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moonymeloncholymoney · 2 months ago

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Rid of him🍁

summary: no matter how hard life gets, one thing was for sure. You were never getting rid of Joaquin Torres ;)

Warnings: none, bad grammar ig, cocky joaquin (he is still a softie tho), fluff, reader being emotional

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: I am so sorry for the late update. I was suffering from the worst writer's block and I have strict parents so😭😭. Anyways tysm for barring with me. This one is for @teamredlvr ik reader isn't exactly grumpy but I tried my best. Hope you guys like it 💗💗

Being a teacher at abbot is hard, heck being a teacher in general can be a catastrophe if you become one without ever having the true calling and love for teaching. When you do what you love, all the difficult things that come with it become a tad bit easier to handle but that still doesn’t take away from the fact that you have your hard days too.

and just like that you found yourself climbing the stairs of your exhaustingly long apartment because the lift wasn’t working, which didn’t really help in your case as your day wasn’t going very well to begin with.

After dealing with indecisive children and uncooperative parents you finally decided to head home, You had an entire class’s test to grade, a banner to make for the upcoming fest happening in your school and a truck load of paperwork from the school district inquiring about the progress of your children. You could deal with all of this but you didn’t want to, not when there were tears running down your face, snot on the shoulder of your favorite cardigan and not when you were carrying a bag full of test papers which were causing a deep burning hole to form in the skin beneath your bra strap. Everything about today felt like an unspoken burden that you had to carry because you made the mistake of doing something you love.

You finally reach your apartment door. You feel your bag dropping directly from your shoulders all the way to your fingertips and then hear it falling to the ground. You close your eyes, resting your head on the cold wooden door of your home. The scent of old linen and new laundry hitting you with a sense of comfort and security, you felt like home already. You decided to take the house keys from the back pocket of your jeans, when you feel yourself fall in front and collide with a warm body. You look up to find Joaquin in front of you, confusion and warmth in his coffee brown eyes.

You hadn’t seen your best friend in about 8 months or so after he came to visit for Christmas last year. He had been deployed at Tunisia and you were swamped with work, the only form of contact between the two of you being, the letters he sent, the cards you wrote and the endless calls you both slept off to.

So, to see him standing there with a spare key in his hand, your favorite movie on the tv and a pair of cup noodles set on the table, does things to you that you can’t even comprehend.

You jump into his arms causing him to stumble a few steps behind him. “Hey hey hey, you okay? Y/n?” he doesn’t hug back right away, trying to get you to face him and tell him what’s wrong but you’re too busy trying to get the most of him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Shhh…just be here, be here with me.”

He hugs back this time.

He knew you needed that hug but he didn’t realize how much he needed it too until he hugged back. You both poured all the year’s exhaustion into that one hug, easing into each other like two intertwining souls. He sighed into the hug and pulled you closer, making sure he gets enough of you to last at least another 8 months of deployment. It wasn’t until your cat purred at your leg when you both let go of each other.

“I guess someone missed me?” He tried to be cocky but failed miserably due to the fresh tears that had appeared in his eyes.

You let out a teary laugh before continuing to speak, “I thought you weren’t supposed to come back till after next week? how i- oh my god I had a whole thing planned for your welcome party!” You admitted as you flung your hands in your face.

“The mission got over earlier than we expected and then I remembered that I have my beautiful best friend to tend to, now are you gonna tell me why you are crying? And don’t say it’s because you’re happy to see me, I know something’s up” you know arguing with Joaquin was only going to end up in vain. So, you decided to pick your bag up from the floor as he led you through your door.

You knew lying to him wont work, it never had. He was the kind of person who would poke you to death until you revealed what was bothering you. He cared and he would make sure that you knew of it, even if that meant that he had to be a bit annoying at times. Life was good when you both were constantly in each other’s life. You remembered when he took you to McDonalds after your first boyfriend dumped you on prom night.

“One iced mocha coffee for you and one large-large big mac for both you and me cause I don’t want to die eating all of this alone” you wiped your eyes on Joaquin’s blazer which now sat on your shoulders, as you felt him slide down beside you on the floor outside McDonalds.

“hey” He shifted his gaze to you.

“hey” you said looking down, not wanting him to see the mascara stains that ran down your face smearing your cheeks black.

“If there is anyone who should be crying right now, it’s that pathetic fuck of a guy who even thought about leaving a girl like you on prom night, not you”

“He has a name you know?”

“yeah well, I don’t care”

“ Also…Joaquin Torres, did I just hear you curse?”

“Yeah well, you won’t let me kick his face so I might as well curse” he said as he took a big bite of his big mac.

“Yeah well I just wanted to say thank you and that I am sorry..” you admitted quietly ad you hugged your body tightly.

“wait why are you sorry?” Joaquin made a face so atrocious you thought he choked on his food. He turned completely to sit facing you.

“Well, I did ruin your prom night and I mean didn’t you finally ask that cute blonde out…wait what was her name again?”

“Jessca” he said going back to his original position, shoulder to shoulder to you.

“Jessica, yeah”

“no-no, jess-ca like she has no ‘i’ in her name” he laughed.

“Are you for real?”

“I am so for real, she almost had a seizure when I pronounced her name wrong but continued to call me jack the entire time. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I even wanted to go out with her.”

“Yeah well me too. I should’ve known he was a dick when he said ant-man wasn’t a legit super hero”

you hooked your arm under his elbow, kept your head on his shoulder and opened your mouth for him to give you a bite of the big mac.

“Oh yeah then this one’s definitely on you.” You smacked his arm as he kept his head on top of yours.

there was a moment of silence, comfortable silence. The one where you appreciated each other’s company through unsaid words and through a million little actions that made you question if you two were just good friends.

“Also you never have to thank me or apologize for that matter”

“what?”

“I said you never have to-.” “No, I heard that but why?”

“because then you’ll end up saying thanks way more than you can ever imagine, cause you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon” he said he looked down upon you.

“You’re this big sap aren’t you?”

“Says the person who is going to start crying again” he says with a smile that says all you need to hear.

“Okay shoot. What happened, who made you cry and do I need to kick someone because now I legally can” Joaquin said as he sat on the sofa in front of you. He handed you the takeout he got the both you.

“No you don’t have to kick anyone and I really wouldn’t want you to do that either”

“You’re no fun”

“and you’ve got sauce on your face”

“Y/N” he said while looking at you dead serious.

“Joaquin” you said as you wiped the sauce of his face and ate it of your finger.

“I am serious, tell me what’s wrong.”

You sighed and kept your food on the center-table beside you and sat with your knees to your chest. “i…do you think I am a bad teacher?” your voice went quite, and Joaquin’s throat went dry. How could you be a bad teacher? You, who spent hours teaching him 12th grade mathematics one day before the exam so that he didn’t fail and that too without losing your patience. You, who made an entire batch of cookies for your student book club after they finished reading their first book as a reward. Teaching was not an easy profession and definitely not a financially wise one either but you knew how much a good teacher impacted the kids so you wanted to be the same for your students and try to be bring change in any which way you could.

“Y/N, angel why would you think that?” he shifted close in front of you.

“Because a student’s mom literally said it to my face today, told me that I’d be a better teacher if I focused on teaching them out of textbooks instead of silly little novels” you said as a few tears fell from your eyes.

“but reading books helps increase their vocabulary and not just that it also helps them focus better” Joaquin admitted it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Exactly! Well, I tried telling her that but she lashed out on me and walked out of my class, I felt so stupid…so unwanted. And its not like Barbabra didn’t make me feel better, it’s just… I try my level best to make sure all the kids are learning in a way that expands their horizon. I just don’t want them to by heart the textbook, I want them to understand why the textbooks say what they do. I just wish the parents also looked at it that way instead of trying to make their job easier and getting over with their child’s homework as soon as possible”

Barbara was the senior teacher in the school and even though she did assure you that you were one of the best teacher’s out there, you needed to rant out your feelings to make sure that all your feelings don’t spill like a bottle of wine manhandled.

You were full on crying now, shirt drenched with tear drops and mascara smeared across your face the same way it did all those years ago. Joaquin kept his take out beside him and pulled you towards him through your elbow forcing you to sit with your head on his shoulder and your arm hooked under his elbow.

“Well according to me, someone who can’t even sit with their child and help them do their homework doesn’t get to call you a bad teacher.”

“Joaquin i-.” he shushes you with a finger on your lips, “Let me finish.”

“and you’re not the parent’s teacher, you are your student’s. So don’t you dare let any parent tell you otherwise, when you know damn well how much your students adore you. You are a great teacher and the class’s grade says all it has to. Also, you made Shakespeare interesting for me, do you know astounding that is for someone who barely got through 10th grade English. So, yes I don’t think you’re a bad teacher, I think you’re the best and the most fun teacher these children will ever have.”

He wiped your mascara smudged cheek and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

“ Yeah well I don’t know what I’d do without me either” he sighed as he picked up his takeout again.

You smacked his arm and opened your mouth to take a bite of the noodles he was having.

“Hey, that was mine!”

“Whatever is yours is mine” you said ad you grabbed the takeout from his hands and left a opened mouthed and a little offended looking Joaquin to stare at you.

“Oh you’re so going down” he said as snatched the takeout from your hands and put it on the table and got on both his knees on the sofa.

“Joaquin what are you- No Oh my god” your laughter echoed through the room as you felt your back touch the soft material of the sofa and Joaquin's fingers dug into the sides of your waist as he continued to tickle you.

You were crying from how much you were laughing, he was laughing from how much you were. And in that moment all was forgotten because you knew that you were not getting rid of him anytime soon and that was all you needed to know.

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xechu · 16 days ago

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Better Than Your Ex, Hotter Than Your Next - C. Kamo (One-shot)

pairing: mechanic!choso kamo x fem!reader

wc: 7.3k

cw/tags: please read my blog rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, swearing, mature themes, explicit sexual content, smut, brief mention of crime, fluff, crack, slice of life

summary: who would have known that your meet cute all began with slashing the wrong guy's tires.

a/n: An unexpected spin-off, but I had a lot of fun with it! This is based off of my cmh au but focused on Choso instead. Definitely tried something new with this one-shot here, going for a chaotic-awkward-unhinged-sprinkle of soft vibe. I highly recommend reading what I currently have for that au for some additional context, but this works as a standalone as well. Timeline-wise, this happens two weeks before Warm on a Cold Night. You can also check out some of my character notes on Choso here. Thank you for reading! x

The garage has always been pure chaos, and in the most rowdy testosterone-filled way possible. But Choso wouldn't have it any other way. The only touch of feminine energy in this establishment was when Jin's wife, Kaori, would come by. Otherwise, it would have been Sukuna’s girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend—his ass got dumped last year (completely his fault, by the way), and he’s still in mourning.

At this point, Choso is pretty sure Sukuna has gone full monk, enduring the trials of dry spell. He'd even quit smoking and drinking—definitely onto the path of nirvana.

The break-up was particularly nasty from what he remembered, but he still keeps a picture of her at his workbench to this day. And he's heard Baby Come Back by Player blasting from Sukuna's earbuds more times than he can remember.

It’s…sad, to see his mentor fall so far from grace. Choso is pretty confident that the man has gone off to the deep end. At this rate, if she doesn’t come back, he’s actually going to shave his head and move to a monastery in the mountains.

"Cho!” Jin called out from upstairs, peeking his head out from the office, "Think you can man the front desk for a bit? I got a business call."

Choso waved him off and made his way to the front desk.

Things have been laid-back lately. There's two more weeks before Christmas, and that's usually when garages see a dip in activities. Summer, on the other hand, was around the clock hell.

Choso leaned into the chair and took out his phone, which, quite frankly, needed to be replaced—a shattered-beyond-recognition iPhone 7. But it still made calls and sent texts, so it was good enough. Yeah, he knows—he's long overdue for an upgrade. But it’s like how some girls procrastinate on getting their oil changed. Same thing.

Ah. This was a nice break.

He could hear Sukuna tinkering with a car at the back, followed by a loud snap, and a few choice words. Man was definitely having the worst day of his life...for the past 368 days.

“Everything good—?”

The front door swings open and a frosty chill rushes in.

Oh, great—it’s Nancy. A long-time customer.

“Hey, Nance,” Choso greeted. He wasn’t much of a talker by nature, but after a few years at the garage he’s picked up more social skills. He's become quite fluent in customer service banter.

“Hiiii Cho!! How are ya?” Nancy was practically squealing, as she dusted off the light snow on her jacket.

“I’m good, I’m good. How are you? How are the kids?”

“Good! Brandon is coming back from college for the holidays, and Jeremy's at home already. The boys and I are going to have such a great time this year. Better than being with their father—”

“Oh, that’s nice—whatcha got there?” Choso smoothly interjected, it completely flew over her head that he cut her off intentionally. He wasn’t going to let her talk his ears off about her ex-husband again, he’s already made that mistake five times, and the story was always the exact same. It’s quite frankly a talent—how she doesn’t miss a beat.

“Ah! Just a small Christmas gift for my favorite group of boys! I’m a boy mom after all!” Nancy laughs a little too loud.

Right. Everyone knew it was really for Jin.

For a while now, Nancy has a not-so-lowkey crush on him. Thankfully, Kaori hasn’t crossed paths with her yet. And thankfully, Jin was in that business call, but Choso also wouldn’t put it past him that he saw her on the surveillance cams upstairs and decided to lay low.

“Aw, you’re sweet—thanks, Nance.” Nailed the fake sincerity.

Choso takes the box of chocolates from her hands.

Yep. Definitely for Jin. Nobody else ate 90% dark chocolate with orange flavored filling.

Nancy wasn’t the only one who’s got the hots for Jin, there were a few of them fangirls. Word has it that Jin's a “total DILF”. Choso doesn’t see the vision, but he supposes the vision isn’t for him to see. If anything, he thought Sukuna’s ex-friend Toji was more of a DILF. He’s only seen the guy once before, but it was enough to know that the man has a plethora of issues…and probably diseases. So he would advise anyone against actually fucking Toji.

