#gosh these poor babes are in for a world of hurt

[lilyharvord]

The Chain (Part 5)

Main Concept: Two love struck idiots get sent back to a pretty UGH time period in their lives (that required me to reread all the books again) and have to hide the fact that they know everything. 

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Chapter 5 

Cal leaves me a few houses away from my own, and stays in the shadows of another home’s stilts while I walk the last hundred meters to my porch. I can spot the outline of my father’s shadow in the dark as I approach and I glance over my shoulder once to make sure Cal is concealed. Even to my now trained eye, I can’t spot him. He’s much better at hiding now. 

“You shouldn’t worry your mother like that,” my father’s voice rumbles from the shadows, his eyes narrowed. They dance over my shoulder, probably trying to spot what I am looking for. He won’t spot Cal though. At least, he won’t spot him if Cal stays put until we get onto the porch. While I love him, sometimes he’s not the brightest bulb in the country. 

“I’m sorry.” I whisper to my father as he squints at the shadows down the street. If Cal didn’t stay put I think I might have to kill him. 

Slowly turning his eyes back to me, my father shifts in his chair before jabbing a thumb at the utility box. He lets out a huff. “Power went out. Thought I’d give it a look.” He wheels over to the source of his musings wheezing the whole way. I follow dutifully, already sensing the electric current humming from the ground. I can tell which wire is faulty too. Like a small spot of darkness in otherwise pure light, it sticks out like a sore thumb. “’Lec papers didn’t work?” I ask as I watch him try to tinker with the box. 

He pulls one of them from his shirts and feeds it into the box. Nothing happens though. Twisting my lips to the side, I step in front of him and hear his wheel’s squeak as he rolls out of my way. 

“What are you going to do? You can’t fix the damn busted thing.” He grumbles, and that clicking in his chest gets louder as he coughs. 

Prying the thing open with my fingers, I glance at the mess of wires. I need him to look away while I do this. I can’t have him seeing what I can do, especially if all I do is grab a wire and all the lights turn on. I step back from it then, knowing that I’ll have to do it the old fashioned way. 

He rolls forward and smacks the box before I can even try to do anything. His hand hits the metal with a deadening thump that I can feel through my own resting on top. I watch as he continues to hit it, hoping to bring something to life with each swing. I let him throw one good hit before thrusting life back into the box. Sparks dance on the wires, and above us, the porch light hums to life. 

“Well, fancy that,” Dad mutters before spinning in the mud and wheeling himself back to his pulley. Closing the box with one hand, I clench my other hand into a fist to quench the sparks that want to explode to life. 

He waits for me to approach before buckling in and saying, “No more running.” 

I nod and try to smile. I don’t have the heart to tell him what he needs to hear. I’ll be gone by tomorrow and I won’t be back for days. They’ll think I’m dead, and that’s fine. We’re alright someday, I promise myself as I watch the rig rise to the porch with a whine. When he gets there, I climb the ladder, using the time to glance in the shadows for Cal. One detaches and starts walking. He stayed the whole time, I think with a stupid smile. Maybe he had gotten a little smarter. 

At the top, Dad struggles with the rig and I scramble up the ladder before helping him with the belts. When he’s finally free, he mutters, “Bugger of a thing.” 

I can’t help but smile. For all his rough edges, I know what is beneath. “Mom will be happy you’re getting out of the house.” 

He grabs my hand tightly, and the callouses there rub at my skin, reminding me that we’re not out of this hell hole yet. His hands never do soften, no matter how long he lives in Montfort. 

“Don’t tell your mother,” he whispers to me. I purse my lips in response, knowing that given today, she could use even the resemblance of hope. “But—“

“I know it seems like nothing, but it’s enough of something. She’ll think it’s a step on a big journey, you see? First I leave the house at night, then during the day, then I’m rolling around the market with her like it’s twenty years ago. Then things go back to the way they were.” His eyes darken as he recounts what I know will come to pass. He fights to keep his emotions at bay, his voice only wavering slight at the end. “I’m not getting better, Mare. I’m never going to feel better. I can’t let her hope for that, not when I know it’ll never happen. Do you understand?”

I nod, understanding absolutely what that means. Hope comes in small flares to my family, only to be snuffed out. My brothers return from war, but not Shade. Then Shade returns, only to be lost again. They lose Shade, but they gain Clara. They lose me, but my father gains his legs and lungs back. They say goodbye to me on a tarmac when I fly back to Norta to save a country that has never bothered with me, but gain their safety. They almost lose me in Norta when I go the second time. I return to them though, dragging a heartbroken prince behind me. I wish I could tell Dad what is coming, that the future will be better, even if we lose parts of ourselves along the way. He rolls inside though, leaving me on the porch while a weak river breeze cuts through my hair. 

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I’m already awake when the officers kick down our door. I couldn’t sleep, planning every second of tomorrow down to the second. I don’t care that my plan may not survive the first few moments. I will make sure that nothing goes completely off kilter. 

I wake Gisa slowly, and help her out of her cot then down the ladder. She accepts my help at first, and leans on her good arm for support as she goes. Mom waits for us on the floor, and opens her arms to Gisa before engulfing her in a hug. She keeps her eyes on my though. I know why. They’ve come for me, and whatever motherly instinct she possess has told her so. 

Two officers wait by the door, with Walsh between them. My chest tightens at the sight of her. In almost a month, she will be foaming at the mouth on the floor a chamber. Does she feel her clock ticking down like I do?

“We submit to search and seizure,” Dad grumbles, but the officers don’t move. Walsh raises a clean brow at my father’s words though. Stepping forward she brings her eyes to me. “Miss Barrow, you have bee summoned to Summerton.”

I expel the breath I’m holding. I had worried that Cal had given Walsh different orders, maybe to take me another way, but apparently he understood that today has to occur. Gisa’s good hand closes around mine, and I hear for the first time her whisper, “no.” 

“You have been summoned to Summerton,” Walsh repeats when I stay rooted to the spot, shocked by Gisa’s words. “We will escort you. Please proceed.” 

She gives me a smile as I step forward, but Gisa doesn’t let go of my hand. Seeing this Walsh dips her head to my parents. “Don’t worry, everything’s settled after yesterday. The Hall and the market are well controlled now.  Please proceed.”

This is a summons from the crown prince, even if Walsh doesn’t know that, she has to follow her orders. We can’t arrive too early though. I have to get there just in time, so that everything lines up. Turning back to Gisa, I untangle my hand from hers. She leaps forward, making a move to grab me, but Mom holds her back. I give her a little smile in response, hoping to calm her nerves. “I’ll see you soon.” 

Dad’s hand brushes my arm, his own form of goodbye, while Mom’s eyes swim with tears. One of the officers grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door. I look back at the three of them though. The world changes from here too. When they see me again, I won’t be the same. Cal will be with me this time though. We’ll have to come up with something far more convincing than him being from Harbor Bay when we see my family again. We’ll be prepared for that encounter at least.  

The door slams in my face, and I turn forward to watch Walsh descend our ladder. One of the officers pushes me toward it and I follow her to the ground. I’m hustled through the village then, and I know why. Queenstrial awaits, and Walsh does not want to be late. 

I focus on my hands the entire ride in the transport, counting the seconds until I’m trapped in gilded cage with Elara. While Montfort tried to teach us ways to combat whispers, the methods aren’t perfect. Elara was a master of her craft too, I don’t know how much my techniques will help me. My secrets have to remain my own though. She can’t know what is to come. 

We stop at the gate, and after we are let through, I feel Walsh’s eyes on me. She gives me a soft smile. “I’m Ann, by the way, but we mostly go by last names. Call me Walsh.” 

I know. I know more about her than she could ever imagine. She raises a brow at my continued silence. I snap my head when I realize she’s waiting for me to respond. Her name is supposed to ring a bell. Grimacing, I say, “You’re from the Stilts.” 

“I am. I knew your brother Tramy, and I wish I didn’t know Bree. A real heartbreaker that one.” She teases, and I can’t help the smile that those words conjure. A heartbreaker indeed. He had half of the Montfort women eating out of the palm of his hand after living there for only two months. She tilts her head to the side at my expression and muses, “I don’t know you though. But I certainly will.” 

Yes, yes you will. You’ll probably regret it too. 

She waits for another response before raising a brow. “Not the talking type I see. Well, you should know you’ll be working long hours here. I don’t know who hired you or what they told you about the job, but it starts to wear on you. It’s not all changing bedsheets and cleaning plates. You have to look without seeing, hear without listening. We’re objects up there, living statues meant to serve.”

Not for much longer. 

She sighs before opening the door of the transport and helping me out. After wrenching open a door from the wall, she begins to lead me down a flight of stairs. I follow quickly. Queenstrial awaits. Cal is waiting. He told me once that today was both the worst and best day of his life. Worst because he knew it was the day he would never escape Evangeline again, and the best because I managed to ruin everything about Evangeline’s big day. I had pushed a pillow into his face in response, and he’d laughed himself hoarse about it. 

Walsh hurries down the stairs, looking over her shoulder to shout, “Keep up, I don’t have time to hold your hand!” Scrambling to catch her, I descend into a dark tunnel that runs underneath the market and into the Hall of the Sun. She waits for only a moment before saying, “You serve the king now, there’s no time for dilly dallying.” 

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I hurry along a hall of the Spiral Garden, keeping my eyes on the red servant in front of me. He’s much older than me, and I can see it in the way his shoulders slump as he walks. Queenstrial is set to begin, and a bead of sweat runs down my neck when I being to wonder if I’m in the right place. What if I’m not in the right place in line? How long was I in the Samos box for? What if I’m not the servant that goes up to the box I fell out of? Can I stage a fall from the servant’s box? I doubt it. 

By the time I get to the elevated platform the other servants are standing on, I bump my way into line, hoping that I’m in the right place. As I do so, the High Houses enter. I strain to catch sight of them, memories of sitting with Lady Blonos and memorizing their colors bubbling to the surface. Dark blue and red, House Iral. Blue and green, House Osanos. Green and Gold, House Welle. Green and Black, House Viper. Gold and Black, House Provos. I can recall them all from memory. In another year, many of them will be dead. 

I look them all over, and manage to spot Ara Iral, looking beyond bored in her box. But she’s also spying, I know that, cataloging everything away for later. In my distraction, I almost miss my call to the Samos box. I leap to attention, hurrying but trying to make it look like I’m not. I dance between bodies, lighter on my feet than I was even when I was this age. 

I enter the Samos box silently, shifting the curtain aside. From behind, I can see every muscle Ptolemus tries to hide in his fancy shirt. Like Cal, he’s never been able to hide the fact that he would rather be a warrior. My stomach still curls at the sight of him. To think in a few months he will be the reason Clara doesn’t have a father. The sight of Volo makes me queasy. Evangeline told me what fate befell her father in Archeon during the Lakelanders attack, and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to look him in the eye without picturing his face flattened against the deck of a ship. 

I draw my tongue along my lip before saying, “Sir?” He doesn’t even notice me, and a part of me almost laughs. What I wouldn’t give for him to ignore me like this in a few months. Soon, he won’t be able to. He holds out the empty water glass to me, a bored look on his face. “They’re toying with us, Ptolemus.” 

Taking the glass from him, I wait for Ptolemus to finish his. His eyes dance to me in confusion for a moment over his rim before he offers me the glass. I stifle the shake in my hand as I take it, panic coursing through me as he continues to watch my hands. “A demonstration of power, Father.” He says nonetheless as I hurry away to hide my face from him. “They make us wait because they can.” 

I want to spit in his face, or at least make a face in his direction like a child. To think Cal still respects you when you talk about him like a dog you can’t get to heel. Then again, Cal never did hesitate to throw a quip about Ptolemus out. 

I fill their glasses at the sink when the tone sounds, announcing the royal family. I close my eyes and expel a slow exhale. From where I hide in the flowers, I can see the High Houses all rise to their feet. Ptolemus whispers something to Volo, and I wish I was close enough to know what it was. Peeking out from the flowers, I watch as Cal’s father steps onto the balcony. My skin prickles at the sight of him. I can’t begin to imagine what Cal felt the first time he saw him. I know the first time I see Shade I’ll clutch him a hug like never before. I couldn’t imagine Cal doing that with his father, but I’m sure even being near him is making his heart ache. This is a torture neither of us could ever prepare for. Perhaps that’s the dark side of Giselle ability. You could see your happiest moments and the people you haven’t seen in years, only to remember that this has already occurred and you are simply reliving pain. 

From behind him, Elara floats out. I have to clutch the sink to keep from ducking out of sight. She doesn’t know I’m here, she doesn’t even know I exist yet. My plan is going to fail within seconds of seeing her, I know it. My weak little defenses will not withstand her ability. She’ll see everything. She’ll kill Cal, and hang his body up for everyone to see. Weak like his mother, she’ll say. He was sympathetic to the reds, he had to be removed. And it will be my fault. 

“Death to the Scarlet Guard!” rings out from several of the boxes, jarring me from thoughts. I dare a glance to see who is yelling. Haven is the only house I have time to catch before the King shouts back at them. 

“The Scarlet Guard—and all our enemies—are being dealt with!” The crowd silences immediately and my lips curl up in a smile at that. I don’t miss this man, not in the slightest. 

“—today we honor tradition, and no Red devil will impede that. Now is the rite of Queenstrial, to bring forth the most talented daughter to wed the most eligible son.” He continues in his speech, and I crane my neck down the stairs to check on Volo. He hasn’t moved, although he does lean over to whisper something else to Ptolemus. I grip the glass tightly in my hand as I turn the sink on again to hide my breathing. I might be sick right here in this room. If I see him, if I look into those blue eyes will I be able to avoid falling apart?

“Both of my sons honor our most solemn custom,” he waves them forward, and I dare a glance at the back of their heads. Cal’s on the other side of his father. He can’t see me, unless her turns his shoulders and cranes his neck slightly. I squeeze my hand into a fist though as Maven slowly turns, raising his hand in a greeting I know has been perfected by his mother. I slowly set the glasses down and grab the edge of the sink. 

He’s so young, so… clear eyed. He’s not haunted by his demons yet. They’re still alive and standing next to him though. And in that moment, as I look at him, I begin to regret everything. I should have just told Cal that we could do this alone. That we could get to Montfort on our own. We would be at the Rift by now if we had left last night. I should have ignored Jon, I should have said to hell with his meddling, and run. I can’t face Maven again. 

Cal is announced. He turns slowly, smiling and waving politely. When he turns to the Samos box, I can see his eyes searching. When he pauses, and makes eye contact with me, I raise my hand in a small wave. His hand barely twitches. It could be a wave to the Samos family and the others Houses will never know it was for me. He turns forward once more, and I turn the sink off. 

I told him I could do this, I told him that we were in this together. I can’t leave him now. 

In a daze, I leave Volo and Ptolemus their glasses. Even as I climb the stairs, I can’t forget the brief flash of Maven’s eyes. I won’t be able to escape them after this. Inhaling slowly but surely, I return to the servants’ platform. I feel like I can’t breathe. In an hour, I will let myself fall off a platform and into a force field and then, I’ll let myself be betrothed to the man who tried to kill me numerous times. Is this what Cal felt? In the first moment that he had run into Maven, had he felt this rush of emotions? Had his chest felt like it was going to cave in, and his legs were going to fall out from underneath him? 

His father is still shouting, completing the announcement of Queenstrial. I dare another look at him. He’s still smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. As every house claims their right to Queenstrial, his smile wavers a little more until it falls so low that he has to brings his lips back up. Just a little longer, I want to tell him.

When his father turns to Lord Provos to order the arena created, Cal’s eyes dance up to the servants’ box, and catch mine. His shoulders rise and fall in what must be a slow, deliberate exhale. He’s searching for control, or maybe a reprieve. He won’t get one until we find Giselle though. 

Underneath my feet, the platform lurches, and moves. That’s the last look I’ll get until he finds me in that hallway. The hum of electricity underneath my feet tells me the shield has activated, and the fight has only begun. The floor opens and Rohr appears a moment later. She’s even tinier than I remember. She bats her doe like eyes at Cal, and smiles. She’s little more than a child. So was I though. I’m older now though, and I have the wisdom to back it up.

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It feels like it has been hours. My eyes burn, and my skin crawls until I feel like I’m going to explode like a live wire. Any longer and I might just throw myself over the railing and into the shield to kick start this whole thing. Evangeline was last, but as the parade continues, I softly set my hand on the railing, prepared to throw myself over. 

The minute I think I might actually do that though, the platform at the bottom rises once more, and the sun catches the highlights of platinum blonde hair. My heart beats erratically and a bead of sweat rolls down the back of my neck. Her eyes dart up and around, but her expression is cold. Years ago, I thought that the light in her eyes was malicious. Now I know better. I know that she’s just as disgusted, and irritated with this whole process as everyone else is. Unlike the other girls, she is not seeking out Cal, she is seeking out the crown Elara is wearing. She’s seeking the safety of being queen, where no one will question Elane curling up by her side, and her father won’t be able to order her to do anything. She looks nothing like the woman I remember grabbing coffee with just a few days before I was chasing Giselle down a backstreet. 

I wish she was that woman. That would make things so much easier. 

Her father calls her name and her ability, and a moment later, I’m summoned to a box. My heart hammers in my chest as I pace down thin hallways to answer the call. Once I step into that box, my fate is sealed. I’m going to have to find something deep within myself. Jon had warned me though, had told me to find the strength to get through this. I have to have some faith. Not in him of course, but in myself. I learned that hard lesson at Corros. 

As I gather plates and glasses, I keep my eyes on Evangeline on the screen. She prowls around, searching for something to work with. With a flick of her wrists, and iron studs on her jacket start to move. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the theatrics. And she claims that I’m dramatic. She sets to work destroying the arena while I make my way slowly but surely toward the biggest open space in the box I can find. If she doesn’t tilt the arena, then all of this is for nothing. 

Evangeline never disappoints though. 

The floor shifts underneath me, and I squeeze my hand into a fist at my side. Even though I know I’m going to be just fine in the next few seconds, it doesn’t mean I want to fall thirty feet into a force field. The box tips, and I force an exhale through my teeth. A body slams into me, and I let myself fall. 

It’s a much shorter fall than I remember, so I hit the shield a lot harder than I want. Sparks fly across my skin, and I close my eyes. I feel like a battery getting recharged, and every volt of electricity that burns through me makes me feel whole. The shield wavers underneath me, and I only have a second to push to my knees and spit a curse before it fails completely. I fall the last twenty feet and curl up into a ball as I hit a pile of dust and sand. The blow doesn’t quiet knock the wind out of me, but it still leaves me stunned for a moment. 

Shaking myself out as I try to climb to my feet, I glance up at Evangeline. I’d forgotten the look she’d given me the first time she saw me. The mix of terror, horror, and fear is startling. She never looks at me like that again, not even in the Bowl of Bones when I create a storm from nothing. Above us, the rest of the High Houses gasp and murmur. 

I swallow as I glance around and then back at Evangeline who takes a tiny step back. I don’t have time to say anything this time, because she throws a hail of metal shards at me. I gasp and throw up a net of lightning to catch them. The shards shriek and burst apart a few feet away from me. I release the net and it explodes out, hitting the far wall behind Evangeline. She throws herself to the side to avoid being hit by any stray bolts. 

