Becca was moving her head from one place to another, eyes wide opened: "He said he would be here!", she said to her teacher. And he was right in front of her, on the other side of the circle that was now formed around the pallet where the dancers would perform. When their eyes met she greeted him effusively.

There was a ballet performance first, something classic with four teen ballerinas; then there was a tap number, a cheerful piece. All of the girls were presented as part of Becca's school, but Jay wasn't really paying attention to any of them, he just applauded by inertia at the end of each song. His anxiety for Becca grew after each number and Hailey noticed, thinking that was a cute gesture coming from a man like him.

-"Now..." -The woman on the microphone spoke. It was time for the third number. -"...presenting a choreography by Martha Bennett...".

-"That's Becca's teacher". Jay tensed up, touching Hailey's shoulder.

-"...Becca Halstead".

Jay's applause was considerably louder than everyone else's while the girl got into position. The music started to play, it was a psychedelic mix with drumbs. She was moving with very precise and abrupt movements, very mesmerizing.

-"Wow!" Hailey expressed. -"I've never seen her like this. She's usually so tiny, cute and shy".

-"I didn't...knew she could do this". Jay answered without taking his eyes off his sister. Many feelings began to form inside of him.

-"She's a whole different person".

When she finished, the public applauded in a normal way. It was Jay and Hailey who did it most effusively, even shouting with excitement. Becca turned to them a little bit embarrased and gave them a forced smile.

"Thank you for staying with us, this is Mobile Dance..." They announced through the microphone when all of the numbers were over. "...Please tag us if you post our dances online...".

As soon as she could, Becca ran to her brother's arms and he hugged her tight, lifting her a little bit.

-"You killed it!" Hailey said to the little girl.

-"Thanks...I actually messed up in like a lot of parts...".

-"Don't be so hard on you! You did great!" Her teacher yelled from a few steps far.

-"I think you were perfect. I'm actually very...impressed". Jay said with pride.

-"You are?"

-"I'm really proud of you". Becca smiled with teary eyes at her brother's statement.

-"Hey! Why don't we take a picture of you two?" Hailey proposed with her cellphone in hand. -"Seems like a day to remember".

Jay and Becca posed to the camera, both showing a bright smile.

-"You should take one with us too". Becca invited her brother's partner.

-"Uh--". She hesitated looking at Jay, who nodded in agreement. -"Sure".

-"There you go!". The lady who helped them take the photo said. -"Sush a beautiful family".

-"I-- should go back to our spot". Hailey said before running away.

At the same time, the dance group was ready to move to the next station. Becca's teacher called her to go.

-"I'll see you later, ok? I'll take you to dinner, whatever you want". He said as Becca was walking to her group. Jay's heart started to beat very fast as he saw his sister depart. -"Be careful, all right?".

The girl just answered with a thumb up. One of the moms in the group noticed the scene and addressed Jay: "Don't worry, Detective. She's not alone. We are taking good care of her!"

At the other side of the festival, Burgess, Atwater and Ruzek were walking the place.

-"So where am I getting these pastries for the boss?" Kim asked with a laugh.

-"Uh, Voight likes Ferrara's". Kevin answered. -"I personally think that Scafuri's better".

-"Is that what you think?"

-"Of course".

-"Ferrara's it is". She concluded.

-"Ferrara's it is". Adam repeated.

Kevin got apart from the group for a few seconds and noticed something strange: a van parking in a closed alley. His instincts told him that something was wrong.

-"Hey, we got a dark van with no plates, 5 o'clock". He said in the radio.

-"All right". Adam answered the call. -"That alley was supposed to be closed to traffic".

Two man got out of the van and started o walk way fom the place.

-"Hey, yo, genteman!" Kevin yelled trying to stop them, but they started to run. The officer ran after them.

-"Kim, you seeing this?" Adam asked.

-"Go! Go!" She said as they reached the van. There was smoke coming from the inside, as soon as they looked out they knew it was a bomb.

-"Son of a bitch! Clear this area and go". Adam ordered. -"I got Kev!".

-"50-21 Eddie. 10-1, 10-1. Roll us a bomb squad. We've a van with a possible explosive device.

Jay and Hailey listened to the call on their radios as an explosion sounded in the distance, alarming averyone around.

-"Shit!". Jay said. -"Let's clear the area".

-"Move! Move! Everybody get out!". Hailey started yelling.

-"Sergeant?" Jay talked to his radio as he was moving people with his free arm. -"My sister was heading to the North part of the park, do you have eyes on her? I need to know if she's ok".

-"Negative" -Platt answered. There was a lot of noise in her background. -"Don't worry, Halstead, I will find her".

As soon as she ended the conversation, she started to look around for the girl, but everything was a mess. People was running around in all directions, it was hard to see their faces. At that point, most of the 21st knew who Becca was, so it was easy for Platt to order some of the cops to be aware in case she crossed their ways.

Minutes later, one of them called on the radio "Sergeant, we found the girl". The crowd had already thinned, as most of the civilians had been evacuated, so it was easy for Platt to find them.

-"Thank God!" She exclaimed when she saw the little Halstead sitting under a tree.

-"We found her on the floor. She's a bit hurt, but nothing to worry about. She must have fallen while running, some people stepped on her". The cop informed. -"She wasn't alone, she was with her teacher. It was hard to convince the lady to go".

-"All right". Platt sighed. -"I'll take care of this now. Thank you, guys!"

-"Becca, it's Trudy. Do you remember me? Your brother sent me to find you. Are you feeling all right? I heard you were a bit hurt".

-"I feel a little bit dizzy, but I'm ok".

-"I think we should go to the hospital to check you, just to make sure everything is really ok".

-"No, I---Where's Jay?"

-Your brother is working right now. They got a heavy case and he needs to be there with the team. He's very worried about you, and I promised him I would find you and take care of you. So, would you let me take you to The Med? I will be right to your side all the time, I promise".

The next thing Becca knew was that she woke up in a different place. She was lying down in a sofa, facing the wall. As her eyes began to slowly open, she heard a distant conversation: "The doctor was worried for the hits in the head, but she said there is no damage, appart from some bruises and scratches she's completely fine. She asked me to call your father to know if he was home, and also to let him know she was fine. She didn't want him to pick her up, tough. She waited for you."

She turned around when she heard a door open and some foot steps approaching. Thet's when she noticed she wasn't wearing her dance clothes anymore. Instead, she was wearing a gray sweater with the CPD logo printed on the front. That's when she realized she was in the bullpen, the coffee room to be precisely, it looked so different at night with the lights off.

-"Hey there, sleepy beauty". Jay said crouching down to her level. -"I was told you were waiting for me. Sorry for the delay".

-"What time is it?" Becca asked standing up.

-"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. You hit your head, you gotta take it easy. How are you feeling?".

-"I'm fine, I'm just sleepy and tired. Sergent Platt took me to the hospital, The Med. Guess what: Will wasn't there". She said simply, while stretching her arms. Jay stared at his sister with sorrow.

-"Come on. I'll take you home, you need to rest properly". He stood up, but the girl didn't follow him. She just stared at the floor, immersed in her toughts.

-"Bec...".

-"Yeah, sure. I'm coming".

It was strange for Becca to see the building that empty. There was not a soul in the reception, except for Trudy, who was already leaving, and Hailey who was waiting for Jay to give her a ride.

-"Look at you, girl. Rocking the CPD sweater". Hailey said hugging her with one arm as they walked to the exit.

-"Can I keep it?"

-"Of course you can, sweetheart. It suits you well". Platt said with a smile.

-"I can't thank you enough for today, Trudy. Really, thanks for taking care of her".

-"Don't worry. It was my pleassure, Jay".

Jay was at the wheel driving unusually slow, Hailey was his co-pilot. Becca was in the back seat, her head agains the window. The road was dead silent. It could be because it was late and everyone was tired, but Jay knew her sister was holding something, that she wanted to say it but didn't know how to.

-"It was a day full of emotions, uh?" Hailey threw the question into the air. She was also feeling the tension between the siblings.

-"Yes it was". Becca answered with a dry tone.

Hailey turned to look at Jay, as he looked at his sister through the mirror.

-"Ok, Bec. Talk to me, what's on your mind?" He asked tenderly, not caring about his partener's presence.

-"He was there, Jay". Becca spit it out.

-"Who?" He was very intrigued.

-"Dad". She answered after a few seconds of silence.

-"Where?"

-"In the park. Dad was in the festival. He saw me dancing, Jay". Becca frowned. She had to wipe away a few tears before they rolled down her cheeks. She didn't want them to see her cry about it.

Without noticing, Jay started to drive even slower, his mind going in circles. Hailey passed her hand to the back part of the truck to touch Becca's knee in a reassuring gesture.

-"Here we are". Jay sighed as he parked the truck in the usual spot, away from the house. -"Hey, today's plans were ruined, but we can have luch tomorrow". He turned to his sister. -"You choose what you want. We can also have a movie day if you wan to".

-"I like that". She smiled. -"Can I stay with you tomorrow?".

-"Sure. Just make sure you grab your uniform. For now, let's go, you shouldn't be out of bed. I'll walk you to the porch". When he got out of the car, he turned to the co-pilot seat: "Sorry for the waiting. It won't take long, Hails".

They were in the middle of the street when the door of the house suddenly opened. Both of the siblings freezed, their dad was there, standing in the door frame. Jay felt a heat inside of him that didn't let him move, he only reacted when Becca touched his hand.

-"It's ok. I can carry my bags". She said as she took them carefully from her brother. -"You don't have to say or explain anything. I know".

Becca hugged her brother goodbye: "See you tomorrow. Don't forget!". And she walked to the entrance, nervously.

Unwittingly, Jay was giving small steps back, until he made sure that the little girl crossed the fence and he turned back straight to the truck. Hailey saw everything, and even when she was not so sure of what was going on, she felt sympathy with his partner.

The two detectives stared to the front, watching how Becca was received by her dad. She stopped in front of him, they were having a small conversation. Jay was in a defensive position, ready to act if he needed to. Unexpectedly, they witnessed how Mr. Halstead hugged his daughter for a fragment of sencond. From the distance, Jay could tell Becca was crying. He was also submerged in a sea of ​​feelings.

-"A day full of emotions indeed, wasn't it?" Hailey broke the silence when the door of the house closed. She had a very strong impulse of hugging him, as if she knew he needed that kind of containment.

-"Yes is was". Jay answered swallowing his tears.

-"Want a beer and talk/not talk about it?" She offered.

-"Yeah. That would be helpful".

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Day 1 (September 23) - Family/Childhood

The day was blissfully calm and perfect for a nice sweet calm fall season.

The dorm of Heartslabyul was calm after a long long week of crazy class and club schedules, enjoying the smooth transition of hard student life to a relaxing hang out in the dorm’s lounge as Trey brought over more snacks and tea to study. 

The green haired gent looked up as the dorm’s head, Riddle Rosehearts, walked into the lounge with some papers of the dorm schedule and smiles. Even after being in Night Raven for a few years he always maps out every little thing that is needed to keep his dorm in order.

“Hmm? Nah, I’ve been in love before.”

Riddle and his vice dorm head look to their left at the large couch in the lounge and stare at one of their freshmen, a red haired boy with crazed taste for many insane adventures and rebellion against the morals and rules of Heartslabyul and Night Raven Collage itself named Ace Trappola, a lovely thorn in their Queen’s side.

Ace sits lazily in the couch’s center being surrounded by his fellow mates of Heartslabyul, hands busy with cards shuffling back and forth with a grin and healthy glow of flush that barely covers his soft freckles.

One of the other freshmans laughed, “Oh yeah, that girlfriend you mentioned from your Junior days.”

Ace laughs some in return, a hand reaching up and rubbing his neck’s back, “Well, no, actually. With her we weren’t that long into serious town. Nah, I mean someone else.”

Riddle bit back a sigh as he rolled his eyes, annoyed the calm afternoon was done thanks to Ace wanting to brag about his love life as self-centered as he always is. He turned his back away and looked at the schedule again, ready to interrupt this “lovely tale” with his words as another student pipes up, “Eh?? You have a list of hearts Trappola?”

“Huh? No dumb-dumb! I’m certain at the time she was my soul mate. My… first love.”

The words stopped Riddle from stopping the words that flow out the ginger’s mouth like running water.