"Awfully quiet today, just you here?" Nancy's eyes scanned around the shop.

More like was Jin here.

"Mhm, just me. Jin's dealing with stuff, gonna take a while. And well, Sukuna is..."

"Still hung up, huh?" She quietly whispers with a look of sympathy in her eyes.

Choso slowly nods. Apart from her weird crush on Jin, making her kids her entire personality, and throwing shade at her ex-husband every chance she gets, Choso believes she's still a nice lady deep down…though she probably would benefit from seeing a therapist.

"I understand what he's going through. You know, when Edward and I divorced—"

"You're fucking shitting me!" Sukuna yells from the garage.

Poor Nancy looked like she was about to have a heart attack. But for Choso, this was a typical Thursday afternoon.

Sukuna storms out from the garage and towards the front desk as he grabs his jacket.

"Oh, hey Nance," Sukuna muttered, and marched out the door before she could even say a word.

Choso looks at her and gives an awkward shrug, "Sorry about that. He's...you know."

Nancy nods, but it was clear she was a bit shaken up. She has a bit of a frail heart.

"G-Guess I should get going now," she nervously chuckled, "I should get the house ready before Brandon comes back."

"Yeah, I'll tell Jin you dropped by," Choso said, feeling a bit apologetic that she had to witness Sukuna's outburst.

"Thanks, Choso," her usual smile slowly returning.

"See ya."

---

Finally, peace was restored.

Choso guesses that he has about thirty minutes of relaxation.

Perhaps it was because the holiday spirit is making him a tad sentimental. Or maybe because he's finally found a steady footing in his life with his career. But he caught himself thinking lately: when would he find a girl that sweeps him off his feet?

Sure, he's gone on a few Tinder dates and had his share of casual hookups, but it wasn't satisfying.

As he’s scrolling, numerous ads of hot single women in your area pop up on his feed. Tempting, but he’s pretty sure that it was a greasy man on the other side of the screen, or some swindler trying to get you to buy crypto for them.

Choso wasn't much of a conspiracist, but he does believe that the phones are listening in on you—and not just your voice, but your thoughts via wavelengths and shit. Don’t ask him to get into specifics though, he’s not a science guy. It’s just a theory that hasn’t been proven yet. But how else do the ads always seem to know when he was feeling lonely?

Sigh. This sucked.

Jin found his dream girl. Sukuna fumbled his—but at least he got a taste of what it was like to be with someone who you were head over heels about.

When was it his turn? Sans the fumbling, of course.

Then suddenly, the front door bursts open. And that was when you came rolling through those doors like a storm, dressed in black from head to toe.

At that moment, Choso's breath hitched, his heart raced, and heat rose to his ears. He was absolutely certain that cupid didn't just shoot an arrow, he shot a whole fucking bullet through his chest.

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"Hi," you said, as you dusted off the snow on your coat and removed your ski mask.

"H-Hey," Choso stammered. Where was his customer service fluency when he needed it?

"Can I...help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to turn myself in—oh, crap," you noticed you were still holding the pocket knife in your hand, and quickly tucked it away in your jacket pocket. You wouldn't want there to be a misunderstanding now, but you were pretty sure it was a little too late for that.

"Um, this isn't the police station."

"Oh, I know," you said as you awkwardly walked towards the front desk.

Holy shit, you were the cutest girl he had ever seen.

"I..." you cleared your throat, "...accidentally slashed someone's tires outside."

Okay, so you were maybe a little off the rails. But a touch of crazy was totally his guilty pleasure.

"You what?"

"Yeah, I accidentally slashed someone's tires. But I'm here to pay for it, I swear!" You smiled nervously, but he could see the guilt in your eyes.

Choso didn't even know how to respond to that.

He was pretty sure that slashing tires were illegal. Does he call the cops? It should be fine if you're willing to pay for it, right? What do they call that in legal terms? A settlement, right. No need to give the love of his life cute girl a criminal record.

But before Choso could figure out what to do, you start sobbing hysterically.

So much for a slow Thursday afternoon.

"H-Hey! There's no need to cry over it, you said you were gonna pay, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I want to pay, h-honest!" You choked.

Clearly, this was your first rodeo in crime committing.

"Why don't we go out and you show me which car you, er, slashed. And I'll get you a quote." Choso rubbed the back of his neck, while handing you a tissue.

"Okay," you nodded, still barely able to contain your hysteria.

Choso grabbed his jacket and followed you outside. And of course, the victim of this supposed accidental tire slashing was a black Nissan 240SX—a car he was all too familiar with.

"That's...my car," he sighed in disbelief.

"I-I'm so sorry. I promise, I really didn't mean to. I—"

"It's fine," he says. To be honest, he wasn't even mad. The situation was just too unreal.

Choso slowly surveyed his car, making his round. You stood there, watching him intently, your brows knitted together—nervous with anticipation.

"You really slashed all four of them," he remarked.

"Yeah..."

"Do we know each other from somewhere?"

You shook your head.

You weren't sure if he cared for it or not, but an explanation seemed like the right thing to do.

"I mistook your car for my ex's," you cringed, realizing how stupid and farfetched that sounded, "His and your license plates are almost identical. Exact same make and all. I didn’t realize it was the wrong car until it was too late."

"Ah, what a coincidence."

"I know it’s unbelievable, but I’ll pay for everything! I promise. I just wasn’t thinking straight, and thinking about that asshole just makes me—"

"Hey, I said it’s fine," Choso tried to calm you down, "you don’t owe me your personal story."

"God, I’m just so embarrassed."

"Yeah, I’d be too," he gave a small smile.

There was a brief silence, and then you couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Choso wasn't sure why his heart did flips. Actually, he was lying, he knew why, that's because you're confirmed single. Not so sure about the mingling part, but at least he wasn’t pulling a Nancy.

"Well, I’ll get you the quote," he said, as the two of you walked back to the shop, "we can do a settlement."

"Thank you for being so understanding," you quietly said, blush dusting your cheeks.

"Don't mention it," he casually waved you off, "At least it was my car and not a customer's."

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This was, without a doubt, the most decisive moment of Choso’s life. As he stood behind the front desk and watched you punch in the PIN of your credit card. It was only a matter of time before it went through, he printed the receipt, and then you'll be on your merry way. After that, your paths will never cross again.

Does he ask you? Is it completely strange and unhinged? But then again, after what had just transpired, he doesn't even know the meaning of unhinged anymore. You literally came in ski mask and all, with a knife, and his first reaction was to fall in love and help you get away with a crime.

Settlement. It's a settlement.

Choso is quite convinced you're no criminal, and you had your crocodile tears and anxiety-fueled word vomit to prove it. Just a temporary lapse in judgment, happens to the best of everyone.

Mustering the courage he had, he takes a deep breath, "Go out with—"

"What the fuck happened to your car, Cho?!" Sukuna busted through the door.

Of course. Because why not have the front door blast open again today.

"Um—" you were about to confess to your crime again and relive the shame.

"I know," Choso said calmly to Sukuna, "taking care of it."

"Who the hell did you piss off?"

"No one. It was an accident."

"Accident? They were four tires in deep," Sukuna scowled.

Choso clears his throat, and makes a tiny gesture with his head—nudging to your direction. Sukuna momentarily froze, just as the card machine let out a loud skrrr-rr-rrr and printed the receipt. Clocking the situation—and the sheer awkwardness he had just created—he cleared his throat and excused himself back to the garage.

"...Anyway, I’ll put on new tires for you. I'm sure we got fresh ones laying around."

"Thanks," Choso nodded, and turns to you, "Don't worry. We've settled it. I won't call the cops or anything."

"I appreciate it, and again, I'm sor—"

"Go out with me?"

He did it. He actually did it. Albeit, not the smooth operator he wanted to be, but there's no turning back now.

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They say to forgive and to forget, but that's the dumbest thing you've ever heard. Forgiveness, sometimes—sure. But forget? Absolutely not. Unless you get hit by a truck and end up getting amnesia.

In the case of your sorry excuse of an ex-boyfriend, he deserved neither your forgiveness nor your...forgetfulness. How does one even forget the image of your ex wedged between the legs of your best friend and rabidly dicking her down? You can't. No one can forget that imagery.

Every day you pray for his downfall, and quite frankly, for his dick to fall.

And it was like your prayer was somewhat answered when you saw his car sitting out at a garage.

He was about to get his comeuppance.

There was always a part of you that was a bit reckless, and going through the motions of this break-up really brought that side out of you. You were done playing nice, and now, you were going to lay it down on that asshole.

You park your car to the side of a road across from the garage, and flip off the engine. Sitting in the driver seat, you carefully assess the area. It was rather empty except for two other cars, but then again, most garages were quiet during this time of year.

This was it. You were going to go through with it. You take out your ski mask and switch knife from the passenger's compartment. Yes, you weren’t oblivious to how suspicious that looked, but you had your reasoning. The knife was for your protection, and the ski mask—well, your ex-boyfriend was going to bring you to a ski resort this year but clearly that was no longer happening. You were going to return it, the price tag was still on there—but screw it, the sports store could keep the forty-dollars.

This was by all accounts completely illegal, and it would be your first time committing a crime, but he deserved it. If anything, cheating should be illegal. What's a little tire slashing going to do? At least you could compensate for that. How does one compensate for a broken heart, after they slash it all up? Exactly.

You rip the price tag off and put on the ski mask, checking to see how you looked in the rearview mirror: ridiculous.

Oh, right. Your nearly forgot to put on some lip gloss. It was one of those things that gave you confidence, and surely, you needed it to commit your first illegal activity.

With a deep breath you get out of your car and stealthily crouch-speed-walk towards his car. Kneeling beside a tire, your heart began to race, and hands began sweating.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Something didn't feel quite...right.

You give yourself a few slaps. It's too late to turn back now, you were literally right here—crouched beside his car. It's not like he was thinking with his head either when he decided to cheat.

Ironically, it was your ex-boyfriend that told you that slashing tires was an art form. You have to puncture it a certain way, and make sure you're not standing right in front of the puncture hole, or you could get hurt from the air pressure.

You brace yourself, and with your full might you sunk the knife into the tire.

God, it felt so damn good.

Watching the car slowly sink as the tires deflate, a thought came into your mind: you could absolutely do this for a living. Maybe start a side gig and get people to hire you to slash up scummy ex's tires. Consider it a service to the community—a voice for the voiceless.

As you stood up to revel in your masterpiece, your euphoria quickly turned to sheer horror.

In your fit of rage, you’d mistaken the 'U' on this person's license plate for a 'V'.

This was not your ex’s car.

The realization hit you like a brick. You felt dizzy. You might actually throw up and pass out all at the same time. Not only had you just violated the hell out of an innocent person’s tires, but your ex? He got away again. You could practically hear him snickering. Whoever said God didn't play favorites was an absolute liar. Because your ex was clearly a favored child, bestowed upon a divine gift of cosmic plot armor.

You were screwed. Royally screwed.

…Or so you thought.

Because in a shocking plot twist—you’re now being asked on a date.

By the very man whose tires you just stabbed.

"Go out with me?" Choso asked.

You blinked a few times, standing by the front desk completely stupefied.

Did you mishear? No, he said it quite clearly. He asked you to go out with him.

Was he desperate or completely unhinged? Perhaps both?

"But I literally just slashed your tires."

"But it was an accident."

Maybe a little suggestible too.

"Um, you don't think that's kind of—I don't know—red flag of me?"

"So...is that a yes, or no?"

"Yes," you replied without missing a beat.

Fuck it. He was ridiculously hot anyway.

You had noticed it the moment you saw him, there was an aura of dark mystery that surrounded him, which quite frankly, would have made you ache under normal circumstances.

And the way he defended your honor was the cherry on top. Whether he did it intentionally or not—it was super sexy.

So yes, a thousand times, fucking yes.

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Is this what cloud nine feels like?

Because Choso couldn't believe that you actually said yes. He watched as you left the shop and stared at his phone for a good minute, letting reality sink in.

He's pretty sure this felt more surreal than finding out what happened to his car. And he knew you were special when you weren't deterred by the state of his phone, they way you plucked it out of his hand and typed in your number:

Y/N 🖤🔪 (XXX)-XXX-XXXX

Yeah, you were definitely the one.

"I can't believe you asked out your tire slasher," Sukuna said casually, as he leaned by the door frame that connected the garage to the front desk.

"She's cute," Choso murmured.

"And kinda crazy."

"I'm sure you could relate."

Sukuna lets out a small 'tch', but Choso could see the corner of his mentor's lips ever so slightly lift.

Atta big guy, at least he didn't forget how to smile.

"Thanks, Cho. The call went on longer than I expected—" Jin let out a deep sigh, as he made his way down the stairs, "Did I miss something?"

Ok, so he wasn't hiding from Nancy after all.

"A whole lot. Cho got himself a date," Sukuna said. There was a slight underlayer of pride in his voice that didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh?" Jin grinned, "When did that happen?"

…

Men, too, enjoyed their share of gossip and tea, they’re just better at hiding their eagerness and enthusiasm about it. But if given the chance to partake in such discovery and sharing of 'information', they will certainly indulge. Which is how Choso found himself sandwiched between Sukuna and Jin. The three of them were upstairs in the office, huddled in front of a tiny Dell monitor from the early 2000’s, which was solely used for the garage's surveillance.

"Can you zoom in on her car?" Jin asked.

"Can't. Anymore and she'll look like a Minecraft character," Choso shook his head, he was the one in charge of manning the computer.

"What is she even doing?" Sukuna squinted, he had to put on his glasses for this—that's how you know he means business.

"Is she putting on...lipstick?" Sukuna asked, squinting closer.

"I think so," Jin said, adjusting his glasses. "Kaori does that too before we leave the car."

"Except she’s not leaving the car to go have brunch with the girls. She’s committing a felony."

The three of them focused intently on the surveillance recording like studious first row college students. Witnessing how you left the car, then not-so-stealthily fumbling your way to Choso's car, slapping yourself, plunging your knife into the wheels, rewinding, plunging your knife into the wheels, the exact moment of your horrific realization, and then turning yourself in immediately after.