I hadn’t been that close to hitting her the first time. I grimace, as she whips her head around to look at the hole in the wall before turning her eyes back to me. I would stamp my foot at my stupidity, if Cal’s father didn’t shout for the Sentinels. They bleed out of the shadows in the boxes, and I lick my lips for a moment, tasting the ozone from the shield on my skin. I dare a glance up at Cal who is trying his best to seem surprised by me. Drawing my lips in a tight line, I sprint for the hole in the floor. Just as gun fire explodes behind me, I drop into a slide and go feet first down the hole. 

As soon as I hit the ground of the antechamber below, I start into a dead sprint. The cameras follow me, and every one I pass, I destroy. They explode like fireworks around me and rain sparks into the semidarkness. 

I make it to the mirrored hall and pause for a second to take heaving breaths. My chest burns and my legs already ache. I dont have much time, but I need to start thinking of a plan—gun fire explodes over my head and I drop to a knee and cover my head as pits of the wall cut across my neck. 

Two Sentinels come charging toward me. With a smirk, I charge them. They try to bring their guns up in time, but I drop to my knees and slide between the two of them and throw two well placed bolts of electricity into their hips as I go by. They collapse with a clang of metal, and I scramble to my feet, sprinting once more. At least the hallways are familiar enough to me that I don’t have to stop to think about where I’m going. I only hope that Cal’s memory is as good as mine.

I end up in a hallway, panting and a worried that I’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. How far away is Cal? Had it been a mistake to knock out the cameras on my way here? Maybe that was how he’d found me last time. 

Footsteps sound from the hall that connects to the one I’m in and spin into a defensive stance, lightning dancing in my hands. Cal comes around the corner though, his entire uniform askew. He catches himself on the wall and I drop my hands immediately. He approaches quickly and his bracelet sparks before a wall of fire encircles us, successfully obscures us from view. 

He reached out for me, and I grab his arm panting, “Don’t have much time, the Sentinels.”

He nods his eyes scanning over my charred uniform. “Elara—”

“I can do this, just don’t knock me out.” I growl as I meet his eyes. There isn’t time for him to play hero or savior right now. He shakes his head quickly and says, “We’ll think of something else.”

“No time. And if you try to dissuade her, she’ll know something is wrong. Let me face her, trust me.” 

He looks like he wants to argue more, but the sound of Sentinels shouting on the other side of the fire makes him whip his head around. I grab his cheek and force his eyes back to me. “Everything will be fine,” I assure him with a little smile. He looks even more uncertain, but his jaw tightens in understanding. I let my legs go limp, forcing him to catch me. Cradling me close to his chest he slowly lowers the wall of fire, whispering, “Be brave. I’ll see you soon.”

I let myself hold onto the image of his face for a second longer than I should, but if I do mess up with Elara, I want to at least remember those as his last words. 

[just-a-creep-babe]

Toby x Shy but Sweet! S/O Hcs uwu

Commissioned by anonymous, thank you so much luv 💗💞

~Requests are closed~ 

Masterlist: x

Though you’d never guess it by how bubbly & extroverted he usually is, Tobbers is actually pretty reserved around strangers

Something about being bullied all his life doesn’t make it easy to approach new ppl

So even if someone does catch his eye, it’ll take a while for him to get the courage to introduce himself—especially if they’re also shy & don’t approach him first

Luckily, boy’s pretty curious, so once he warms up to their presence, he’ll quickly wanna get to know them better in the hopes of becoming friends uwu

Like, even despite everything he’s been through, he’s still optimistic & open to the idea of trusting, ya know?

And he’ll be super happy when he sees how sweet & caring they are as he starts chatting them up :3

He honestly thinks they’re sO gosh darn cute & adorable that he has to stop himself from gushing over them all the time 🤧💞

It doesn’t take long for him to get attached cause it isn’t often he feels safe to be himself around someone else—especially without getting teased for all of his disorders and such

Seriously, it’s like a breath of fresh air knowing he doesn’t have to hold back when he’s with them ^^

Feeling comfortable enough to be vulnerable combined with the fact that they’re just so kind & sweet & encouraging means that they very quickly become his best friend 💛💛

The two end up practically joined at the hip tbh

Anything they could possibly want/need, he’s there to offer up his help anyway he can

They‘re just such a positive force in his life, homeboy wants to return the favor, yknow?

He also ends up becoming mad protective of them

Like he doesn’t want anyone to take that good-hearted nature away from 'em 

So not only do they gain a new best friend, but they also inherit a personal bodyguard 😏👌

He almost doesn’t wanna let them out of his sight because god what if something bad happens while he’s away??

Poor bby boy’s already lost his sister, it‘d kill him to lose them too

In a way, they kinda remind him of her ngl

He definitely makes it clear that no one, and I mean no one, should dare hurt them or make them uncomfortable in any way

Looking at you, Jeff 😤😤

Honestly tho, Tobbers is pretty oblivious to things like love & romantic attraction, so he doesn’t exactly,,, realize or understand that he is, in fact, in love w/ them

He just kinda,, doesn’t really think about that stuff, so it never crosses his mind that he might actually wanna be more than just friends

Either they have to make the first move, or one of the other proxies have to intervene

“Dude. You obviously care for them. Why not just ask them out already?”

“Wait, I what—?”

Once he realizes he missed out on being with them, he’ll feel kinda bad abt it

Like he inadvertently led them on w/o making any moves, so he might’ve confused them or even made them a lil insecure 🥺👉👈

Which only ultimately makes him that much more attentive to their needs when they do start dating

Not that he wouldn’t have already been the most caring bf in the world already 🥰❤️

He’s jus,, so eager to please his s/o, no matter what it takes uwu

It always makes his heart swell w/ pride & joy when he makes them smile—just knowing that he’s the one that makes them happy is like a drug he can’t get enough of 💋🌹

Like I mentioned, he’s not really experienced,, at all when it comes to dating, so he’ll often ask the creeps for advice

And when one of them mentions love languages, he’ll try his darnedest to find out what his s/o’s preferred form of affection is

And then he’ll always be sure to give them plenty of the lovin they need, no matter what it takes 💞

He’s just madly infatuated with how sweet & kind they are; he‘d do anything to repay them for the joy n security they’ve brought to his life <33

And, let’s be honest, boy’s been through a lot

Things haven’t been easy for him, and while he usually is pretty optimistic, there are times when he gets down in the dumps

Having an s/o who’s willing to stick around with him when he’s not feeling too hot—being patient & kind & sticking around to help him feel better is actually godsend

Lowkey thinks his s/o might be an angel

Sometimes he’ll start thinking that he doesn’t deserve them, but a few reassuring cuddles and he’ll forget all about his doubt & insecurities ❤️🌹

Everything about them makes him wanna be better so he can be the bf they deserve to have <3

He knows that social situations can make them uncomfortable, so any time they gotta socialize, he’ll try to take attention away from them if they start getting nervous

But he’s,,, not the greatest at reading body language, to put it lightly, so it’s more likely that they’ll have to come up with some kind of verbal/physical cues to let him know if they’re ok or not

And then depending on the situation, he’ll either pull attention away from them or just straight up drag them away from the scene

Also, if they think he was overprotective before they started dating, whew boy, they’ve got another thing coming

He‘s gottta remind himself that they can take care of themselves, but he just worries sm

And honestly, can you really blame him after everything that’s happened? :/

Lowkey, he might stalk them just to make sure they stay out of harm’s way—oop

It’s not that he doesn’t trust them, either, he just doesn’t trust other ppl and like,, the world as a whole

He might even go to Slender to ask if he could keep an eye on them so nothing happens when he‘s not by their side

Seriously, boy would absolutely sell his soul if it meant his lil cutie of an s/o would forever stay safe & happy

If anyone upsets them & Toby finds out, they’ll have hell to pay

He’s always ready to throw hands for his angel (ง •̀_•́)ง

And if they have a bad day or are just feeling generally down/upset, he’ll do anything to make it better

Accidentally might end up going overboard tho—whoops

Like,, Toby, babe, there’s no way anyone could not only need one or two but three giant teddy bears to snuggle with

There’s hardly enough space in the room!!

He’s just trying his best tho, it’s honestly endearing :��)

Thinks his s/o is the sweetest, most precious thing in the world and would do anything to keep them safe & happy & comfortable with him

He might need help learning boundaries at first because he’s not used to the dating thing, but once those are established, he might actually be the best bf anyone could ever hope for

Loves his little angel with all his heart <3

[thegingerwriter]

The Vegas of Hollywood- JaTP: Reggie x She/Her Reader- Part 1

NOT MY GIF. CREDIT TO CREATOR. IT IS A PRETTY BEAUTIFUL GIF.

(I usually don’t ever put gifs on my fics so we’ll see how this goes)

Requests:  a) Reggie always hugging reader and just being a soft little fluff ball in public, like at the orpheum. The guys teasing him but he just agrees and continues being Reg

b)  Can you please do something with Reggie from Julie and the phantoms? 

c) Julie and the Phantoms x reader where they have a nickname for her that they use more than Y/n. I thought Vegas was cute. Like she’s energetic and lights up a room and stuff. Maybe she pretends to hate it but she absolutely adores it?

Pair: Reggie x reader

Words: 1.5k. It’s more of a prologue!

Warnings: None fam. PG 13.

Perspective: 3rd person for this chapter

Pronouns: She/Her

Note: I wanted to start a new series ever since finishing Julie and the Phantoms and then I got requests and got some proper inspiration. Lemme know if you’d like to be tagged!

“It’s now or never!” All the boys sang the last line of the song as they played their final chords. Out of breath and sweaty, they all looked out into the empty venue, imagining exactly what playing in front of a full, packed and excited audience would be like that night. 

“Dude, that was so good!” Luke yelled, high-fiving Bobby next to him. 

Alex got up from his drums and walked over to Reggie, who clapped him on the back excitedly. 

“Okay Alex, man, you were on fire!” Reggie exclaimed, causing Alex to go shy and look at his feet slightly. 

“Oh, no- I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.” 

“Could you just own your awesomeness for once?” Reggie rolled his eyes, holding a finger up to Alex. “If Y/n was here for that song, you know she would agree.”

The four boys on the stage all turned their heads at once when they heard a single person excitedly clapping from the bar at the back of the room, their cheers and whoops echoing around the space, causing the boys to smile- one of them in particular beaming far more than the others. 

“Y/n!” They all yelled excitedly, gently putting down their instruments before bouncing off the stage. 

“I’m so sorry that I’m late, I had an issue with the van, and I know that I missed the sound check, but hopefully there’s enough time after we get dinner for one more practice with me-” The young girl was cut off as she was half squeezed to death by a crushing hug from the boy in the leather jacket. 

“Jesus, Reg- don’t kill the poor girl.” Alex laughed. “And don’t worry about it Y/n. We weren’t playing without our lead pianist and singer on purpose- but the guys were getting restless and we needed to let off some steam-”

“It’s all good, Alex. And by the way, I thought you were pretty awesome.” Y/n smiled and winked at him before squealing as Reggie squeezed her again. 

“Reg, if you kill my best friend- I’ll kill you.” Alex said, laughing as he said it, failing to make it seem like he didn’t actually mean it. 

“I mean, what a way to die,” She laughed as the boy hugging her took this as an invitation to lift her up. “No wait, REGGIE THAT WASN’T LITERAL!”

“Surely you’d still love me, even if we were dead?” Reggie laughed as he eventually put her down. He shrugged his signature jacket off his shoulders, automatically handing it to Y/n. She had once shyly asked for it- and now he just seemed to give her any clothes he had on him that he wasn’t immediately in need of. It soon just became unsurprising to their bandmates when Y/n would just rock up in one of Reggie’s shirts, the boys not really wanting to ask about it anyway.

Y/n laughed at Reggie’s previous question. “Hmm. I’d have to think about that one.” 

Among all of the loving interaction that seemed to happen more often then the other band members could count- Y/n, Reggie and Alex noticed Luke and Bobby chatting up a girl next to the bar, the other boys’ demeanor practically screaming that they were already flirting.

“Oh, here we go.” Y/n laughed, leaning into Alex as the tall boy slung an arm over her shoulders while the three of them walked towards the bar. 

“...you guys were really good.” Y/n heard the girl say as they stopped next to the two other boys.

“Tell your friends!” Reggie chimed in excitedly, interrupting the conversation. 

“No seriously. I was really feeling it.” The girl insisted, causing all of them to break out in smiles- even Y/n, despite not being present to sing for the soundcheck. 

Bobby laughed awkwardly, giving the girl his best smile before snapping his head towards us. “Weren’t you guys getting hot dogs?” He turned back with his sweet smile again. “I’m a vegetarian.Could never hurt an animal.” 

“Too good for us now, are you Bobby?” Y/n teased, causing the boys to chuckle as Bobby shot her a glare. 

“Though he is right, I am starving and I need energy before the show.” Reggie said, Luke and Alex nodding while Y/n roller her eyes. The four of them, minus Bobby, began to walk towards the back entrance of the venue. 

“Oh wait-“ Luke turned towards the girl again. “He had a hamburger for lunch!” He exclaimed, before running after his other band mates. 

They all laughed as they walked out into the back alley that the Orpheum led out to, eager for food. 

As they walked together towards where they knew they would find food, Y/n unexpectedly jumped on Reggie’s back, causing him to have to desperately throw his hands out behind him in order to hold her properly and not let her hit the ground. 

“Jeez babe give me some WARNING!” Reggie laughed, spinning her around, resulting in her laugh being projected throughout the alleyway. 

“Yea, calm down, Vegas.” Luke said, jumping out of the way as Y/n threw her foot out to kick him. Reggie lightly swatted at her leg in response. 

“Hey, no violence up there young lady.” He said, pretending she was in trouble. 

“But he called me Vegas.” Y/n pouted, shooting a glare at Luke. 

Alex adjusted his hat, laughing at the girl's defense. “It’s a very fitting nickname, and an even cooler stage name. You can’t tell me it’s a lie to say that the fans also love it.”

“I still don’t get it.” Y/n grumbled. 

“You’re loud and stay up till ungodly hours of the night. Sounds just like Vegas to me.” Luke laughed and he would have been hit by her swinging leg if Reggie hadn’t grabbed both her ankles to prevent her from doing so. 

Reggie adjusted his girlfriend on his back. “I like to call you Vegas because you’re great at keeping secrets, you light up all hours of the day and night, and people are just dying to get to see you.” He said, putting her down as they reached Sam and Ella’s Street Dogs.

Y/n’s face went hot at the compliment, causing Reggie to smile and pull her into his side, leaning down slightly to kiss her forehead. 

“You know what? You can call me Vegas, just for that.” Y/n said sweetly, pulling on his jacket to bring him down to kiss him on the cheek. 

They were interrupted as Luke pretended to be annoyed. “Gosh, would you look at these two!”

Alex shook his head disapprovingly, but he couldn’t hold the smile back. “Can not take them anywhere.” 

Luke and Reggie volunteered to get the hot dogs while Alex and Y/n went to snatch a spare couch under a veranda many people in the street went to eat their food on a Friday night. 

Alex plopped down onto the couch, leaving enough room for Y/n to sit down next to him before pushing her back against the side of the couch and throwing her legs over Alex’s lap. He routinely threw his hands up to give her room for her legs before letting his hands fall back onto her thighs. 

“Hey.” Y/n said, as she suddenly noticed her best friend looking nervous, tapping her legs like his drums to the beat of a song she had written for them to play tonight. “You know you were great in there just then? And I know you are going to be great tonight.”

“I can’t wait to hear you sing in there tonight, V.” Was all Alex could respond, giving her a small, precious smile she was more than grateful to see.

“A hot dog for you, m’lady!” Reggie suddenly appeared in front of them, handing a hot dog to Y/n while Luke, who appeared a second later, gave one to Alex. 

The other two boys let themselves fall onto the couch, Luke letting out a dreamy sigh while looking at the neon sign above them displaying the venue name they’d been trying to get into for far longer than they could count. It took everything the had- and even then it was a serious struggle. 

“Gosh, this is awesome you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum! This is gonna be one of the greatest nights of our lives!” Luke shared excitedly. 

Y/n raised her hot dog, the boys following suit as they all smiled. One could really tell they were all happy to be in this together, finally on their way up in the world.

“Eat up boys. Tonight definitely changes everything.” Y/n said before they all took a bite. 

A couple seconds of chewing later, Alex partly screwed his face up. “That’s a new flavor.” 

Reggie laughed with food in his mouth, Y/n giving him a shove with her foot for his lack of manners before he swallowed properly and tried again. 

“Chill man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.”

Chapter 2 is here.

[heich0e]

LIV BABE!!!!

I FINALLY READ YOUR EREN FIC ON THTS ON HERE AND AO3 AND OMG YOU DESTROYED ME IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE SO IM COMING HWRE TO TELL TOU ABOUT JT AHAISKKDKX

(not saying cheating/infidelity is a smart or nice thing to do but fucking hell, I loved it)

first, the way you’re able to write so little but so much all at once has made me fall in love with you and your writing, literally!! like you manage to say so much with the little details provided and I enjoyed every second of that story.. like the emotions?? the inner turmoil?? THE BETRAYAL TO COLT?? COLT HONEY YOU DESERVE BETTER HOMESTLY BUT FUCK ahajsjjsdkaooa

oh and then the smut was amazing, yes, but can we talk about how you wrote it in the situation of cheating?? like yes it’s hot but it’s also so damn wrong and hurtful and you portrayed that so fucking well, I’m literally like a proud little sister rn for you 👏🏼💕 but it makes me wonder if you’ve ever experienced anything like that and that’s why you’re able to write it so well 🥲 if so, I am so sorry but damn you write so beautifully every time!!! 😭😭

and no people I am not condoning y’all should go find yourself an eren and cheat or whatever cause that shit sucks and it hurts, I’ve been there and I found out AFTER the fact and it was the worst pain ever so reading this brought memories that I now laugh about (I may be insane who knows??) BUT GOSH THE ANGST I FELT WHILE READING IT AS WELL WAS PERFECT AND I LOVE YOU <33

I also kinda like how it ends, I feel like it’s ending is open to interpretation to try and fit in their shoes over what they’ve just done and honestly, if you don’t even want to make a part 2, I’d be content with this!! that’s how freaking amazing it was, the little cliffhanger ending is creating many branches in my brain over what could’ve happened next between them and I’m enjoying it so much!!

with that, I wish you a good night of writing up things/taking care of yourself/whatever you’ve got plans for tonight!! :))

ALEX OMFGGGGGGGGG ILYSM

you are FAR TOO NICE TO ME BABES I DO NOT DESERVE IT!!!

yes absolutely colt deserves sm better poor sweet baby boy :'(

yes absolutely cheating is bad you should never cheat and being cheated on is the worst fucking feeling in the world but there's just something abt the "we shouldn't be doing this" aspect of infidelity that i feel adds a real bit of razzle dazzle to the smut yknow?? especially given how deep the roots of eren/reader's history run and how things ended between them.

I don't think I'll end up writing a part 2 because i'm also satisfied w/ that open ending and just letting the reader interpret what might happen moving forward, but clearly both Eren and Reader have a whole lot of stuff to work out (good luck with that besties <3)

i was literally just thinking about you today babes i hope you are well and that life is treating you kindly!!!