“It was a few days before my 9th birthday, my mum just picked me up from my sports club activities and took me and my big brother to town so she can do some shoppin’. I was wondering about when I saw her.”

Ace smiles as the faint glow of nostalgic glee fills his red eyes, “She had this red ribbon in her hair and these big beautiful blue eyes, like the ocean was in her eyes instead of color. And man was her smile just so damn cute~”

Everyone looked at Ace, smiling at the surprisingly wholesome expression on his face as he talked about this mystery girl.

“Well don’t hold us out Ace-Chan, what’s her name~?” Pestered Cater with a happy grin, his hands and face features proving he’s just melting over how cute this is becoming than how it may have started if the wild card said something else with love.

Ace shrugged, “I don’t know.”

. . .

“HUH!?”

“How do you not know? Did you never ask?!” Called out Deuce, peacock eyes widen like the tea cups on the table that stare at Ace who rubbed his ear from the outburst near him.

“I tried to get her name but I was too late okay?!” After he sighs, Ace went on, “I saw her again the next day and I entered this tea cafe my family loved to go to, Mad Hat’s Tea House, they had this little book nook area where you rent stories and whatevers. And there she was, sitting at one of the tables reading a book on Magic Tricks. So I went up to her and we chatted for a bit. But then after I told her my name and she was just about to tell me her’s… Her mum called for her. And I never saw that girl again…”

Riddle’s eyes soften at the clear ache in Ace’s words when telling the tragedy of meeting, to whom he assumed, his “soul mate” only to never meet her again. Isn’t that ironic..? He thought to himself.

His blue-gray eyes soon caught Ace’s very name on the schedule for hedgehog feedings and pushed his tinted lips out in thought. 

“What about you, Dorm Head? Ever been in love~?”

Ace’s familiar teasing tone brought Riddle back to the world of reality as he held back a sign of “Oh dammit to Hell, here we go again” in his throat.

Black gloves gripping the paper slightly harsher before he spoke, mentally weighing the idea of amusing the very thought until the decision was made, “For your information, yes, I have. But that was just some puppy love of youth.”

The dorm erupted in questions when hearing such news from their house prefect, the very idea of him admitting to a childhood love is a shock after all!

“Come on, come on don’t tease us with a taste Riddle-San! Tell us more~ More~!” Whined Cater which honestly with the utter display of his spring green puppy dog eyes and quivering peachy pink pouty lips was amusing for the red head to see.

Bringing his hands up, Riddle waved in small back and forth as he suppressed the small smile of amusement as his voice croaked in words, “Okay okay, just calm down first.”

He almost snorted seeing everyone sit down fast like it’s Circle Story Time for a bunch of children.

The dorm leader brought a knuckle up and cleared his throat before he perked up, “I was 10 and at the time I was, well, on a tight leash if I shall be honest. My mother was in serious need of grocery shopping for our usual things and so she took me along. We arrived at a tea cafe to gather some of the special tea leaves my mother loved, and she allowed me to wander a bit. Then…”

With a flutter of an eye he saw a semi sweet tooth gap of a grin of a sweet face of the girl who, though he’ll never dare admit, sticks within his day dreams of hopes to see her again.

Guess it is ironic huh?

“Then… she came into my view. She stood there, telling me about these… ponies she adores near the farmer’s market and was shocked to hear I haven’t seen one at this time of my life…”

As everyone listened, Ace shifted in his seat, a question of an eyebrow on his face as the sentence circles around his head like a forgotten and broken halo. Ponies He thought, How strange-

“Sadly however I had to leave sooner than I would’ve hoped. But that single conversation got me a little… giddy I guess you can say. Her kind smile showed no bounds of my memories even. So yes, I have been in love before.” Riddle finished his story, looking at everyone’s face of awe and “Awww my Seven that’s so cute” mostly from Cater and Trey who were just staring at their friend in pure wholesome heart melts.

“Th-That’s so sad, Riddle-San… Are you okay??” Asked Cater as he tried to wrap his arms in a hug, catching out a whine of a half sob when he gets rejected of said hug thanks to Riddle’s quick step to the right. 

Trey spoke up, patting Cater’s back as he does, a soft warm smile on his lips, “I never knew that. Honestly, I’m surprised.” Riddle smiles some and nods, “Yes,” Said he, “I was surprised as well. It didn’t really take me until a year to actually realize I had these feelings and put them into words properly.”

“P…Ponies…”

Riddle turned to his rouge rebellious card soldier with a quirked eyebrow. “Yes?” He asked, confused but ready to shout if he needed to with a single wrong word of Ace.

Ace rubbed his neck with a laugh, “So your first love got you into horses huh?”

Riddle paused but smiled, even laughing a bit in return, “Ahaha, yes. I guess she did influence me in a way. And your first love seemed to have sparked some magic in you too?”

“Yep! After that day, I begged my grandpa and pops to show me some tricks so I can impress her one day. How weird though, we both met our first loves at a tea house cafe-”

“Eh? Oh, yes, a very funny coincidence…”

“Yeah, funny indeed…”

The two stare at each other in some silence, almost trying to read each other’s thoughts through eyes and stance.

Then, Ace snorted.

“Hey hey, if either of us meet her again, I call dibs on the first move!”

Riddle’s face flared up in frustration. “What? She isn’t some property we bet and call dibs on! And besides that, why would you make the first move??”

Ace laughs again, “You’re kidding right? I learned magic for her. The least I can do is wow her with it!”

As the two bicker, which as many expected ended with Ace getting collared for his tongue and Riddle marching off in a humph, the rest of the dorm replay the stories from today in their heads.

All the while, a vice dorm head and his buddy soon look at each other and give each other a knowing yet soft smirk on their lips.

Isn’t that ironic?

This fic is heavily inspired by these two songs

First fic for the @ridoaceweek

If you haven't picked it up, Ace and Riddle are both FtM Transgenders and only know of there past selves of their actual soulmates. I personally would see Cater and Trey and Chenya knowing Riddle's trans while Ace is more secretive cause he's stubborn as shit

Also, I always headcanoned Riddle chose to have red hair but wasn't actually born with it, a little nod to the Queen of Heart's black hair in the film.

I also kind of tried to imply but guess I didn't do a good job of it that after the incident where Riddle's mum found Riddle with Trey instead of studying she forbad him from doing what he loves as a punishment, this sadly resulted in taking all of Riddle's pants and making him dress in dresses and forced him to grow his hair out and be more "girlish" again as punishment for not studying

While Ace just didn't know he was trans yet

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Talking Nonsense - also on AO3

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Yuta's getting kind of sick of Claudio's sex puns, but…if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

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Alternate title: the five times Claudio nails a stupid sex joke and the one time Yuta did. Title from Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter.

~

“Are you actually watching this movie?” Yuta asks, placing a hand on Claudio’s thigh.

Claudio turns to him. “Are you?”

Yuta shakes his head and drops to his knees in front of Claudio. “Not even a little bit.”

Claudio licks his lips and lifts his hips off the couch to shove his sweatpants down. Yuta loves quality time with his man, obviously, but there’s something about the Blackpool sweatpants that makes it impossible for him to be chill. He locks eyes with Claudio as he licks up his hand.

“My goodness,” Claudio says. “Someone’s eager today.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. “Well, your fault for those stupid sweatpants.”

Teasing, he strokes Claudio’s cock with the tiniest amount of grip to get Claudio twitching, his breathing speeding up. Fuck around with that oh so perfect heart rate a little. When he’s played enough, he wraps his lips around the head of Claudio’s cock, hovering for a moment before sinking all the way down. Claudio moans. It feels like praise.

Yuta notes, as he bobs on Claudio’s cock, that his practice has been paying off. For Claudio too, he assumes, but for different reasons.

He’s really getting into it when he hears Claudio chuckle. He glances up to meet Claudio’s sparkling eyes.

Claudio reaches down to run his thumb along Yuta’s cheekbone. “You really do suck at this.”

Yuta pulls off of Claudio’s dick. “Excuse me?” he asks. “Your response to me deep throating you is to tell me I suck?”

“Yeah,” Claudio says, and there’s something behind his eyes that tells Yuta he’s about to unleash havoc. “You suck.” He reaches out and wipes some spit from the corner of Yuta’s mouth. “Quite talented at sucking. Get it?”

Yuta groans and flops backward on the hardwood floor. “It was a blowjob pun?” he whines. “That’s what you thought was sexy?”

“I thought it was funny,” Claudio says. Yuta looks over to see him with the giddiest smile on his face. “I find I don’t need to do much to be sexy.”

“So you sabotage yourself,” Yuta says. He gets to his feet. “You’re so hot you pick up shitty dad jokes to make people lose their boners. It’s a disarming technique. I get it.”

Claudio points down to his still impressively hard dick. “It did not make me lose my boner.”

“Fuck off,” Yuta grumbles. He strips off his clothes and walks into Claudio’s bedroom. He shouts behind himself, “I can’t believe I still want you to fuck me.”

~

Yuta wins another match for the Pure title – he’s losing track of his victories – and Claudio steals him back to the hotel before the taping is even over to go wild on him. Yuta’s riding his cock before he knows it, eyes closed and hands flat on Claudio’s chest.

“Fuck,” Yuta whispers. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Claudio’s tone is interesting. Yuta opens his eyes. Claudio’s gaze sears into him, hands iron vices on Yuta’s thighs. “Tell me more.”

“I love how you fill me,” Yuta breathes, rocking. “I love everything about your cock.”

Claudio’s lips quirk.

“What?”

“I’d tell you a joke about my penis,” Claudio says, and Yuta’s been in this situation too many times not to be on guard, “but I fear you’d think I was being cocky.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Yuta says, swiveling his hips so that Claudio shuts up. His whole dreamy moment is broken, replaced instead with a singular need to come and also maybe make fun of Claudio for the rest of the night. “I’m gonna come, then I’m gonna kill you, and if anybody asks me why I’ll tell them what you just said.”

“Rather violent,” Claudio mumbles.

“We’re the Blackpool Combat Club!” Yuta yells, and he starts rolling on Claudio’s cock harder. “Our whole thing is violence!”

“You seem distressed,” Claudio muses. “Perhaps our typical strategy isn’t working to calm you down.” He sits up and rolls them over, throwing Yuta on his back. “Better?”

“No,” Yuta grumbles, but he does feel better when Claudio slides back inside of him. “A little.”

“Good,” Claudio says, “I always feel better when I’m on top of things.”

Claudio laughs and Yuta comes, and it’s all much funnier than it has any right to be.

~

“I can’t believe,” Yuta says, first thing when he wakes up, “you made fun of Mox when you were literally inside me last night.” They have matches on Collision tonight so they’re up earlier than he’d like, but he’d prefer to wake up next to Claudio than anywhere else.

Claudio rolls over and kisses Yuta’s forehead. “When would you prefer for me to make fun of Mox? During dinner?”

“Generally, any time we’re not mid-fuck,” Yuta mumbles. “Also, turn off your alarm. It’s awful.”

“It’s hilarious,” Claudio argues, and finally George Michael stops screaming at them to wake him up before they go-go. “And accurate. What better way to wake up?”

“With your mouth on my dick, for one,” Yuta grumbles. He rolls into Claudio’s chest. “Speaking of which –”

“We don’t have time.” Claudio wraps a strong arm around Yuta’s back. “Though I can’t say I’m disinterested. Tonight?”

“Tonight,” Yuta replies.

They dress and hit the gym before heading over to the venue, hitting the showers with a little handsyness until the door swings open.

“Nobody better be fucking in here,” Mox yells. They hear a thud.

Claudio sighs, looking down at where the two of them are rutting against each other.

“Not technically,” Yuta yells, and he rolls his hips again. Claudio moans.

“Technical enough that Swiss is making those weird sex noises.” Yuta only has time to register what the stomping is before Mox rips open the shower curtain.

“Gross,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “You could have at least invited me.”

“You,” Claudio says, “are always late.”

Mox rolls his eyes and pulls off his shirt. “You’re always impatient.”

“You’re always a bitch,” Yuta retorts. He flicks Mox’s nipple.

“Hey!” Mox turns away. “I told you, they’re sensitive.”

Yuta grins at him. “That’s why I did it.”

“Be nice to him,” Claudio says, “he can’t take a joke.”

Yuta snorts.

“What?” Mox asks.

He glances over to Claudio. “Should I tell him the joke from last night?”

“I think that’s a risk you’d be a fool not to take.” Claudio’s eyes are sparkling.