By the end of the surveillance review, Sukuna was practically howling. At least this whole debacle seemed to lift his spirits up, even if it’ll only be temporarily.

"How were you not even alarmed when she came in with a ski mask and knife in hand?" Jin leaned back in his office chair, clearly amused.

Choso shrugged, "Gut feeling."

"Impressive,” Sukuna lets out a content groan as he got up and stretched, getting ready to head back downstairs, “Maybe you should stick to being a mechanic though."

"We'll save a recording for you, Cho. In case—you know, the two of you ever get married. It'll be a nice trip down memory lane," Jin sipped from his coffee, as if he wasn't lowkey egging him on.

"We'll see how the date goes first," Choso muttered, but the slight heat in his face was enough for anyone to tell that he's already down bad.

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According to many, flowers on the first date was basic etiquette, but in Choso’s mind flowers were kind of…dumb. They cost a fortune only to wither in a week, and pollen allergies were also quite common—so it seems a little risky. He wasn’t even sure what to believe. Some girls love it, while others would roll their eyes and say that it’s presumptuous for men to think that all girls would be swooned by flowers. Uncreative. Unimaginative. Thoughtless. Basic.

So he compromised and got you a succulent.

Still a plant, still pretty (he thinks), and could actually last. He took it a step further and even picked out a pot for you—though he wasn’t sure if it was your style. It was a pastel green pot, in a shape of a cute cartoonish frog. He thought the green matched with the, well, green. Color coordination was a bit of a learning curve for Choso, he was an all-black and chrome kind of guy. Some call it goth, or emo, but he prefers no labels. Still, E for effort—or maybe endgame?

Surprisingly, you said yes to him picking you up. Which is how he found himself waiting in his car, at the front of your apartment. As he stared into the beady eyes of his cartoon friend aka ‘Phrog’, he was starting to have second thoughts. Because why did he kinda want this for himself? Him and Phrog had developed a nice rapport while driving over to your place.

Maybe he could just put it in the trunk, and then pay for dinner. Just dinner is good, right?

Wrong. He had principles.

You were supposed to get both Phrog and dinner, so it’d be utterly wrong for him to scam you out of your plant.

Lost in his own thoughts of first date ethics, he doesn’t notice you coming out of the building until the passenger door opens.

"Hi," you smiled as you dipped your head in, "thank you for picking me up."

The man was too stunned to speak.

Thankfully, you could not hear the obscene thoughts in Choso’s head. Because how do you manage to look both so sexy and cute at the same time?

"Any time," he clears his throat.

You slid into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt, completely oblivious to the fact that your date was on the verge of malfunctioning. The car filling up with the sweet scent of your perfume was driving him insane.

"What’s this?"

"Oh, yeah," Choso hands over Phrog to you (time to say goodbye he guesses), "it’s for you. I just kinda thought you know—"

"It’s adorable! I love it. You’re so thoughtful, Choso," you gushed, "We should name it Phrog—with a PH!"

Definitely soulmates, twin flame, or whatever they called it. The two of you practically share the same brain cell.

As the two of you head to a fancy restaurant, you engage in small but comfortable banter with Choso. It was expected that the initial hour of a first date was always going to be a bit awkward and restrained.

The way he drove with one hand on the stirring wheel, and the other rested on the gear shift was so incredibly hot. You nearly forgot what it was like to be a passenger princess, which was why when he offered to come pick you up, you immediately jumped on it.

What’s so wrong about a girl wanting to be spoiled every so often?

And by spoiled, it wasn’t just material things, it was acts of services. Wanting to be understood without having to spell everything out. Wanting for someone to just offer their help, not because you’re incapable but because they want to.

So far, Choso has made all the right moves in your book. The way he was so calm and collected when you slashed his tires, the way he dealt with Sukuna without putting you on the spot, and the way he initiated asking you out. You were practically going feral over him.

It was true what they say, pick a man that was obsessed with you—and everything else will come after.

But was he really obsessed? You could only pray to the universe that he was.

...

It was a horrible mistake to have come here.

Fine dining was anything but fine, and Choso should have known better. But still, he wanted to impress you and it completely backfired.

How could the two of you get to know each other, if you could hardly even see each other under these dim lights? They mean to tell you that they charge an upwards of four-hundred dollars per meal, and they still need to cut back on the electricity?

And to top it all off, he could barely make a conversation with you, without Karen and Kevin sitting at the next table giving the stink eye like the two of you were uncouth animals.

They say the world of fine dining laid in the experience, but the only experience the both of you had was ‘what the actual fuck was this?’

He definitely does not recommend this restaurant as a first date, and probably not for any dates. Unless, you fall into the category of couples who perpetually hate each other but still need to keep up with appearances. You know, the ones that are always on the verge of divorce, but also, never going to actually divorce. It's oddly specific, he knows, because of...personal experience. Dark enough to not see each other's brooding faces. Quiet enough to avoid the things that need to be said. And enough wine to get through the night.

"What did you think of it?" You asked, as the two of you walked out of the restaurant.

"If I'm being honest, completely awful," he smirked, tossing the crumpled receipt into the nearest trash bin, "What did we have? A leaf and two meatballs?"

You let out a sigh of relief and laughed, "Two might be a bit generous for fine dining."

"It should be illegal, because what do you mean we came to a restaurant for an experience and not for food?" Choso chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Well, I have a place in mind since we're both...unsatisfied," there was a flirty and mischievous twinkle in your eye.

Choso swallowed the lump in his throat. Are you suggesting what he thinks you're suggesting?

You hook your hand under his arm. Bold. Exactly what he expected, and exactly what he liked.

You are a gentleman. A gentleman. The gentlest of man. Choso repeated in his head like a mantra.

"Mel's Diner is just down the street!" You pointed enthusiastically, "Have you ever been? Their burgers and milkshakes are to die for."

Of course, you were talking about food. What else could you have possibly meant?

"Good call, I'm starved."

"It'll be my treat," you grinned, already dragging him in the direction of the glowing neon sign.

---

Marry me. Choso proposed to you in his head as he watched you bring the tray of milkshakes and burgers.

He wouldn't mind an 80's diner wedding, underneath the fluorescent lights and all. It was perfect. The two of you were already somewhat dressed for the occasion. Heaven is a Place on Earth was playing softly in the background. The cashier could be the officiant, and the three other customers in the diner could be the witnesses.

You slide into the seat beside Choso, completely oblivious to the fantasy 80's diner wedding he was rehearsing in his head.

"Dig in!" Your mouth was practically salivating from the smell.

Your fingers brushed against his as you handed him the burger. His calloused fingertips were the kind that belonged to a man who worked with his hands.

Now, you weren’t so sure anymore if you were salivating because of the burger… or because of this man.

"Do you play the guitar?" you asked absentmindedly, taking another bite of your burger.

"I play the bass," Choso replied. "Sometimes I jam out with Jin and Sukuna."

"Sukuna is… the one who came through the door, right?"

"Mhm. He plays the drums. And Jin—his twin brother—is on guitar. The two look nothing alike, though."

You could only imagine. One big, brooding man who looked like he could absolutely send you to the shadow realm with a single punch was already enough. Two would be catastrophic.

"It could get chaotic sometimes," Choso smiled, "But they're like brothers to me."

"Are you an only child?"

"Oh, no. I have a few siblings, but I don't talk to my family anymore. I was never really close with them."

"Family dynamics can get complicated," you said with a quiet nod. "Are you... happy with how things turned out? Is there anything you would do differently?"

"Happier than ever. I wouldn't change a thing," he smiled thoughtfully.

His honesty and vulnerability only made him all the more attractive. Your heart was practically doing flips.

You stirred your milkshake mindlessly, unable to shake the heat radiating off of him. Your arms were practically touching given the cramped booth, and somehow, that felt more intimate than holding hands.

"So your ex, huh?" he broke the silence, a sly edge to his voice. "Must’ve really been something for you to want to commit your first felony."

"Ugh, don't mention it," you groaned, "I should have known something was off when he didn't even have a driver’s license. That scum cheated on me with my best friend."

"I hope his dick falls off." Choso rolled his eyes.

You laughed, "Trust me. I pray for that everyday."

"His loss though," he shrugged, "Thanks to him, I have a chance."

The both of you blushed as your eyes locked on each other.

“You got a little bit of…” Choso murmured, reaching up to wipe the mayo from the corner of your lips with his thumb.

You looked at him with your mouth slightly agape, while he casually glanced around for a tissue. It was insane how this man had you in a chokehold without even trying. Something took hold of you—some primal need to taste him, to start something you couldn't walk away from. You grabbed his hand and brought his thumb to your mouth, sucking it clean without a second thought.

"I want you to fuck me, Choso."

Was this a dream?

He blinked a few times.

Oh.

---

"My place or yours—"

"I don't care," you hissed, "Start driving. Or we'll do it here."

You suppose his physique wasn't just for show. You could tell how well-built he was even under the greasy coveralls at the garage. And the way he had his black shirt sleeves rolled up this entire evening, to reveal his veiny forearms was definitely a seduction tactic—which obviously worked, and you are not ashamed to admit that.

As the two of you stumble through your apartment door, he swings you over his shoulder.

"C-Cho! Lock the door." You giggled.

The lock of the door clicks, and he impatiently walks over to your room and throws you onto the bed. The way he looked down at you alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine, like a predator with his gaze fixated only on his prey, and nothing else. His eyes alone were enough to tell you how much he wanted you.

Now, the issue was: he didn't have protection. Choso, although lowkey had hopes that tonight would end with a bang, genuinely did not anticipate that you'd actually want to have sex with him. So he didn't bring anything with him.

A gentleman. He was trying to be a gentleman. Though he knew it'd be difficult the moment he saw you.

"Just fuck me raw then," you said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Choso muttered a few swear words under his breath. But who was he to deny you?

Your wish was his command.

A cocky smile tugged at his lips, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Revealing his ripped physique and upper arm tattoos. You could see the way his back muscles flexed in the mirror—which was enough to already make you wet.

You didn’t expect this at all. Then again… it was always the quiet ones.

The way his cock strained against his boxers made it clear just how much he ached for you.

But as he hovered closer, something else hit you: for the first time ever… why did you feel so flustered? Where had all that confidence and boldness from ten seconds ago gone?

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer.

“I want you to kiss me,” you said, quieter than you expected. A blush crept up your cheeks, hidden under the dim lights.

Without another word, his lips crashed into yours. It was hungry and intense, igniting a warmth within you. His hands eagerly roamed your body, tracing every line and curve, like he’d been dying to touch you all night. Your scent, the softness of your body, it was everything he had been imagining but even better.

He guided you down gently on the bed. The sight of you laid out before him was enough to make him let go of all his restraint, but no, he wanted to savor this moment and take his time with you. His lips wandered, leaving trails of hot kisses along your jawline and neck, while deftly removing the layers of clothing that stood between him and your bare skin.

“Show me how you like it,” he murmured, as he slid down your panties, “I’m good with my hands.”

His words gave you chills.

Maybe you saved an entire country in a past life—whatever it was, you weren’t complaining. You'd hit the jackpot.

You took his hand, placing it right where you wanted it. Guiding his fingers, showing him the pace and pressure that drove you wild. His thumb found your sweet spot, and he gently circled it while his middle finger teased your entrance, making your breath hitch.

"Mm—right there, Choso!" You cried, as your hips bucked up for more. His mouth latched onto your breasts, suckling gently while his free hand continued to explore your body. Every touch, every breath on your skin, was enough to unravel you—and he wasn’t even inside yet.

Pleasure built steadily—warmth tingling through your limbs, wrapping you in heat. True to his words, Choso was indeed good with his hands. His fingers steadily moved in and out, stretching you as he prepped you for what's to come. The sheets twisted in your fists as you writhed beneath him, panting and gasping with each delicious stroke.

"Don't you dare stop," you panted, your body tensing up with the closeness of your climax. "Y-Yes, Choso, right there!"

He applies more pressure to your clit, and quickens the pace of his fingers. "Cum, sweetheart. Let go for me," his voice hoarse with lust and desire.

The tension within you snap. Your back arching off the bed as you cried his name, the release crashing over you like a wave. Your body trembled as you relished the aftershock. Your head spun, like you were on some kind of high.

If there’s one thing you learned from the last twenty minutes, it’s that you could get off on words alone.

When you finally came back to your senses, Choso was hovered over you. A cocky smile plastered on his face.

"That was amazing," he breathed, clearly a little more satisfied with himself.

"Mhm. But now..." you said playfully, your usual boldness returning, "It's your turn to feel good."

You push him flat on the bed and swing your leg over, straddling his hips. His face flushed an even deeper red. You could feel how hard he was beneath you, and the thought of having him inside was driving you insane. Peeling off his boxer, your eyes widen as his cock springs up to reveal a silver piercing.

"You like it?" He raised an eyebrow. Clearly proud of his hidden accessory.

The duality of this man. Who taught him to be so sinfully deceptive?

It was your first time seeing this in person. Your fingers curiously trace from the base of his cock and up to his piercing, touching the piece of metal and the pierced skin.

“Ngh—sweetheart,” he groaned, grabbing your wrist, “if you keep playing with it, I’m gonna cum.”

You hummed and gave him a sly look, grinding your wet core against his cock, coating it with your juices. His tip already beginning to leak with pre-cum.

It felt nice. To feel so desired and understood by someone.

"I want you to cum inside me," you blurted.

Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide. Choso swallowed hard—he swore he was losing his mind. Scratch that. He had already lost it in the car.

He nodded.

His hands found your hips, firm but gentle, as you guided his cock to your entrance—and slowly began to sink down onto him.

"Hah—Choso, you're…" you gasped, struggling to breathe through the stretch.

Choso was pretty sure he had already ascended. Seeing how you were determined to take him, and also focused on his pleasure was the sexiest thing he's ever experienced. Not to mention, he wasn't even fully in yet and he's already about to blow.