[suituuup]

The Bachelorette

For a fic x art trade with @thehorriblyslowmurderer. Thank you, I hope you like it :D

rated: T

Word count: 2,5k

ao3 link

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“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” Beca hisses as she steps out of the car, making a dash in the snow for the front door of the cabin the Bellas will be staying at for the next three nights. 

She punches in the code given by the owner via email and pushes the door open just as Chloe makes it to the top of the steps, following her fiancée inside. 

“Oh wow,” she breathes, taking in the huge space that’s a perfect mix of authentic and modern, with a jaw-dropping view of the range of mountains in the distance through the large bay window in the living room. 

The perks of having a famous girlfriend; they didn’t have to pay for anything, Beca having made a deal with the owners to promote the place on her Instagram while they stayed there for their bachelorette weekend. 

A fire is already crackling in the wood-burner and a welcome basket with goodies sits on the kitchen island. Chloe walks over, plucking the note. 

“Dear Beca and Chloe. We hope you and your friends have the best time at our cabin,” she reads outloud before taking a look at what’s inside: a couple bottles of wine, cheese, chocolate and fruits. “That’s so sweet of them.” 

Beca hums, sliding her arms around Chloe’s waist from behind and hooking her chin over her shoulder. She nips at Chloe’s earlobe. “How much time do you think we have until the others get here?” 

“We’re here, pitches!” Amy’s voice interrupts Chloe’s lusty thoughts before she can reply.

She giggles at Beca’s groan, patting her forearm and stepping out of her embrace to greet their friends. Everyone’s been so busy this year, their last reunion dating back to last New Years Eve. “Hey guys!” 

“We brought booze!” Stacie exclaims, holding up two bottles of tequila. “I’ve got like, a bunch more in the trunk.” 

“Let’s pimp this place up, ladies,” Aubrey instructs, carrying a box containing what looks like rainbow themed-decorations. 

“Oh jeez,” Beca mutters as once everyone greeted everyone, the Bellas move about the place to prep dinner and whatever else they have planned for herself and Chloe. “Should we be scared?” She mumbles to her fiancée. 

“Trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Stacie says as she walks past them, winking. 

Yeah. They should definitely be scared. 

The first night turns out to be pretty low key, Jessica, Ashley and Aubrey whipping up an amazing dinner for all of them. They drink wine and play a drunken game of Twister and Cards Against Humanity, turning in rather early as they plan on hitting the slopes the morning after. 

“Today was so much fun,” Chloe gushes as she swipes through her photos once they’ve made it back to the cabin after their day spent skiing. “I even caught your fall on film.” 

Beca grumbles, trying to get her cold fingers to work down her jacket zipper. “You better not post that on social media, Beale.” 

“How’s your ass?” Chloe smirks, locking her phone and tossing it on the bed. 

“Bruised.” 

“Poor baby,” Chloe sighs, pushing to her feet and sliding up behind Beca. She peppers her jaw with soft kisses and nuzzles her cheek. “Come shower with me?” 

Beca seems to fight off a shiver, not one triggered by the cold. “Be there in a sec.” 

Walking into their fancy ensuite bathroom, Chloe turns on the spray in the Italian shower and strips the remaining layers on her body before stepping under the hot water. Slender arms loop around her waist less than a minute later, Beca’s warm body pressing against hers. 

“You think you can be quiet?” Is murmured against her ear as one of Beca’s hands slides downwards. 

Chloe bites back a moan, turning around in Beca’s arms and stepping back until her back hits the stone wall behind her. She watches with darkened eyes as Beca lowers herself to the tile floor and hooks one leg over her shoulder, Chloe’s eyes sliding shut at that first lick. 

When they eventually come out of the shower a while later dressed in matching robes, they find Bride-to-be shirts folded on their bed, along with a sticker stuck to one of them. 

quit boning and meet us downstairs! the party’s awaitin’

The back of the shirt sports selfie of them that they must have taken from Chloe’s instagram. 

“This is so cheesy,” Beca grumbles as she shrugs it on, but Chloe knows she secretly loves it. 

“There they are!” Stacie shouts when they make it downstairs fifteen minutes later. 

Music is pumping through Beca’s expensive wireless speaker and the coffee table is covered in various liquor bottles, snacks and a handful of pizza boxes.

“Have a seat, ladies,” Amy motions to the two chairs facing the couch with a flourish of her hand, bowing her head. 

Chloe and Beca sit down, and Jessica and Ashely set a rainbow tiara on their heads and sling a bride-to-be sash across their chests. 

“We had each of you fill out a bachelorette quiz a week ago, and you’ll have to guess the other’s answers. If you get it wrong, you have to take a shot,” Aubrey explains, motioning towards the row of shots set on the coffee table. 

“And if we get it right?” Chloe questions, cocking an eyebrow. 

She’s gonna crush this game. 

“You get to pick a present out of the gift bag.” She nods to the large tote bag sat between their chairs. “Any questions?” 

Both shake their heads as Aubrey plops down on the couch between Emily and CR. “Chloe, what is Beca’s favorite feature about you?” 

“That’s easy,” Chloe beams, glancing at her fiancée with heart-eyes.  “My eyes.” 

Beca rolls hers as Chloe leans in to kiss her cheek before reaching into the bag. She wraps her hand around a bottle and pulls it out, reading its label. “Ooooh, coconut massage oil.” 

“Boring. Alright, next question,” Stacey says, plucking the sheet from Aubrey’s hands and ignoring Aubrey’s objection. “What could Chloe eat every day?” 

Beca smirks, and without a beat of hesitation, replies, “Me.” 

Emily flushes hard, Stacie smirks devilishly, while Aubrey makes a face. The rest of the girls hoot and whistle, and the tips of Beca’s ears redden. 

“I knew you’d put something dirty on a bachelorette quizz,” Beca murmurs into Chloe’s ear a beat later as she leans across the short distance between them. “Otherwise I would have said pizza.” 

Chloe grins, leaning in to peck her lips. “Correct.” 

Beca fishes a gift out of the bag and unfolds the clothing item. Her cheeks turn a shade darker. “Wow, that’s… I have no words.” 

The pair of hot pink panties read: You may now bang the bride. 

“I love them!” Chloe says, snatching them from her fiancée’s hand. “I’ll keep ‘em.” 

“Chloe, what was Beca’s first impression of you?” 

“She thought that I was crazy,” Chloe replies. She shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “I did break into her shower.” 

“The word we were looking for was intense,” Stacie corrects with a tut. “Take a shot.” 

“Oh come on, she’s just being polite because I’m her fiancée!” Chloe argues with a laugh. 

“Take a shot, ginger!” Amy shouts. 

With a grumble, Chloe plucks the shot glass in front of her off the table and knocks it back, grimacing at the burn as it slides down her throat. 

Jessica is the one to ask the next question. “Beca, what was Chloe’s first car?” 

“Seriously!?” Beca asks. “How am I supposed to know that?” 

“You do!” Chloe points out, a shit-eating grin spreading across her features. 

“Really?” Beca mumbles and reaches out to take her first shot. 

“My old Jeep! We had sex in it,” Chloe blurts out, giggled as Beca chokes a little on the liquid. “And broke the front seat.”

“TMI,” Aubrey winces, her nose scrunching up before she takes a sip from her red solo cup. 

“Chloe, what job did Beca want to do as a kid?” Emily asks. 

Chloe’s eyes light up. “Oooh, she wanted to be a detective!” 

Beca chuckles. “I was obsessed with Scooby-Doo as a kid.” 

“Aw, you found your real life Daphne!” Ashley gushes while Beca rolls her eyes. 

She bends to pick something from the bag, pulling out a pair of padded handcuffs. 

“Oh, nice! Ours isn’t padded,” Chloe comments, as she takes them from her fiancée. She leans in to whisper something into Beca’s ear. “I know you like it when it hurts, but I don’t like seeing you all bruised up.” 

“Beca, your submissive is showing,” Stacie states when Beca blushes from Chloe’s comment, plucking the sheet from Emily’s hold. 

“Beca, what’s Chloe’s biggest accomplishment?” 

“Easy. She has two: winning the Worlds and getting into vet school.” 

“Nice, babe,” Chloe praises, holding her hand up for a high-five. 

By the time they’re finished with the questions, Chloe is definitely buzzed (she had like three shots out of fifteen questions, which isn’t too bad in her opinion), and they’ve added a few gifts to their pile, a variety of sweet and kinky: matching Mrs and Mrs mugs, a bottle of lube, two sets of gorgeous satin pajamas, a spa treatment for two at Chloe’s favorite establishment in NYC, and a strapless strap-on (the best in the market, according to Stacie). 

“Now we believe Beca has something planned for Chloe,” Aubrey says as she stands, taking Beca’s phone from Beca’s hand. 

Chloe’s head whips to the left towards Beca, an eyebrow raised in surprise. “You do?” 

“Mhm,” Beca hums while four of the girls move the coffee table to make space. She brushes a too short kiss to Chloe’s lips, pulling away before Chloe’s ready to end it, and casts her a wink as she steps backwards. “Go sit in that armchair.” 

The opening notes of Beyoncé’s Dance For You drift through the speakers, Chloe’s jaw dropping when she realizes Beca is about to dance for her in front of their friends. 

“Oh my gosh,” Chloe breathes out with a laugh, her body temperature cranking up a notch as she gets comfortable. 

Beca’s hips start to swivel to the beat of the song, hands leaving her hips to slowly hike up her sides. Her fingers tangle into her brunette hair as she twists to stand sideways and slowly shimmies lower. One hand leaving her hair, Beca traces her bottom lip with her pointer finger and bites down onto the tip before she straightens, arching her back so her ass sticks out as she rises from her crouched position. She adds a hair flip to the mix before slowly strutting towards Chloe, perfectly on cue with the beat, all the while keeping her gaze locked with Chloe’s.

“Work it, girl!” Stacie shouts as Beca stands in front of Chloe, bending down so that they share the same breath. 

A chill runs down Chloe’s spine as she resists closing the distance between them, knowing from the wickedness flashing in Beca’s eyes that she’s bound to pull away before their lips can touch.  

Beca spins around, her hips matching the chorus as she bends at the knees with her legs spread and grinds it low for a few beats. Her perfect ass brushes against Chloe’s body on her way back up, and it takes everything in Chloe not to grab and squeeze it. 

The volume rises around them as the girls cheer and hoot, but Chloe can only focus on Beca and how sexy she is as she turns back to face her, hands running through her own hair then drifting down the curve of her neck, over her breasts and stomach. 

“It’s called a lap dance for a reason, shortstack,” Amy calls out as the song flawlessly transitions to Drunk In Love, the perfect arrangement no doubt one of Beca’s works.

Chloe’s mouth dries up as Beca sets both hands on Chloe’s knees and spreads them apart. 

“No touching,” Beca husks lowly, nipping at the shell of her ear and eliciting a quiet moan from Chloe. She turns around and her hips start to move in a slow, sensual dance; swerving, popping, grinding and occasionally rubbing against Chloe’s crotch. 

Spinning back around, she braces a hand by Chloe’s head and sets her right knee in the space between Chloe’s left thigh and the arm of the chair, rolling her body towards Chloe once. She straddles her lap next, her lips parted to accommodate her heavier breathing as she stares down at Chloe. 

Chloe’s fingers dig into the leather of the arm rest to keep her hands from touching Beca as her hips gyrate in lazy circles in her lap. When the song comes to an end, Beca cups her cheek, pulling her into a deep, languid kiss which Chloe eagerly returns, finally giving in to the burning desire and palming her ass, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze. 

“Alright, alright! We get the message,” Aubrey’s voice cuts through their lustful lip lock. 

“That was so freaking hot,” Chloe breathes across Beca’s lips, nipping at the bottom one before backing away. “I need the rest of that performance later.”

Beca wets her lips, smirking. “Deal.”

Games less centered around the brides-to-be follow as they pass around a joint of weed and eat pizza while sprawled out on the various couches in the living room. 

It’s past three am by the time they head upstairs, and Chloe can tell by the expression on Beca’s face that she’s high. Chloe only took one hit and feels fine, if not still a little drunk from the shots she downed at the start of the party. 

“You okay?” She asks, catching Beca staring at her with a look as she pulls her sleeping shirt over her head. 

Beca nods. “I’m just… we’ll be married in less than a month.” She seems to ponder on her words for a few seconds. “Married. That’s like… big.” 

Chloe raises an eyebrow and steps closer, lowering herself on Beca’s lap as she sits at the foot of the bed. “Are you freaking out?” 

“Weirdly, no,” Beca replies as her arms loop around Chloe’s waist. “I actually can’t wait. For our wedding, our honeymoon, our kids…”

“Our kids, huh?” Chloe questions in amusement. She twirls a brunette lock around her pointer finger. “How many kids are we talking?” 

“Mmm, at least two. I didn’t like being an only child and you loved growing up with siblings so I want that for our children, too.” 

Chloe’s smile is so big, it almost hurts. “Sounds like a good plan.” She brushes a kiss to the apple of Beca’s cheek. “You know what else sounds like a good plan? You giving me the rest of that performance. Preferably with less clothes on.” 

Beca’s eyes darken at that, her lips curving into a smirk. “Yes, ma’am.” 

[khaleesiofalicante]

I just read the new chapter of LBAF and you’re KILLING ME DANI.

Initially I thought that I wouldn’t like the TMI kids that much because it’s not canon but BOY WAS I WRONG. ALL THESE PRECIOUS BABIES.

Selena, Gigi, lexi, David pls protect them at all costs.

however, Lightwood-Banes are my favourites obv and PLS STOP HURTING THEM WHY R U STRESSING MY BABIES THROUGH THIS AND THANKYOU GIVE ME MORE ANGST I LOVE IT.

okay but for real. I’m so worried about Rafael and Max and poor bbies Malec but specially Rafael and Alec. we’ve only seen glimpses of malec and wow, they are THAT COUPLE but they are so stressed for their kids (and SW ofc) gosh fuck shadow world and it’s politics but most of all FUCK THE COHORT. I just want my lightwood-babes family to be happy and in love and all cuddly and happy and having fun and HAPPPYYYY.

Dani u really said, FUCK U, FUCK YOUR MENTAL HEALTH AND FUCK YOUR DARK HAIR to Consul Alec didnt u?

I don’t even know what the main LBAF fic is going to be like. I just know you’re going to put all these beautiful precious kids through hell. and for what?? stupid fckn angel city

Lastly, I love Clace, Sizzy and Malec as parents gosh they are so gentle with their kids. everything that they deserved themselves as kids but never got. Pls let TMI gang and their group of strange kids live in peace. pls solve the plotline of lbaf in chapter 1 of the main fic and GIVE US 15 CHAPTERS OF GAME NIGHTS AT THE LIGHTWOOD-BANE HOUSE. I wanna see SIZZY obliterate the other two fams and parabatai banter bw Alec and Jace and all three couples being extremely gross and their kids being so fckn done with their shit pls DANI PLS

THIS WAS SO FUNNY I DON'T KNOW WHY. I LOVED THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU.

I am so glad you like the lbaf gang. I hope you will like them even more as you continue to read their journeys.

Me when I read this - "PLS STOP HURTING THEM WHY R U STRESSING MY BABIES THROUGH THIS AND THANKYOU GIVE ME MORE ANGST I LOVE IT."

Also this - "Dani u really said, FUCK U, FUCK YOUR MENTAL HEALTH AND FUCK YOUR DARK HAIR to Consul Alec didnt u?" - WAS HILARIOUS. Nothing personal, Alec. Just business.

Also I NEED A CAP THAT SAYS "stupid fckn angel city" IMMEDIATELY.

Also you ask me to make this fic fluffy is the funniest thing. You do know what LBAF stands for right kdsfksfs. I love you. You will survive this fic. YOU MUST COMRADE YOU MUST.

[angelbaugh-writes]

My Almost Soulmate {Steve Rogers x Reader}

Request: Can I ask for 5 with steeb rogers?

Warnings: endgame spoilers (just in case you haven’t seen it), heartbreak at the end

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, sunshine! Fun Fact, this dialogue prompt is a line from a poem I wrote. (Another fun fact: One part of this deleted itself twice! So I had to write the date section a total of three times. I think I have it memorized!) I hope you like it. Much love Xox Angel Baugh

    I was madly in love with Steve Rogers. It was love at first sight; at least it was for me. If soulmates existed, I believed with my whole being that he was mine.

     We first met at the tower. Tony had hired me as an assistant, and was introducing me to the team. I had excused myself to the restroom when Steve arrived. When I entered back into the room, I quite literally ran into the blond super-soldier.

     “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry,” I stumbled over my words as I apologized profusely. “Are you okay?” A deep laugh brought my gaze up to the prettiest face I’d ever laid eyes on. I’m sure he heard the squeak that left my mouth.

     “It’s okay, doll. I should have looked where I was going.” Oh god. Did he just call me doll?

     “Fuck me.” I couldn’t keep the words in. My face began to heat up as the embarrassment washed over me. His smirk sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

     “Y/N! You met the old man, I see,” Tony spoke as he found us, “What did I miss?” You stared at Steve, wide-eyed and silently begging him to keep his mouth shut. He sent me a wink that caused me to groan inwardly.

     “Y/N just ran into me, but it’s no big deal. She apologized to make up for it.”

     I must have left a lasting impression on the poor guy, because I had managed to seduce him into asking me on a date. That was the first time I’d ever seen Steve flustered. A light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. I had, of course, said yes. How could I say no to Captain America?

    The date started at a nice restaurant. We passed banter back and forth as we ate. Steve told me about his childhood. Sure, I had learned about him in History class, but it was so much more interesting learning it from him. We shared embarrassing stories as we walked to the movie theater. I couldn’t remember the name of the film to save my life, but I do remember practically jumping into his lap when a scary scene played on the large screen.

    “I had a really good time tonight,” Steve spoke as he walked me to my front door. I held my cardigan in my hands. He stuffed his hands in his pockets nervously. “I’d love to do it again sometime soon.”

    “Maybe we could meet up for some coffee one morning this week,” I suggested, biting my lip. The small action claimed his attention. He licked his lips as his gaze drifted to mine.

    “That-That sounds perfect,” he mumbled. A few moments passed before he finally asked the question I’d been waiting to hear. “Can I kiss you?”

    A nod was all it took for him to connect our lips. His hands cupped my cheeks while my arms wrapped around his waist. The cool night air nipped at our faces. Sparks shot through my spine at his touch. We pulled away flustered.

    “I’ll see you at the tower tomorrow,” I whispered, seemingly dazed. He grinned at me. “Goodnight, Steve.”

    “Goodnight, darling. I’ll see you then.” One quick peck on the cheek and we parted to go our separate ways.

    Our relationship started slowly. After three more dates, I asked Steve to be my boyfriend. We became closer together as weeks and then months passed. We moved in together after a year together. The house was small but still big enough for us. Soon after that purchase, we got a dog. The irish setter was our child. Sam came over more often than he was invited to play with the dog. He spent many nights in our guest room. We got engaged after three years of being together.

    My phone rang as I talked with Pepper. The team was due to arrive from a mission that day and we waited for our boys together.