“Mox,” Yuta says, trying to keep a straight face, “what’s the difference between you and a joke?”

Mox frowns. “What?”

“You can take three dicks.”

Mox’s jaw drops. “You really think so?” Now there’s light in his eyes that Yuta sort of hates. “I mean, I’ve been considering it. Bryan brought up something similar a few months ago, but I wasn’t sure who would be the right choice, you know. Are you two offering?”

Claudio laughs, and Yuta wonders where he went so wrong that he’s the butt of this joke.

The three of them do fuck around in the shower, hands and mouths and dicks and laughter, so, at the very least, Yuta gets an orgasm out of it.

~

“God,” Yuta moans. He arches back against Claudio’s mouth, tempted to bite the pillow. “Claudio, keep going.”

Claudio’s tongue is talented and intentional, fucking in and out of Yuta as his hand grasps Yuta’s cock.

“This is so intense,” Yuta pants.

Claudio pulls back. “It’s intense? I didn’t know we were camping.”

Yuta turns around. “Seriously?”

“You opened the door for that one, love.”

Yuta flops onto his stomach. “Please fuck me so I forget about this conversation.” He hears a click and a chuckle in the background.

“Gladly.”

~

When Yuta comes back to work after a few weeks off, Claudio doesn’t leave his side for more than a few minutes or a match, hands on him. Yuta’s zinging with anticipation, knowing what awaits him once they’re truly alone.

They fuck wildly, no time for fanfare or foreplay. They start off tangled together, with Claudio’s forehead pressed to Yuta’s as they move together. Yuta’s in Claudio’s lap, rocking against him, surrounded and engulfed by him. They move, shift, until Yuta’s on his back and Claudio is driving into him with single minded intent. When Claudio bites down on the side of his neck,  Yuta comes so hard it goes from his belly to his chest.

“You missed me,” Claudio says, leaning down to kiss Yuta.

“Of course I missed you,” Yuta murmurs against his lips.

Claudio chuckles. “No,” he says, “I mean, you missed me.” He points to the mess on Yuta’s belly and his unmussed stomach.

“I – are you making another sex joke?” Yuta drops his head back against the pillow. “Next time I’m going to come all over your face so you at least look as stupid as your jokes are.”

Claudio blinks at him.

“Oh, of course you’re into that,” Yuta says. “Fine. Sure. Next time, I’ll come on your face and tell you I didn’t miss you.”

“I think you’ll find I would enjoy that.”

~

Yuta comes to the next Dynamite armed. He’d spent a disturbing amount of time on Reddit finding sex puns and being horrified by men as a whole, but had gathered a decent amount of good jokes to interrupt Claudio’s day.

“Hey, babe,” Yuta says, wrapping his arms around the tree trunk of a man in front of him. “What kind of bees produce milk for their young?”

Claudio turns to him, perplexed. “I wouldn’t call honey a milk, quite, but it could be perceived as such. So, I suppose, honey bees.”

“Boo-bees,” Yuta says. The wind is out of his sails now. “Boobies. It’s a sex joke.”

“Ah,” Claudio says, nodding. It feels almost pitying or disappointed. “Sure. Good work, darling.” He turns to kiss Yuta’s cheek. “Anyway. Care to join us for coffee?”

Yuta’s pouty and annoyed the whole afternoon.

~

Claudio’s straight up pouting as he comes back to the locker room from the ring.

“Oh, cheer up, baby,” Yuta says. “You did great.” It’s not a good moment. But it’s a funny one. “Sometimes life’s like a penis. All of a sudden it gets hard.”

Mox snorts so hard in the corner he chokes, and Bryan has to pound him on the back.

“Christ!” Mox wheezes. “Read the room, man.”

Yuta shrugs. “It was worth a shot.”

“What was worth a shot?” Bryan asks, frowning. “A bad joke with terrible timing?”

“Be kind to him,” Claudio says, yanking Yuta in and giving him a noogie. “He’s terrible at telling jokes.”

“I am not!”

“Your timing,” Claudio says, “is atrocious.”

~

Claudio goes after him like a starving animal, mouth on Yuta’s like possession and hands digging marks into Yuta’s skin.

“Jeez,” Yuta mumbles. “You missed me. It’s been, like, a week.”

“I always miss you,” Claudio says.

They’re naked in seconds, Claudio’s mouth on Yuta opening him up with fervor and intent.

“Jesus,” Yuta gasps. “I was thinking earlier you wanted to eat me alive, but this feels kind of literal.”

“You’re ready, then,” Claudio says. He flips Yuta onto his back. “Yes?”

“Yeah,” Yuta says. He watches as Claudio slicks up his cock, messier than usual, more frantic and careless as usual. “You okay?”

“I forget,” Claudio says, arranging Yuta’s legs with his arms. His hands are covered in lube, like he was too impatient to be careful. “I forget how much I miss you when you’re not around.” His eyes go soft, gentle. “Are you ready, my love.”

“Always,” Yuta breathes.

They don’t always make love, like this. They don’t always gasp against each other, move slowly, stroke each other’s faces.

It feels almost wrong to ruin it, but Yuta has a plan, and he’s not one to pivot. He readies himself for his masterpiece. The line he’s been saving up for ages. “Sometimes,” he says softly, gazing into Claudio’s eyes, “home is a person.”

“That’s beautiful, Wheeler,” Claudio says. His eyes are fire on Yuta’s, burning with something they’ve said a million times and will say a million more.

“Sometimes home is a person,” Yuta repeats, “because you can come inside.”

Claudio laughs so hard he falls off the bed, curled into a little ball. Yuta grins down at him.

“I got you!” Yuta says. “Hah! I consider this a victory, by the way.”

“You should!” Claudio giggles. He’s beaming when he looks up at Yuta. “That was great!” He wipes at the tears in his eyes and pulls himself back up on the bed. “Did you come up with that on your own?”

Yuta scoffs. “No. The internet has a bunch of good sex puns. I’ve been researching for days.”

Claudio stares at him. “You’ve been researching sex puns to make me laugh for the past few days?” He leans in and cups Yuta’s face in his hands. “Wheeler Yuta, that is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” He leans in and kisses Yuta. “Now. Shall we get back to fucking, or are you,” he presses his lips together, “finished?”

“That one wasn’t even good,” Yuta says. He shoves Claudio on his back and slides back down on him. “That, though. That’s good.”

“I know,” Claudio says, “you’ve said as much. Many times.”

“No need to get cocky about it,” Yuta grumbles. He begins rocking, eyes fluttering shut as Claudio’s cock hits his prostate.

“Cocky about it?” Claudio asks. He grabs Yuta’s hips and helps with the motions, building both of them faster toward their release. “Was that another pun, or a happy accident?”

“Call it whatever you want,” Yuta says. Claudio’s hands, tight on his skin, are the only thing Yuta can focus on other than how good it feels to get fucked by Claudio. “Just get me off.”

“Romantic,” Claudio grumbles. “You could at least be in the moment and pretend you love me.”

“Pretend,” Yuta scoffs. “You’re sulking. How would Bryan and Mox react if they saw you acting all sulky?”

Claudio rolls his eyes. “They would not believe you, as you’re the one who sulks.”

“All four of us do,” Yuta replies. He’s about to add more, but then Claudio’s hand is on him and his brain whites out.

“There you are,” Claudio murmurs. “I love you, Wheeler Yuta. Even when you’re being awful.”

It hurtles at him like a freight train, and Yuta’s coming all over the place, messy and unrelenting, as Claudio fucks him into silence.

“Isn’t it nice to be sweet?” Claudio asks. He shoves up into Yuta one last time, balancing Yuta on strong thighs, and Yuta shivers as the aftershocks run into him alongside Claudio’s come.

“Nice to be a bitch,” Yuta says.” He throws a leg off of Claudio’s hips, flopping with his legs on top of Claudio’s. He shoots Claudio a smile. “I mean, that’s what you and Mox and Bryan taught me to do, right?”

“We taught you to be a little shit,” Claudio replies. He grabs Yuta by the waist and hauls him in.

“Same thing.” Yuta relaxes into Claudio’s chest. “I gotta go shower.”

“You’re almost snoring.”

“Yeah, well, you got me wet, so now I have to get myself wet.”

Claudio laughs. “Another pun attempt?”

“No,” Yuta says. He gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom. “Just a fact.” He tosses a grin over his shoulder. “You coming?”

“Fairly certain I already did.”

Yuta thinks he should just give up.

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Elze’ith has extensive knowledge of protective magic. That knowledge serves Lord Denholm well.

Contains: Intimate whumper, vampire whumper, bloodbag whumpee, gilded cage, noncon kissing, magic whump, mind control, mental link between whumper and whumpee, begging

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“Since you are so talented with wards and protective magics, I wished to consult with you about something, my light.” Lord Denholm’s voice was smooth, casual. “If you were seeking to prevent someone from using magic, but still wanted to leave them relatively free and capable of moving about, where would you start?”

Elze’ith stilled. “Is there a reason why you are asking, milord?”

Lord Denholm merely smiled. “It is always good to have… precautions.”

That answer did nothing to ease the anxiety that was building in Elze’ith’s heart. He averted his gaze from Lord Denholm, instead looking down at his notebook. He tapped his pen against the page a few times before he began to sketch out a set of glyphs.

“There are wards that prevent the use of magic. Normally wards are restricted to a specific location— a magic circle is the most common form, but rooms, buildings, even entire cities can be warded in this way. All that is necessary is a discrete course for the magic to run through.

“For a person…” He swallowed. Protective magic was never meant to work like this. “The body can work as the focal point for the magic to circulate through. Wards are not meant to be inscribed on living tissue, though,” and for good reason, “So the magic would need an intermediary in order to properly take hold.”

“I see,” Lord Denholm said. “What would you suggest?”

I would not suggest doing this at all, he thought traitorously, but instead he just kept sketching. “Ideally, a set of iron cuffs, inlaid with lead. Iron is the best material for artificing, and lead has innate anti-magic properties, so the two should work well for this purpose. Keeping the wards near the hands will ensure that the wards are strongest where the majority of the spellcasting originates from within the body.” He pushed his notebook towards Lord Denholm a bit. “These modified glyphs should satisfy what you are looking for. One to prevent the use of magic, one to focus the glyphs’ power on the body, one to draw power for the glyphs from the wearer of the cuffs rather than the creator. I might need to adjust them further, but I believe that they should look approximately like this.”

Lord Denholm studied the glyphs for a moment. Then he looked up at Elze’ith and smiled. “Brilliant as always. I knew asking you was the right move.”

In a smooth motion, Lord Denholm leaned across the table, took the back of Elze’ith’s head, and kissed him. Elze’ith instinctively froze. The kiss lasted only a few moments before Lord Denholm pulled away again. If anything, his smile was bigger.

“I’ll get started on the design for these. I hope you’ll continue to help me perfect them, my light.”

There was nothing Elze’ith could do but agree.

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A deep cold sensation settled over Elze’ith as the iron cuffs latched onto his wrists.

Lord Denholm regarded him, his gaze piercing. Normally they sat across from each other in Lord Denholm’s study, but the other man had sat down next to Elze’ith on the small couch to affix the cuffs for the final check. “How do they feel?”

Elze’ith shuddered and flexed his hands. The magic that he had carried with him for centuries now felt distant and muted, almost completely out of reach. As though he had overexerted himself, but without the pain and exhaustion that accompanied such endeavors. He felt vulnerable, uniquely so, in a way that was unsettling, especially with Lord Denholm so close. “It feels… wrong. Not bad, per se, just… unnatural.”

“Hm. Well, do they work?”

With a small flourish of his hand he attempted to create a small ball of light. It was a simple spell, one that required hardly any magic or effort on his part. But he had to reach far deeper than normal to access even the small spark necessary for the spell, and as he brought it forth, it was absorbed by the cuffs rather than released into the world as light as he intended.

The effort left him breathing a little bit heavier than normal. He shook his head minutely. “My magic is not working. I would say that they work as intended.”

Lord Denholm finally smiled. “Brilliant. I knew your design would be perfect.”

Elze’ith felt heat rise to his cheeks. He started to brush off the compliment, but Lord Denholm’s mouth was on his before he had a chance to speak. The kiss was gentle at first, but Lord Denholm grew more insistent. One hand gripped Elze’ith’s hair, and the other squeezed his hand. Revulsion sat heavy in the pit of his stomach, but he was keenly aware of how he was trapped and powerless, in more ways than one. So he just closed his eyes, and let Lord Denholm press into his mouth, and prayed that he wouldn’t take things any further.