"Relax. Take it slow," he cooed, his thumbs gently rubbing circles into your hips. "Just let me know if you want to switch."

You sank down onto him with a moan; the fullness was dizzying, your breath catching as your walls pulsed around him. After adjusting to the fullness, you begin to slowly move, savoring the feeling of how he stretched you deliciously, and the extra sensation of the piercing.

"Fuck, you feel like heaven," Choso sucked his breath in, his grip tightening around your hips.

The bed creaked as you picked up the pace, riding him with enthusiasm. The room was thick and heavy with heady musk, breathy moans, and the skin on skin contact were the only sounds that filled the air.

"T-That's right, sweetheart. Shit—you're perfect. You're doing so good," he was a babbling mess.

"R-Ruin me, Choso! F-Fuck me."

He let out a deep groan, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d bruise. In one smooth motion, he flipped you onto your back and caged you beneath him. His hands slid beneath your thighs, spreading them apart before hooking one leg over his shoulder, angling you perfectly beneath him. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your entire body.

"Harder, I want it all," you begged. Tears pricked your eyes. Your nails dug into his shoulders.

He gave it to you on command—relentless and deep, eliciting cries of pleasure from you like it was his mission. The friction was incredible, and the piercing only added to the sensation, nudging just the right spots inside, until your whole body tightened, your orgasm approaching fast and brutal.

"Fuck, Choso—!" You shattered beneath him, release washing over you in waves, your vision going white as your body trembled from the intensity.

He followed, stuttering inside you with a low, strangled moan. His hips stilled, buried deep as his warmth filled you. His body trembled against yours, forehead pressing into your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

...

You lay snuggled under Choso's arm, neither of you fully having come down from the high—but everything felt… right. The moment was perfect.

Maybe you were the one with the cosmic plot armor. Because how else do you go from slashing the wrong guy’s tires, to finding someone you genuinely connect with, and then also getting the best dick of your life?

This man was almost too good to be true. Surely, he must’ve been written by a woman.

“Be my girlfriend?” Choso suddenly asked.

You were definitely the one wearing the plot armor.

“Yes,” you smiled, looking up at him—and leaned in for a kiss.

---

"So, how did the date go?" Sukuna asked.

"Better than I expected. I'll be seeing her again," Choso smiled.

He was a liar, it was not just better. It was an enlightenment. He might not devote himself to the monastic lifestyle, but you are without a doubt his newfound religion.

Also, he's not about to let his mentor know how he ended up having the most mind-blowing sex on his first date. He highly doubt Sukuna would want to know about his sex life, it'd feel like a coercion more than anything.

By some stroke of luck, you had also agreed to become his girlfriend. Perhaps he saved a country or something in his past life—not that he really believes in those stuff.

"Well, I'm glad it went well, because I have something for you," Jin said, walking in on the conversation with a shit-eating grin.

He held up a small USB stick and handed it over to Choso.

"What's this?" Choso blinked.

"A copy of How I Met Your Mother: Choso Edition. We even added music," Jin said proudly.

"...You're kidding." Choso stared at it.

"We debated putting it on DVD," Sukuna added, leaning against the doorframe, "but figured you'd want portability."

Choso groaned and shoved the USB into his pocket.

Yeah. Life was good.

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a/n #2: would any of you be interested in a playlist for the Cross My Heart au? Let me know in the comments! I appreciate you all. x

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100gayicons · 2 months ago

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Graham Chapman was heading for a career as a doctor until he met John Cleese at Cambridge University in the late 1950s. The duo were both members of the Footlights theatrical club, where they began writing comic skits. This partnership eventually led to the creation of Monty Python’s Flying Circus in 1969.

Chapman was considered the most subversive of the Monty Python members. When he was asked why he parodied authority figures, he said:

"Because they don't know their fucking business."

Chapman said that when he realized he was homosexual, it was "an important moment in my life". He met David Sherlock, his long-term partner, in Ibiza in 1966. When they returned to London and soon lived in together. The next year, Chapman came out to friends John Cleese and Marty Feldman.

In 1971, Chapman and Sherlock met John Tomiczek, a 14-year-old runaway from Liverpool. They later spoke with Tomiczek’s father, who agreed to let the pair become his legal guardians. (In later years, Tomiczek would become Chapman’s business manager.)

Chapman was a vocal supporter of Gay Rights. In 1972, he publicly supported the UK Gay Liberation Front and helped fund the pioneering newspaper Gay News. The same year, Chapman became one of the first British celebrities to come Out to the public - during a television chat show (although some say he was drunk at the time).

Chapman drank alcohol heavily most of his life. He once described it as:

“(It) was for relaxation. But it became more of a necessity. Four pints of gin a day is really hitting the juice.”

In 1973, while on tour with Monty Python, Chapman missed cues to go on stage and suffered from DTs (shakes, shivers, and confusion), which could last days.

In 1975, the Python Team began developing the script for “The Life of Brian”. Chapman had been considered by the team to be the best actor of the bunch, so he was cast as Brian. At Christmas 1977, Chapman became increasingly concerned that his drinking would impact his performance as Brian, so he quit drinking and remained sober for the rest of his life.

After the film opened in 1979, Chapman said:

“I'm still rediscovering myself. I don't really know who I am.”

Chapman took up pipe smoking at 15, which became a lifelong habit. It would have serious repercussions. In 1988, Chapman had a routine dentist appointment. The dentist discovered what appeared to be a small tumour on one of his tonsils. He had a tonsillectomy, but a year later, it was discovered that the cancer had spread into his spinal column. He underwent chemotherapy and other procedures, but it was determined the cancer was inoperable. Chapman died in October 1989, survived by his partner, David Sherlock, and his adopted son, John Tomiczek.

Chapman died the night before a planned Monty Python 20th anniversary celebration on the BBC. Python member Terry Jones called it "the worst case of party-pooping in all history".

At Chapman’s memorial service, close friend and writing partner John Cleese said:

“I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, of such capability for kindness, of such unusual intelligence, should now, so suddenly, be spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he'd had enough fun. Well, I feel that I should say, nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard. I hope he fries! And the reason I feel I should say this is he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw away this glorious opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him, but mindless good taste."

#gay icons #John Cleese #graham chapman #Monty Python’s Flying Circus #alcoholic #Terry Jones #cancer #subversive #life of Brian #Gay rights

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softtdaisy · 1 year ago

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🌲 a found family l max verstappen

summary. you and max can't spend Christmas together but a trip to his dad and the love he has for you make him realize that he deserves better. a better life. a better love. a better family.

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a/n. and this is the last piece for this Christmas series. Thanks to all of you for sticking me through December. and a massive thanks to my favorite person @monzabee for encouraging me and for giving me this beautiful idea to end the series 🫶

a very angsty Christmas l masterlist

You looked absolutely gorgeous, wearing a dress Max had bought you this year during one of your holidays. One of the many gifts he did to you this year, because if there were one thing that could describe your boyfriend it would be his generiosity. That man could buy you the world if you wanted it.

And that was maybe what was making him the saddest tonight.

He could see you wearing it and neither could he offer you his gift.

Because you were not spending Christmas’ eve together. But in each other’s family.

“You know this look is a great excuse to skip the diner at my dad’s?” Max asked which made you laughed. He was still sit on your bed, his shirt barely closed and his hair absolutely not styled. He was the closest to his place, compared to you who had to drive for almost two hours.

He watched you as you walked to your phone, that you had put on your wardrobe to show your whole look. “You’re such a flirt, Maxie.” you kept laughing, specially when he started making his poutty face that you absolutely love. You always found it funny how most people saw him as this arrogant guy when he was such a sweetheart.

“Ain’t I allowed to flirt with my girl?”

“You are. It’s a shame you won’t enjoy the result of this flirt tonight.”

This hasn’t been an easy decision for either of you. It’s was only your first christmas together since you started dating on january. And you really wish you could have spend the evening together. But you learn one thing through this past year: never go against Jos Verstappen’s plan.

From the first race you attended, you got the feeling Jos didn’t really appreciate you. You tried to talk about it with Max without making a whole drama out of it but he didn’t really react. Or say anything, actually.

Not that Max didn’t care. It was even far from it. He just didn’t know what to do. He never talked about his personnal life with his dad and it wouldn’t be a first now. Specially not with these type of question. Max always assumed that his father only care about his racing career. It couldn’t be that bad if he wasn’t interested in his son’s couple. Right?

“I have to go” you told Max, who was lost on his thoughts. He enjoyed for the last few seconds to sight of you before you had to hung up. “Call me if you need, alright?”

“Even if I don’t need it.” he laughed before letting you go.

Every time he had to say goodbye to you, on the phone or because you couldn’t follow him for the next race, Max felt a little hole in his heart. He never thought one day he’ll met someone that could complete him like you did.

That’s all he thought about until he arrived at his dad’s place. All the thing he wanted to do with you before the new season starts, where he would take you during the holiday, which races you could be there and what places he wanted to show you during these weekend. More than just happiness for your couple, Max realised how important you were for his anxiety. Before he met you, most of the time he had to drive to see his father, he was anticipated all the bad things that could happen. The critics, the disapproval, the yelling if they really did disagree on something. And the worst part was that, in the end, he was just living the nightmare before it happened.

And maybe it was the fact he didn’t think about all these things before arriving, but Max felt good when he arrived.

“Uncle Maxie!” And being around his nephew was definitely a good help.

For many years, Max never consider having children. The anxiety he developped because of his own childhood was a perfect argument to avoid trying. How could he give a child what he needs if he doesn’t know himself what a kid should have? He knew what he shouldn’t do, that’s all.

But these past weeks, from seeing his nephews and calling them, he realized that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

And maybe, you weren’t for nothing in this change of mind.

“You’re shinny, uncle Maxie.”

“Shinny?” he laughed, still playing with the little cars that represent all the Formula one drivers.

“Yep. You’re happy.”

Max didn’t know what to answer to that. But then he felt two hands on his shoulders and a kiss from Victoria on his hair. “He’s right.” He turned around to look at her. He guessed that the look she had was just another proof that indeed, he was lookier happier. “It’s for the toast, come.”

It was some kind of tradition. Everyone had to say what they were grateful for at the end of this year. Kids, health, career… each other always revolved around these subjects. Max was not going to break the circle. Not today.

“Well I’m grateful for the amazing year I spend. Winning the championship again was more than I could expect at the beginning of the season. So yeah I’m grateful for the team, for the work we did to win the races and create such amazing memories all together.”

Max stopped for a few seconds, thinking about what he could be grateful for. There was one thing, obviously.

If he met his father’s eyes, he wouldn’t have continued. But he didn’t. He looked at Victoria and her massive smile.

“And I’m grateful for my girlfriend. I couldn’t have go through this crazy year without her. She’s my rock, she’s my best friend, she’s without a doubt my soulmate and I’m glad I could finally found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Max heard all the lovely and loudly sound from his family. And before he could notice her, Victoria was already in his arms, telling him how proud she was that he finally found the happiness he deserved.

Again, he could have focus on the good thing, all the congratulations and excitement about this new family member that they all couldn’t wait to meet. But this time, Max did saw Jos look on him. One that he sadly knew by heart: disappointment.

At first, Max decided to ignore the situation and spend most of the evening playing with his nephews, pretending to be a car himself to drive them around the house. But he couldn’t escape the heavy atmosphere forever.

Max saw that Jos was sitting by himself in the living room, with a whisky in his hand. He hesitated, did he really wanted to break all the good vibes for a talk for his dad? And then again, he was too nice to avoid him. No matter if he knew he would end this conversation with some broken feelings, Max couldn’t escape it. Because if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that he never wanted to become like his father. A man that would rather ignore the people he love for the sake of disappointment. Silence was never the solution.

“So, how do we feel about new season?” Max asked, sitting next to him. If there was one subject they couldn’t really argue about was his career. Or at least, even if there was some disagreement, it wouldn’t end up badly.

“You have to leave her.” It was simple. Five words. Said with a hard tone. Like an order. “You’re already losing your man over that…stupid girl. You can’t let yourself fail for a woman, Max.”

Maybe he should have gone with the swerve, in the end. “What do you mean? I’ve been with her for a year and I still won.” He could have, maybe, understand if the season was a pure fail. But it wasn’t. The car was amazing and he won almost every races. There was not single doubt that not only you weren’t a burden but you were a motivation for him. It didn’t make sense. But still, Max knew where all of this came from. Because he knew his father.

“A woman is always a burden in a career.”

“This is why you got married thrice?” It left his mouth without Max had time to notice it. Truth is, he got tired as he grow older of the need to think about his words. What could he say what he mean to his dad? Why should he still be afraid? “Trust me, you terrible at giving relationship advices.”

“You should watch your mouth.” Jos replied, taking a stew towards his son. For many years, Max used to step back to avoid the confrontation. Not anymore.

Instead, he took at step towards too. “You should watch yours. I won that fucking championiship, again. And you can’t even congratulate me? All you think about is the woman that want to spend her life with me? Not you, me.”

He noticed the change, again, in Jos look. It was getting darker and darker, like his anger was taking over himself and he was close to not be able to contain himself. Usually, Max was scared of the moment he would explode. There was just one change in his mind. You.

Max could accept any criticism about his career or life choices, he didn’t care. It was his life. Sometimes he might be wrong and he could deal with his dad saying that he warned him. He was still young and could deal with some mistakes.

But there was one thing he could never let Jos critcize or give his opinion on it: you.

“I won’t let you ruin your career for some stupid woman.” Jos got the time to grab his wrist. Max hated feeling like a child, all over again. Looking for his dad approval.

Expect that this time, he didn’t want it. “Fine. It’s my career. I don’t need your opinion.” he managed to free himself and was already leaving the room. He couldn’t continue this without letting it become some shit show. No matter the situation, his family didn’t deserve it. Specially not on Christmas eve.

“If you don’t leave her, then i’m not supporting you anymore.”