     Tony didn’t give me time to talk when I answered the call, “Hey, kid. We just landed. Your old man got hit and he’s not doing too good. He’s going to be okay. Meet us at the med bay.” He hung up without waiting for a response. I looked at Pepper.

     “They’re home,” I croaked out, “but Steve’s hurt.”

     When I entered the room, Steve was laying down with an IV hooked up to him. His face looked as if it had been drained of color. Tears pricked my eyes as I sat next to him.

     “Oh. Hi, Y/N. I missed you.” His lazy smile brought a quiet chuckle out of me. “I got a boo-boo.” 

     “I see,” I sniffled. “I thought you were supposed to be invincible to this kind of stuff?”

     “I am! But the bad guys got the good stuff. But don’t you worry, I beat them up real good!” His words slurred together as he spoke. The medicine being given to him was causing him to become delirious.

     “I’m proud of you, babe,” I grabbed his hand in mine and kissed his knuckles gently.

     “Why are you crying? Don’t cry, my love. How am I supposed to propose to you tonight if you are sad?” I halted my actions at his words.

     His head lolled to the side before shooting back up. He had sobered up just enough to realize what he had said. I knew this was coming, Bucky is a terrible liar, but I hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

     “Oops. I didn’t mean to say that. Unless you’re okay with that. Will you marry me, Y/N? This is really bad timing, but I’m so madly in love with you. You’re amazing. You’re so smart and talented and pretty. Not to mention your fat a-” I cut off his rambling with a kiss.

     “I’d love to marry you.”

     The wedding was simple. The team were the only people invited. No best-man was appointed, due to Bucky and Sam’s subtle rivalry, and I had no maid of honor. It was perfect for us. We were perfect together.

     I wish I could say that things ended with a Happy Ever After, but it didn’t. The war against Thanos ended with Tony’s funeral. It was easily the hardest day of my life. After the service ended, Steve had to jump back in time to return the stones. He left. He left to finish saving the world for the last time.

     The last thing I expected was for him to stay. He was given the chance to stay with her and he took it. He chose Peggy over me. I came second to him in those fleeting moments. In the long run, I meant nothing to him. Just a stepping stone in the path back to her. Everything had been a lie.

     He was my almost soulmate.

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

All The Kisses

A/N: I really like this one. 

Summary: All the types of kisses you share with Shawn throughout your relationship 

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: Some swearing and brief mentions of an anxiety attack. Very, very fluffy. 

The First Kiss 

You were just sitting next to each other on the ground and doing homework. Music was playing softly from your laptop and not much was said as you both worked on your Chemistry labs. 

“Can you check this equation for me?” Shawn asked, pushing his notebook towards you. He smiled when you looked up from your notebook with big eyes, having not heard what he asked. 

“What?” You brushed a loose strand from your ponytail back. He swore you had never looked cuter. 

“Equation. Check,” he chuckled. 

“Oh, sure.” You scanned over the numbers, erasing a two he had placed in front of Hydrogen, “Hydrogen has a subscript of two when it’s alone, so you don’t need the two in front.”

“Thanks.” His smile was soft and you swore you could have kissed him right then. 

Last First Kiss started playing and you sang along quietly, when Shawn asked you, “Y/N, have you had your first kiss yet?” 

“Shawn, you’re my best friend. Trust me, you’d be the first to know if I did.” You weren’t really fazed by the question, but Shawn seemed somewhat shocked by your answer. 

“Have you been on a date?” 

“Nope.” You rolled your eyes and let out a playful sigh. “Oh, I am such a poor, lonely soul.” You placed your hand to your heart and made a dramatic frown. Shawn laughed. 

“I could be your last first kiss, “ he stated with a glint in his eyes.

“Stop plagiarizing One Direction. Write your own songs.” 

“I have!”

“Exactly! Use them!” You both laughed. Shawn watched you as your face returned to a more restful expression. The hair that fell in front of your face did little to block the small smile still resting on your face. “What are you staring at?”

“Just how beautiful you are.” You blushed profusely. Your best friend who you happened to have a decent sized crush on just called you cute? No way. 

“What are you talking about?” You tried to brush off the comment, but every thought of it made you blush even more. 

“You’re so pretty. I have no idea how you haven’t had your first kiss or even been on a date, but I’m gonna change that.” Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. It was short and sweet, but it left you breathless. 

Shawn started at your shocked expression, worried he had done something wrong. “I’m so sorry, I should have asked-” He was cut off by you cupping his cheeks and pulling him in again. He smiled. Nothing could beat this moment. 

Top of the Head Kisses

“I don’t know how I failed it,” You exclaimed through tears. You were leaning against your car, a hand covering your tearstained face. “I worked so hard.” 

“I know baby. I know,” Shawn said softly as he pulled you into his chest. His right hand went around your waist while his left held your head to his chest. He had seen you study for a whole week. You had gone to the teacher every day after school, having to cancel some of your plans with him. It didn’t make sense that you had spent all this time trying and failed anyways. 

“I hate history,” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around him and pressing you head further into his chest, as if it would keep you safe from the tortuous grade. 

“It’s alright babe. It’s just one grade. It won’t kill you.” “It dropped my grade four points.” 

“It’s all going to work out. We can figure out where you went wrong so you can prepare for the next one, alright?” 

“Okay.” 

You stayed there for a few more minutes, enjoying the company of your boyfriend. He placed his head on top of yours and you smiled. 

“You’re the best boyfriend ever. You know that right?” 

“Yeah.” His smile reached the side of his face when he heard you laugh. “You’re the best girlfriend.” He put his lips on the top of your head, staying there for a second before kissing it. “I love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

~

“Y/N, can you come over here?” Shawn asked from the doorway that lead outside. You were at your parents house and there was a campfire set up outside, waiting for everyone to gather around. 

“Yeah, just let us finish this round,” you said dismissively. You and your brothers were playing Mario Carts and you were about to win when you got hit by someone’s power up. “Who did that?” 

Both of your brothers laughed and you sent a glare in their direction. “You’ve got to be kidding me! How did you win that one?” one of them asked. 

“Skills, baby.”

“One more round.”

“You’re on.”

“Y/N,” Shawn chuckled from the doorway, walking towards your place on the couch.

“What, babe?”

“There’s a fire outside. Come on, let’s go.” The hand he had stuck in his pocket fumbled with the case he had been carrying around for a while. “I have something important to ask.” 

“You can just ask me here.” Your eyes never left the screen in front of you as you talked to him. 

“You have to come outside.” 

“It’s gonna have to wait then.” 

Shawn shook his head. It was going to take a lot to get you outside. “You’re crazy,” was all he mumbled before leaving a kiss on the top of your head. You leaned slightly into him and he wrapped an arm around you. “Love you babe.” He pressed another kiss to your head and walked outside, looking at the perfect proposal scene in front of him. 

Wedding Kisses

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. From the moment you walked down the aisle to the moment he was told he could kiss the bride, Shawn’s eyes were on you. 

“You may kiss the bride,” Shawn didn’t wait a second, wrapping his arms around you and dipping you before crashing his lips on yours. You were both in fits of giggles afterwards, you telling him that you thought you were going to fall over with how clumsy he was. 

“I would never drop you, my dear,” was the only response he had. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of you all night either, kissing you every chance he got. 

It took all his willpower not to kiss you during your first dance. It was all he wanted to do, yet he realized that he had all the time in the world to do it. With your head on his shoulder and his head resting on top of yours, he was able to sneak in a few to your temple. He could feel you smile on his shoulder every time he did, and nothing had ever given him a better feeling. 

All too soon, the night was over, but he kept kissing you everywhere he could reach. 

“I’m never going to get tired of this,” he mumbled as you swayed together in your apartment. You were holding each other close, swaying to the music playing from your phone. 

“Me either.” 

Last First Kiss came on, and you both burst into a fit of giggles. 

“Can you believe this is where it started?” you asked, lifting your face from his chest to get a full look at his face. “Six whole years ago.” 

“You were so cute back then.” His head fell back in laughter when you swatted his arm with a fake frown. 

“I was. Too bad I’m so beautiful now.” 

“All the better, my dear. Everything about you is magnificent.” He dipped you and leaned down to kiss you again, smiling as he realized this is how he got to spend the rest of his life. 

Forehead Kisses

“Alright, three, two, one!” He shouted from three rows back. You were at one of the areas Shawn was performing in that night. You thought it would be cool if you jumped off the stage and struck a pose in the air. The stage wasn’t too far off the ground. What could go wrong? 

You jumped as high as you could, sticking both your arms in the air and making a silly face. Everything was fine until you landed. Your feet gave out from under you and you landed hard on your left knee. “Fuck!” 

“Babe,” Shawn ran towards you kneeling down next to you and trying to get you to sit back. “Are you okay? What hurts?” 

“My knee.” You voice came out strained and you hugged it close to your chest. “Holy shit.” 

“It’s alright babe, I’ve got ya.” He carefully picked you up bridal style and carried you backstage to get you checked out. He sat down and laid you across his lap, allowing you back to rest on the armrest of the couch. 

Your face was still contorted in pain, grimacing more when you knee was being inspected. 

“It’s gonna be alright, babe,” Shawn whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead and letting them linger for a second. You curled up closer to him, signifying that you wanted to stay like that. He smiled in adoration and put his lips back to your forehead, staying like that until you were able to stand up and get back to his dressing room. 

~

“Breath with me, baby,” you whispered as you held him close. You took deep breaths, trying to get him to sync with you. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Soon enough, his breathing became more regulated and you were able to pull back slightly to get a better look at his face. 

He was a mess. His anxiety had been through the roof the past few weeks and tonight was his breaking point. Luckily, you had been there when he needed you and you were able to calm him down. 

“You’re okay,” You said softly, running your fingers through his hair and pushing you lips to his hairline. You left a few pecks there before pulling him down to lay on your chest. 

“You are so strong,” your lips were still pressed to his forehead, “and I am so proud of you.” 

Belly Kisses

“Shawn, he’s kicking!” you shouted from the bedroom, placing your hands on your stomach as you felt the flutters. 

Shawn all but ran to the room, dropping to his knees and placing his hands on your belly to feel. “Oh my gosh. He’s kicking.” His smile reached his ears as he looked up at you. “That’s our kid.”

“That’s our kid,” you confirmed, placing your hands on top of his. 

“I love our little bub. I love you,” He stated simply, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on you belly, taking in the moment. After a few seconds he picked his head up and started blowing raspberries on your belly, causing you to shake with laughter. 

“Shawn!” He was mesmerized by the sight. His beautiful wife, pregnant with their child, laughing like he had just told the funniest joke in the world. He placed a quick kiss to your belly before standing up and cupping your cheeks, kissing you like the night of your wedding. 

Temple Kisses

“Shh, Jack. It’s okay, mommy’s got you.” You said as you rocked your two week old son in his room. It was one in the morning and you were beyond exhausted, but Shawn needed to rest. He had a long day of interviews coming up that day and you didn’t want him to be tired. Of course, Jack had other plans. 

His cries seemed to be intensifying by the minute, leaving you to hope that he wouldn’t disturb Shawn. You felt like you had tried everything. You had fed and changed him. You even went as far to change his pyjamas, hoping that maybe he just didn’t like the material. Nothing seemed to be working. Sometimes, you knew, he just needed his dad. You were hoping that wasn’t the case tonight. 

Your hopes were crushed when you heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway and the door opening slowly. 

“Sorry. I was trying to let you sleep but he won’t stop crying and I don’t know why.” You were close to tears and Shawn could tell that you were frustrated. 

“No, no, it’s okay. Let me try.” He took the wailing baby from your arms and started bouncing to soothe him. It took a few minutes for it to stop, but Jack eventually started to calm down, falling asleep on Shawn’s shoulder. “There we go.” Shawn carefully placed his son back in his crib and turned to look at you. “He just need his daddy tonight.” 

You were almost asleep standing up and Shawn smiled to himself. His perfect little family all in one room. You jumped slightly when you felt his arms wrap around you. 

“You’re such an amazing mom. I hope you know that,” he mumbled into your shoulder. 

“You’re an even better dad.” You turned your head to kiss him on the temple, sliding your head down afterwards to rest on his shoulder. 

He pulled his head up to kiss your temple in return before saying, “I am so lucky to have you two.” You looked up and smiled tiredly, allowing him to see the dark circles under your eyes from multiple nights of interrupted sleep. “Let’s get you to bed, pretty mama. You need some sleep.”

[secretobsessionstuff]

Hi, I don't know if you're still taking prompts, but after reading your adorable carsickness fic for Madix I had an idea. Maybe the 4 of them (dakota, blair, riley, madix) are all stuck in a house together because of a storm (or quarantine lol) or something and madix is coming down with the stomach flu but he's trying to hard not to throw up for Riley's sake but eventually he does and dakota goes after him so riley doesn't have to but then riley sucks it up and does anyway

Oh my gosh thank you for this lovely request! I hope you like it! 

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Time: 19:00

It’s been 5 hours, 34 minutes, and 6 seconds since Madix and Riley had planned to leave Dakota and Blair’s place. It’s also been 5 hours, 35 minutes, and 6 seconds since the weather network issued a formal warning urging everybody to stay off the roads.

Madix looked out the window at the so-called dangerous driving conditions and was blinded by the moonlight bouncing off the snow. He squinted and let out a sigh. It looked like they wouldn’t be going home anytime soon.

“It’s your turn, Madix,” Riley called from the kitchen table.

Madix let the curtain drop, obscuring his view of the sweet outside world. His car was right there! They were 12 kilometers from their home! But a pile of snow was in the way. Though it had only been five hours, Madix felt like they had been prisoners in Dakota’s home for three weeks already. Of course, Dakota’s place was fine. It was warm and had all the food they could possibly need, but Madix wanted to go home.

He swallowed down a wave of nausea and rejoined his friends at the table. It’s been 5 hours, 21 minutes, and 22 seconds since Madix’s stomach-ache turned into more than a stomach-ache. When he realized that he probably wouldn’t be going home that night, his uneasy feeling grew into something worse. All day, he felt kind of achy and weird. It was only when the prospect of not sleeping in his own bed had sunk in that Madix started to feel sick to his stomach. He shivered, not because of the cold – the house was actually too warm – no, he shivered because he felt his stomach churn beneath his palm.

Sitting back down at the table, Madix gathered up the pile of obscenely offensive cards and watched as the words swam before his eyes. Only one of his friends’ cards could win and it was a choice between an insulting joke about religion, an insulting joke bout race, or an insulting joke about religion and race. Obviously, the latter won, but honestly, Madix wasn’t even paying attention anymore. He put his cards down on the table and rubbed his forehead.

Riley grinned and collected his winning card. He was sitting beside Madix with his hand on his boyfriend’s thigh under the table. As Madix let out a long exhale, he gave him a curious glance.

“Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” Madix nodded without lifting his head. “Who’s next?”

For a while, the game distracted his friends from realizing that Madix was slowly getting worse. He was talking less, burping into his fist, and generally feeling like a pile of crap. Unfortunately, no game or conversation could distract him from the way his body felt like it was being poisoned.

Eventually, the game ended. Blair had won, which prompted Dakota to wonder how she got so good at such a bad game. There wasn’t much else to do after that, so Dakota poured everyone a glass of wine and they just talked. As expected, Madix’s drink sat untouched for the next hour. At least now, he could excuse himself from the table without worrying that his turn would be coming up.

Time: 20:28

Madix had been in the bathroom for far too long; his friends were no doubt getting suspicious. But he needed the time to be alone. He leaned against the sink and allowed the pain to show on his face. He looked grey and exhausted. For the tenth time in the past five hours, he wished he were at home. Actually, if his wish could have come true, he would wish for his belly to stop hurting. He didn’t want to throw up, but as the night went on and the snow kept falling, that was looking more and more like a fantasy.

As Madix left the bathroom and turned the corner, he almost ran into Dakota.

“There you are,” Dakota said. His face was hard to see because the hallway was dark, but he looked concerned. “Are you okay?”

Madix didn’t know what his face looked like in the dim lighting, but he bet it wasn’t great. “I’m fine,” came his automatic reply, then he remembered he was talking to Dakota. “…sorta.”

“Sorta?”

Madix crumpled. He let his shoulder fall against the wall, too tired to hold himself. “I don’t feel well,” he breathed out.

Dakota put his hand on Madix’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you say anything? I have Advil or Tylenol or –”

“It’s my stomach.”

“Oh.”

“But I don’t want Riley to know.”

Dakota frowned and got closer to his friend so he could hear better. Madix did look quite pale and shaky.

Madix carried on. “It’ll freak him out if I’m sick while we’re all stuck here.”

“Do you think you caught a bug?”

Madix groaned and hugged his stomach. “I don’t know, but please don’t tell him.” He started walking back to the bathroom, hoping Dakota would follow. “I’ll just take some nausea meds and ride it out.”

“If you’re sure…” Dakota said hesitantly as he pushed pills out of a blister pack. He handed them to Madix who took them gratefully. In the proper light, Dakota could see that his friend looked horrible. His cheeks flushed, and his collar was rimmed with sweat. “I’m sorry you can’t go home. Let me know how else I can help.”

“Just don’t tell Riley.”

The boys returned to the living room where the four of them were now sitting. Throughout the conversation, Dakota kept looking at his friend. Madix was next to Riley, but looked very uncomfortable. His fists were clenched around the fabric of his shirt. Each time he blinked, he kept his eyes shut for ten seconds.

It was nice that Riley seemed relaxed, Madix thought. Part of him wanted to curl up next to his boyfriend, and another part wanted to stay as far away as possible for multiple reasons. For starters, his stomach was making all these sick noises every few minutes. The pills weren’t helping much and now all he could feel was water sloshing around inside him. Also, thanks to the heat in his cheeks and heaviness in his head, Madix was almost certain he had a fever. He certainly didn’t want anyone else to catch whatever he had, but he felt like a bomb. It was only a matter of when.

During one of those ten second blinks, Madix suddenly needed to snap his eyes open as he heard his name being said. “What?” he looked around as if in a daze.

Riley had taken Madix’s hand to get his attention. “You sleepy, babe? You haven’t said anything in a while.”

“Just tired.” He smiled sleepily, hoping that he seemed fine.

“You look a bit pale,” Blair said. She was lying against Dakota but leaned forward to get a better look at Madix. “Doesn’t he?”

Riley cocked his head to the side and looked at Madix. “Yeah, kinda. Are you feeling okay?”

Madix didn’t like having everyone look at him at once. He knew he looked bad, and he knew his friends were just worried. He glanced at Dakota who was rather hard to read in that moment. He was actually hoping for Dakota to save him but that didn’t happen.

What did happen though is that Madix’s stomach chose that moment to gurgle. Oh God, this can’t be happening, he thought. The room was suddenly boiling hot. His skin felt all tingly and slick with sweat.

“Babe, talk to us.” Riley’s voice was like a faraway sound at this point to Madix. His head was spinning, and his vision was blurry. He knew he was in trouble when saliva flooded his mouth. If he was planning on saying anything, that plan was never going to come to fruition. Madix’s stomach lurched, causing him to gag. He shot forward, clamped a hand over his mouth and sprang up from the couch.