Lord Denholm seemed to have other plans, though; he traced a path with his mouth down the side of Elze’ith’s neck, just as he had on multiple prior occasions. Elze’ith took a deep breath and tried to relax as Lord Denholm’s fangs sank into his throat.

Pain blossomed at the site of the bite. The normal ache of having his blood pulled from his body was now accompanied by a deeper, wrenching sting as his suppressed magic was forced out. Elze’ith grit his teeth and groaned at the sensation, fighting his body’s instinct to pull away. In response, Lord Denholm stroked his hair. The gesture was almost comforting.

The feeding was shorter than normal, which Elze’ith was grateful for. Lord Denholm looked thoughtful as he pulled away. “You taste different with the cuffs on. The magic in your blood is far less potent.” He licked his lips, and Elze’ith found himself looking away. “A shame. I do wonder, though.”

Lord Denholm brought his hand to Elze’ith’s chin and tilted it up ever so slightly, so they were looking each other in the eye. “Try to heal yourself for me, my light.”

The command wrapped around Elze’ith’s mind like a snare. His heartbeat quickened in his chest. There was no way that he would be able to heal himself with the warded cuffs still on. Elze’ith knew that; surely Lord Denholm knew that as well. And yet he had commanded it anyway.

Elze’ith’s left hand was still being held by Lord Denholm, but his right hand was free to rise to the punctures in his neck. He thought that a powerful surge might be enough to overwhelm the wards and break through, so he drew deep and tried to bring out as much as he could at once. For a moment, it seemed like it would work; he wasn’t able to harness all of his magic, but enough came to the surface that he thought he might be able to heal the bite. But the warded cuffs immediately responded, absorbing all that he had summoned until he was once again powerless. He let out a breath, feeling winded and drained.

The command was still in place, however. Lord Denholm was still watching expectantly. Hand trembling, he tried again, drawing deeper still. It was akin to straining an overworked muscle; he was able to bring some magic forth, but his whole body ached doing so. And just as before the magic fizzled out before it could be released, as the wards on the cuffs did what they were designed to do.

He was breathing heavily now. There was a glint of amusement in Lord Denholm’s eyes. He could barely feel his magic reserves any more, but the command still pressed against him, so he had no choice but to keep trying, pulling from a well that was all but empty only to have the water stolen before he could drink it. With each attempt the strain grew greater, until a deep ache had settled into his bones. If he was forced to keep trying, he was certain the conflict between the command and the cuffs would tear him apart.

“Please,” he gasped, searching Lord Denholm’s gaze for any sign of mercy.  “This is— I cannot— The cuffs will not let me— Please—”

“Shhh,” Lord Denholm murmured. The command released him all at once, and Elze’ith went limp in relief. Lord Denholm pulled Elze’ith in close, and though Elze’ith tried to pull away, he didn’t have the strength to contest Lord Denholm’s firm grasp. “That’s enough. My light, you did beautifully.” His hand resumed stroking Elze’ith’s hair.

The contrast between his amused, calculating expression and this sudden praise and comfort was jarring. Elze’ith wasn’t quite sure what to think of it, but there was something assuring about being held like this, so he let himself indulge in the sensation, fabricated though it might have been. Lord Denholm continued to murmur soft words of comfort to Elze’ith as he slowly stopped trembling.

They stayed like that for a long moment, before Lord Denholm finally pulled away slightly. “My light, I’m proud of you. You did so well.” The affection in his expression seemed entirely genuine. “I would say that those cuffs are perfect. Let me get those off of you.”

His hands were exceedingly gentle as he opened the cuffs and pulled them off Elze’ith’s wrists. Elze’ith sighed as the cold sensation faded and his magic, though drained, returned to his fingertips. After flexing his hands a few times, he brought his hand up to his neck and finally healed the bite wound properly. The ache from trying to summon his magic against the cuffs, on the other hand, would need time to fade.

“I’ll have Ivetta store these somewhere safe,” Lord Denholm said. “For now, though, I believe Wallace should be done with dinner right about now. Shall we?”

“Of course, milord.” Elze’ith was exhausted, but he still stood and dutifully followed Lord Denholm out of the study towards the dining hall. After all, there was nothing he could do but agree.

[thehomebodydiaries]

i’m exhausted. i feel like i haven’t really had any alone time for like a month, but i’ve also been having increasingly disturbing thoughts when i am left to ponder alone. and people wonder why i need to be stoned all the time.

retail therapy is scary, though. i’ve recently recalled how much i love to read (escapism is a hell of a mistress), so i’ve spent way more money than i should’ve this past week. quite a stress point, tbh, but i’m justifying it because i was out celebrating my third year anniversary with my boyfriend. we happened to celebrate on free comic book day, so we went to acme comics and i was expecting, like, two free comics. but when we walked through the door, there was a girl to the right with a table holding stacks of plastic bags all filled with like sixteen comics, and she just held out a bag and said, “free comic books?” to which i responded, “yes please!” and then i proceeded to spend $80 on more comics, one of which is old man logan. for those of you who don’t know, it’s a comic that was actually intended to be a standalone, but there have since been additions, and this is the comic that inspired the movie logan. it depicts wolverine as an old man with his healing capabilities slowing down tremendously; the world’s supervillains have banded together like the heroes do, but because there are more villains than heroes, they’ve killed the vast majority of heroes: captain america, iron man, thor, daredevil… it’s a really depressing comic book, honestly, but it’s amazing all the same.

this is random and irrelevant but my favorite fnaf character has changed from fun time foxy to puppet - i adore her and want a life sized version of her to put on my couch. she reminds me of a d&d character that i created in my homebrew world; his name is face and he’s a sentient wooden puppet that’s like five feet tall and has no facial features so he wears a mask and speaks telepathically to people, but is entirely silent until he trusts someone enough to know his secret.

i also got a cute new cup and an all black sanrio cinnabon stuffie that looks perfect on my bed, plus several books that i should not have bought because they’re expensive. i’ve been writing a lot this week too! my ability to get everything i write at work is hindered though because i can’t access certain things from home or my phone because my phone is way too old and won’t updated to the necessary versions to download certain apps. so i’m trying to brainstorm while i’m at work and actually write while i’m at home… but with two or three hours in between breaks, i have a lot of ideas, and remembering all of them is difficult. i might have to convince my boss to send them to me somehow… although i have to admit i’d be a little shy about him potentially reading it. i don’t think he’s much of a reader, and i think he’s kind enough to not read it if i asked him not to. idk, we’ll see.

holy shit palworld is way harder than any pokemon game i have ever played, but it is so addicting. speaking of video games, i’ve been really wanting to make a save file for the sims 4, so that might be something i do during a stream. i think i might try to stream on the weekends, but i’ve gotta redo quite a few things and make sure everything is good to go. i know exactly who i’d want as moderators for when they are necessary, but i would be lying if i said i wasn’t really nervous about streaming. i know i don’t want to use my camera just yet, and i don’t exactly have money for a v-tube artist right now, but i have been meaning to look at artists i would like to hire when i do have more disposable income. this imposter syndrome is just… a huge obstacle. if i can learn to cope with it or overcome it, i’ll be unstoppable. but it’s so much deeper than my meds can reach, and it’s so difficult to find the energy to fight something so rooted in my being.

alright, i didn’t mean for it to get that dark, but… i did say i’ve been having increasingly darker thoughts lately. and rants like that are exactly why i started this blog to begin with. i am learning how to love myself and give myself the life i deserve.

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I remember that night well. It was the middle of the night with a full moon, and a beautiful sky. I Was sitting at my desk with the window open and candle light surrounding me as I was working on a new embroidery project. It was the beginning of spring which might have been ironic to some, but perfect to me.  I was starting to grow a little tired though but I fought to sleep like I do every night. The sky was just too pretty and the project had just begun. I was embroidering a large circular fabric that was going to depict the spring night sky in my area. It was going to take a while and I was starting to worry I wont ever get it finished. It was just one part of the full project, after all. It was worth it. I took a break to grab some coffee. I wasn't ready to give in to sleep just yet. There were so many things to do, so many projects i could start if i just had time. If i didn't have to sleep then i would get more time. I hated sleeping because of that. 

I turned my attention to a painting I was almost done with, if only I could figure that last detail I needed to add. Maybe I will figure it out when I'm finally ready to leave the world I started with. This is what happens to me when I don't have any galleries I need to fill. My brain wonders and I create worlds I do not want to leave. I hear a knock at my door. I lived on the edge of a town in the middle of nowhere. With lots of land and my house in the middle of it. There shouldn't be anyone here to knock. A part of me was terrified. I didn't know who was there. As much as I love the stars and moon, night always had a way of setting me off, and making me jumpy. Regardless, I still opened the door to find a very pale and tall person sitting in front of me.

He wore black and red, a black coat with red details. I couldn't see their shirt or pants and they had an umbrella with them. It was strange considering that it was clear out and there was no way it would rain. I couldn't quite see the color of their gleaming eyes but they reflect something. And their hair was a beautiful white against the sky. It was truly a sight to see.  I was still taking them in when they began to speak, “I am will. I am a masonry for vampires and I was wondering if I could talk to you.” He had a strange accent I couldn't quite place. 

I knew of vampires and vampire missionaries. It was nothing but a past thing I heard talked about specifically in school, politics, and if someone in town has recently signed up. I didn't have the need to think about it alot. I didn't think I would want to. Yet on this night when I just wanted to have time to do everything I decided why not. “Come in. I just started a fresh pot of coffee. Would you like some?” I asked them to step out of the way for them to come in. 

They looked surprised before continuing. “Ah thank you, but i would have to decline the coffee outside food makes vampires throw up.” he replied politely.

“ right, sorry.” I said. As I led him to the couch in the living room as I continued, “sorry for the mess I dont have visitors a lot.” 

“Oh? No friends?” he asked.

“No. I have them, they just don't live next to me. One live in a town not far, but not close, one live out of country, and the other lives in a city mainly.'' I replied. they looked almost disappointed at that.

“ That sounds nice, but to get to the point I am a vampire missionary as I just said, and I was wondering if you would be interested in becoming one. We haven't had a lot of pole interested lately.” he explained as he sat on the chouse and i sat across from him on the same couch.

“ I would like to ask a few questions before I make any decisions, but that does sound interesting.” I replied.

“I would be worried if you didn't ask questions. But go ahead and ask away.” he said

So, i asked all the ones that came to mind;

Would I still need to sleep?

No.

Are there people who are there to help me get everything, and support that I would need as a vampire?

Yes. their tons of support and things you will need as a vampire, you can look at all in this brochure and  even do your own research on organizations to help you. You are also able to drink animal blood if human blood makes you squeamish.

What can kill a vampire?

Stake to the heart, silver to the heart. Silver, and garlic give you more extreme allergic reactions, but are not always deadly. The sun is also extremely uncomfortable but reactions vary from vampire to vampire.

I continued to ask a few more questions or ask for detail in some parts, and at the end I looked around. I knew I wasn't healthy, and I knew I wasn't going to get better. That there was no getting better for me. And I knew I wouldn't have enough time to do everything I wanted. I was just starting to become a name in the art community, and I was already a respected author. Yet I knew that I would die too early no matter what. At the same time I knew I wasn't ready to give up the sun on my face, garlic bread, and eating all the sweets i want, or any food, without throwing up. I also need to replace all my silver but that i didn't care about.

“Could I by any chance call someone when I'm ready to turn into a vampire and do it right then. As much as i would like to live as a vampire, i'm not quite ready to give up on somethings just yet, but i still want to become one.'' I said. Looking at them. I knew I looked sad, and i could tell now that their eyes were a beautiful purple.

“Yes that is possible. We will need paperwork and you will need our number, and email but we can set up now if you would like.” he said giving a reassuring smile. Like he knew what was going through my head.

“Thank you.” I replied.

….. 

I was in the hospital again. I hated the hospital. The hospital was horrible. But thankfully I wouldn't be here long. I've been in and out for months. The doctor whispered behind glass looking at me as if i could not see them. I knew it was time. So I finally called that missionary from what felt like forever ago. I was so happy as I saw them walking up to my glass rooms.

“Are you ready?” they asked.