Max stopped in the middle of the room. He heard the sound of a glass falling in the kitchen sink. He heard the sudden silence in the children’s playroom. This was the results of year of fighting for Jos seeing him as an equal, as a real driver and not a child who wants to grow older and be consider an adult. This was the results of feeling like his dad loved him.

Max was hurt. But he couldn’t fight anymore. “Fine.” he didn’t turn around, didn’t want to look at his father. It wasn’t the idea of seeing him. It was the idea of Jos seeing how bad he broke him, again. “I’ll do better without you.”

The silence was still everywhere when Max walked to his sister to kiss her and said goodbye to his nephew. It was for the better, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fight if they asked him to stay. But Victoria knew his brother, and what he deserves was to be in a place where he felt loved.

And there was one where he knew he would never be ignored and rejected.

When you opened the door, you imagined different scenarios. But never one where you would see Max on your doorstep. “Baby?” you asked with confusion, almost like you were sure he was real.

“I’m sorry, I should have called, I know i wasn’t invited but…” he didn’t need to continue. Because you recognized the look in his eyes. One you sadly saw before. When he argued with his dad on the circuit and you couldn’t do anything than holding him in your arms. Telling me it would get better. That he wasn’t alone.

That was the only truth Max needed. He was far from being alone.

So you offered your hand to him. “Come in baby.” you noticed the little hesitation in his look, on that sadden you. It wasn’t that Max didn’t want to come in. It was a pur fear of opening his heart to you and losing you after. It didn’t last long, because he knew deep down that you were here to stay. But you were scared that this was a kind of thought that would never leave his mind.

You gave him a small and simple kiss on the lips, a kind of silent promise that you were supporting him. It wasn’t much, but it was more than Max even asked for. He was so not used of being understood and loved, this simple attention was enough to light up his heart again.

“Sweetie, who’s th… Oh Max! What a lovely surprise!”

You were interrupted by your dad who almost push you away to take Max in his arms. You weren’t surprised. First, because your dad was a very lovely and tactile person who couldn’t resist this type of greeting. Second, because he appreciated Max so much, he was probably the one praying every day for a wedding. Third, because he had been asking you all night why you didn’t bring him.

But Max, on the contrary, was more than surprised by that. Was he really that happy to see him? “Come in, you’re getting cold. Did you eat? We have…” you didn’t even hear the rest of the sentence that your dad had already pulled Max to the living room. Your boyfriend just had the time to turn around and give you a curious look. To which you replied with a smile. It felt right to see him being appreciated and treated like he should.

All your family spend the night talking to him, asking questions and making him feel like he was home. That was the truth, actually: this place was also a home for him. It was yours. And your family already considered him as a part of it. There was no reason for Max to not be a full member.

It wasn’t until you got to bed, in your bedroom, that he let his mind speak. You were laying on his chest while he was looking at the ceiling and caressing your hair. It was relaxing for both of you to stay in silence after the crazy night you had.

“I’ve felt much more at home here in a few hours than in all my life with my dad.” Max said slowly, in a whisper.

You turned your head just enough to look at him while he was still focused on his thoughts. You were making a whole speech in your head to make him feel better. You had no idea how he felt about this. This must be such a strange situation to feel more loved by your family-in-law than your own.

But then he put a kiss on your hair and started to smile. “Thank you.” he whispered, like he was scared to be heard by anyone else. “For finding me and for loving me.”

You could feel your heart melt at this confession. “Thank you for opening your heart to me.” you replied.

And you stayed like that for a good minute before you made a debrief of the whole evening here. When you both fell asleep, you realised you had the greatest gift you could ever dream of. Happiness in the arms of your loved one.

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aethon-recs · 6 months ago

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This Week (x2) in Tomarrymort (8 – 21 November 2024)

Hello! We have three multi-chaptered fics finishing this week, highlighted below. In addition, I made a rec list for Tomarrymort Necrophilia Fics 💀🤍 in support of the Tomarrymort Necro Fest hosted by @magical-menagerie-server, which kicks off in January.

Completed Fic:

Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89 (M, 47k, complete) Age catches up with everyone. The infamous serial killer Voldemort now spends his time reading newspapers and making trips to the local library in search of a new crime novel. But one day he makes an interesting new acquaintance that shakes his quiet life and rekindles old flames and unknown desires. What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries (M, 17k, complete) Harry is sold at auction to a man who is clearly in some kind of disguise - Lord Riddle isn't as charming as he looks, and the way he looks at Harry... A Regency AU inspired by the magnificent artwork of @stolenviolet. If I were you by @onehitpleb (E, 9k, complete) It is 1945 and Tom is eighteen, freshly graduated, and working a non-reputable job as a store clerk in Knockturn Alley. Somehow, he grows attached to the worst sort of person - an idiot.

In addition, a recap of the author notes from last week! (Please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, such as a little bit about the chapter(s) updated, and I’ll throw it in the update for next week!)

A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight (E, 70k, WIP) “As for the new chapter of A Simple Request, Harry tries and (unsurprisingly) fails to keep his personal life private. Some are having the time of their life, some others, not so much. Lifts can take you up, but going down is more interesting.” Wish by @sri-verse (E, 3k, WIP) “Wish is set after Harry's fifth year where he gets the ownership of Bellatrix's vault along side the Black vault. Looking at a gold goblet, he remembers his childhood wish of buying a gold cauldron and brings back Helga Hufflepuff's cup with him to fulfill that desire, unaware that he has freed the horcrux living in it.” To the Hilt by @izharmilgram (E, 28k, WIP) “To The Hilt is a royal arranged marriage au featuring nontraditional a/b/o, political schemes, ancient greek and abrahamic religion references, feral harry potter, and lots of power play and worship. It's neither only tomarry or only harrymort, but tomarrymort—meaning the core relationship is Tom/Harry/Voldemort. This includes Tom/Voldemort.” we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands by @boyneptunee (M, 50k, WIP) “The consequences of Harry's Time Travel seem inconsequential, at first. Until they stare right back at him with vicious eyes. There's trouble brewing in every direction, and the Future is not as certain and set in stone as one might think.” Time Stumbler by @wintumnly (T, 102k, WIP) “Harry is stuck in 1937 and spends the holidays with almost-eleven-year-old Tom Riddle. On the first day of Christmas, they both anxiously wait for Tom's Hogwarts letter together. Fluff, humor, and Tom Riddle is not good with feelings." 7 by @moontearpensfic (E, 44k, WIP) “Harry goes back in time to raise Tom AU: the boys discuss what might have happened to make Voldemort go to "sleep."” Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 22k, WIP) “Harry corrupts Tom AU: Tom and Harry celebrate Christmas--and something more! Your Wish, My Command by @moontearpensfic (E, 8k, WIP) “Hinny adopts Tom AU: Tom finally gets Harry to crack. 🔥”

Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Complete | Chapters 8 and 9 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89

Complete | Chapter 6 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries

Complete | Chapter 4 of If I were you by @onehitpleb

Complete | Chapter 19 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

One Shot | To be Imagined by @cyandenial

One Shot | god's hands by @curioushabitforarivergod

One Shot | bad behaviour by @milkandmoon-ao3

One Shot | two ways of being: the noun & the verb by cycloalkane

One Shot | set my soul on fire by @wynnefic

One Shot | Beach Episode by @crowcrowcrowthing

One Shot | First Duel by @being-luminous

Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 12 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse

Chapters 7 through 11 of in the silence by @satflesk22

Chapter 4 of friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight

Chapter 15 of Embryo by @cannibalinc

Chapter 4 of As It Begins by @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic

Chapters 7 and 8 of Stygian by @crowcrowcrowthing

Chapters 15 through 17 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 1 of the night is cold in the kingdom by @girl-with-goats

Chapters 5 and 6 of you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria

Chapters 131 through 134 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapters 1 and 2 of Small Mistakes by Crisis_Brewing

Chapter 5 of Hit 'N Run by @dragonaireabsolvare

Chapter 11 of Days always end in sunsets by @d00medbythenarrative

Chapter 25 of Time Stumbler by @wintumnly

Chapters 8 and 9 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

Chapter 21 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee

Chapters 6 through 8 of To the Hilt by @izharmilgram

Chapter 9 of Do It Over by @marrythemonstersao3

Chapter 2 of Infinite by @moontearpensfic

Chapter 2 of Prizefighter by @dragonaireabsolvare

Chapter 8 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r

Chapters 13 and 14 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle

Chapters 23 and 24 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse

Chapter 13 of He Who Shall Not Be Changed by @moontimefilter

Chapter 17 of Last Son of Black by @treacleteacups

Chapter 6 of Dreams Beyond Blood by @hikarimeroperiddle

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #tomarrymort recs #aethon recs #tomarry recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #hp fic recs #harrymort recs #tomarry weekly #this week in tomarrymort

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astroyongie · 5 months ago

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𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆ Christmas Male Idol Tea 𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆

Note: Hello everyone and Merry Christmas Eve/ Happy Yule to everyone who celebrates theses days! for today we have a little gift. This is a tea post done through tarot, so please take it lightly.

-> Questions regarding who X is won't be answered. You can however send in theories about who you think X is but there won't be denial or confirmation from my part.

-> Each X is one member from the group. Female idols post to be posted next!

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NCT 127

X has been giving money away to associations. it seems like this act of kindness is also a way for him to be ‘forgiven’ about a few things he has on his heart

X wishes to not renew his contract with SM the moment the opportunity presents to him. it seems like they want to leave korea as well

X has been working on their inner self and their own courage. you might see him next year speak up about things that other male idols dont speak about

x is in a very stable relationship at the moment

ever since X has been in a relationship with someone where the cycles keep repeating themselves. it is not very healthy

Next month, X might travel out of korea for a project he has been collaborating in

X will have a solo in 2025

X will also have a solo in 2025

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NCT Dream

X might take a new direction with his career. Acting happening in 2025?

X is still in his healthy relationship and it seems that so far things have been doing well for him

X is in a good state mentally and physically. he is happy and he is genuine when he shows it to his fans

X will give you news about solo projects that he has been working on

It seems like X wishes to go as a soloist once the contract with dream ends

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Stray Kids

X is in a relationship but he has not been faithful as he is texting another person through text/instagram and the texts are rather suggestive

X will go through a whole physical change in 2025

X baby scare

expect some changes in X career in 2025

X will be traveling soon for a solo project

X went to see a shaman in order to remove some evil eye he had on his shoulder but also to cut ties with someone who has been obsessed with him

Solo music for X in 2025

X is frustrated with his life because he has been stuck in the same pattern for the last months and he is unable to come out of it

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Monsta X

there wasn’t much i can say about X other than he has been living his life happily

X is truly kind, and lately he has been trying to be more kind with the people around since he know he has made people suffer

X is in a relationship with someone that korea consider like one of the most pretty/female celebrities in korea

X has been dealing with addictions and lately it has been worst

X will show a new phase of himself with a new solo in 2025

X will make collaborations for 2025 when it comes to music. he will also be more active in social media and raise his community

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TXT

X has been trying to be positive with their life but it's not easy when there’s so much going on with his mental health

Xs energy is completely chaotic. a lot of anger, a lot of despair and overall negative red emotions. all because they haven't been active

X is currently dealing with some serious health issues related to his stomach/digestive system/ habits of eating

X has been at peace for the last three months. a good relationship as well, he is happy and content

X has been physically active, which also has impacted his sexual life. he might have caught something that he didn’t wanted to because of the lack of protection

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Seventeen

X has recently decided to take the big step with his partner (probably private marriage)

X is single now after a long relationship. he has won a lot in wiseness and he is mourning that relationship

X is happy and determined to take control of his life and welcome all the blessings that he has been receiving lately

X has been talking with 4 different girls and they all learnt that he was flirting with them. the moment he learnt about it, he dipped

X is very humble and he understands and accepts critics about himself when it comes to his career. not when it comes to his personality

X has met his forever person a few days earlier

Since April, X knows that the person he is with isn’t his forever person but he doesn't know how to end a relationship this long

X is patient and he believes that love and fortune will come to him in the rightful moment

X has grown in maturity in this year, and he is now prepared to take a further step onto his personal life

X has been waiting the right moment before he can maybe start a solo career

X has been turning to his faith lately in order to be able to deal with the issues and the problems he has in his own life. faith helps him a lot

X has introspected a lot about his life. he knows he has a purpose but it's not always easy to deal with intense feelings like he does

X has also been developing his spirituality. he believes in a lot of things, and he has been opening himself to it in order to hold into life

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BTS

X has no intentions of keeping his career alive. Whenever he does solos it's because the company asks him to. in 2025 it's probably that he wont do anything because he simply doesn't want to

In mars, X will take a drastic decision concerning his career that will shock the public

X has been thinking a lot about the mistakes he has done on his past and he hopes nothing will be published

2025 will be a creative year for X and he will be doing a lot of things for his carer

This winter has been very hash for X because he just doesn’t know what do do with himself and his career anymore that doesn't feel forced

X is under the company's protection after the scandals that HYBE has been involved in. X has been involved in a few things as well related to that

X has been taking refuge in a lot of things. alcohol, his home, his friends, his family. anything is enough to hide the feelings he bares

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EXO

X has been struggling with his mental health a lot although he doesn't show it because he doesn't want his fans and his members to be worried about him

X is protected by SM after some shit and rumors have been going on around. X believes he doesn’t need that protection because whatever happens, he will drag the company with him

X has been dealing with quite a few ghosts it seems

10 days ago, X realized that he is not ready yet to do what he truly wants. X has been working toward something that he holds dear but he needs to wit before exposint it

X has been doing very god despite fans thinking that he isn't okay

X is a strong man and he has been making sure to keep himself and his family away from the spotlights

February will be a complicated month for X because a lot of things will be requested out of him

X has cheated on his partner and he has been lying to people around him about the reasons for their separations. he hasn't been honest with fans either

X has been introspecting on his life because he has been very anxious lately about the world in general

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Ateez

X doesn't show it but he hides his feelings a lot from the others. there’s some comments about him that hurt him a lot. specially about his physique