The three of them were left staring at Madix’s back as the poor boy ran down the hall. Riley looked confused and spooked at the same time. He was awkwardly sitting on the side of the couch, as if he wanted to get up.

Dakota actually did get up. “It’s okay, I got him.” He went after him.

In the bathroom, Dakota found his friend on his knees, heaving into the toilet. He knelt down next to Madix just as a torrent of sick gushed from his mouth.

“Alright,” Dakota said as he put a hand between Madix’s shoulder blades. “That’s it, man, you’re okay.”

There wasn’t time in between retches for Madix to acknowledge his friend’s presence; he was too busy purging his body of everything he ate that day. However, Madix liked the feeling of Dakota’s heavy hand on his back. He focused on that feeling rather than his belly that was in turmoil.

The room was swaying, and his head was fuzzy. He burped a few times before beginning the next round of vomiting. He made a strange strangled sound in his throat as his stomach sent up another mouthful of puke. A sob escaped in between gags.

“Oh Madix,” Dakota cooed. He was still rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, everything’s fine.”

With his head still hovering over the toilet bowl, Madix caught his breath and spat a glob of saliva. “I feel awful, Kota.” His voice came out sounding thick and strained.

“I’m sorry.” Dakota felt stupid saying that, as if an apology would make it all better. “It’s just a bug though, you’ll get through this.”

Madix groaned and rested his head on his arms that were crossed over the toilet. “How’s Riley?”

“I’m fine.”

Both boys looked towards the door where the new voice came from. Riley was leaning against the doorframe, looking like he was using the wall as a shield. He took a step into the bathroom. “Who cares about me, though. How are you doing, babe?”

“Not great, Ry,” Madix said before burping into his hand. It was the first honest thing he said to Riley for a while now. Seeing his boyfriend’s face, Madix suddenly felt smaller and cold. He reached his hand out towards Riley, craving a bit of contact. To his surprise, Riley joined Madix on the floor, replacing Dakota.

Riley grabbed Madix’s hand and pulled it to his chest. “I’m gonna look after you.”

That little bit of comfort made Madix melt. He instantly let out a small whimper of pain and allowed Riley to take him into a hug. With his face smothered into his boyfriend’s chest, he let the tension out of his back. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Riley said while petting Madix’s damp hair. “Now, let’s get you out of this shirt, you’re drenched in sweat.”

Madix pulled away from the hug. “I’m going to be sick again.”

Judging by Madix’s relatively calm state, Riley guessed he meant later in the night. Nonetheless, he would stay by him when it happened. “That’s fine. Let’s at least move you to a bed and get you in clean clothes.”

Again, it was as if a weight was lifted from Madix’s shoulders. “You’re the best.”

“I’m trying”

Madix resisted the urge to kiss Riley. He settled for a smile. “I know that.”

[caprina-mints]

Hey! Ben female version here! That was A D O R A B L E. I have a question: do you do headcannons? If yes, I have two requests. The first one is y/n with cynophobia. Imagine, just walking in the forest with (character), then y/n gets real scared and (character) find out what they are scared of and he/she is like: "you aren't afraid of killers but you are afraid of dogs. Really?" The second one is y/n that gestures a lot. Please? I would like something that I relate a lot to! Thank you! Bye bye!

Yeah I do headcanons female Ben! And I got the message :3 a pinch of fear combined with doggos coming right up!. Also about the gesture request can you elaborate what you mean please? :D

Having a s/o who has Cynophobia

Jeff the Killer

▶ Picture this, Your Boyfriend was being Nice and allowed you to meet one of his friends who he calls 'Smile'

▶ You didn't know why you were meeting this friend in the forest but it's a serial killer thing so you didn't question it.

▶ When you did meet his friend --- oh gosh may Jeff and smile dog's ears rest in peace.

▶ Lots of screaming .

▶ You clung onto Jeff for dear life while screaming at smile dog who looks so confused.

▶ Jeff's reaction? " That's rude babe, you're not afraid of a psycho killer and you're screaming like a baby cause of a dog? Weak"

▶ Fuck you Jeffery he earned a slap for that.

▶ You were shaking and trembling so much Jeff Began to grow worried.

▶ Jeff's hoody is now ruined.

▶ Feat. Your harsh grip on the poor cloth almost tearing it apart.

▶ " Jeff you fucking asshole I'm scared of dogs! "

▶ was your boyfriend a good boyfriend?

▶ No definitely not

▶ Like--

▶ Spell asshole? --

▶ Jeff.

▶ You clung onto him like a koala and he even whistled for smile to come closer.

▶ He was a dumbass and he knew it when you started hyperventilating.

▶ He fucked up good when you collapsed and fainted.

▶ He was so fucking panicky that smile dog being a dog had to tell his ass what to do.

▶ " Calm down smile kid it's your own fault for scaring her dumbass now get her back at her place and lay her on the bed"

▶ The dog had more brain cells than him when it came to these things.

▶ When you woke up?

▶ The frying pan had been bended by the force of your anger.

▶ Jeff's head now has a bump

▶ Jeff had to buy you gifts for a month because you were so angry with him you didn't talk to him at all and he didn't know what you do.

▶ Jeff's note to self: Never Ever scare girlfriend with a dog ever again. If I do hide the frying pans.

Ticci Toby

◁ Just a nice and warm stroll at the forest near the park with Toby was very refreshing.

◁ Lots of stolen kisses

◁ Head pats from Toby

◁ And you respond with a Kiss on the cheek.

◁ Everything was perfect how could something go wrong?

◁ Yeah never should have jinxed yourself.

◁ Looks like a Dog had been a very bad dog and ran away from its owner.

◁ it got lost in the forest and now when your eyes landed on that thing.

◁ You did what any normal thing would do

◁ You jumped in the arms of your boyfriend and he was forced to carry you bridal style.

◁ You fear dogs but for some damn reason dogs love you. Wtf?

◁ " Get that thing away from me! It's dangerous it's a-a" You started stuttering .

◁ " I-its j-just a d-dog "

◁ " That thing is a lethal killing machine! It descended from Dinosaurs! "

◁ You were practically pointing at a small chubby and harmless Corgi.

◁ Toby laughed.

◁ He had to laugh.

◁ It was so hilarious seeing you so scared because of a small dog and when you were faced with a blood thirsty killer you just shrugged it off like it was nothing.

◁ You were sweating and trembling sending glares at him.

◁ a wave of dizziness hit you like a bitch slap and you felt like you were going to vomit your lunch.

◁ you whined and started pounding on his chest urging him to take you home .

◁ He was laughing but when you started sniffling and sobbing he stopped.

◁ " I-im s-soryy baby I shouldn't have done that we'll g-get you home o-ok? "

◁ He felt really bad for laughing at you like that and he didn't hesitate to turn back and take you home.

◁ On the way he whispered a lot of soothing words into your ear while kissing the crown of your head.

◁ it didn't take you long to fall asleep in his arms though.

◁ When you two got home he had his arms wrapped around you while he gave you small pecks on your face as a way to ease your panic.

◁ Can't deny that it worked.

Ben Drowned

◧One minute you two were walking through the forest but Ben thought it was boring so-

◧ This Little Glitchy Elf decided to take you inside the screen.

◧ He showed you various of worlds inside random video games.

◧ You were having the time of your life owning Ben's Ass in every game.

◧ Lots of teasing and mocking insults though.

◧ Every time he lost he'll give you a smooch

◧ Cause...

◧ Why not?

◧ He gets so flustered when he smooches you it's adorable.

◧ You were entering another world and

◧ Boom

◧ A fucking Game where everything and everyone reassembles Dogs.

◧ Fun-Fucking-Tastic

◧ You thought you got over your fears of dogs already but seeing this horrific image now gave you goosebumps

◧ Your legs felt like Jello and you couldn't think straight.

◧ You were sweating and your hand was shaking so much you looked like a human vibrator.

◧ Ben took notice of this and asked you what's wrong.

◧ you couldn't answer because your voice was stuck at the back of your throat

◧ Your heartbeat could be heard for miles and when you felt something lick your leg you squeaked.

◧ you felt so panicked when you found out it was a dog you were about to pass out and when another dog came into picture and started barking.

◧ oh boi

◧ You broke down in tears and started crying.

◧ Ben? He couldn't comprehend the situation how could you be so scared of these tiny things that couldn't hurt you? But when a killer shows up? The first thing you say is fuck off I'm eating? Ok that's really insulting for all the killers out there. He gave you a smirk--

◧ But when you looked at him with really pitiful eyes he just lost every sense of pride in him and dragged you out of the previous terrain and now you were back in the mortal realm.

◧ You were in a state of shock that you didn't move.

◧ So Ben gave you a piggy back ride instead.

◧ He had no idea you were so scared of Dogs like that he almost felt like an asshole for not helping you sooner.

◧ When you got home he covered the two of you in a blanket and had you trapped securely in his arms while watching cartoons.

◧ You clung onto him and whenever you'd tremble or start sweating nervously again -

◧ Expect a lot of kisses as a distraction...

◧ Those kisses led to more though.

[heyyyharry]

flatmate harry’s car breaks down before they start dating and he has to take the bus w yn?

It’s 1AM and my brain decides that I should write something instead of getting some sleep.

.

“Why are you always complaining? Our planet is dying and you’re here bitching about your car breaking down!”

Harry suddenly froze, his eyes widened at his flatmate but a smile immediately spread across his face.

Annoyed, she lifted an eyebrow. “What?”

“Did you just say ‘bitching’?”

“I’m nineteen. I’m allowed to curse.”

“Oh, so my sweet Y/N is all grown up, eh?”

She slapped his hand away when he attempted to pinch her cheek. They were too busy annoying one another that they completely forgot they weren’t the only ones at the bus stop. There was also an old lady, who was irritated by them arguing since the moment they got here.

“She clearly doesn’t want you, son. Give up,” said the old woman as she fixed her sunglasses.

Y/N bowed her head and mumbled a quick apology. Harry, on the other hand, seemed as chill as ever. He laughed and threw an arm over his flatmate’s shoulders. “It’s okay, ma’am. She’s my girlfriend. We’re just teasing, right babe?”

Y/N dropped her jaw at the nickname. “Babe?!”

“Oh, the bus is here, babe!” He cut her off, smiling from ear to ear.

The lady only shot them a glare and quickly got on the bus to get away from them as fast as she could. Despite the grumpy look Y/N was giving him, Harry stroked her head like a cat and urged her to hurry up so they wouldn’t get left behind.

“Don’t sit next to me.”

Confused, Harry watched the girl sit down and place her bag on the empty seat by her side. Ouch, he thought.

“Where else would I sit?”

“Anywhere but here?” She said, not looking at him.

Normally he would’ve sat down anyway just to annoy her, but the looks the others were giving him made him extremely uncomfortable. So he remained silent and chose a seat two rows behind Y/N.

Good riddance, he told himself.

He didn’t want to sit next to her anyway. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to be around her almost 24/7 and she was constantly breathing down his neck. He would get his car fixed this afternoon, so this would be the first and the last time he’d take the bus with her.

Content with that thought, Harry sat back and relaxed as he watched the buildings and the trees sliding past the window on his right. It was actually pleasant. Well, that was until the bus stopped once again to pick up a new passenger.

He recognized the guy for he’d seen him a few times in his Business Ethics class. He’d never spoken to him, but apparently Y/N had. The guy gave her a little wave as she did the same. To Harry’s surprise, she removed her bag to make room for him to sit down next to her, where Harry should’ve been.

Despite having told himself that he’d feel better back here, those two sitting together was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Did they sit together everyday? How did they meet? What did they usually talk about during the long bus ride?

All those questions made his stomach twist in an awful way and he felt the need to go over there and scare off the dude.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to distract himself with happy thoughts, which were all useless now that Y/N was laughing at something the fucker had just said to her.

That’s it, said the voice inside Harry’s head.

Before his brain could decide what was the right thing to do, his feet sent him up from his seat and took him to where Y/N and her ‘friend’ were sitting.

“Hey, Y/N, got gum?”

“No?” She looked at him funny. He guessed she could already tell that was just a lame excuse to get her attention. But screw it, everyone had been silently judging him since he got on this bus, he had no dignity left now.

“Okay.” He gave her a shrug before turning to the other guy.

“I’m her flatmate,” said Harry with a smile.

Smiling back, the boy introduced himself as Robert, or Robin, or Robot. It didn’t matter what his name was, because Harry was too busy reading Y/N’s facial expression and trying to guess what she was thinking of.

Robot mentioned something about him always admiring how Harry knew all the answers in class. Flattering, yes, but Harry had heard the same thing from almost everyone he knew so it wasn’t really a big deal.

“Why don’t you sit down like any normal person would?” Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile which only amused him.

He smiled back, titling his head and pouting a bit. “Aww, are you worried that I might get aching feet?”

“No, I’m worried that people might assume we’re friends.”

“Funny little thing you are.” He chuckled then turned to Robot, pointing to the paper cup he was holding. “What’s that?”

“Black coffee.”

“S’it good?”

“Don’t answer him,” said Y/N, but neither of the boys paid attention to her now.

“Wanna try?” Robot offered Harry his drink. And so Harry didn’t hesitate as he accepted the cup and took a sip.

“Hmm.” He smiled, licking his upper lip. The way Y/N rolled her eyes and pinched her temple was very entertaining to him. There was something so satisfying about getting a reaction from her, negative or not. Maybe that was why he loved teasing her.

He was about to hand the cup back to Robot to keep on being annoying until the poor kid gave up the seat next to Y/N. But then the bus driver decided to take a sudden turn. All the passengers nearly had a heart attack when Robot screamed and jumped right out of his seat. The cup in Harry’s hand a second ago had fallen onto the floor, now empty, as black coffee was dripping down from the poor guy’s crotch.

Harry tried his best not to laugh as he covered his mouth and said, “I’m so sorry, mate—“

Robot didn’t even let him finish that sentence. He aggressively pushed Harry aside and carried his bag to the back of the bus, not even saying a word to Y/N, who was just as appalled as anyone else there.

Harry watched him go and his eyes soon fell back on his startled flatmate.

“What was that?!” She questioned when he sat down next to her.

“An accident?” He scoffed. “You saw how sharp that turn was. Lucky for me I didn’t fall.”

Y/N groaned and buried her face into her palms. Once again, her reaction made him laugh.

“Not funny!”

“It kind of was. I feel bad for his penis. That coffee was hot.”

She glared at him. “Why can’t you just be serious for once?”

“Oh you want me to be serious?” He sat up straight, his eyebrows furrowed all of a sudden. “How would you feel if I asked you to not walk too close to me, nor sit next to me, nor even talk to me? This is my first time taking the bus to campus, at least be nice about it. I would never do such things to you.”

Her attitude toward him had never changed that fast. In a split second, the look in her eyes turned from anger to guilt as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth, stuttering for a moment before she could say, “I’m sorry...I-I won’t do that again.”

“Gosh.” He breathed, holding her gaze. “You apologized so quickly it’s...actually cute.”

As his mouth spread into a cheeky grin, hers fell opened and her face were all red. She smacked him on the arm, her eyebrows snapped together. “Damn you! Is everything a joke to you?”

“No!” He put up both hands, trying to contain his laughter. “You did hurt my feelings!”

“Yeah, right. As if you had feelings.” She crossed her arms and looked straight ahead instead of at him. What she couldn’t see now was the way he was smiling at her, like she was the most precious thing in the world. Clearly, that wasn’t how you looked at someone you claimed to hate.

“Listen,” he broke the silence between them after a few seconds. “You don’t have to apologize every time someone makes you think that you should. People will take advantage of you for that.”

She stayed silent, only giving him a nod to let him know she understood. That was when he noticed her expression softening, and his heart fluttered for a reason he couldn’t explain.

“Still want me to go?” He teased.

“No.” She shook her head despite not looking at him. “You’d cause trouble again. It’s better if you’d just sit still.”

“You could just say you love sitting next to me.”

“In your dream.”

He snorted at the response, and now couldn’t take his eyes off her lovely pouty face. And so he told himself, maybe taking the bus wasn’t so bad after all.

[godlydolans]

Tumblr problems again.

Tumblr again wouldn't let me answer asks, so I'm doing it this way.

This actually wasn't in my inbox, I don't know what tumblr's deal is. Anyway, sorry for the delay, anon, I had planned to post this yesterday but I had to write this two times because the first time wasn't posting.

It was a girls' night out, there were plans to visit this new pub that has opened nearby, stay for a few hours and then go straight home. At least that was your plan. You just wanted to catch up with your friends.

Getting piss drunk was never a part of the plan but that's what ended up happening at the end of the day. What were you supposed to do, all your friends were drinking and they were encouraging you to at least have one glass. That one glass turned into multiple and you didn't even realise when you got this drunk.

And now you are scared. You obviously can't drive like this and you don't have the balls to call your boyfriend, Grayson. You know hell will break loose when he finds out you are drunk when you'd promised you would control it tonight.

But you can only avoid him for too long. He is the one who calls you once its past 11:30. Your breath hitches in your throat when his name flashes on your phone screen, causing your friends to throw you teasing smiles and smirks.

"He can't stay away from you, can he?"

You just give your friend a small smile and excuse yourself from the group, walking out of the pub and taking a breath of fresh air before answering the call. "Hello?"

"Hey babe, I just wanted to know when you're coming back home. Its getting late and I don't want you to drive alone at this hour."

"Uhh.. I actually wanna come home right now, but ahh..can't really drive right now," You squeeze your eyes shut, contemplating what he will say when you tell him.

He doesn't speak for the next few seconds, you actually have to call his name before he finally speaks, "you're drunk?" Grayson's voice sounds harsher than it did before, "How drunk?"

"Just a little bit, baby." You say, voice small and meek in comparison to his. "Can you please come pick me up?"

He sighs and you hear some rustling on the other side before he says, "Yeah, I can. Send me the address and I'll be there."

And you can see the familiar blue Porsche from the window within fifteen minutes of the phone call, causing you to say rushed goodbyes to your friends, collect your things and walk to the car that has several people's attention. Ha! If only they could see what the prince driving the beauty looks like!

Grayson already leaned over and opened your door for you from the inside before sitting straight again, looking straight ahead. One look at him and you can tell he is mad. So you just sigh, getting into the car wordlessly.

The whole way home, grayson doesn't say anything and you don't have anything to say other than 'sorry'. So you're left to pout on your own, staring out of the window, watching the cars, trees and buildings passing by in a blur. Then you look at Gray, who is gripping the wheel really tight, the vein in his bicep is popping. You go back and forth between the window and your boyfriend for the rest of the ride.

When you do reach home, Grayson shuts off the engine, gets out and goes into the house, forcing you to follow behind him. His legs are long and you can't match his stride because of your tight dress, not to mention the high heels you have on that are really killing your feet. On top of that, you can't walk straight, tripping over your own two feet.

Grayson has to stop on his way to the bedroom and wait for you to catch up. When he turns back, he sees you walking with your head down and your hair coming in your face, obstructing your view of the floor. You stumble once and he is walking over to you.

You are left flabbergasted when one moment, you are strppling to walk on the plain floor and the next, the floor is not even beneath your feet. Your man literally swept you off your feet and is now carrying you to his room like you're some princess.

Like you are his bride.