“Yes. I want to get out of this godforsaken place and finally not have to worry about time.” I replied.

“Then let's get you home.”

….

As I walked through my door with a slight headache and went immediately to the desk to figure out what mess I left this time, I saw the painting that I finished all those years ago when the missionary left my house for the first time. It was painting centered around a clock around it and grew flowers stopping it from going any further as a piece of paper was on one side and paint on the other, with little detail in the beach ground. I finally might just have enough time.

Since it was decreed that consent is needed to turn humans into Vampires, the Vampire Population has dwindled over the recent years. Now vampires have missionaries to try convince people to convert to vampirism. Vampire missionaries have come knocking at your door.

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— minors don't interact. | wc: 3,3K.

content: hard dom!yuuta, manhandle, f. & m. masturbation, unprotected sex, orgasm control, hate/rough sex, fingering, almost cervix fucking, breeding kink, degradation, stepcest, creampie, a bit of size kink, virginity loss, breath play, spitting, names calling, dark content.

pairings: stepbro!okkotsu yūta x fem!reader.

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It was the perfect chance for Yuuta.

He had waited for so long, and now his mother was more liberal, letting you be alone with him more, especially since at the present moment you had already reached the age of 21 a few weeks ago.

And even though your body was already that of a grown woman, your clothes were getting smaller and smaller, since they were bought a long time ago.

The shorts getting closer and closer to the edge of yours buttocks and getting tighter in the regions of the thighs, the skirts getting less and less long, the bras inevitably leaving something to be desired when it comes to holding yours tits.

Yuuta's hands could hold them better for you. And everything you did didn't go unnoticed by your step-brother.

There had been more than a few times that Okkotsu Yuuta had sneaked out of his bed during the night to ajar your bedroom door with his hard cock being squeezed by the fabric of his shorts. He desperately needed to relieve himself and at that time the only way he could get off was seeing you.

Seeing you do anything, even the least suggestive action possible.

He had already passed the stage of needing only to fantasize about your body, but this stage was shattered to pieces as soon as one day Yuuta had come home distracted from his part-time job, totally exhausted from almost missing the bus and running after him to get home, and went straight to the bathroom, where you were changing after having just showered.

And, damn, your tits were enough to make Yuuta get a boner at the same moment just after a good stare at them.

That day, while taking a shower, he fucked his own hand so hard and fast that he went a few hours without being able to move his wrist, all while the water from the shower running down his back calmly. And when his mother asked him what had happened, he only replied that the "work day was hard".

Ironically, on that very day, 2 years before you reached the 21-year mark, you commented to her that there was a nice guy in one of your university classes who had asked you out. And your step-brother swore he saw a sneering smile appear on your lips, as if you were telling him that Okkotsu Yuuta would never, ever, in a million years get what he wanted from you.

Without thinking much, he said that the guy must be an ass and a disgusting person to like someone like you, to which your mouth quickly replied: "You've never had a girlfriend, nor a flirt, so I don't think I should take into consideration what you say about a person I like”.

Obviously Yuuta never had a girlfriend, he wanted you to hold this position, but more important than that: did you like that disgusting guy from your university? Like, really?

No, you didn't, but Yuuta didn't need to know that, your intention was just to make him angry to see how far he could keep the mask of a protective brother without ulterior motives.

And he didn't answer you right away; there was a tense atmosphere between the two of you during the rest of the night and before you went to bed Yuuta walked from his room to yours after seeing that your father hadn't come home yet and his mother was asleep on the living room couch.

— D'you really like him? — He asked as if it wasn't information that was very necessary for his existence, even though internally he was almost bursting with hate, and like if the question was just a normal worrie from your big step-brother.

— What d'you think? — You answered without paying much attention to the fact that he entered your room without permission and locked the door from the inside.

— I think you're acting like a slut just to spite me. — Yuuta said, running his gaze over your almost completely uncovered body, because of the small pajamas you were wearing.

— You're not very smart, are you?

And that was the last straw for Yuuta to grab your face with one hand and pull you against his in a desperate kiss that conveyed more anger than affection.

It was a kiss drenched in jealousy and possession, but not obsession.

Your legs wobbled like jelly, but you had a dignity to maintain, especially for your older step-brother who always acted as if he knew what was best for you.

So your first action was to bite Yuuta's lips not hard enough to draw blood, even though your body was begging for more of his kisses.

He pulled away with a completely surprised countenance, he expected everything but that, but soon surprise was replaced with resentment and his hand on your chin slid to your neck, where he applied enough pressure to make you open your mouth because of the little pain it caused. And Yuuta took advantage of your careless movement to spit against your tongue and then walk away with a cruel smile on his lips.

And, damn it, that action that was supposed to be disgusting to you turned you on so much that you felt the bottom of your panties wet and cheeks burn with shame. Your mouth unconsciously let Yuuta's saliva slide into your throat instead of spitting it out.

— You're not very smart either, hm? — Yuuta whispered before letting go of your neck without breaking eye contact. — And you don't have good manners with your older bro either. — He gave you a disgusted look before walking to the bedroom door again to unlock it, but before leaving you alone and going back to his room, you heard him speak: — I may have to fuck respect into you by force some other day.

You weren't brave enough to face your step-brother as he walked out of your room without looking at you, leaving the door wide open, but, in compensation, when the clock almost hit the three o'clock mark and you couldn't sleep, yours hands got busy moving over your swollen clit and groping your tits while your mind kept hammering out Yuuta's words and projecting that the fingers were actually his.

It was one of the few times you masturbated thinking about someone extremely specific and it was an orgasm that turned vision white and mouth fought too hard to stifle the moans with your teeth biting your bottom lip.

After a while you slowly forgot Yuuta's words... or at least you convinced yourself to forget, since every time your hand slid into the space between yours legs your mind made sure to remind you of that.

Even now after 2 years the moment was not completely forgotten, in fact, both you and your step-brother were eagerly awaiting the day that his promise maybe was going to become a concrete action.

And that day was knocking on the door exactly today, with your parents telling that they had a working dinner at their respective companies and would be out of the house until about eleven o'clock at night; it was now eight o'clock.

Yuuta's amused smile that appeared as soon as his mother communicated the evening's plans after she had showered and started getting ready for her appointment was read by her as an excitement for the success of her work. And not as excitement that he was about to fulfill the most secret, most carnal, dirtiest desire he had cultivated for a long time.

— Take good care of your sister, 'kay? — Yuuta's mother spoke before taking her purse and opening the front door waving goodbye to the two of you who were standing in the middle of the living room watching for her to go join your father outside the house. — And behave yourselves.

— I've always taken good care of her. — Yuuta replied shrugging his shoulders and looking at you out of the corner of eyes until he heard the thud of the front door closing and his mother's key locking that entrance from the outside. — Mhm... — He brought a hand to his chin, scratching it and running his gaze down your body. — What d'you wanna do today? — You watched him walk over to the sofa, sit down in the middle of it, grab the remote and turn on the TV to change channels without finding anything to hold his attention.

— With you? Nothing. — A mocking laugh escaped Yuuta's lips and he squinted eyes in your direction, as if to say that he didn't believe a word that came out of your mouth.

— That hurt my feelings so much. — Yuuta remarked, not containing another laugh and calling you with his index finger in his direction. — Why don't you watch a movie with me? — He asked looking suggestively at you and you looked away from him to the television, but yours feet barely waited for him to finish speaking before starting a walk toward him and stopping beside his body.

— Which movie?

— Whatever you want. — Yuuta answered, sending you an innocent look.

You leaned over to sit beside him on the couch, but his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you to the side, making your body occupy the vacant space between his legs that had been open since the first moment he sat on the couch.

— Yuuta... — You began to speak without being able to formulate a complete thought as you suddenly felt vulnerable, shoulders tense and throat tight.

— Yeah? — His eyes were glazed over at the TV that now showed the middle of a low-budget movie that was obviously not worth the time of the two of you or the people who acted in it.

As you felt his hands land on your thighs and play with the hem of your pajama bottoms, you wondered if it wouldn't be easier to play his game.

— If I sit like this, you won't be able to watch the movie.

So you decided that, yes, it would be easier to play Yuuta's game.

With a light squeeze on yours thighs, Yuuta took a few long seconds to answer.

— If you stay like this... — One of his hands reached up to meet the base of your neck and forced your body backward, with your back resting against his chest, torso arching forward, ass now buried against his pelvis and cock and head on one of his shoulders. — I can do it.

Your breath caught in the middle of your throat and you felt guilty that you were enjoying the situation, and enjoying it even more when Yuuta placed your legs apart from each other over his, leaving you wide open to receive his touches, and snaked his free hand down your sensitive inner thighs.

— Are you a virgin? — Yuuta asked in a whisper without actually touching between your legs.

— Treat me as if I'm not. — You replied thoughtlessly, the only thing your attention was really focused on was watching your stepbrother's hand threaten to reach the place where you most wanted it to be.

— How is it possible for a virgin to act like a whore who had already been used by several men? — Yuuta commented, rubbing his fingertips over your covered pussy and feeling both the bottoms of yours panties and pajama wet. — Damn, are you already wet like that? Disgusting slut. — He let an amused chuckle escape his lips and hearing your consequent low, almost inaudible moan at being treated in that rough way made his dick get even harder against the curve of your ass. — Oh, you like being treated like a hole to be used, huh?

You swallowed hard trying to deny it by moving your head from side to side, but your hand was already too busy silently contradicting you and going to rest on top of Yuuta's palm over your pussy guiding his fingers to apply more pressure on your clit.

— Can you please-ngh! — You breathed heavily as your hips forced themselves upward just to enjoy more of the friction caused by your stepbrother's fingers.

— Please what? — His other hand squeezed your neck a little tighter.

— Use your fingers... inside me, please. — You felt your cheeks heat up after verbalizing your desire that had been going on for two years.

— Oh, just that? You have very simple desires. — Yuuta pulled your panties aside along with your pajamas and pushed his fingers slowly inside you.

You were so tight that they barely went in straight, to move them in a scissor motion was almost impossible. Yuuta couldn't wait to have his cock being squeezed through your walls the same way his fingers were being.

He moved them slowly outward from you to push them inward and redo the motion a few more times until your cunt got his digits wetter and his job of fucking you easier.

By now it had become difficult to control the sounds of your moans and, realizing this, your older brother brought the hand that was on your neck to your mouth.

The wet noise coming from inside you were arousing him more than he thought possible and his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from where his digits disappeared and reappeared again and again.

His fingers curving against your walls were making an abnormal pleasure run through your body and although you had experienced orgasms before, it was different when you had someone doing the work for you.

Yuuta filled you better, reached parts of your insides that you couldn't reach on your own and widened your walls in such a good way that it made you regret a little that you hadn't let him take advantage of your wet hole sooner.

— Look at you, taking my fingers like a lil' greedy thing. — He increased the pace inside you, knowing that your orgasm was near because of the way your legs were trembling, your hips thrusting against his hand and your back arching painfully.

And Yuuta let you cum as a previous act of kindness, because in the following moments he would definitely use your wet hole without any of it, even if you were not the most experienced person in the world.

For the first time an orgasm made you dizzy, with the pupils almost forming hearts and your body totally trembling against Yuuta's.

You were definitely a degenerate virgin who didn't know what it was like to actually be touched by another person. And it felt so good.

You would easily become addicted to your stepbrother's hands running freely through your body.

Giving you a little time to breathe, he lifted you to the side and let you sit down on the couch before he got busy removing his own clothes.

You had seen him naked before, but it had been so many years ago and on such distinctly non-suggestive occasions that it was almost like seeing the body of a young adult you didn't know, so much so that the sight of his long, lean cock made your cheeks feel warm and a sense of dread predominate.

— Still keeping your word to lemme treat you the way I want? — Yuuta asked, raising his eyebrows before hooking hands around the edge of your shirt and pulling it up, freeing your tits to be groped and licked by him.

— I don't usually take back what I say. — You replied, tangling fingers in your stepbrother's soft dark hair as his mouth sucked on your nipples.

— Atta girl. — Yuuta whispered, tracing kisses down your cleavage, leaving bites down your neck and reaching your lips to seal them in a deep and almost affectionately sincere kiss, quite different from the first one he stole years ago.

Still kissing you, he migrated with hands to the bottom of your pajamas to remove both your shorts and panties and as soon as your breath gave way and your hands brushed against his shoulders to break the kiss, his lips were replaced by your own soaked panties which Yuuta forced into your mouth, pushing them against your tongue.