X wil be doing a solo project in 2025

X has been thinking about moving out and having something in common with his partner but he doesn't know how to make it happen while benign discreet

X has gave up from therapy which he had been following this year

X is having some heavy family issues and he unfortunately cannot do anything about it. he is caught in the middle

X misses his dad a lot and hisses his grandparents a lot too.

wait 7 days so you fan can receive X little gift

X will take a while new unexpected turn with his career in 2025

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The Boyz

ever since X’s last travel that went wrong, he has developed heavy symptoms of anxiety

X has been gathering courage to assume himself, to be the real self after years of denying a specific part of himself

X will have an amazing 2025 year, with a lot of recognition and solo works alongside special collabs

X has been rejected

In order to fight his anxiety, X has been focusing on living the present moment

seems like X will make a new meeting with the love of his life in the next days

X has been searching something, seems like love with someone, but the other person hasn't been giving him what he wishes

no one knows or is able to see that X has been very alone and lonely lately

X is in a toxic relationship with someone and he has been trying to write about it on his lyrics

X is dating an idol who is currently blonde, they have been together for the last 1 months and half

X is dating but he isn’t aware that there’s a third person in the relationship. his partner isn't cheating but this 3rd party sure wants to break them up

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Enhypen

X’s self esteem is so high that he doesn’t believe when people say on internet that he is ugly for example or when they criticize his physique

X is another idol who has spent his days instructing about himself and how to become a better idol for the public

X has bad intentions toward another member of his own group

X has been dating his partner for the past 15 days

X has been very active with people around. his masculine is at peak and he uses that to affirm himself

X is going through a process of healing after months and months of bad mental health

X wants to leave the group. Seems like 2025 will reverse a few surprises for the group

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Treasure

X will leave korea for a promotion/project he has been doing with his sponsor

out of all members X is whom has the idol person more genuine and lose to his real personality

X is dealing with codependency in his relationship but also substance abuse it seems

This winter was a good cycle for X who has found their person, and he seems to be very in love with them

X has a good intuition when it comes to know people's intentions toward him and others

two months ago, X has broken up with his partner but it seems like he is the one suffering from that choice

X will take an important decision for his carer in 2025

X has met someone new that he ha been developing a crush on

expect X to b able to show a new side of himself and to be the center of attentions in 2025 and on his group

X has true child-like behaviors outside the stage. some members get annoyed that he lacks maturity

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Zero Base One

X misses his family terribly and he would give up his career if it meant going back to his family

The issue with X is that he is unable to forget about the rumors or the scandals about himself which also does not allow him to move with his life

X has been trying to get away from a saesang, it has been one year since he is dealing with this obsession and its tiring him

X’s money that he has been winning, beside the debts he has to pa to the company he has been giving it all out to his family (brother)

X and another member from the group have made peace after an argument

X is slightly ore balanced emotionally after a debut of year quite complicated

expect X to have a new contract in 2025

there’s days where X wonders why the hell does he wake up if its to live these things

2025 will also change X career

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Boys Next Door

X is in a way better mood than what he was before. his mental health has improved

X takes medication for his mental health but it seems like he has been developing some type of addiction to it

X got in a relationship this december

X might go through mourning

Bet that X will have quite a good festivities this end of the year as he is planning to enjoy every drop he gets

X has been treated unfairly compared to the other members and even exploited

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Riize

X has been suffering from deep and annoying headaches. his body is telling him that it's giving up but it seems like he doesn't understand it

Solo for X in 2025

The anger that X has in him is no joke and i am scared that one day he won't be able to contain it and it just explodes on the wrong people

solo opportunities for X as well in 2025

X will accidentally spill some information that will fire up the internet

X energy has been improving a lot but he still needs to be careful who he calls friend

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michelle-is-writing · 1 year ago

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Concussions, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

Warnings: mentions of vomit, concussion, hospital rooms.

Arguing with your boss is one of the worst things you can do with your boss. For my boyfriend of almost a year, it was nothing new. Plus, in Greg's mind, there were worse things one could do with their time. Like argue with me, his girlfriend - that was much worse than arguing with his boss, according to him.

Still, that didn't mean that he could always get away with arguing with his boss. Especially around Christmas time when the hours were needed and he just so happened to be an asshole. Anyone could figure out why I was upset when he told me he was unable to get Christmas Day off. He just had to be rude to Cuddy the day before he asked, and because of it, we both have to suffer.

Despite him promising to call me almost every hour, I still felt lonely when it came to Christmas Day. I woke up without the love of my life beside me, and I'll be alone until he gets home around nine in the evening. When Cuddy told him she couldn't give up the hours, he was especially rude in response, therefore earning more hours to work that day.

Right now it's around eleven in the morning, and even though I've put on a Christmas movie and made myself hot cocoa, I still feel sad. I have no one to spend this great day with, and it sucks. Maybe a nice walk outside will help me feel better. It's cold and snowing, but I can always wear a heavy coat and boots - no biggie. Besides, I may even see a pair of cardinals flying through the white sky like a holiday card straight from the hallmark section, and it would make the weather all the worth it.

Slipping on my fuzzy black boots that Greg got me at the beginning of our relationship, I throw on my fleece coat before heading out front. The lights strung on everyone's apartment are lit up, and the people that have their Christmas trees in front of their windows have them lit up as well. The green and red bulbs are a nice contrast to the white snow that fills every window sill and yard, making it look almost like a floating blanket on all the little segments of grass. It's such a beautiful sight to see, but it makes me miss Greg even more. He's always pessimistic, but even he would be happy with the looks of everything.

Stepping off the steps and onto the pavement, I take a few steps forward, only to look up and see a pair of cardinals flying above me just like I wanted. I marvel at the beautiful red shade of the male next to the equally beautiful olive colored female floating next to it. When they find their mates, a pair of cardinals can never be separated as they are mated for life. The idea of such a thing makes you smile, but the idea of finding your own true mate? It feels nearly impossible.

I seem to find the cardinals very distracting as the next thing I see is the pure white sky above me as I feel myself slip, my arms and legs flailing to grab onto something as I fall backward. However, they don't, and I end up landing on my back with my head colliding against the ice I slipped on. Everything happens so fast that I barely recognize the pain rushing to my cranium or mine and Greg's elderly neighbor rushing toward me as concerned words flow out of her mouth. Despite wanting to respond, I can't, and instead, my eyes close as I feel myself slip into a vast sea on unconsciousness.

It isn't until I finally wake up once again that I register the pounding pain in the back of my head. It nearly makes my eyes roll back, but before I can even do that, I quickly lean over the edge of the surface I'm lying on and feel the contents of my stomach empty. I soon feel a pair of hands gently pull my hair back as I do so, my eyes clearing up enough to watch a nurse’s legs in purple scrubs quickly push a trash can in front of me to finish vomiting into. However, it doesn't take long before I’m done and I almost fall back onto the slightly stiff surface I'm on, a damp cloth wiping at my mouth once I do so. Flashing my eyes throughout the room, I recognize the bright fluorescent lights above me as ones used in a hospital room and the surface I'm on is one of the uncomfortable beds in a hospital room. Great.

Turning my eyes over to the source of the hand holding the wet cloth, I find it to be the man I've been wanting to see all morning, a worried look etched onto his face. I want to fling myself in his arms and hug him, but my almost drunken haze prohibits me from doing so. Instead, I languidly smile and tiredly reach a hand up toward him, to which he takes in his own hand with a small smile.

"How in the hell," he begins, his voice taking over the almost stuffy noise in my ears. Gently running his thumb against the back of my hand, he takes the damp rag away from my face before tossing it onto the lid of the biohazard bin a few feet away. "Did you get yourself a grade two concussion just by walking outside?"

"I didn't mean to," I defend myself, trying to sit up a little, despite the deep pounding in my head. Greg helps me, but not before pushing my head back against the pillows to angle my face upward. "I just wanted to go for a small walk, and see some cardinals maybe! I did, by the way, and man, were they beautiful."

"You seem to be doing better than I thought," Greg points out, hovering over me to look into my eyes with a flash light. "No confusion or seemingly dizziness," he lists off. "You just seem fatigued and dazed, which is to be expected. The good news is you don't have memory loss."

"Who are you again?" I quickly throw at him, earning a downcast face with a frown. I immediately laugh at his reaction while reaching up to take his face in my hands, but his hands catch mine before they're even halfway there. I really am tired.

"I would say you're also having some psychological disturbances, but it's nothing different from usual," Greg jokes back, making me laugh again. At this, he smiles, but continues on. "How bad is your head pain?"

"Compared to the constant headache you give me, it's nothing," I tell him, once again, earning an eye roll in response. I know he's wanting to throw playful insults back at me, but he's trying to keep the moment as serious as he can. Don't get me wrong, I understand how severe my situation is, but I just can't help but take the chance to banter with Greg like he usually does with me.

With a sigh, Greg sits back in the armchair beside my hospital bed before taking something out of his pocket. "You just had to hit your head so you could end up in the hospital with me today," Greg chides, holding the rectangular box in his hand as he stares at it. "I guess irony plays a huge part in life's never ending game of... slipping and falling on ice!"

With his sarcastic comment, Greg pushes the box toward me as I smile at him, my hand reaching out to take the box from him. "Open it," Greg tells me, scooting his chair beside me to be closer to my bed. Doing as he says, I shakily unwrap the green ribbon from the box before slightly struggling to open it, my hands trembling from being asleep for so long.

With the maroon velvet box now open, I gasp upon seeing the diamond tennis bracelet shining back at me with the bright hospital room lights causing each beautiful crystal to sparkle like a thousand pieces of glitter. "Oh my God, Greg," I mutter, my eyes flashing over to him beside me. "This is... beyond gorgeous."

Smiling, Greg lifts one of his hands to brush my hair away from my face before using the other to take the bracelet out of the box and secure it around my wrist. "Merry Christmas," He tells me, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "I thought you would like this."

"I-I love it, Greg," I tell him, looking over at him with a frown. "But I don't have my gift for you! They're at the apartment and-and I wanted to give it to you so bad-"

Greg cuts me off from my rambling, an almost flabbergasted expression washing over his face. "Are you kidding?" He sarcastically asks me, reaching over to take my now diamond covered hand in his. "You ending up in the hospital with me is possibly the best thing you could do today, as morbid as it sounds," Crinkling my face at him with amusement, I shake my head at his demented words as he continues on. "This means I don't have to do what Cuddy says and stay in here with you and watch I Love Lucy."

Just as he says this, Greg takes the remote from the side table and turns the TV on, flipping through the channels before finding the show mentioned seconds earlier. Glancing away from our intertwined hands, I smile at Greg as he turns to look back at me as well. "I love you, Greg," I tell him, receiving a smile back before he leans over once more and presses a kiss to my cheek.

Sitting back in his chair, Greg keeps my hand in his as we both look over to the TV and watch as Lucy banters with Ricky just as Greg and I did moments ago. At this, I smile and ignore the pain in my head as I enjoy the positives of today despite being in a hospital. My loving partner beside me, a beautiful diamond bracelet on my wrist, and I Love Lucy reruns on the TV in front of us. As long as I'm with Greg, it doesn't matter where I spend my Christmas - just as long as he's by my side, I'll be fine.

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absolutebl · 4 months ago

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2024 Awards - Quick Picks

I always do the Quirky Awards each year but people often ask about my basic favs as well. Here they are.

Best Music

The Rebound, it was autotuned Stray Kids (more than even JYP's normal sins) only in Thai. I'm not mad about it, and usually Thai intro/outros piss me off.

Dishonorable mention: Sunset x Vibes backing track using instrumental Christmas music. I know it's copyright free but no, Thailand. Just... no.

Best depiction of consent & sex positive message

Every You Every Me, that installment with the rocker character.

AND Knock Knock Boys.

Dishonorable mention: Korea & Thailand black-sliding into dead fish kisses and "pan around the head" no kiss filming.

Best/Most Consistent Kissers

Pond & Phuwin, specifically in We Are (there was lots of kissing) but also just in general.

Best Kiss

YinWar in Jack and Joker

Best Chemistry

SalibPon in both their shows, Pit Babe and This Love Doesn't Have Longbeans.

They also showcased two different KINDS of chemistry, slow burn affection and burn up those health codes out the gate.

Favorite New Pairs

Up & Poom from My Stand-In

GreatInn from Wandee Goodday

I can't WAIT to see their next shows.

Best Support Character

Yai from The Sign

Best Side Couple

AlanJeff from Pit Babe

Favorite 2024 Narrative Structure

Love for Love's Sake

Best Scene 2024

Unknown

Lifetime Achievement Award 2024

OffGun

My Top 10 Shows of 2024

Cosmetic Playlover

Love For Love's Sake

Unknown

We Are

Cherry Magic (Thai remake)

Wandee Goodday

The Sign

Century of Love

Sugar Dog Life

The Rebound

All my end of year round up posts:

2024 BL Trend Report

2024's 10 Best BL Kisses (and more)

Best 24 of BL 2024 - Quirky Awards

MY BEST & WORST BLs of 2024

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hellishjoel · 4 months ago

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boy next door

711 words / pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

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warnings/information: fluff!! literal fluff!!

a/n: sorry (not really) that I keep choosing Frankie as my inspiration for many of these prompts, he is just so lover boy!! my banners are by @saradika-graphics. shoutout to @berryispunk and @lady-bess for putting this together on @fanfictionoverload!

Francisco Morales has always been the boy next door. From grade school to high school, your lives ran parallel. You shared the same school bus stop and the same backyard fence.

It all began when he saw you cruising the cul-de-sac on your Razor scooter, his shy smile lingering until you rode up and asked if he wanted a turn. That was the moment your friendship truly began—joined at the hip from that day forward.

High school changed things. Francisco turned into Frankie, and Frankie got… hot. All sharp features and soft brown eyes with floppy curls often nestled under a hat. Meanwhile, you were navigating the awkwardness of acne and insecurities, and your circles didn’t quite overlap the way they used to.