The thought makes you blush and giggle to yourself but that giggle quickly dies down when Grayson's jaw hardens. Little do you know, he clenched his jaw to stop himself from smiling at your utter cuteness.

Drunk Y/N is the cutest girl in the world, in Grayson's opinion.

"I'm sorry, Gray." You mumble, looking up at him from under your lashes as he opens the door to his room and then closes it with his foot.

"Its okay."

You know it's not okay, you can tell from his tone alone that he is still angry at you and you don't like it when Grayson is angry, especially when he is angry at you.

Drunk Y/N is also very emotional, so when Grayson places you down on his bed and turns back to walk into the bathroom, you kick off your heels in frustration, hands working to take off your earrings next. The goal is to keep yourself busy so you don't break down crying. The bottom lip that has been slightly jotted out from the moment you got into the Porsche with Grayson, has now started to wobble when the left earing starts to get difficult.

Grayson comes out of the bathroom with a pach of makeup removing wipes in one hand and one of his t-shirts in the other. The sight of you struggling to take off your earing is what he is met with. He just stops and stares as you struggle with the little thing, your eyebrows furrowed like you've been told to solve the toughest maths equation, lips pouting cutely, hair falling all over the place. His heart melts for you and all the anger he had melts away right with it.

How can one be mad at their girlfriend when said girlfriend is the cutest woman in the entire world?

"C'mon, you bitc-" You all but yank at the earing, yelping on pain the very next second and that causes Grayson to continue walking till he is kneeling in front of you.

"Easy there, tiger." He chuckles as his hands take yours and push them away from your poor ear, "I got this."

You just look at your pretty painted toenails, fingers absentbmmindedly playing with themselves as Grayson takes off your earing in one go and hands it into your open palm. You scoff, glaring daggers at the little earing, "I always knew she liked you better than me."

"Who-the earing?" Grayson asks, amused as he watches you narrow your eyes at the earing and press your lips together as if you're trying to intimidate the inanimate object, before you mumble, "You betrayed me." very quietly.

Grayson just bites his lip, watching as you slam the thing down on the bed and begin to remove your necklace. While you are doing that, Grayson takes out some wipes and begins taking off your makeup from your forehead. His hands are so gentle on your face, you doubt any makeup is coming off at all, but you don't stop him. His fingers tilt your head up when he starts to get product off your chin and your heartbeat doubles up in speed when Grayson's fingers apply the lightest pressure on your lips while taking off the dark lipstick you had put on earlier in the evening. He does it all with such concentration too. Gosh, you love this man so much, it hurts!

"Okay, get undressed and put this on. I'll go take a shower." He instructs, handing you the t-shirt he brought for you before he disappears into the bathroom again. This reminds you that he is still mad because you guys usually take the night time showers together. With a heavy heart, you get yourself out of your tight dress, get into the shirt and grab a pillow and the smaller blanket off Grayson's bed before you leave the room.

Grayson comes back to an empty room, thinking you must be in the kitchen getting water or something, but when you don't come into the room even after fifteen minutes, he gets up and decides to go look for you. He doesn't have to look for long because he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over you, the moment he takes a few steps into the living room.

Sighing, Grayson walks to you and kneels down in front of you. A kiss is placed on top of your head, causing you to open your eyes and stare up at him. The second you know its him, you quickly hide your face in your pillow, not wanting him to know you were crying.

But Grayson notices the tear marks on your cheeks and he also notices your light sniffles that are pulling at his heart strings. "Hey, no. Babe, why are you crying?" He asks, keeping one hand on top of your head and kissing your temple. "Y/N, why are you sleeping here?"

There is usually not much in the world that can make Grayson Dolan weak in the knees, but one thing that he absolutely can not bare to see is tears in your eyes and the sad thing is, whenever you cry, his brain freezes and he doesn't know what to do. He usually settles for holding you to his chest and carding his fingers through your hair, but today, since he's sure he is the cause of your tears, he doubts you would want to be held by him. "Baby, why'd you come to the couch?"

"Because you're mad at me and I thought you wouldn't want to sleep next to me." You sniffle, voice breaking sometimes.

Grayson sighs, looking heavenwards for dramatic affect because he's extra like that before saying, "baby, I'm not mad at you! And I would never not want to be sleeping next to you, hell i can't even sleep well when you're not next to me."

This makes you peek up at him, "you're not mad?"

"No, now can you please get up and come to bed with me?" He taps your thigh, urging you to get up which you do, at your own lazy pace because who can blame you? Your feet are sour from wearing those damn heels all night.

Grayson doesn't have a problem in picking you up and carrying you to the room again though, so that's what he does, making you giggle when he sweeps you off your feet for the second time today.

Once he's tucked you into bed and gotten in himself, the blankets over the both of you, he pulls you into his arms and sighs in contentment.

"You sure you're not mad?" You ask again, just to be sure.

Grayson smiles and squeezes your waist, "No babe, go to sleep."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you three."

Grayson's chest vibrates with his laughter, making you look up at him innocently because you didn't know you cracked a joke?

"Y/N, you're so drunk, babe." He laughs again, causing you to snap.

"But I still love you, even if you were mean and laughed at me and didn't say it back and also called me a drunkard." The tell tale signs of a drunk Y/N is her getting triggered over the smallest of things.

Grayson knows better than to mess with your feelings right now so he just says what you want to hear. So much for being mad. Ethan is right, he really is so whipped for his girl. "Okay, babe. I love you four."

You smile, "love you five, Gray."

"God, Y/N, go to sleep."

[babyruthe]

lies within lies

fake dating au/trody fic!!

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okay i made this a while ago but i never finish it,, it was a fake dating trody au but i didn’t really have a plan so i got unmotivated and decided to not work on it anymore but i hope you like what i have!! archie (@governmentassignedbaby) proofread the first half so the second half will have a lot grammatical errors compared to the first half🤟😔 rip im illiterate

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“GUYS!!! Guys, guys, guys! I have a big problem!” I exclaimed as I hastily ran into the green room. Oh, this is bad, really bad. As I gather my breath, I looked to Justin and Harold. Both look up from their activity, Justin was taking selfies of himself and Harold was playing with his Yo-Yo. I think? I must have spooked Harold because he’s currently tied up by said Yo-Yo. 

“What’s up, dude?” Harold questioned while I tried to untangle him. 

“Okay, so you guys know how Tyler is having a wedding, right?”

Justin nodded knowingly. He wasn’t looking at me anymore and went back to his phone, I’m pretty sure he’s looking through filters. Harold looked confused, “Wait, what? I didn’t get an invite.” Oh.

“I’m sure it hasn’t reached your house yet,” I tried to reassure Harold, though he still looked skeptical. “You know me and Tyler are good friends, he texted me the news. And Justin probably heard it from Lindsay and Beth, they have those gossiping date thingies. Is it that right, Justin?” I raise my voice near the end to get the pretty boy’s attention. 

Justin looks at us. I nod my head towards Harold and motion for Justin to agree. “Oh yeah, that. Yes.” Harold still looks sad. 

“Hey, they probably just sent it to Leshawna thinking you guys live together. Take that as a compliment.”

 I can see his face brighten and he mused, “Yeah, you’re right, I’ll talk to her about tonight. It’s date night.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me as I finished untangling him. Being completely honest, Tyler and Lindsay most likely just forgot to send him an invitation. Reminder to self to text Leshawna.

Justin looked sorta amused as he shook his hands up, “So what’s the big problem?” Harold headed to the couch. Great, I have both of my bandmates’ full attention. And I just realized Trent isn’t here yet… Oh well, he’ll have to wait.

“Okay so I maybe, sorta told, just kinda, perhaps havetoldSierrathatI’mbringingadatetothewedding.” I unintentionally closed my eyes and brace myself for their questions. But nothing comes? I opened my eyes to see two puzzled faces. 

“Dude, what.” Justin blankly states. 

I let out a deep breath, “Okay, Sierra texted me this morning and asked if I wanted to go to the wedding.” Justin looked bored and Harold.. looked Haroldly. “Guys! Like we go together like a date or something.” I started pacing around the room.

“And that’s bad because?” Justin countered. 

“You don’t understand, I don’t want to go out with her. I don’t want to date her!”

“You act like I don’t asked out by tons of girls every day, just ghost her. Duh.” And... he’s back to his phone.

“I can’t. We’re both going to the wedding, duh!” I narrow my eyes at Justin. Also, I can’t ghost people. What? It makes me feel bad. 

Harold stands between us, “Chill.” I soften my glare. Justin still looks annoyed, at least he’s still listening. “So what are you going to do?”

My eyes wander, “I told her I have a date already.”

Justin’s eyes widen and Harold turns to me so fast his glasses almost fall off, “WHAT!” Justin is (really badly) hiding his laughter.  “Guys, that’s why I need your help!” I cry out. “Justin, you laughing doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Sorry but you dating? That’s hilarious.” 

I can’t retort anything back because Trent finally gets here. “What’s hilarious?”

“Cody getting a date for Tyler and Lindsay’s wedding,” Justin explains smugly. 

My face heats up, “Guyssss! This isn’t funny!” I’m getting so nervous my voice cracks. Great, more of a reason for Justin to make fun of me.

“Woah, what? You have a date for the wedding?” Trent looks at me questioningly as he sets down his guitar. 

I plop on the couch and huff out, “No.” I put my hands in my face and sigh. Loudly. I can still hear Justin giggling. I hope Justin can tell I’m suFFERING! 

“You need a date for the wedding?” I feel a weight next to me, Someone sat next to me. I crack my eyes opens, Harold got a chair from the other side of the room is now sitting in front of me while Justin is to my left, wiping tears from his eyes from all of his laughing. Jerk. Trent sat to my right, waiting for an answer. 

“Yes, I need a date.”

“Oh.” He’s thinking. He has this thinking face where he pouts and his eyes are scanning the ceiling for some sort of answer. “What about Sierra? She likes you right?” 

I lean back into the cushion and groan. “Sierra asked him out and he told Sierra he had a date so he doesn’t hurt her feelings.” Thank you, Harold. I always liked you the best. 

“Dang.” 

I stared at the ceiling tiles. “Maybe I don’t go to the wedding?” Ew, I hate the words I just said but maybe I should… 

Trent bumps my shoulder, “Tyler is looking forward to seeing you and Lindsay loves you. You have to go.” 

“Ugh, I hate that you’re right.”  

He gives me a tense smile, “I’m sure there’s a website or app where you can hire a girlfriend for the day. Or days?” Right, he never talks about it but Tyler is super rich. He joined Total Drama for “fun” but stayed for Lindsay. His parents own a bunch of hotels, resorts, and cruises. Plus he’s an only child, so of course, they spoil him and make his wedding at some fancy resort in Dominican Republic or something. All their guests get to stay the week there. Man, I really want to go but I need a date. Please help me, gamer gods.

“I can’t. I told her I’ve been dating someone for a while and Sierra knows everything about me, she’ll know if I hire a date. I need someone I already know.”

“Why did you tell her that?” Justin smirked. I hate those perfect white teeth.

“I didn’t mean to, she just guessed so and I panicked and said yes. I’ll show you.” I reach for my phone, it dings. “It’s Sierra.” 

Justin mumbles, “Speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Which, to be fair, is kinda true. 

“She’s asking who my date is, hmmmmm.” I tell I’m busy with practice and silence my phone. I’ll deal with her later.

“So who can you ask, Noah? Y’all are friends, and I’m sure he’ll begrudgingly do it.” Trent contemplated. 

Justin just had to add, “if you do all his work for a month.” 

“Dude, not helping.”

“Thank you, Trent. At least someone is nice.” I look at Justin. He huffs at me, drama queen. “But that won’t work. I already asked him but he’s going with Alejandro.”

“Gosh. Noah and Alejandro, huh. Don’t they hate each other?” Harold chimed in.

“Yeah... their relationship is weird. They’re not official yet, so don’t tell anyone- I’m talking about you, Justin. Or I’ll tell you-know-who that you still like her.”

“Whatever,” he retorts. But I notice him putting his phone down, I’m glad I have some power over him.

“Okay so, Gwen?” Trent offers.

“Nope, she’s dating Zoey.”

“Beth?”

“Umm. No, that’s like dating myself but girl me. Plus she’s got that hot boyfriend.”

“Heather?”

“Pfft, how believable is that?” Justin blurted.

“Hey hey hey, if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.” I ranted. I guess I can’t go, or tell her the truth. But I’d rather not go.

Harold gets a text, he takes a quick look and slightly pales. “Sierra is texting me? I never gave her my number…”

“Welcome to my world. So what does it say?”

“She wrote a whole essay. But it’s basically about she thinks one of us is dating you?”

“Ew.” 

“Always the nicest, aren’t you Justin?” 

Harold scrolls through the massive text, “Yeah, she said she had theories about a secret relationship in the group. She’s also crying because, and I quote, ‘the knowledge I possess is too hurtful and I have a Cody shaped hole in my heart.”

I look around to my bandmates, sure, I can’t choose Harold, but maybe one of the others will agree.

“Wait, forget I told you that last part, Sierra just asked me to not tell you. Oops.”

“Nevermind that, she might actually be onto something. Justin can you pleaseeeee pretend.”

He gave me a once over, “Like I’ll be seen with you, there will be photos of this wedding everywhere. No thanks.” 

I knew that would happen, so I turned to Trent. I give him the biggest puppy eyes I can muster. He rubs the back of his neck, “Um... I don’t have a date, so sure?”

 I jump up and give him a big hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!”

He gently pushes me off. “No prob… babe,” he says, stiffly. At least he’s trying. Justin winces at the poor attempt at a fake relationship.

“If this is really going to happen, you guys need lessons on dating,” Justin states confidently. “Meet at Cody’s place tonight at 5 for dinner and dating tips. And no, you don’t have to come, Harold.”

While Harold is relieved, I’m not. Noah has plans and I can’t have them over. “What about Trent’s? His place is way better.”

Justin looks at me judgingly. I sighed in defeat, “Noah has a date with Alejandro.”

“Yeah, let’s just go to my place.” Trent gives me a small nudge and smile before advising we actually practice. Tyler asked us to play a song at his wedding, we couldn’t say no. Well, Justin can, but he couldn’t say no to money. 

————

I’m standing in front of Trent’s apartment, carrying an assortment of ingredients. At the end of practice, Trent told me he had no food at his place so I felt obliged to get him some. He’s going to pretend to be my boyfriend, getting him some food as a thank you gift seems reasonable. It’s also understood that I come over earlier so we can cook dinner, I think? This fake boyfriend stuff is hard.

I knock on his door and wait. After a minute I knock again, and the door quickly opened up to a tired Trent, “Sorry I was taking a nap.”

He’s hair is… everywhere. I give him a small smile and tap the top of my head. He gets what I’m trying to say and pats his hair down. It’s not fully fixed but it’s good enough. I give him a thumbs up and a wonky grin as he invites me inside. 

Trent headed to the bathroom to work on his hair. “Where should I put the groceries?” I called out.

He stuck his head out and pointed to a small table on the edge of the living room. I set the bags on the table and pulled out one of the chairs. My chair was lopsided, I didn’t realize but I started to swaying slightly as I waited. Trent exited from the bathroom and went towards me. “Hey, what’d you get?”

“I got all the stuff to make some lasagna. Plus whatever else was on the list,” I told Trent as he unpacked the groceries. He picked up a tub of cookies and cream ice cream, looking amused. “It was on sale.” I mean if you were walking by your favorite ice cream and it was a 40% sale you would buy it too. 

“Was this on sale too?” the other boy murmured as he held up a plastic container of rainbow sprinkles. 

“Maybe…”

That made Trent chuckle. All in a day's work for the Codemister. We quickly put up items and started cooking. Not to brag but I'm a pretty good cook. Although Trent is better than me, so he’s in charge for the most part. 

Before long me and Trent are waiting near the oven as the food cooks. The room fills with a nice aroma. Trent has this really sick record player and has a small collection of records. He has a bunch of random indie bands, some date way back, and a few classics. Some old jazzy music played softly as we tried to kill time. Trent was reading some article on his phone, like a loser. It was something about bees I think… I kind of zoned out because I was playing minecraft on my phone. I was hella stoked when minecraft got cool again. 

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I look up to the sound coming from the door, I watch Trent’s backside already heading towards the front door. I watched Trent answer the door, before I know it I hear a small explosion. In those few seconds I was distracted, a creeper decided to show up and blow me up. Luckily, like the pro gamer I am, I’m still alive. I quickly save and close out of the app to greet the new guest, Justin. 

“What’s for dinner?” 

I point to the oven, “Lassaga!” Justin opens the door to the oven and looks on approvingly. 

Trent collects a few plates and hands them to me, “Help me set up.” I place them on the small table and take a seat as Trent gathers cups, “What do you guys want to drink?” 

Justin sat down as he responded, “Do you have sparkling water?” Trent turns around and rolls his eyes. “I’ll take that as a no, I’ll take a coke.”

“I’ll take water.” I like sodas but I can’t have a lot of them, it makes my tummy feel weird and gassy.

Trent comes back with drinks so now class is in session. Sometime between learning about Trent’s brothers and talking about my pet rat in great detail, I love my rat baby, dinner was served. And eaten fast. Justin wants to go to the main thing I dreaded, physical touch. Sierra is… nice and all but she’s way too touchy. Ever since I met Sierra I’ve been more and more closed in and rather not give physical affection to anyone. I mean other than my pet rat, but he likes to bite fingers so I don’t hold him too often. The most I do it give quick hugs, even the thought of handholding is nerve-racking. 

Justin was going off on the importance of being comfortable with your significant other, “if you and your partner don’t look at ease with each other, no one is going to believe you. You got to really sell it. Since Sierra knows you guys have been dating for a few months she’ll expect some action. At least holding hands, it kinda makes sense if Cody doesn’t want to kiss yet.”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“You’re a loser, you probably haven’t kissed anyone. Other than Sierra, she doesn’t count.” I feel my cheeks burn up, I hate that he’s right. 

“So how should we become believable?” Trent speaks up, the only one with a brain cell. 

“Easy, just hang out with each other. A lot. And hold hands or hug, stuff like that. Overall be comfortable in each other's space.”

I peep out, “What if I’m not comfortable?” I never really told my bandmates about my fear of touch but I guess now is as good as a time as any.

Justin, while he looked slightly sympathetic, overall he didn’t seem to care. “You’ll have to over it then. Just pretend it’s that episode where you guys face your fear.”

“Okay small problem, I didn’t get over my fear and exploded.”

“Gotta do better this time.” Justin is acting so pompous, ugh it’s so annoying. 

I feel a light touch on my arm. I turn to see Trent giving me an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry buddy, we’ll take it slow.” I return the smile, I guess I can get over my fear with Trent. 

Apparently, Justin hates it when couples call their partner ‘buddy’ or ‘pal’ or anything resembling that so Trent heard an earful from him. After Justin finished his rant, he promptly left and now me and Trent are cleaning up.

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this is where i left off,, i don’t really want to finish it but i am happy with what i have so i hoped you enjoyed! idk how exactly how i would end it but trody becomes canon and they’re very cute and sierre realizes she’s a creep and stops and life is perfect :’)

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I should’ve walked away

[ in which he pays attention to someone else and his friends are dicks]

Warnings: tears, curse words, pure angst?