— What a beautiful sight, I may end up getting used to all this!

He opened a sideways smile before pulling your lower body up, putting legs around his hips and pushing your folds apart only to visualize the insides as tight as before, it didn't even seem like minutes before he was widening your walls with his fingers.

— What do you think about... — His tongue ran over the lips. — Me fucking you raw, hard, and then filling your womb with my cum? — His eyes snaked down your vulnerable body and reached yours own and yours orbs glowed to say the least, even though your head moved negatively. — How sad, you haven't even tasted it yet and you already deny it?

Leaning one hand on the back of the couch and using the other to guide his cock into your pretty cunt, Yuuta spoke again with his voice lowering a few octaves:

— I'm gonna have to fuck respect into you anyway, right?

And right after those words he pushed himself into you quickly and yours eyes watered from the sudden uncomfortable pain, hands desperately dug their nails into Yuuta's back and the eventual cries of pain that came from deep in your throat were muffled by your panties.

And while you faced the pain of the sensation of being cut open in the middle, your stepbrother enjoyed the pleasure of having your walls milking his dick.

Fuck, he could feel all the way down to your cervix, the tip of his cock kissing it was an insane sensation.

Throwing his head back, Yuuta let out an almost animalistic moan that definitely matched the bestial rhythm he chose to use to start bumping his hips against yours own. His balls going directly against your ass and one of his hands firmly gripping your waist.

You hated the idea of losing your virginity in a romantic situation, you wanted, in fact, to be treated the way Yuuta was doing and that was precisely why it didn't take more than two, three, a few minutes for you to turn into a drooling mess with eyes rolling upwards, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and mingling with the liquid from your pussy that wet the panties still in your mouth; legs trembling and struggling to stay attached around your older stepbrother's hips.

It was hallucinatingly good and the feeling of knowing that the whole situation itself was wrong and disgusting to people other than the two of you seemed to amplify your pleasure.

At one point Yuuta put his hand on your chin, forced you to look away, where the door locked ages before by his mother was and leaned over your body without stopping fucking you hard.

— Imagine what they would think if they saw you enjoying being fucked by your older half-brother, uh? — You tried to grab his wrist to stop being forced to look at that door, but in response Yuuta just continued to hold your face. — How embarrassing for you.

Yuuta's cock kept moving in and out of you rapidly and as he continued to use one hand to hold your face, the other slid down your body to place itself on your clit and begin to stimulate it.

The pleasure went through your body again and you ended up reaching your second orgasm with legs shaking even more and pussy creaming all over your brother's dick.

Your eyes got teary from the overstimulation caused by the fact that Okkotsu kept thrusting into you only to have the pleasure of being the first man in your life to paint your walls white and see his cum leaking out of your entrance; and that's exactly what happened.

It was gratifying for Yuuta to see his own stsister's pussy filled with his seed.

Soon afterwards he made an effort to normalize his own breathing, free your mouth from the fabric barrier of your panties and take you to the nearest bathroom.

Maybe he would even give you good, soft, gentle hugs during the bath that he intended to share with you that night.

[tonysslut]

I can be a better boyfriend than him. Pt.3

A/N: This is the last and final part of this mini series. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I think I might rewrite this in the future. Also, this is set after Endgame. Tony is alive and well.

Summary: Christmas day gets interrupted.

Warnings: Fluff and some angst

W/C: 973

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“Mommy! Mommy!” You heard your children scream as they jumped into bed with you. You heard Tony groan as your youngest son and daughter, Dakota and Oaklee,  decided to tackle him. “It’s Cwismas! Santa came!” Your eldest son, Roman, rushed out as he attempted to pull you out of bed. 

You smiled as you let him pull you out of bed, looking back at Tony as he attempted to carry the other two. They were getting too big to be held, but Tony refused to acknowledge that they were growing. You had F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn on the lights that decorated the tree, illuminating the living room. 

Tony walked over to you with two cups of coffee, watching the kids glow with joy as they opened their presents. Wrapping paper of all sorts of colors and design now decorated the living room. Your kids took turns showing off their toys. Roman put on the iron helmet Tony made him, running around the couch pretending to have repulsor blasts in his hands. 

You quickly turned around as you felt a presence behind you, eyebrows furrowing when you see there’s nothing. 

“Everything okay?” Tony asked from beside you. 

“Yeah. Everything’s perfect.” You smiled. 

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was something—or someone—nearby, but you brushed it off and continued to watch the kids. Once all the gifts were opened, Tony went off to make breakfast. You took the opportunity to do a quick scan of the house. 

Your previous years as an agent made it easy to scope out any intruders. Your 6th sense never failed you, and you knew exactly who it was. Reaching the garage, you saw the shadow run behind the cars. 

“Come on out, Steve, it’s just me.” You said with a sigh, leaning against the car. 

“I see you haven’t lost your touch.” He replied with a lopsided smile. 

“If anything, they’ve gotten better with the kids.” You notice his eyes soften when he hears you mention the kids, a wave of angst washing over you. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m not really sure. Just wanted to see how you were doing. I, um, I brought this.” He hands you a small velvet box. You look up at him and then down at the box, slowly opening it to find the necklace he’d gifted you when you two were together. “You don’t have to keep it, just wanted to give it back to you.”

“I thought I’d lost this.” You say as you run your fingers over it. “Can you help me put it on?” Steve instantly nodded, you pushed your hair to the side as he slipped the necklace on. 

“I found it when I returned and felt it was wrong to keep it.” 

You gave him a small smile, a silent thank you as you held the charm in your hand. 

“I know there’s nothing I can do to change your mind. I’ve come to terms with it. I’m happy you’re happy, Y/N. You deserve it all, and I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you.” Tears filled his eyes as he spoke.

“Thank you, Steve. I’m sorry things turned out the way they did, but you’ll always have a special place in my heart.” You leaned towards you, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

You never wanted things with Steve to end the way they did, but there was nothing you could do now. You were happy with Tony and your little family, that’s all that mattered to you. 

“Mommy?” You heard your daughter call out to you. “Bweakfast weady!” 

“I’ll be right there, baby!” You yelled back. 

“You’re too good for this world, Y/N. Never forget that.” He smiled at you. “I should probably get going. They need you, and I need to return the stones. I’ll see you around.” 

Steve left before you had the chance to say goodbye. Something about his words felt off, almost like a goodbye. You didn’t give yourself much time to think about it, not wanting your family to wait any longer. 

Tony watched as you walked in, sitting beside him on the couch. He instantly noticed the necklace around your neck, recognizing it. You watched your kids eat their breakfast from afar, admiring how precious they were. 

“Steve was in the garage.” You told Tony, waiting to see his reaction. 

“Is he what made you turn around earlier?” He asked. You nodded your head. 

“It kind of felt like he was saying goodbye.” You whispered. 

Tony reached out to you, pulling you into his lap. “Let it out, baby. It’s okay.”

You let the silent tears stream down your face as he rubbed your back. Tony knew Steve would always have a part of you. His actions still hurt you, even after all these years. Seeing him again brought back so many memories, good and bad. You didn’t think it’d affect you so much. 

“I’m sorry.” You looked up at Tony. 

“Don’t apologize. I know he’s still important to you.” He reassured you, giving you his signature smile.. 

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Tony was the best partner you could ever ask for. Your heart belonged to him, no matter what. 

“I love you, Tony. So much.” 

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What you didn’t know was that Steve did say goodbye. He couldn’t live in a world where you weren’t his. He could pretend that was happy and moved on, but deep down, he was miserable. He wanted everything you had with Tony. 

He was going to return the stones and stay behind, stay with Peggy, and finish out his life with her. Maybe in a different lifetime, a different world, he’d have you instead. Now he’d have to live with the regret of leaving for the rest of his life. 

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Paparazzi (H.S)

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Summary: It’s your daughter’s first day of school and you all decide to go get ice cream afterwards. What you didn’t know was that you would be mobbed by the paparazzi and your daughter would get hurt.

Warnings: angst, comfort, hurt, fluff. It is really a concoction of it all.

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The first day of school was always hard on the kids while the parents rejoiced on having some alone time. But it was the exact opposite in your house. Your husband has not stopped tearing up from the time you both woke up to send Emma to school. You were feeling a bit emotional as well but Harry was a whole other case.

He walked up to her room and instead of waking her up, he cuddled with her. When you found them, you wanted to shout at him but they both looked so cute. The whole morning was spent with you trying to undo your husband’s childish antics such as hiding Emma’s bag pack or not ironing her school clothes. What he didn’t know was that you were always two steps ahead of him? You had prepared for backup the night before because you knew your husband like the back of your hand.

“We’re ready to go.” You announced as soon as you stepped into the living room. You had dressed up your daughter in a yellow sunflower Gucci jumpsuits with white sneakers. If it was on you, you would have decided on something other than Gucci but your husband was obsessed with that brand so you let it slide this time around. She just looked so effing cute that you couldn’t believe you had made her.

“Ughhh.” Groaning, Harry slumped back on the couch and covered his already teary eyes.

“H, she’s goin’ t’school. Now, get the car out.”

Emma left your hand and toddled over to her father and gently tapped his thighs. “Dadda, happy?”

“Daddy’s happy but a li’l sad too ‘cause you’re growin’ up too fast.” He tenderly kissed her hair that were now trapped in space buns. Emma was an exact mixture of you and Harry because she inherited his green eyes and wild, curly hair but her button nose and smile was all you. She was perfect.

“Love yeh.” Hugging her dad, she hid her face in his neck. You had taught her that a ‘love you’ and a hug can make things better for other people and she never failed to implement it in her life.

“Love y’too, bunny. Y’excited about school?”

“Yeah! Mommy said new frein’.” One thing about your daughter that everyone knows is that she loves making her friends. She’s a bit of a social butterfly which is the complete opposite of both of her parents.

“Yes, y’will bunny. Now, let’s go.”

Dropping her off to school was eventful to say the least. Harry cried when he hugged her good bye and wouldn’t let go of her even when the closing bell rang. You had initially planned to go back home and sleep for four uninterrupted hours but your husband decided that he wanted to sit in the car and wait for Emma.

You wanted to argue with him but you didn’t have the heart to say no to his puppy eyes. Harry always had a special bond with Emma since the day she was born and he always struggled with leaving her alone. Even on tours, he would take you and Emma with him so he didn’t have to spend a minute alone without you guys. He always worried about both your safety and you found it really cute. He wanted the principal to allow him to tag along with Emma but you talked him out of it.

So now here you were sitting outside on a bench with your head resting on Harry’s shoulder while answering his absurd questions.

“What if she’s cryin’?”

“What if she didn’t eat ‘er lunch?”

“What if someone’s bullyin’ her?”

“What if she misses us?”

When the time neared for the school to end, Harry stood right in front of the gate and didn’t let anyone obstruct his view to the entrance. You just shook your head at his antics and stood with the rest of the parents. Many parents had recognised Harry but they knew that he was in no mood to interact with anyone so they respected his privacy.

“Dadda!” Harry bent down and gathered the toddler in his arms. “Miss Lucy ga’ me a star!”

“Oh wow! Y’are m’shining star, bunny.”

You made your way towards them and kissed your daughter on her rosy cheeks. “How was your day, darlin’?”

“Very good. Made new friends too; Rosy and Sophie.” As Harry buckled her in her car seat, she continued to babble about her day.

“Y’deserve some ice cream, bunny.”

Your daughter cheered instantly and a smile appeared on your lips. The one thing that you and your daughter share heartily is the love for ice cream. You were craving one since last night and Harry knew it as well. He was going to your favorite ice cream parlor right down the street from your house. When you got there, Harry put on his baseball cap and sunglasses and gave yours to you as well.

“Daddy, chocolate.” Harry carried the excited toddler inside because it was a little crowded than usual and he didn’t want to risk anything.

“I know, bunny. Go sit with y’mum and I’ll order for us all.”

“H, I want-”

“Double scoop scotch butter and chocolate. Have known y’order since the day we went on our firs’ date.”

“‘kay, showoff.” You went to go sit on the far corner of the parlor so that you would all be out of the public’s eye. You noticed that many of the people in the restaurant had started to notice Harry but you just focused on your kid.

“‘m with family. Can’t take pictures right now. ‘m sorry.” Your husband’s apologetic voice filtered through the air as he made his way towards your table.