Life pulled you in different directions—you went to university, and Frankie enlisted. You assumed he’d forgotten about you, imagining him making new friends, finding someone special, and leaving your shared past behind.

Then, last Christmas Eve, Frankie appeared at your parents' doorstep, clutching a tin of cookies his mom had baked. The surprise visit turned into hours of catching up over hot cocoa and nostalgia.

That night rekindled something neither of you had realized you missed. A year later, he wasn’t just the boy next door anymore—he was your sweet, goofy boyfriend, and today, he was helping you tackle early spring cleaning at your parents' house before they moved to Florida.

“Florida must have subliminal radio waves for retirees.” He grunts as he yanks down the rickety wooden ladder to the attic, shifting around boxes until his eyes land on one with Barbie stickers and childish scribbles with a marker. “What do we have here?” he teases, descending the ladder with the box cradled against his chest.

Your heart sank. “Frankie, no,” you warn, lunging forward to grab it.

“I spy some diaries!” Frankie beams, heat rushing to all parts of your body in panic.

“Please don’t read those. I’m begging you.”

Frankie holds up the thickest one, a compound notebook with a black and white cover that has your name and the year scrawled over it in a gel pink pen.

Frankie scoffs playfully, eyeing you over curiously. “What’s the worst it could say? Did you confess to a crime in here? With a pink glittery pen?”

“Frankie, please,” you groan, face buried in your hands.

Those pages hold so many memories from high school. You remembered bits and pieces of what could be inside, but you knew at least a few pages described your torrid girlish crush on Francisco. Your boy next door.

His playful grin softened as he studied your expression. He placed the notebook back in the box and set it on the floor. “Okay, baby. I won’t look. I was just messing around.” He crossed the room, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry.”

The relief you feel gives you the courage to flip through the journal, finding one page in particular. “One page. And one page only. Okay?”

Frankie’s eyes lit up as he slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Together, you found the page—his name, scrawled in a big heart pierced with an arrow.

He tightened his hold, and you felt the warmth of his blush against your cheek. “You had a crush on me?” he murmurs, his voice low and awed. “I used to have a crush on you. You were so cool, and I never told you how I felt. You always just seemed so much smarter than me, and you didn’t care what anyone thought. No way in hell did I think you’d be into me.”

You turn in his arms, both of you smiling like teenagers again.

He shakes his head and pulls you in for a deep kiss, his rough hands melting at the hold he has on your jaw, taking in the love notes scattered throughout your journal. “I could have had you all this time.”

You shake your head and squeeze his hands assuredly. “Our timing is just right.” The attic, the journals, and the past faded away. In this moment, it was just the two of you—and the love that had finally found its time.

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lostbookmark · 9 months ago

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MDNI 18+ 🔞

WHISPERED SECRETS MASTERLIST

Summary: After four years, your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive?

Pairing: Sisters ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader.

Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance.

Warning: Explicit sex, fingering, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, punishment, unprotected sex, drinking, dirty talk, praising, degradation, spanking, spanking as punishment, teasing, hair pulling, arguments. Overuse of the name, baby, Use of prescription medication.

You stare at your sister from across your parents table. She looks good as always, happy and almost glowing. The man next to her is just as beautiful. Mingyu is tall, handsome, and personable. The perfect example of someone you want to bring home to your parents. He develops something, real-estate you think. Not exactly sure what that means, you’ll have to google later. He screams money with his designer clothes, fancy watch and shiny shoes. He is perfect for her and they look good together. He's nice, really nice and you're honestly so happy for her. You wonder how long they have been together. Your parents must have known about him as they didn't seem surprised when he showed up with her. It makes you feel all the more guilty. You feel guilty for lying, for not knowing about her life anymore. You feel guilty that Yoongi will never have your family's approval.

You stay quiet during dinner, just moving the food on your plate around with your fork. You don't have much of an appetite. Your mother won't stop gushing over the two of them as she watches them with the biggest smile on her face. She goes on and on about how handsome Mingyu is, how successful he is. You feel embarrassed on his behalf. Your dad seems like he's tuned out of the conversation, keeping one eye on the tv. You should have known something was up when she said that she wanted an additional dinner this month besides Christmas and had asked you to dress up. You thought maybe she was going to set you up with a blind date. Yoongi didn't find it funny. He gave you a light spank as a warning.

“I'm happy we can be here today,” your sister says, bouncing in her seat. Her smile is a perfect pearly white. She must get them whitened regularly. “We have some news.” You watch as she takes Mingyu's hand. “We are getting married.” she says, holding up her left hand to show off a huge diamond. The sunlight catches the diamond to show off how truly beautiful it was. You know that she's in love with it. She always loved things that sparkled.

Your mom cries out in joy, hugging her as they start jumping up and down squealing like teenagers. She’s never been happy for you. You think bitterly. She didn't care about you passing your drivers test, your first homecoming with an actual date, getting into art school. She always went after your faults, and your sister reaped all the benefits. You plaster a smile on your face watching them, hoping it comes off as sincere. Your dad offers congratulations by shaking Mingyu’s hand. Mingyu, however, looks at you with a curious expression on his handsome face . You're not sure what he is thinking. You wonder what she has told him about you. Was it that you were an awful, harlot, boyfriend stealing woman? That you were the worst sister in the world. Maybe she doesn't say anything at all. Maybe he thought you were some weird stranger at the table.

“Do you have the style of your bridesmaid dresses picked? We will have to get Y/N’s measurements done,” your mom started, but your sister cut her off.

“I already picked my bridal party. There's just not enough room,” your sister explains. “You understand, right, Y/N?”

“Sweetheart, I'm sure there's room,” Mingyu told her. “I'll find another groomsman.”

“No, she understands. It's just not in the budget.” She looks at you with a tight smile. You just want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. This…this is how much she hates you. Does she know? Does she know that you are with Yoongi? That he spent an hour with his face buried between your thighs this morning, trying to calm you down about this dinner. Can she smell him on you? No one says anything until Mingyu clears his throat.

"That's…uh…an interesting ring,” he says to kill the quiet. “A sun, it's pretty.”

“Umm, yeah, my boyfriend gave it to me,” you say quietly. You hold your breath and pick at the napkin in your lap. This is not how you wanted to break the news. Honestly, you don't think that you ever planned on telling them. You just hoped that maybe, somehow, you two would have been able to run away and start again where no one knew you.

“Boyfriend?” Your mom asks. “Since when do you have a boyfriend? One serious enough to buy you jewelry?”

“Uh,” Mingyu looks a little panicked like he shouldn't have said something. “What about work? What do you do?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, she's just an accountant at a small-time, no named business.” Your sister answers for you as she eyes your ring. “Nothing important.”

“No, I quit,” you tell her. Your mom literally dropped into her seat. “I'm starting an art program in the summer, and I have a new job with more flexible hours that will accommodate me.”

“Art?” Mingyu exclaimed. “My company loves doing charity for local school programs. You know, art supplies for classrooms, dress clothes for choir performances, and offering financial assistance with band instruments.”

“What? I didn't know this,” your sister said, looking at her fiancée like he grew another head.

“You never asked,” he said quietly. “Sports are great and all but…the arts always get overlooked. Music and drawing are such amazing ways for kids to express themselves.”

“How are you going to afford an art program?” Your mom asked you. Damn, you even had your dads attention.

“My boyfriend is paying for it,” you say quietly. “He got me my job too.”

“Where are you working now?” Your mom asked, and boy, does she look pissed. “Who the hell is this boyfriend? You better not be doing…things… to get him to pay for you.”

“Uhh,” Mingyu says. Poor, poor Mingyu, he doesn't know what he walked into. You think that he's starting to sweat.

“A record company,” you say quietly, staring down at your plate. You're trying to brush off her insinuation that you're a sugar baby or something. Is she wrong, though? “My boss Namjoon…”

“Kim Namjoon?” Mingyu asked, tilting his head to the side.

“You know him?” You question as your eyes snap to him, and your heart rate starts to pick up.

“Yeah, we've done charity events together. He has a small crew, too. Jimin, Hoseok, and uhh…” he trails off, trying to remember. “He was super quiet and didn't really say much.” You panic. He knows of Yoongi. This can not be happening. “Man, what was his name? He looked angry.”

“Jimin is dating my friend Lisa. That's how I met them,” you explain quickly, lying, hoping to break his train of thought. “Their uhhh…yeah, dating.”

It’s quiet again as four sets of eyes stare at you as you ramble. It's an awkward silence that you need to get out of. You excuse yourself from the table and race out to the back patio as fast as you can. Hoping if you can avoid any more of the conversation, and they will just move on.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you look around, and you try to calm your fast beating heart. Your parents took everything down slowly throughout the years. The tree house, the trampoline, and the swingset. Your sister always made you push her on the swing so she could pretend to be some sort of fairy princess. She never pushed for you. Your whole childhood is gone. Even though it wasn't the happiest, it still hurt to know it was gone. You pull out your phone and quickly send Yoongi a text.

It's a shit show. Will you call me for an emergency?

Sorry, my love. He texted back. Tell them your dog is sick

I don't have a dog, you replied.

Do they know that? he answered.

Behind you, the door slides open, and your sister storms up to you. Her eyes are heated, and you're pretty sure she's trying to kill you with her glare. She crosses her arms and starts tapping her foot.

“You made me look stupid in there. Mingyu won't stop asking questions about why we don't know anything about your life. Why I won't let you be a bridesmaid? How you should be my maid of honor.” She hisses at you and pokes you in the chest. Her bony ass finger hurts. “You need to fix this mess.”

“He asked a question, and I answered,” You defend yourself. “What do I tell him? That you and mom only give a shit about each other. That I've been trying to move on with my life without you two making me feel bad all the time?”

“Oh, you're so full of yourself. No one was ever out to get you,” she rebuttals. Your phone chimes, and you ignore it. “You locked yourself away and always expected everyone to help you. It's not our fault you didn't have a life. Your poor me shit needs to stop.”

“I was a kid. Dad was never around,” you yell at her. Your phone chimes again. “Mom was always stuck up your ass. Your pageants, dance, and everything else you did. Yeah, I needed help.”

Your phone rings this time. You flip your phone to look at the screen. You freeze. You forgot that Yoongi's contact picture was of the two of you. Lisa had bullied her way into his studio and took the picture. She made him kiss you on the cheek as you sat on his lap, and to your surprise, he actually did it. He kicked her out not long after. You hear your sister gasp, and your eyes fly to her face. She is stunned, staring at your phone. It stops ringing, only to immediately start ringing again, picture popping back up.

“You have gotta be kidding me,” she says lowly, harshly. “Is that Yoongi? Tell me right now! Why do you have a picture of him kissing you?”

“I…I…” you stutter.

“Yoongi? Your boyfriend is Yoongi? WHAT THE FUCK!” she screams. “ANSWER ME! IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND? ”

Your parents come out back where you two were. Mingyu is not with them. You wonder where he went. You hope he ran away, far, far away. You hope he doesn't come back and that he can find someone that is….not your sister. someone who will appreciate his charity and kindness. Someone who wants to help people and isn't selfish. Your sister snatches your phone out of your hand.

“She's dating Yoongi, mom,” she cries out. She waves your phone in front of your moms face, showing her the missed calls. “I always told you…”

“Leave it alone,” your dad says, cutting her off. You, your sister, your mom, you all freeze. You think this is the most you ever heard him speak in years. “Give her her phone back.”

“Y/N, how could you do this to her,” your mom scolds, ignoring your father. “I told you to leave him alone years ago. You never listen. Why can't you ever listen? Do you know how selfish this is?”

“How long did you wait to go after him?” she snarled at you. “It was always pathetic how you always followed him around like a lost puppy. He hated it too, you know?” No, no, she's lying….please let her be lying. “He always hated helping you. He called you a burden all the time.”

“I SAID LEAVE IT!” Your father yells. “ I've sat back for years and kept quiet. No more, leave her alone. Give her the phone back right now!”

Your sister looks murderous. Your phone chimes. She smiles a sardonic smile as she looks at the screen. Instead of handing you the phone, she throws it on the hard cement below you.You cry out and pick it up….it's shattered. Your family is shattered, and Mingyu is probably shattered. The tears are streaming down your face. Yoongi, you want Yoongi. You need him to fix this. Were you a burden to him?

“You knew I loved him, and you always wanted everything I had. You jealous bitch! You are dead to me,” she whispered. “I will never speak to you again.”

Crying, you push past her and run through the house and out the front door. You grab your purse and your keys hanging on the hook on the way out. Running to your car, you slip and fall on the icy driveway. A sharp pain radiates through your wrist as you land on it. It takes your breath away for a moment. You ignore it as you manage to climb into your car. Your phone screen is glitching. You can't even pull up your contacts as it flickers erratically.

“Hey Siri, call, Yoongs,” you try to command your phone as you slam your car door shut. Sighing in relief, you hear your phone respond to your command. Thank you, thank you, thank you, you chant to yourself. The phone rings, and it's choppy and staticky.

“Ba..,” Yoongi answers. You can barely hear him. “...omthin….wron…”

Your phone completely turns off. No…no…no. Starting your car, you race back home to your apartment. Not Yoongi's but yours. You've been slowly packing. You have a week to be out. You just wanted your bed, your warm, comforting cocoon. You slam your door as soon as you get there. You don't even bother locking it as you dodge the boxes scattered about to get to your bedroom. Burying yourself in your blankets, you cover your head with your pillow and cry. Loud, full chest sobs, such violent sobs your body shakes. It gets hot quickly under there, but you don't care. You don't want anyone hearing you. You're too vulnerable, and it's an ugly sight. Fuck…your wrist hurts.

“Baby,” Yoongi's voice rang out. “Y/N.” His voice is muffled due to the pillow over your head. “Y/N,” he's close now. His body drops on the bed, jostling you a little. “You're scaring me.”

Yoongi pulls the pillow off your head and moves the blankets down. He reveals your sweaty red face as tears stream down your cheeks from your bloodshot eyes. You're sure your face is probably all snotty, too. You're too far gone to care about it, though.