**

Harry has won his first ever Grammy award two nights ago and you couldn’t be more prouder,

You were there when it happened. He took you as his date where he proudly shows you off, making you giggle through the entire evening and blushes every time he introduces you as ‘his girl’. There’s no one in this world that you loved more than your man.

Now, his friends are throwing him an after party to celebrate his victory and that of course, they invite you to join as well. You are his girlfriend after all,

However that doesn’t mean all of his friends like you. Apart from CHASM of course. Even Jeff himself has taken a strong hatred towards you, and sometimes you wonder what you did wrong to make them hate you. And you asked Harry about it, multiple times. But he always tells you to shrug it off because he is sure that all of it isn’t true,

So, you don’t bother much about it anymore, nor you have ask and rant about it as well to him. You just learn to let it slide,

“Maybe I should just stay home tonight, H. I’m tired. You go and have some fun” you give him a small smile. That’s actually not true. You just want to stay away from people who hated your guts,

He looks at you as if you’re crazy, shaking his head. There is no way he’s letting you stay at home alone. “What? Sweetheart, don’t be ridiculous. Earlier you were so excited about going to this party and now you’re not? What’s going on Y/N?”

You merely shrug, looking down at your fingers. “Just tired” you repeat lamely,

Harry scoffs, doesn’t believe your poor excuse. “You’re lying. What is it darling? Hm? You can tell me.”

Sighing, you finally look up to him. And you feel like your heart is about to burst at how beautiful and handsome he looks right now. Dressed in white silky shirt and simple dark jeans. He has never fails to swoon you,

“I don’t think your friends wants me there, Harry.” You say, pulling your knees close to your chest tightly. “They only invited me because I’m your girlfriend. Not because they like me”

After that, he closes his eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh. Mumbling something about ‘not this shit again’ before opening his mouth and say,

“Darling, I’ve told you before that they do like you. Perhaps they’re just joking around, you know how my friends are.” He says, trying to get you to believe him,

Joking? Oh dear God, you almost laughed at his answer but of course you don’t. He just truly doesn’t get it,

“Calling me a gold digger and make fun of my family’s poor economy is called joking? Harry, there are million of times where they say my mom should have gotten a proper job so I wouldn’t have to live so... poorly and not to rely on you for money.” You state, the memories comes flashing back and you have to withdraw the tears,

“It really hurt my feelings. And you didn’t seem to care at all”

With his eyes staring at yours, he almost wanted to say that you’re being ridiculous and that he trusts his friends to know that they wouldn’t say such thing,

But he knows he can’t so instead he says, “alright. I’m sorry love. I talk to them tonight, okay? Just, will you please come with me?”

With a smile, you nod your head, “of course, Harry.”

Little do you know, he didn’t mean the words that came out of his mouth

**

You’ve put on your best dress yet from the closet, trying to impress the people at Harry’s party because who knows? Maybe by seeing you in a dress that seems expensive will make them like you,

Throughout the entire ride, you are nervous as hell. Knees are bouncing up and down rapidly, continuously fixing your hair everytime you feel something wrong, and you may or may not have apply the red lipstick every second,

You want to look perfect tonight,

“You’ll be fine darling, don’t be nervous” he chuckles, placing his hand on your knee as he rubs the soft skin, “you look gorgeous, baby.”

With a small kiss on your lips, you’re starting to calm down a little. Nodding your head slowly at him as you look out at the windows,

You are too deep in your thoughts that you don’t even realize the car has stopped. Harry has to call out your name,

“We’re here baby. Come on, let’s have some fun yeah?” He tells you, getting out of the car and grabs your hand from the other side. Intertwining your hand with his,

The more you walk, the more nervous you get. As the two of you enter the place, there are few familiar faces who are shouting his name and cheering as he walks in,

Harry returns a smile back and quickly let go of your hand making your heart drop. But you don’t think of it as a big deal and let him greet few of his friends as you stand there from behind watching the interaction begins,

“Oh! I brought Y/N here with me. Come say hi, babe” he smiles as he turns around, extending his hand for you to grab it and you smile before taking it,

“Hi guys! Nice to see you all” you greet them with a bright smile, but all you get is just a simple nod and some of them even looks away, pretending that you’re not here, causing your heart to hurt,

Strike one,

Harry doesn’t seem to be bother by it though, to busy talking with other people and leave you standing yet again around strangers who barely notice your presence. This is going to be a long night,

You are sitting down at the table with Harry besides you and his friends, they are all talking with eachother and shares a few laughs. Leaving you completely out of the conversation and you don’t want to interfere. So you just sit there quietly sipping your drink,

“So, Y/N” you look up to see his friend, Lucy smirking as she starts a conversation with you. Also known as one of his friends who hates you,

Really really hates you,

“How’s Uni going?” She asks, and you didn’t miss an evil glint flashing in her eyes,

But you smile politely at her, silently grateful that she’s talking to you. “Really good actually. Exams are coming up though, been really busy with that studying and projects all those things.”

She hums in response, smacking her lips together before changing the subject that has your eyes wide open,

“Who pays for your tuition again?”

You look bewildered, not exactly expecting that kind of question. “Uhm, i do. Well not entirely, i got the scholarship and it covers about 10,000 so” you laugh lightly,

She looks unsure and steals a glance at her friend who you can assume, Don who shrugs and stares at you in a disgust,

“Mhmm, and it’s not Harry?”

Again, you are shock. You turn around to look at Harry and wonder if he’s going to defend him but he doesn’t. He’s in conversation with someone else,

“Of course not! He has done so much for me and it wouldn’t be fair if i let him pay for it.”

“Fair? Yeah right, like you know anything about fair.” She rolls her eyes and takes a huge gulp of her drink,

You clench your fists and are about to say something to her but you completely stop when you hear a familiar name being called out,

“Kendall?” Harry says in disbelief, but in a good kind of disbelief. He has his smile and everything before completely abandon the table and walk away to greet her,

“Hi, Harry! Congratulations on the award” she says, hugging him tightly and gives him a flirty smile, “hi guys!”

The table smiles and welcomes her, causing you to shrink back in your seat and look down, nervously chewing on her lower lip.

Why the fuck does she has to be here?”

“Oh, Kendall! I didn’t think we would see you here” Lucy fake shock, glancing at you to give you a smirk, clearly wanting to drive you up to the wall.

And God oh God you want to tear her apart. But a smile is the only thing you show, there is no way you’re letting them know that you’re a crier,

“Who’s this?” Kendall spits, looking at you with judgemental eyes making you roll your eyes, “oh, is this your girlfriend Harry?”

He nods, tearing his eyes away from her to look at you only for a split second, like he doesn’t care and continues his conversation with her,

“How are you? God it’s been so long! You look gorgeous tonight” he compliments, twirling her around making her laugh, “gosh, i miss that laugh of yours” he says again to her as she ‘accidentally’ falls against his chest,

Your heart drops again. Strike two,

“We should go out again, sometimes H. I miss you too” Kendall pouts, and he has his finger casually rubs her lip and laughs more,

Harry decides to take her a little further from the table, wanting to talk to her alone which you really don’t get the memo. Not even once glance at you as he walks away, hand clasps around Kendall’s,

You try to ignore the heartbreak and bite your lip not wanting to cry,

“Aw, what’s the matter Y/N? Sad because your boyfriend is taken away from you?” Lucy says in a baby voice, giving you a mocking pout as the rest of the table laugh except for Sarah and Adam,

“Shut up, Lucy. That’s not funny” Sarah snaps, eyes glaring at her as she pulls you closer,

She huffs, “it was a joke, Sarah. Jeez” she laughs, shaking her head

“How’s your family, Y/N? Your mother especially” Don pipes in, winking at Lucy and makes her giggle,

“Don...” Sarah warns, gripping her arm tightly around you,

“She’s fine, thanks for asking” you spit, faking a smile as you gulp your drink,

“Still stuck with the same job? That’s a shame isn’t it?” He says again, now he’s starting to get under your skin,

“Well, how on earth will your mom pays for a living when her job isn’t remotely supporting that?” Don pushes, staring at you but you don’t stare him back only looking away,

“Don... shut the fuck up”

He ignores Sarah and only continues more, “I’m just saying! I mean, won’t you get scared that one day they’ll die of starvation because your mom and dad doesn’t get paid enough?”

“That’s enough!” Adam suddenly yells, slamming his hands on the table as he stands, all of them are looking terrified because Adam is usually one of the most nicest people around and rarely gets angry,

“If all of you don’t cut the shit right now, I’ll get a security to escort all of your asses. Show some fucking respect!”

Don doesn’t seem to be threatened by him, rolling his eyes and relaxes in his seat. “Yeah right, you don’t get to call the shots here buddy. We’re under the name of Styles and so he’s the one who gets to decide wether I should walk out or not.”

Adam has his nose flaring, and if he were a cartoon character you can definitely see the smoke coming out of his ears,

“I swear to God if you let another word coming out of you I’m gonna-“

“There’s no need for that Adam” you speak up lowly, all eyes are now on you. “I’ll go. Thanks for having me” you smile weakly and start to gather your things,

“What? No, Y/N stay. You’re Harry’s girlfriend, he wants you here” Sarah persuades, tugging on your dress,

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “i beg to differ. He seems pretty occupied at the moment” you sadly smile, pointing at Kendall and Harry who are sharing a drink and are standing way too close,

“Bye, guys. See you never i guess” you mumble the last part and walk away from the table and through the crowded place,

You hope that Harry won’t see you because you don’t want to talk to him. You’re too far of being disappointed, all you want is to go home. Your home,

But Harry sees you and the smile quickly drops as he excuses himself from Kendall to run after you, leaving her all pouty and grumpy.

You’re trying to walk faster and steady but it’s hard considering the tears are keep coming out of your eyes, and it’s no use of trying to wipe them away. And you’re too hurt to even care,

Why did Harry ask you to come if the night is going to end like this? You really can’t believe it. You thought Harry cares about you, about your feelings and everything but you’re terribly mistaken. You’ve sacrificed so much for him but he doesn’t seem to care about that,

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing?” You hear him call your name but you just keep walking,

“I’m going home. Just go back inside and have fun for all i care Harry” you harshly says,

He’s surprised by your sudden outburst, not getting why you’re leaving and telling him to go inside without you,

“What do you mean you’re going home? Aren’t you having fun?”

And that is the last straw,

“Fun?” You ask as you turn around to face him, “Harry you left me! With your narcissistic friends who are talking shit about my mom and me right in front of me! But did you know that? no! Of course you didn’t. You left me for Kendall”

He looks angry at you and run his hands over his hair, “we were just talking, Y/N! I haven’t seen her in a while because you are such a jealous bitch that nags and complains about me hanging out with my exes!”

For the hundredth time that night, you ignore the hurtful words coming from your boyfriend and stand on your ground,

“Talking? Talking?! Touching her lips, flirting with her, saying how much you missed her laugh is talking? Jesus, Harry you’re flirting!”

“I did not! Stop saying shit like that! I’m not going to stop hanging out with her just because you’re insecure about everything you don’t have! Money, social life, dream profession. If you’re jealous because she’s prettier and richer, you should stop because you’re only humiliating yourself!” He yells, veins are visible on his neck,

Strike three

That’s when you know, the Harry you used to love is gone. And it feels like your whole world stopped and so does your heart. You can’t even feel it anymore because it appears to be Harry has take it away and crushes it. Without a single care in this goddamn world,

You have no idea that Harry has feel this about you. If he told you sooner, you would’ve understand and let this relationship go. Why didn’t he just tell you if he wasn’t happy? If he was embarrassed of your poor economy or how you look, why didn’t he just break things off tonight? Or months ago?

As much as you hate to admit it, all of your friends were right about him and so are the people around. They warned you about the consequences that might have come along as soon as you signed up to date a rock star like him. What on earth were you thinking? Dating a rich guy who you know for sure fits better with girls like Kendall fucking Jenner. All of this is just a mistake. And unfortunately you have to realize that now,

You stare at him in disbelief, his breathing is heavy and eyes are still burning in anger. His veins are still printed on his neck, no intention of cooling down but he stays quiet. But then he closes his eyes, shaking his head as he realizes everything he had just said was a mistake and he prays to God that you’re not leaving him,

However, you don’t care. You’re already hurt and disappointed at him, even at yourself. How could you never be enough?

“Wow” you humourlessly laugh, sniffling a bit as you turn your head around from him for a moment. “Is that how you honestly feel about me, Harry?”

He shoot his head up and shakes his head rapidly, eyes are now soft begging you to not walk away. “No, no, baby i-“

“Well, i should’ve walk away then. What’s the point of keeping this relationship if we ended up like this anyway?” You calmly say, gesturing both of you with your finger,

He steps closer to you, only for you to take a step back and his heart breaks when you do. His heart breaks even more when you let out a loud sob,

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I- i didn’t mean any of it, honestly. You know i love you so fucking much, right? That was not me, okay? What i just said to you, that was not me. You need to believe me.” He begs, clenching his palms because he’s trying everything in his body to not pull you towards him and just go home,

He doesn’t even want to go back to the club more. He wants to stay with you, he wants to go home with you and run both of you bubble bath and watch a marathon of Sons of Anarchy or Dynasty. He doesn’t care about the people inside anymore,

You shrug your shoulders, shoving your hands ln your pockets. “I don’t know which one is true about you anymore. What i know is that I’m already tired of everything and i just want to go back home. My home. I’m not letting you or your friends talk shit about me and my family again.”

He knows what you mean by that and so he moves closer to you and to his surprise, you don’t move away. He holds your hands so delicately in his, and tears are starting to stream down his cheeks when you refuse to look at him,

“We don’t have to end it, Y/N. Let me fix everything, baby please. I love you, Y/N. If you want me to leave them, i would! No doubt.” He assures you, running his thumb over your skin,

Shaking your head, you yank your hands away from his and look up to his hurtful eyes. You don’t care how many times he’s going to beg, you’ve had enough.

“No. Harry. This will never work. Not anymore. People like me? We don’t get happy endings with people like you. Commoner with commoner, high class with high class. Poor people with poor people, rich people with rich people. That’s the way how it should be.”

You wipe the tears from your eyes, and continue when he doesn’t say anything back.

“I’m sorry if I’m not rich enough for you or beautiful enough to make you feel like you’re the luckiest guy in the world. I am terribly sorry”

“I am the luckiest guy-“

“But it’s okay. I don’t blame you.” You smile softly, placing your cold hand against his stubbled cheek. “You’re a good guy, Harry. A nice one as well, I know that. But maybe, you’re only nice to those who are the same level as you. And that’s not me.”

With a last kiss on his cheek, you remove your hand away and turn around to walk away from the love of your life. He calls out your names in agony, begging you to come back. He tries to catch up to you but soon stops by girls who asks him for pictures and autographs,

You don’t belong with him. You never did

-

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[rvnjun]

nct 2018 reacts: yelling at you because they are stressed/tired

Requested; hey!! can I have a request whereby members of NCT 2018 bursting out their anger at you because they're tired or stressed out? thank you!!

Warnings; Fighting

Genre; Angst and Fluff

Authors Note: I don’t think I made some of them based around the fact that they are tired/stressed, I hope you don’t mind

Authors Note #2: NOT PROOFREAD SO PROBABLY MANY SPELLING ERRORS

Taeil

His grip on the doorknob tightened as you told him that you wished he was around more. He whipped around and gave you a glare, full of an emotion you had never seen on him. “Why don’t you try and be there for me more? It feels like you haven’t put any effort into this relationship for awhile,” his voice was seeping with venom. You stared at him, surprised by his sudden words. You actually started to think things over, were really the problem, the one who hadn’t been there for the other. As you were starting to think that you were a complete bitch Taeil walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms. “I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to say that,,I think I’m just tired,” his voice was low and quiet,” he explained. “Why don’t you skip practice tonight and get some sleep? I’ll tell them it was my idea,” you said while pulling him in the direction of your shared bed. He didn’t even attempt to pull away, all he wanted was to sleep with you in his arms.

Johnny

Johnny couldn’t stand it anymore, the sound of your voice had become the last thing in the world Johnny wanted to listen too. “Can you please be fucking quiet, gosh you’re so annoying!”,” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air. You stopped mid-sentence and stared at him like a deer in the headlights. Dropping your fork you began to stand up and leave the dinner table without saying anything. Johnny watched as you left and immediately felt like an asshole “Wait Babe,” He hollered out but you had already left the room. He cleaned up the dishes on the table and looked for you in the living room. When he saw you weren’t in there he figured you must have went to bed. Slowly he opened the bedroom door and saw your figure bundled up in bed. Your body shook lightly telling Johnny you had been crying. He couldn’t blame you, that was your first dinner together in almost a month and he was a total dick. “Y/n I’m sorry. I don’t know why I was such a dick. Can you please forgive me?”, he would ask, sitting on the edge of the bed while rubbing your back soothingly. You turned around to face him with a pout on your face “I guess I’ll forgive but, you better give me the best cuddles ever!”, you said with tears still in your eyes. “Oh I’ll give you such good cuddles that you’ll never want to leave,” he joked while crawling into bed with you.

Taeyong

Right after he yelled at you for not cleaning the kitchen he immediately regretted because he knew what he said was wrong and he could tell that he has caused you a great deal of pain. “Y/n I realize that what I said was complete rude and Id like to apologize. Id understand if you are still mad at me though, i would be too if I were in your position,” he said while walking into the living room.You looked up at him from your spot on the couch and sighed heavily, till upset by his sudden and unnecessary outburst. “Taeyong its fine.I understand that you're stressed and tired. I probably should have cleaned the kitchen anyway,” you gave him a smile to show that you weren't upset. It felt like a bunch of weight had been lifted off his shoulders as he at on the couch next to you and cuddled into your side.”thank you for understanding,” his eyes shut as he drifted off into a sleep. 

Yuta

Slamming the door shut behind him Yuta walked into the house, right past you. You flinched at his actions, concerned over if he was okay or if something had happened. “Babe? What’s wrong?”, you asked as you stared at his fuming figure. Turning to face you Yuta raised his voice and snapped “Nothing is wrong. Why are you always trying to get in my business?” Your eyes widened at his words, you had asked a simple and polite question yet he exploded at you. “Maybe because it’s my job as you partner to make sure you are happy,” you snapped back, huffing and slipping on your shoes to get out of the apartment. “Wait! Where are you going?” He asked as he watched you open the door. “Away from yku since clearly you want it,” you were about to shut the door on him when he called out. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I yelled at you, I was just thinking about practice and I got a little mad,” you could hear his voice crack as he spoke. “I won’t forgive you right away since it was complete uncalled for,,,,do you want to talk about it?” You took off your shoes and walked back to where he was. Yuta nodded and pulled you into his arms

Kun

Right after the words left his mouth he regretted what he had said. His words got stuck in his throat as his brain wracked over what he should say. Normally he would have apologized but he didn’t know why he was apologizing since he didn’t know why he said it. You stared at him with gentle eyes, you knew that something was bothering him so even though his words hurt you, you weren’t upset. “Babydoll you need to relax. I can feel how tense you are from over here,” you took careful steps towards him. He stared into your eyes before bursting Into tears “I,,I don’t know why,” his voice wavered. You held him close and let him poor out all of his emotions into you. Everything that he had been holding back on for months came pouring out and you were there to catch all of it

Doyoung

“I’ve been working so hard for this comeback! What have you been doing, huh? Nothing,,nothing at all,” Doyoung kicked a pillow that was resting on the floor. “Nothing, Doyoung? I have done nothing but support you. All the times you can home late and I made sure to have a hot fresh dinner ready. I made sure that you could take a long hot shower. I kept the house sparkling so you wouldn’t feel the need to do anything. I checked up on you, sent you messages throughout the day to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself to hard. But yeah, I’ve done nothing,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed your coat. Opening the door you slammed it shut without even listening to Doyoungs protests. Arriving in the elevator you pressed the ground floor button and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. Just as the doors were about to shut Doyoungs hand went between them, causing them to slide back open. Without saying anything he pulled you into him, holding you tightly he began to cry. “Gosh I was so focused on myself and what I had been doing for the comeback that I didn’t even notice all the things you had been doing for me. I don’t know if you can forgive me but I’m so sorry,” he said, words dripping with remorse.