“Just one picture. I’m a big fan. Please!”

Harry silently gestured you to get up because there were some fans following him. You noticed that your order was packed to go and so you got up with Emma in your arms.

“Guys, please. We need some privacy.”

“Just let us take a picture of your family.”

“No.” Harry plain out refused because he was not going to subject his family, especially his daughter, to unwanted spotlight. “Let’s go.”

As soon as you got out, you were blinded with flashlights. Harry immediately took Emma from you and tucked you under his left arm. He hid Emma’s face in his neck and softly instructed her to not raise her head. Somehow the paparazzi had been alerted and a mob had gathered around the parlor in the twenty minutes that you were here. People were literally going crazy and Harry regretted not having his guards around.

“Harry, please tell us more about your oncoming tour.”

“Is there a third album coming out?”

“Can we get a picture of your kid?”

“Was it her first day of school?”

There were some very over enthusiastic fans that wanted to get a picture and they started pulling on your clothes. “GET AWAY FROM US.” Harry had never raised his voice at his fans but at this moment he didn’t care about anything other than his wife and daughter.

“Harry!” You were literally scared out of your mind right now because there was no way you guys were getting out of this tightly packed mob. You could already feel some scratches along your arms from the numerous hands that were gripping on you.

Someone reached their hand out to pull Emma from Harry’s arm and it was so sudden that your husband lost his grip for a moment. Your daughter’s screech could be heard alongside the crowd and Harry lost it.

Tightening his hold around her shaking figure, he pushed the paparazzi who was trying to turn Emma around. “DO NOT TOUCH MY CHILD. D’YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” He literally pushed the man out of his way and guided you out of the mob with a new found determination.  

“Get in the car, fast.” He quickly peeled out of the parking lot and heaved a sigh of relief when you couldn’t view them in your rearview mirror anymore. “’m sorry, love.”

“H, don’t apologise. Let’s just go home.” The whole ride home you tried to calm your daughter down but she was inconsolable. She had never experienced something like this and her arm was starting to bruise from the place where that man had tried to pull her. Harry’s heart broke a little more every time he heard her let out another pained wail and he just wanted to sue them all for doing this to her daughter.

By the time you reached home, Emma’s cries had reduced to pained whimpers and Harry took her from you so that you could go get the first aid kid. “Mummy’s gonna rub a cream and everythin’ll be alright, bunny. I’m so sorry.” He kept whispering in her ears till the time you came back and applied the numbing cream on her arm.

“Lemme do it for you as well.” You pulled off your hoodie and Harry stopped himself to shed any tears at the sight of your scratched and bloodied arms. He shifted Emma on to his left thigh where she quietly sucked on her thumb and gently applied the cream on to your arms. “’m gonna sue them all, I swear.”

“H, y’don’t have to do that. We’re fine and that’s what matters.”

“But-” He wanted to protest but you interrupted him with a gentle kiss.

“No need to think about it and Emma tomorrow’s your day off.”

“Yes!” Your daughter had earned it after the day she had and Harry silently agreed to it as well.

“Now, let’s g’take a nap in our room.” You all were exhausted and this seemed like the best idea. Harry could deal with the news and the management later on. Right now, his family needed him and that’s what mattered to him.

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[aleburton]

Her focus veered sharply toward his recovery, eclipsing any inclination to delve into his budding romance with Kylie French. For months, she had been aware of his new relationship, slowly acclimating herself to the reality of witnessing him with someone other than herself. Someone that was compelling enough for him to openly commit to despite the potential repercussions on his professional life. Someone he loved enough to steadfastly dedicate himself to his sobriety. Alex could not fathom a reality where this didn’t sting. Kylie had seen him at his best, the version she had always yearned for but never had the patience to wait upon. She often grappled with the decision to part from the tour. Would enduring the challenges and maintaining the façade of being solely his friend, have altered their trajectory? Could it have led to a different outcome, perhaps aiding in his journey toward being sober? Or was their tumultuous path inevitable, no matter how harrowing it may have been? Irrespective of the implications of their relationship, she was relieved to know that he was better. His quiet acknowledgement of being on medication provided a sense of solace. She lived in a world seemingly populated with impossibly perfect individuals, untouched by the need for pharmaceutical aid. His admission was a comforting reminder of human frailty. Behind the veneer of perfection, everyone had their something. Some were just more adept at concealing them than others. She was grateful for someone she could relate to on a deeper level.  

Her curiosity piqued about the revelations unearthed in his therapy sessions, considering his prior reluctance to open up. Perhaps if there was anyone she should feel a tinge of jealously towards, it would be his therapist. How had they managed to penetrate the fortress of his guarded emotions? She couldn’t shake the memory of how he dismissed the psychiatrist at the hospital, eager to say or do anything just to flee from the sterile confines of those four walls. Despite everyone recognizing his unreadiness, they found themselves powerless against his iron determination. Alex’s gaze instinctively lifted to meet his, only to find his eyes already locked onto hers. He prodded for more details, prompting her brows to knit together in a confusion, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of her lips. “What is what supposed to mean?” she asked, leaning forward to set down her nearly empty coffee cup onto the table. “Are you referring to what I said about Kylie?” Her laughter danced softly in the air as she settled back against the plush couch cushions. “I was simply paying homage to my former self. You remember.” She didn’t feel the need to elaborate further. Let him interpret it as he wished; after all, Alex wouldn’t quite be herself without a touch of sass. “It was nothing more than that. She’s great, really,” she affirmed with a nod. She genuinely believed her words. Though it stung that she and Zach did not make it, that she hadn’t been enough, her love for him was profound enough to accept it. Whatever brought him happiness was what mattered.

Yet, as she spoke, her thoughts drifted to her own happiness. Andrew. Alex blinked, her eyes drifting down to her neatly folded hands in her lap, her bare finger a silent reminder. Her tongue parted from between her lips, wetting her lips slightly. Her mouth had gone dry now. “There was another reason why I invited you, beyond last night,” she confessed, her voice quiet yet steady. Only silence hung between them now, the weight of unspoken words pressing against her chest. They swirled incessantly in her mind, refusing to take shape on her lips. She had anticipated this moment for months, meticulously preparing herself, but no amount of preparation could soften the blow of reality. Alex had convinced herself, over years of emotional distance, that their relationship had reached an irreversible conclusion. The fractures were too deep to mend. She could not envision a path back to what they once had. Yet, inexplicably, this moment felt like the true finale. Revealing her engagement felt like not just closing a chapter but incinerating the entire book. “You probably won’t even care. I don’t know why I can’t just say it,” she admitted, swallowing hard against the tide of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. With a nervous laugh, she attempted to mask her turmoil, all while inwardly chastising herself. Perhaps, in a hopeful corner of her mind, he wouldn’t be as affected by the news. Maybe he was genuinely content with Kylie, with the life they had crafted together, and the announcement wouldn’t shatter him. It may have been bittersweet but would not destroy him.

Deep down, she knew it was unlikely. His gaze, lingering on her, communicated the truth. And her own heartache, the twinge of hesitation within her, spoke volumes. It would be profound. “I could have said something, but I felt like you deserved to hear it from me directly, not in the presence of…” She trailed off, unable to articulate it. They were strangers. Strangers to the intricacies of their relationship and she could not fathom Andrew sharing that information so casually, Zach enduring the remainder of their dinner, attempting to cope with the revelation. The sight of diamond adorned finger but devoid of the promise they once shared. It would have been awful. “Drew proposed a few months ago, and I…I said yes…” Each word felt like a shard of glass piercing through her chest, leaving her raw and bleeding. Alex looked up at him, her eyes nearly swimming with tears, silently pleading for his understanding. “I understand if you don’t want to see me again. I just…wanted you to know.”

Zach understood innately that Alex was likely still on a controlled dosage to temper her anxiety; in another life, the shock of his presence the previous evening alone could have triggered an attack. She was evidently more measured than he had once known her to be. He was on a cocktail of his own making, too; mood stabilizers, formerly antidepressants which he had sacrificed for making him too numb, those special pills that reigned him in when he was verging on manic. “Me, too,” Zach divulged softly. He afforded himself the courtesy in that moment of refraining from pinning their recovery journeys on one another, or that it was a natural conclusion to their explosive period together. It would hurt, yes, but moreover he was too swept up in the dizzy bliss of being around her again to think of all that. When he looked at her, his heart thumped impatiently, even painfully. Her housewife comment panged subtly in his chest, gaze once again flitting to the empty space on her ring finger. His eyes slitted curiously. Though he felt an impulse to contest or question her accusation, he remained silent. There were too many answers he wasn’t yet prepared to hear. Her dance classes were evidence to the contrary on their own; her life had not been reduced to sitting around awaiting the return of her prized partner. Nor was she his wife. Zach chewed the bottom corner of his lip. Was she?

Anchored by the dimple sinking into her cheek, Zach also held his tongue on the matter of her father, of her floating gaze, her own withheld sentiments. There was a lot to say and, despite their solitude, not enough room to say it all. A sadness descended on him as he realized there might never be again. The spaces which they had once occupied in one another’s lives had not remained gaping or empty, waiting for the return of their former suitor; those open wounds had been packed full, fresh earth to graves, even if it all didn’t quite fit right. Zach swallowed, nodding, his eyes shining in strange admiration for a girl he felt he was re-learning. “It shows,” he answered finally, the sincerity evident in the grit of his tone. Alex met his eyes. His stomach fought with itself. She re-directed the conversation to him, and he found himself in contention with the idea; a vague, one-corner smile hashed his lips as his eyes wandered away. He didn’t feel so much like a success story as he did a survival story. He felt, in truth, like he had never actually put himself to the test since departing rehab. Hiccups occurred, sure, but mostly he had kept himself within a bubble and out of harm's way; he wasn’t sure he trusted himself to remain stringent if the waters were to get too rocky. 

And something about Alex in particular putting the spotlight on him made him squirm. He leaned away in his chair, back depressing all the way into the cushions supporting him. “Thanks,” he involuntarily imitated her like a learned tic. “I try,” he dismissed the topic amiably. But her teeth rolled against her lip and he watched her allow herself a brief moment to reflect on what they once were; how he had made her feel. The worry that haunted her heart when he had been the ghost entombing it. A needle inserted itself into his own pincushion heart. She attributed the catalyst for his stint in rehab to their cataclysmic end, and he supposed it was partially true. He was unfortunately more certain that he would’ve allowed it to kill him within a matter of months if not for Warren. He had not wanted to recover from Alex. He wanted her loss to die with him. His brother had been the one thing that’d encouraged him to stick around; then eventually, Kylie. Looking at Alex now, the way the morning sun bounced off her glassy skin, he wondered why that truth felt so hard to reach. But what was this glorified trophy she believed he had, that he had somehow earned? His gaze cut to her. Sobriety? His girlfriend? Would he keep either if she told him to throw them away?

Alex went on with a subtle, mind-bogglingly spritely dig in Kylie’s direction. Was it Kylie in particular she was targeting, or was it just that it wasn’t with Alex? He flinched with surprise like he’d been hit, tongue between his teeth as he analyzed her. He recognized he’d been too quiet. Now, he was being quiet for their own good, clamping his jaw around the tornado of questions raging in his throat that he knew he could not ask. He dressed his expectations in politeness and addressed her. “Mm. Not quite, Burton,” he negated her cover-up attempt with narrow eyes. As he leaned in, his fingers drummed the plastic lid of his cup sitting on the table between them. His expression was a keen middle-dial between apprehension and intrigue. “What is that supposed to mean?” he delivered svelte; a velveteen dagger.

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pizza guy | myg x reader

pizza guy

delivery guy! yoongi x customer! reader oneshot

genre: fluff ft. crack

warning: language (maybe?)

synopsis: When you fall for the guy who was delivering your roommate’s raging pizza addiction, you were fine to look at him from afar… apparently your roommate wasn’t and did the best to make sure you caught his attention.

Yoongi was clearly not amused.