Ten

“Yeah and how would you understand?” Tens vocie raised a few octaves catching you by surprise. You hadn’t thought he would raise his voice at you from such a simple comment. “I may not understand what you’re going through but I can try to!” You didn’t tell yet since you didn’t want to argue with him. Ten rolled his eyes at your words “Like you could do that,” he simply said. For some reason his words pierced your heart. You stared at him with dull, emotionless eyes. Without exchanging more words you turned around and went to the door so you could slip on some shoes and go for a walk. Once your back was to him Ten sighed “Babe I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled when you were just being nice,” he would say right away since he realized how much of a dick he was being. You smiled and nodded your head “Thank you. Now let me try to help.”

Jaehyun

Jaehyun was a little worked up over the radio show and you couldn’t blame him, if could be very stressful and exhausting. When you brought him and Johnny some food to eat between the show he asked if you would meet him outside to talk. You didn’t think it was anything bad until he shut the door and looked at you with an emotion that sent shivers down your spine. “Can I not work my job without you being nosey?” He asked while looking at the ground. You bit your lip and shook your head no “I like to help take care of you,” you added. Jaehyun ran his fingers through his hair “I’m a grown adult and I don’t need you to take care of me,” he yelled while flinging open the door and rushing out of it. You stayed in the quiet room for a few minutes trying to collect your thoughts and stop your tears. When Jaehyun returned Johnny told him he should apologize since you were being nice. After hearing Johnny talk about how amazing you had been to him he would realize just how in the wrong he had been. He would go back to the room only to find you still there, body shaking from tears. Pulling you in for a hug Jaehyun stroked your hair and apologized for being such a dick all of a sudden when you err just being nice.

Winwin

Winwin was normally a super sweet boyfriend who rarely snapped or yelled at you. The few times you did get into an argument you would both apologize and try to grow from it. So when Winwin and you got into a fight about making sure he was sleeping enough and he left for 4 days you were in hysterics. For those 4 days he was gone he would be wallowing around the dorm in his one pity over what happened. Taeyong would sit down to talk to him and Yuta would secretly record what they said. During he convo Winwin talked about how he felt bad for lashing out and how he didn’t know how to apologize. You would call Winwin, getting voicemail you left a message saying that you missed him and that you didn’t care about the argument anymore, you just wanted him back. Winwin would go running into your arms, picking you up he would apologize and say that he was stressed and he took that out on the wrong person.

Jungwoo

With the announcement of their tour he was piling on more stress than ever. Between hours spent practicing and some recording he felt like he didn’t have any free time. All he wanted to do was nothing, he wanted to lay in his bed and relax. When you made plans to have a double date with your friends without telling him he got very angry and snapped. “It would have been nice to know! Why did you think it as okay to make plans without consulting me first?” Jungwoo closed his eyes and breathed heavily. You felt tears well up, he had a point and you hadn’t seen him so angry before. “Y/n,,I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I would,,I’d love to go on a double date,” he said after calming himself down. He knew that he shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. “Thank you but if you don’t want to I can cancel! You were right and I shouldn’t have made plans without asking you first.” He pulled you into his chest for a tight hug

Lucas

“I just wish you were around more,” you mumbled into the soft pillow, clutching it tighter when you saw Lucas’ intense gaze. “Y/n I’m preparing to debut in another unit, it’s obvious that I’m going to be busy. You know what I wish? That you were more understanding and caring,” his voice raised a notches. You gasped at his words, unable to comprehend what he said. The minute Lucas saw your expression change he felt his heart sink. Lucas reached out his hands as he tried to find the words to say. You burried your head in the pillow and closed your eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears. “Y/n I take it back. I wish that you will forgive me for being such a dick to you. I’ll,,I’ll try and be home more often, I swear,” he said while plopping down on the couch next to you and pulling you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and whispered apologizes in your ear

Mark

Being in 3 units and being one of the popular members, Mark often struggled to remember basic things. Mark sat on the table, trying to write down lyrics. You say across from him as you worked on some school work. Glancing over, you realized just how dead and sick Mark had looked. “Mark honey, what would you like for dinner?” Your soft voice caught his attention. “Huh?,”He asked since he hadn’t been listening. With him staring at you, you could see the dark circles under his eyes. “Baby I’m going to make dinner and then I think you should shower and get some sleep,” you gently placed your hand over his. Mark grumbled something before speaking up “I’m fine, Y/n. I need to finish these lyrics and then I’ll go to bed,” he rolled his eyes like a child at you. “Mark you aren’t going to write anything decent on an empty stomach and 2 hours of sleep,” you stood up and started to pull ingredients out of the fridge. “Oh yeah? And what do you know about my job, Y/n? Huh?” He asked while standing up with you. Your eyes widened and you turned to face him, “Apparently I know nothing but I do know that writing when your tried isn’t going to get you anywhere!” You yelled at him, not wanting to deal with his sudden anger. Mark looked at the ground as he sat down. It was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up “Can,,can you make the pasta that I really like?” He scratches the back of his neck. You smiled and walked over to him, raising his chin with your fingers you placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Of course I can, why don’t you go shower?”

Renjun

Renjun stares blankely at the plain wall. He knew that what he had said was incredibly rude and he knew that you were hurting because of it. Sighing he hit his head with his hand before standing up. “Y/n I’m so sorry that I said that and that I was a big dick to you. I’ve just been super stressed lately and I know that’s no reason for me to yell at you, yet I did, forgive me?” He knocked on your locked door. Wiping some tears from his cheeks he waited for your response. After a few minutes of silence he heard shuffling and you opened the door with red puffy eyes. “You are forgiven but you owe me,” you said while burying your face in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and smiled “Of course.”

Jeno

He had never yelled at you before, especially not so rudely. Staring at you with wide eyes he couldn’t even believe his own words. “Did I,,did I just say that?” He asked while starting to cry. You held back your tears and nodded “Is that how you really feel?” You asked while taking some steps back. He immediately shook his head “No of course not! Y/n I love you more than anything and I don’t even know why I said that. You mean the world to me,” he started to cry and reach out for you. You knew that he had been stressed these past few days and upset form Makrs graduation. Forgiving him instantly you held him close to you and kissed his cheek. “Stop holding everything to yourself. I’m your s/o Jeno and I want to be able to help you.”

Haechan

Breaking his shin had really taken a toll on him at first. Since he wasn’t able to perform at the award shows or be there for Marks graduation he felt completely useless. On the other hand he was enjoying his break with his family. Sometimes though, he would snap for no reason. You had come over and were watching movies with him when he suddenly yelled at you. “Don’t you have anything better to do? Why are you so useless?” He asked while scoffing. Your eyes widened as you sat up and stared at him blankly. After the words left his mouth he furrowed his brows. “I thought you wanted me here?” You asked. He shook his head and went back to watching the movie like nothing happened. Your vision went blurry with tears. You sat up and grabbed your things, leaving without saying another word. As you walked home you received a phone call from Haechan. You were going to ignore it but you were worried that something had happened. Answering the call his voice was loud as he spoke “Please come back. I started to think about how useless I was feeling at the moment and I wrongly took it out on you,” he said while sniffling. You could tell that he had been crying. “Haechan you have to promise me that you’ll stop snapping like that and if something is bothering you then you need to tell me properly,” you said while already turning to head back to his place. He nodded through the phone. “I promise,,please come back.”

Jaemin

The smile wiped right off of his face when you accidentally spilt your drink. Immediately you rushed to clean it up so the water wouldn’t get everywhere. Jaemin watched silently from the back before speaking up “You’re so stupid,” he simply said. Those 3 words halted you in your tracks, they pierced right through your chest. “What?” You asked while turning to face a mortified Jaemin. He started shaking his hands while protesting “I didn’t mean to say that! I don’t even know why I said it,” he explained. You smiled softly and stared into his tired eyes. “It’s alright babe. Maybe you should get some sleep.”

Chenle

Chenle rubber his eyes, Mark leaving Dream was affecting him more than he had originally thought it would. You continued to tell your story without realizing that Chenle wasn’t listening. With a heavy sigh Chenle yelled “Can you just shut up for more than 5 seconds? It’s unbearable!” You froze in place while staring at him. “I’m sorry,” you quietly looked at your lap while waiting for him to do something. It was silent for a few seconds before the sound of crying caused you to look up. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I was just thinking about Mark,” he said while reaching over for a hug. You returned the hug and rubbed his back soothingly while telling him everything would be alright and that he would still see Mark.

Jisung

It was rare for Jisung to have an opportunity to take you somewhere. You were super excited, practically bouncing off the walls to go somewhere nice for a change. Jisung rubber his temples “I don’t even wanna go somewhere. I rather stay home in bed, by myself,” he coldly said while staring at you. Your brain processed what he said before you nodded “If you rather go home then that’s fine. You have been working so hard lately,” you continued to be optimistic. Jisung nodded his head and started to turn the other way before he stopped. “You deserve to go somewhere. Tonight we can stay at the dorm and cuddle,” he shook his head after he realized how rude he suddenly was.

[alex-baebae]

Immaculate

Chapter 27 

“You are... sorry?” I asked curious of his sudden change of attitude I mean since the day he came to our house furious “yes, very sorry” he looked directly into my eyes, he said that sincerely “explain yourself” I said firmly, breathing deep he continued “I… I discovered you didn’t buy him” he told me; he was biting his lips “what? How?”  

He hesitated to speak again, he seemed to be nervous about me knowing “see, something in my stupid chest kept telling me you were not like those people” he took a deep breathe, trying to find the right words I guessed. “So, I went to the place I worked, a factory of ‘sex-dolls’ you know that one called Desires, which, of course, has been closed since three months ago, as the new legislation states” I give him a nonsense look  

“I know, it is strange, weird. But if I worked there was because aimed at spoil the production” he shrugged “their last set of 100 ‘sex-dolls’ embryos was spoiled by me” he bitted his inner cheek “whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore” he tried to continue it was really hard for him “you saved those poor creatures” I said without thinking “yes, kind of, they will not have to live a life as sexual slaves” he said “I hope, if we have souls, that they’re in a good world, not like this shitty one” he added. 

“How did you?” I asked “it doesn’t matter now; I’ll tell you later. Now, I want to apologize for my behavior, I should have thought the things twice” he said sincerely, I remain silent for a minute “I know what I have done, and if you don’t talk to me after this I will completely understand, even if you want to punch my face or push me into that puddle” he pointed at a puddle of rain water along the street “I will accept it, you know, I am such an asshole... I-”.  

“You have to apologize to someone else, not me” I cut his words, he nodded “if you let me and if he wants to see my stupid face after what I’ve done, I’ll do it, I won’t hurt him anymore” I shook my head “Wha- Why you do this?”. 

“I could say that I know how hard is for them, since I have lived with a ‘sex-doll’ many years of my early life” he said with a sad smile on his face, I opened my mouth to ask anything about what he said, but there were no words “my mom… my mom is a sex-doll” he confessed his eyes were full of tears in that moment, he look to the side and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie “but-” I tried to ask; he knew what I was going to say “yes… I am that cero cero one fucking percent probability” he told me. 

We remained in silence for five or more minutes still processing what he confessed me, and he still processing what he has told me, something really personal I could say. “I’ll tell him, wait here” I finally could speak. 

I didn’t shut the door “who was it?” he asked me curious, he obviously had not heard the voice of Takashi, I took a breath figuring out how to say it “sweetie, don’t be scared, it is Takashi” he furrowed his eyebrows. “He wants to apologize for what he told you, he is very, very sorry” I said “would you allow him to enter and apologize to you?” I asked this time due to there was no response. 

“Yes” 

Finally, Takashi apologized to him, he also kneeled in front of TOP “I am so sorry, please forgive me, I should never hurt you in such a way” TOP hesitantly put his hand over Takashi’s shoulder “n-no problem” he said but not looking into his eyes, he removed his hand slowly and put on his lap, looking to other site, he was sat on the big sofa “I’m sorry, Seunghyun” he whispered the pain was still in Takashi’s heart. 

“N-no problem, just don’t tell anyone” he still not looking at Takashi. “Never, I promise”. He stood up, he grabbed his navy-blue backpack which was attached to his back, it was a little wet due to the misty rain of twenty minutes ago, he clearly came to our house walking “by the way, here” he gave me a bunch of papers “what’s these?” I asked looking at the blue sealed plastic that protected the papers from the rain “the papers of Seunghyun” he simply said, then he attached his backpack to his back again, I tried to speak again, but I couldn’t he smiled at my actions “let me show you” he said kindly. 

He opened the sealed plastic to reveal a pretty fancy bunch of paper, it has the information of Seunghyun “So, this has all the information of him, age, blood type, etc.” he placed the useless plastic on my desk “then, there’s further information of him and a guide to take care of him and bullshit, you will understand later why do I call it that way” he smiled again. 

“There’s no other copy, just the owner’s, so, if you want you can fill up the spaces that are in blank, I’ve already write the buying date” he showed me the page “here, so, you’ll have no problem. I searched for him in the database, and there’s one day when he just disappeared, so I looked for the security cameras’ recordings of those days and I discovered someone stole him, but she forgot to steal this papers, so I put that date, everyone will believe you bought him” he took a deep breathe “there will be no problems for you both” he waited for a response “why?” he chuckled “is it not obvious? I do care about Seunghyun”. 

“Oh! if you both agree, you can just burn those papers, so Seunghyun would have never existed, and you can go to the town council and make a register of him as someone from the outside points or as someone who has not been registered, you know there are many problems with the population data, they will not suspect” I just reminded silent “if you decide to register him, wait a month… in a month they will demolish those factories and even if they try… they will find nothing” after his long explanation and the lack of our responses he smiled again “then I have to go somewhere else, see you later” he walked towards the main door “wait, Takashi” I almost shout “yes?”. 

“Neal is worried” I said, I didn’t process all the information he gave me at that moment “I know, I’m actually going to his place, don’t worry, I won’t tell him about this”. He opened the door “Oh! I almost forgot it, if you are going to register Seunghyun, change his name, everything, even his age, tell them he has Vietnamese or Chinese ascendancy, I don’t know, but lie about everything, just in case” I smiled and then he left. 

I sighed, realived, there was another problem resolved. I sat down next to TOP “I’m going to fill up this papers, just in case, in a month we will burn these” I said, he just nodded, hiding his face in my neck “I’m tired” he whispered, I took him to our bedroom and sat next to him until he fell asleep, then I return to the living room, I was going to make our dinner, however I saw the papers. 

Curiosity filled my body, so I decided to read those fancy papers before going to the kitchen, I read carefully the information about my lover, everything seemed right, like a medical register, then I continued reading. There was photos of him, of his open mouth, legs, butt, everything of his body, just to make sure the merchandise was in optimal state. 

I kept reading, there was a list of sex toys and how to use those on him, how to feed him properly, exercises routines to keep him in shape, kinds of food he needed to avoid, etc. I understood why Takashi called it bullshit. Nothing else, so I filled up the blank spaces, and then I locked those papers in our strongbox, it was in our closet, he was still asleep. 

I did something quickly for me, then I made a meal appropriated for my lover, and of course I served him a piece of chocolate cake my father send us, he doesn’t like when we eat cakes not home baked. 

  In a pair of days he insisted in went to the university with me, he didn’t want to be alone in our house, we drove to the parking lot next to the faculty, it was cold and rainy that day. He waited for me next to the cafeteria, I went upstairs to where Professor Alison was, we talked a little about my thesis and so on, after all it was a quick check of my work and I listened to his recommendations carefully. I thanked him, afterwards I went downstairs to the cafeteria. 

“So, it is suspected that the woman was a worked from HongKong district, she was a citizen and not a sex doll” the TV of the cafeteria was on the news channel “so, as the security cameras of the city confirmed the version of the police department, a pack of wolfs attacked her, also the autopsy pointed out that she has recently used drugs. By her behavior registered in the recording the police department stated she probably caused the attack” there was a picture of that women, which case had been open since many time ago, I was looking for TOP inside the cafeteria, maybe he went to the toilet, I don’t know. 

“Is she” he whispered, I turned around when I was about to take my phone out of my coat and call him, he was standing in front of me, I turned rapidly to the TV, it was true, then the picture disappeared, they were talking about other kind of news. “she is dead” he gulped, she was shocked. “Babe, let’s go” I tried to take him back to reality “hm?” he hummed in response “time to go” I smiled, he just nodded. 

“So, you fucked a lot yesterday” Josh said sort of loud “Josh!” both Takashi and Neal yelled at him. “Hello, sis” I greeted Josh “oh! you are here!” he hugged me and the Seunghyun “hello” TOP said shyly “hello there, guys” I smiled “so, you fucked a lot yesterday” I repeated Neal’s face was completely red he just hid his face behind Takashi’s head “tell them to stop, Takashi” he said. We all laughed. Us all had things to do, so we didn’t stay there for so long. 

Everything keep going, when a moth passed we went to the town council to register TOP, I saw in the news those places were demolished, we registered him with a little change in his name, then we went for some groceries, we were about to enter in the supermarket when a card box called his attention; he approached it, then I followed him “are this baby birds?” he asked me “yes, gosh they must be really cold” actually a few minutes ago it started snowing “we should take them to the vet” he quickly grabbed the box. 

“yes, they’re baby pigeons, they are healthy, thank you for helping them” the vet smiles to us “they will be okay while in a warm place, are you planning in adopting them?” I had took care of chicks and birds when I was a little kid, so I guess it will be no problem “sure” I said, then the vet smiled “then, could you give us some food for them” I added “of course, just give me a minute”. He went for some bags of special food, when we paid the bill, we took them into the car, TOP placed his scarf around them I did the same “we should bathe them first, then we are going to put them into their house” I pointed at a stuffed little house in form of a strawberry. 

We drove to our house, we can do the groceries later “hello, babies” he pet their little heads softly, careful to not hurt them “they like you” I told him when the pigeons started to peck his finger searching for food “they are cute” he said, paying total attention to them. 

Then we raised them, well, obviously he paid more attentions to them than me. We started calling them “our babies” they helped TOP to be focused in other things different from his bad memories, it made me happy, seeing him better and better.

Immaculate is about to end!

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