“Hey-“

He shoved the pizza into your arms and backed away, looking slightly hurt…betrayed, “I gotta go… iron… my cat.”

~~~~

Yes, you were in love with the pizza guy. You weren’t exactly “in love,” but Jungkook wouldn’t take the “admiration” that you used to describe him… anyone could see, you were head over heels over that guy since the pizza you met him.

You met Yoongi when Jungkook wasn’t there, he ordered pizza and fell asleep playing overwatch in his room. You could clearly remember that you were wearing a towel around your head when someone knocked on the door.

6 weeks ago…

“Jungkook! Pizza!”

No answer.

You groaned as you got up from your comfy position on the couch, the knocking continued, “Coming!!!” You muttered under your breath, “I don’t even like pizza, Jungkook you little shit.”

When you opened the front door, you were surprised… at least caught off guard. There was a guy, black hair, piercings, ripped jeans and AgustD concert hoodie with his hand in mid-knock. You noticed he had nice hands, piano hands… nice veiny piano hands. He looked at you surprised… there was something about him though… maybe the fact that he was wearing your favorite rapper’s concert hoodie or his soothing voice that made you melt inside, “hi.”

“Hi.” You said, dazed by his deep and mumbled voice.

“Um… pizza?” He held the pizza box, which you only now noticed, up.

“Oh yeah!” You said, grabbing Jungkook’s wallet from the counter. He’s the pizza guy Y/N, he’s just the pizza guy… maybe a handsome pizza guy-

“Pepperoni right… Jungkook?” He read the name off the box, snapping you from your thoughts. He looked back at you and his face went blank, “Your boyfriend?”

You slightly laughed, “No, childhood friend and roommate, more like a brother really.”

He smiled, the way that his eyes squinted as his cheeks raised into a perfect smile sent butterflies through your body. He’s cute…

You stared at him awkwardly, still holding Jungkook’s wallet, you probably looked like a doofus. You snapped back into your senses once you heard a loud thump upstairs… Jungkook probably fell off his bed again.

“Is he okay?” The pizza guy asked, looking up.

“Yeah, it happens all the time.” You saw his name tag pinned on his shirt, what you would assume was his name along with the Pizza Hut logo, “Yoongi?”

“Huh,” his head snapped back to meet your gaze, he looked down to where you staring, “Yeah…”

Awkwardness befell both of you again.

“Should I pay…?” You raised Jungkook’s wallet slightly.

“Oh… yeah.” Yoongi messed his hair slightly, making him even more hot than before. Y/n stop thirsting, he’s the pizza guy. “Sorry, I’m a little out of it today… It’ll be $14.99.”

“No, no, same.” You handed him a $20 bill, “Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi turned around.

“AgustD!” You yelled without thinking, Yoongi stopped and faced you, “Y-your hoodie,” you muttered, “I like him… I mean your hoodie… I mean yeah…”

Yoongi nodded, “I like him too, you listened to his new album, yet?”

“D-2?” You chuckled, “I listened to the whole thing in one sitting, I almost fainted when he suddenly dropped it.”

“Same, literally when Big Hit was teasing it, I think I screamed a little.”

“A little?” You remembered how Jungkook came rushing into your room, thinking you cut off a finger or something.

“Okay, a lot.” Yoongi admitted, rolling his eyes, amused, “Dear My Friend was probably my favorite, a masterpiece.”

“It was such an emotional song though, the lyrics…”

“Exactly, he has such a great beat to lyrics ratio, like you can’t just have good lyrics with a boring beat, he found a great ratio to balance both out. Does that make sense?” Yoongi looked down slightly, cheeks slightly pink.

“Definitely, also with Moonlight? Great lyrics with a great rhythm, the way that he’s able to portray the exact messages with the exact feelings he’s saying it with is just insane!”

“I know right!” Yoongi smiled as he saw your excitement, “It’s nice to see someone who understands good music.”

“Touché.” You smiled back.

“Y/N?” Jungkook called out, emerging from behind you. He straightened his posture when he saw Yoongi, “Who’s that?”

“This is Yoongi… my new pizza friend-guy.”

Yoongi gave you a look and whispered, “New pizza friend-guy, seriously?”

“I didn’t know what else to say!” You whispered back.

Jungkook walked up to you and put his arms around your waist, narrowMing his gaze on Yoongi, “Hi.”

Yoongi mirrored his gaze, though Jungkook was a much taller and thicker wall of muscle, Yoongi didn’t seem the slightest bit dazed, “Hi.” He turned to you, handing you the receipt and a $5 coupon, “It was nice talking to you, Y/n.” He walked to his motorcycle and drove off. You didn’t want him to go.

Jungkook closed the door, forcing you to stop looking at the empty spot where Yoongi was talking to you only minutes ago, “What was that?”

“Pizza.” You muttered as you pointed to the pizza box you held in your arms.

“Yes, but Yoongi.”

“He’s just the Pizza guy, the delivery man.” You shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal of it.

“Last time I checked, you’re not the type of person to strike up a conversation with the pizza guy.” Jungkook took slice and bit into it, he waved the slice to you, using it like a pointer, “Hell, you don’t even like talking to your classmates for help.”

“That’s different!” You said, taking a bite, “We talked about music not about if Khan was right or not… which by the way he wasn’t.”

“Mhmmmm…” Jungkook rolled his eyes, chewing in silence before gasped, “You like him!”

“What! No, I don’t!” You said, rolling your watch around your wrist.

“You play with your watch when you’re nervous! You only get nervous when you like people!”

“No!” You stopped playing with your watch. “It’s just a-admiration.”

“You’re stuttering!”

“That’s doesn’t mean shit!”

“It means you’re nervous!”

“Oh, shut up!” You shoved a slice of pizza into Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and chewed, “Well, if he’s the new delivery guy you’re gonna see him often.”

“What?”

“I love pizza. We eat pizza like twice a week, remember?”

---

1 week ago…

After that you had many conversations with Yoongi, without a towel wrapped around your head. You found out that he was 22 and went to the same uni as you and Jungkook did. You found out that he was a music major and wanted to be a producer. His job at the Pizza Hut was part-time to pay his rent and save up to buy a better mike. Sometimes you would order pizza just to talk to him and when you did, he and you talked so long that the pizza went cold. And he always left you coupons.

“Y/n…” Jungkook said, opening the fridge, “This is getting excessive… even for me.”

“What do you mean?” You scrolled through your phone, thinking about ordering pizza again.

“We have 7 boxes of pizza in our fridge, that’s what I mean!” Jungkook slammed the fridge door and huffed, “You gotta get his number.”

You snapped your head up, “What?!”

“You can’t keep ordering pizza to talk to this guy!” Jungkook waved his hands around, “You’re starting to make me, Jeon Jungkook, a pizza lover, HATE pizza!”

“I can’t just ask for his number!”

“Why not!?” Jungkook glared.

“I-I want him to ask me for mine…” You looked down at the floor.

Jungkook sighed, “Y/N, it’s fucking 2022, girls can ask guys for their numbers too.”

“Yeah… but I want him to ask me… Plus what if he doesn’t like me! What if he thinks I’m a stalker!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “The man comes 4 times a week to deliver you pizza, I think “liking you” is an understatement.”

“But that’s his job!”

“It’s not his job to talk to you for over an hour every time he comes here!”

“Well, still!”

Jungkook huffed and messed with his hair, “Would you stop ordering pizza if he asks for your number?”

You thought about it for a moment, “yeah.”

“Fine. I have a plan.”

----

Present…

Jungkook did not tell you what his plan was, but here you were standing on the porch with Yoongi and… Jungkook’s friend, Taehyung in a Domino’s hat, holding a pizza box. Yoongi glared at Taehyung who was trying not to laugh, making him look like he was laughing even more. You glared back at Jungkook who gave you a thumbs up from the kitchen, you gave him the finger.

You sighed and approached Yoongi, “Hey-“

He shoved the pizza into your arms and backed away, looking slightly hurt…betrayed, “I gotta go… iron… my cat.” And with that he ran to his motorcycle and drove away.

Taehyung looked at you, confused, “Well, I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, I thought he would try to punch me or kiss you, or both, but I didn’t expect that.”

You ignored him and opened the pizza box, you gasped and dropped the pizza, running to Jungkook’s car.

“Y/N!” Jungkook yelled, “You can’t fucking drive!”

“I have a license!” You yelled back, realizing you didn’t have the keys, “Throw me the keys!”

“Do you even know where you’re going? And you can’t catch for shit either!” Jungkook said, running to you, handing you the keys.

“I’ll be fine!” You said as you hastily as you nearly tripped on your way over to the car.

”Y/N-“

I’m okay!” You hollered as you sped off like a mad woman, still remembering the words neatly printed on the pizza box in Yoongi’s long, elegant handwriting.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

——-—

You nearly hit a dumpster as you tried to park in the empty parking lot, but even then, Yoongi didn’t leave your mind. You leaped out of your car, nearly falling on your ass, but even then, Yoongi didn’t leave your mind as you desperately scrambled to the Pizza Hut.

Inside it was mostly empty, it is only 5:30… The quiet hum of ovens and chatter from the cashiers filled the room. You immediately rushed to the guy working at the register.

“Welcome to Pizza Hut, what can I get you-“

“Yoongi.” You huffed, out of breath, “I need to talk to him.”

The guy olled his eyes, “Girlie, we have at least 4 girls come on a daily basis to try to chat him up, he isn’t interested, okay? He got his deliver girl that he talks to for hours-“ The guy paused before looking up at you, “Wait what’s your name?”

“Y/N…” You half-whispered, hoping that you hadn’t somehow hallucinated the whole thing.

The guy’s eyes widened as he squealed, “OMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGMOGMOGMOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGMOGMOGMOGMOGG!!!!! You’re Y/N! Yoongi’s CRUSHHHHHH!” He jumped up and down, “Did you get the box?” He grabbed your hands, “Did you say yes?”

“He ran away before I could-“

The guy let go as he rolled his eyes, “Yoongi that little cowardly shit-“

“If you’re going to curse me out Hobi, please don’t do it in front of a customer-“ Yoongi emerged from the back, freezing at the sight of you. You stared, he was in an apron with flour dusted on his cheek, that’s hot-

“Forget you! You seriously had the audacity to not tell me my ship sailed, after I built it for weeks?” The guy screeched.

He talked about me.

“Hobi.” Yoongi glared.

“Seriously Min Yoongi, what the fuck-“

“Y/N.” He called out, “You should go.”

You crossed your arms, “I actually needed to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait?”

“No.”

Yoongi’s face visibly hardened, “Fine. We have a storage room.” He motioned you to follow him as he turned the light on in the storage room, shutting the door behind him.

Yoongi didn’t look at you, “Look, Y/N. You don’t have to explain anything, it was delusional of me to think that we had something-“

“No-“

“No, it’s okay.” He rambled, looking away from you, “I knew it was risky move and I just wanted to give it a shot. Like I understand, our pizza is pretty good and I give some coupons and like as college students that’s like a lifeline so don’t worry-“

“Yoongi-“

“I won’t bother you anymore, don’t worry. We can assign a delivery man for your neighborhood, please don’t feel bad. Rejecting me is okay, I just wanted to give a shot-“

Being fed up with his rambling, you rose onto your toes and pressed a kiss against his cheek, immediately shutting him up. You stepped back to get a better look at his shocked face, “My answer was- is going to be yes.” You said, “You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“What?”

“The pizza. I want to be your girlfriend.” You smiled, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence, “No take-backs.”

“A-are you serious?” Yoongi asked.

“Of course.” You slipped your palms into his that were on his sides, “I like you, my pizza guy. I like you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s lips spread into the gummy smile you had adored so much, the sight of his smile immediately making you mirror your own back to him. His eyes darted down to your lips before he looked back to you, you nodded. His smile widened before you pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you softly, you grabbed his apron pulling him impossibly closer. You felt your back hit against one of the cabinets as he continued to kiss you, you felt him smile against your lips, you smiled back.

He broke the kiss before looking into your eyes again, laying his forehead against his as he squeezed your hand lightly and reached up with his other hand to caress your cheek lightly, “I like you too.”

You snorted, “After that kiss I was hoping you do too.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, tapping your nose, “Smartass.”

You smiled tapping his nose, “Dumbass.”

Yoongi’s lips curled inwards, “Am not.”

“You haven’t even asked me yet.” You said as you fixed his dark bangs.

“I did, with the pizza.”

You snorted, “Yeah and then you ran away.”

“Still counts.” He insisted, making your roll your eyes. He shook his head with a laugh, “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

“Well not after you made me wait that long.” You teased.

“Yah-“

You pressed a kiss to his lips, “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend.” He smiled, “Afterall, who’s gonna deliver my pizza if I’m not?”

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