“They know,” you whisper to him. “She smashed my phone.” Yoongi grabs your phone that was laid beside you and inspects it. “She has a fiancée. He was so nice and I ruined it for her. He knows Joon,” you explain. “I think he knows who you are too, and I panicked. I thought he was going to out us, and I didn't……” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “She saw our picture when you called.”

“Y/N,” he sighs and wipes the sweat and hair away from your face.

“I fell…my wrist really hurts,” you sob loudly, showing him your injured wrist. Yoongi gently picks up your wrist and tries to examine it.

“We should get you to the hospital,” he says softly, but you shake your head no. “It could be broken.”

“She said you called me a burden all the time. That you hated it when I followed you around,” you start crying again.

“What?” Yoongi’s face turns hard and red. “I never said that. You were the reason I stuck around for as long as I did.”

That shocked you. Your questions surrounding their relationship have never been answered. After today, you feel like you have a million more. They were together for two years. You always just kind of thought that they just grew apart. Now, you're not so sure anymore. His comment just now. His note in that red envelope with the ring, your picture in his studio. You clearly don't know anything.

“Let me take you to the hospital,” Yoongi says as he kisses the side of your head. “I'll try and pull some strings. My friend Jin might be on tonight. He'll take good care of you.”

“You have a lot of friends,” you say, leaning into his chest. You cradle your own hand to your chest.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “You were never and will never be a burden to me. Let's go, we can get some ice cream after, and I can try and finish packing.”

“Okay,” you agree. “I love you, Yoongi.”

“I love you, too,” he whispers.

“Well, you are one lucky young lady,” Dr. Kim said, coming back into your room. Your x rays in hand.

Yoongi wasn't lying when he said he could probably pull some strings. As soon as you got to the hospital, they got you right in. Unfortunately, you wouldn't be you without embarrassing yourself somehow. When Dr. Kim introduced himself and shook your good hand. You may have giggled, and Yoongi sighed in defeat. He's very handsome and his smile is so beautiful. See, you're starting to feel better already. You didn't need to come.

“Just a sprain. A grade 2 sprain. Rest it, ice it, elevate it, and keep it wrapped, I just prescribed you some mild pain meds, and you can pick those up on the way out at the pharmacy. You'll be just fine in about 6 weeks or so.” Dr. Kim explained. “Any question?”

“No,” you answered. “Thank you, Dr. Kim.”

“It was my pleasure. Finally, meeting my little Yoongi’s girlfriend is the highlight of my night,” Dr. Kim tells you. “Please call me Jin. We are family now,” he continues. “Also, always remember when you get a bladder infection…”

“Jin, don't,” Yoongi says, trying to cut him off.

“...urine trouble.” Dr. Kim….Jin throws his head back and slaps his leg laughing at his own joke. Yoongi shakes his head in embarrassment. You can't help but giggle, his laugh is infectious. “Okay, kids. You're free to go, Y/N take care of Yoongi for me.” Yoongi looks unimpressed as Jin leaves the two of you alone. You finally break out in full laughter. You think the meds have kicked in.

“It doesn't hurt anymore,” you say in awe as you flop your hand around.

“Stop that,” Yoongi says from the driver's seat.

“You know what!” You exclaim while bouncing in your seat. “Fuck her! Fuck my sister….well…you already have but still.”

“Hey, watch it,” Yoongi growls at you. He stops at a red light glaring at you.

“Oh come on. You were together for years. I'm not stupid….you've fucked her. Wow, these meds are great,” you laugh at yourself. Yoongi mumbles something to himself you can't make out in your haze. “Sex must have been good with her for you to put up with her like you did. You know what we should do?”

“What?” Yoongi asks, sounding exasperated, but you miss it. He pulls back into your lot and helps you out of the car.

“OH I KNOW!” You yell out and look at him with a serious look . “YOONGI! When did you get here?” Yoongi puts his hand over your mouth, shushing you. Thank the Lord you live on the first floor. It probably looks like he's kidnapping you right now. “Oh, Oh, we should make a sex tape! A really, really, really dirty one. I'll even let you jack it on my face! Yeah! Yeah! Then…I'll send it to her. We'll be naked!”

Yoongi huffed a little as he struggled with you. He finally managed to get you inside of your apartment and into your bedroom with you stumbling most of the way. You gave him work out trying to change you into something comfortable.

“Noooo,” you whine. “NAAAAAKKKEEEED!”

《Interlude: The Flashbacks 》

“Okay, my little adult film star. You lie down, and I'll get the camera,” Yoongi says, placating you. You snuggle down into your bed, and as soon as your head hits the pillow, you're out. Snores and all. You miss the worried look on Yoongi's face and the sad smile he gives you. Turning off the light, Yoongi leaves you alone. Maybe you weren't as sure about this relationship as he thought.

A/N: I understand she probably would have just taken something like Tylenol for her wrist. I needed her to be loopy for this one.

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javierpena-inatacvest · 2 years ago

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Every Inch

Summary: After feeling discouraged after trying on a pair of jeans that doesn't fit anymore, Javi shows you just how much he appreciates your body, regardless of what you think about it.

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairing: husband!Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n, reader has no physical descriptions besides the fact her jeans don't fit, because let's be honest, jeans suck no matter what size you are)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, unprotected p in v sex (be better), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, body praise (Javi loves ur body holy shit), mentions of weight/negative self image/body issues, jeans being the worst (let's be honest, they are), fluff, sweetness, Javi being the best husband ever

A/N: Inspired by my own personal battle with my favorite pair of jeans and love for BLT sandwiches 🥴

Can be read alone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!

To say that Laredo, Texas had “fall” weather, was generous, to say the least. After spending all of your life in Chicago, you had grown accustomed to the change in seasons from summer to autumn meaning pants, sweaters, sweatshirts, and most of the time by mid October, a winter coat. When you first moved, people were shocked to see you wearing shorts in February, and you were equally as shocked as to why everyone wasn’t when it was 70 degrees out. You had always made fun of Javi for how terribly he handled the cold, complaining every time the temperature got low enough to even consider wearing a jacket. The first time you had brought him back to Chicago for Christmas to experience a real midwest winter, you were convinced that you could have wrapped him in an Arctic Expedition parka and he still wouldn’t have been warm enough. But now, after almost 2 years of living in Laredo, your tolerance for anything less than blazing hot had decreased significantly, signaling a change in the guard from your summer to fall attire in your closet.

It was the end of June when you and Javi had first moved into your new house, packing away anything heavier than shorts and t-shirts for later. Unfortunately, it had been long enough that later meant now. You shuffled through the things already hung in your closet, pulling out a large cardboard box labeled “warm clothes” that had been tucked in the back corner of your wardrobe since you had moved. One by one, you began pulling out pairs of jeans, jackets, and long sleeved shirts to be hung next to the rest of your clothes, grimacing to yourself at how much you had packed away in such a small box that you had forgotten about.

It wasn’t before long that your clothes were organized on their hangers, having to find ways to creatively squeeze your clothes into your side of the closet without overflowing into Javi’s equally crammed side. With everything at least in a place for now, you took a step back, nodding to yourself in satisfaction at your completed task, before you looked down to notice a crumpled pair of jeans that must have fallen out of your box when you had pulled it out.

“Oh, there they are!” You smiled to yourself as you reached down to grab the pile of denim, holding the pants up in excitement. You had been so busy putting away the rest of your clothes that you hadn’t even noticed that your favorite pair of jeans had been missing among the assorted warm weather items. Although the two of you were just planning to spend the day hanging around the house, you couldn’t help but want to change into the jeans, knowing damn well they made your ass look fantastic, and made Javi go absolutely feral. You quickly slipped off your sweatpants, tossing them into the laundry basket by your bed before stepping into the pant legs of the well worn denim, pausing for a moment as you got halfway up your thighs.

“Fuck, these are tight…” You muttered to yourself, jumping up and down to try and shimmy the pants over your hips, barley getting the denim around your waist. “C’mon, please fit, please fit…” You silently pleaded with yourself, tugging the button of your jeans across your belly, sucking in as hard as you could to loop it through the opening. As hard as you pulled and as much as you tried to push in your stomach, you knew for a fact that there was no way in hell you were getting those jeans to close, let alone fit comfortably.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You sighed, looking down at the denim now squeezing your lower half in what felt like all of the wrong places. You gave the button one last try, even though you knew it was no use.

“Motherfucker…” You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, staring at your figure with your jeans unbuttoned, your mind now seeming to find a way to pick out every single flaw you could find. The longer you stared, the wetter your eyes became, tears now streaming down your cheeks as you wrestled with your pants to get them off as quickly as possible, throwing them across the room in a messy heap. Your soft sobs only became heavier as you looked up at your open closet, wondering what else from the box you had just unpacked wasn’t going to fit you this year either.

You tried your best to take a deep breath and distract yourself from your dismay by folding the rest of Javi’s clean laundry at the end of your bed before Javi came in from whatever he was doing to find you crying over a pair of pants. You aggressively folded the last of Javi’s shirts after composing yourself enough to finish your task, taking an extra moment to hug your favorite of his, his well loved red Texas A&M swimming shirt- one of the first he had left at your apartment when you began dating. You held the soft fabric against your face, finding relief in the sweet and familiar smell of him embedded in the shirt. You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh as you folded it and placed it with the rest of the pile, not even noticing that Javi had been watching from the doorway, grinning to himself as he watched you put away one of the shirts that had glady become more yours than his.

“Hey, Hermosa.” Javi smiled as he walked over to you sitting cross legged on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “I’m almost done cleaning out the truck. Do you wanna do lunch after I’m done? I can go pick up Alejandro’s for us. I’ve been fucking craving a BLT all day.”

“Um, I don’t know, I’m uh- I’m not that hungry, I guess.” You mumbled, looking sheepishly back down at your pile of clothes, trying to hide the frustration on your face as you glared at your jeans laying on the floor at the end of your bed.

A puzzled look grew across Javi’s face as he watched you forcefully fold another one of his shirts, throwing it into the pile of folded clothes next to you before crossing your arms over your chest. Ever since he had met you, there had been very few times that you had turned down a meal, let alone anything from your favorite sandwich shop, especially knowing that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast a few hours ago. “You okay, baby? We don’t have to do Alejandro’s if you don’t want to I-”

“It’s fine, Jav. I’m not that hungry, okay? If you wanna get a sandwich that’s fine, I’ll just have like, a banana or something.” You replied, perhaps a little harsher than intended, trying to use your anger to ward off anymore incoming tears. Javi quietly sat down on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your thigh as you looked up at the concern pooling in his sweet, brown eyes, clearly knowing all too well that you were not okay.

“Osita, what’s going on?” He murmured, running his other hand through the messy ends of your hair.

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.” You huffed, keeping your eyes locked with the denim enemy you had made only minutes ago. You could feel Javi sliding his hand across your face to cup your cheek, forcing your gaze to meet his, only raising an eyebrow at you in response to coax an answer out of you. “My favorite pair of jeans don’t fit.”

Javi cocked his head to the side, trying to formulate a logical response to your statement. “Do you wanna go out and get new ones? We can go shopping if you need new jeans, Hermosa.”

“No Jav, I don’t wanna go shopping for new pants, I want my old pants to fit because they were my favorite pair and now i’m too big for them. I don’t wanna try on any other pairs that I just hung up because if these ones don’t fit, those ones probably won’t either. I wanna be the same size I was a year ago when my fucking jeans still fit. I feel so gross and ugly and ahhhgghh they’re just stupid fucking pants and I know I can get new ones, but still.” There was no use in trying to hold back your tears at this point. You rambled as your cheeks grew red and wet, feeling like an idiot for being so distraught for letting a pair of pants ruin your morning, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel frustrated that you had gained enough weight since the last time you had tried them on that they didn’t even button anymore. Javi sat there for a moment, letting you finish your angry rant as you sniffled against his chest before lifting up your chin, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“First of all, it’s not stupid, or dumb.” Javi softly smiled at you, tracing small circles against your jaw as you looked up at him. “Baby, believe me, I had to buy my fair share of new clothes when I came back home after Colombia, and I felt shitty about it too. Second of all, regardless of whether those jeans fit you or not, I still think that you are the most beautiful, amazing, attractive woman I have ever seen in my entire fucking life. I love everything about you, Osita- every inch of you is perfect.”

“I’m your wife, you have to say that.” You sniffed, letting out a little laugh as the tiniest smirk began to form on your lips from Javi’s sweet words. Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head before turning back to you.

“No, it means more because out of all the women in the world there is no one else that I would rather be with than you. “Baby…” He paused, looking you up and down, biting down on his lip before speaking again. “Baby, you know how much I love everything about your body.” Reaching down, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brought it up to his mouth, carefully kissing each knuckle.

“I love your hands.” He grinned, leaning his body over yours. “I love your arms.” His kisses began to slowly travel up the sleeves of your shirt. “I love your neck.” He rasped, nipping at your skin, his kisses now beginning to become wet and heavy. “I love your beautiful face. Fuck, you know you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Osita.”

You let out a muffled moan as Javi’s lips met yours, his tongue quickly swiping against your parted mouth before pulling away, his kisses making their way back down your body as his hands worked at the hem of your shirt, helping you to raise your arms over your head as he pulled it off, tossing it off the side of the bed, leaving you in your bra. “You know how much I love these.” You could feel his smirk pressed against your skin as his hand freed the clasp around your back, his hands kneading at your breasts, kissing each one before flicking your pebbled nipples along his tongue.

“Javi…” You whimpered, your breath shaky and weak as he slid himself off the edge of the bed, his fingertips digging into the meat of your ass as lifted you up and slid your underwear down your thighs as they pooled around your ankles. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He mewled, setting you back down as he gently nudged open your legs, admiring the slick that had already begun pooling between your thighs, your cunt wet and glistening as he kissed up the exposed flesh of your legs. “And you already know how much I love this.” He smirked, swiping two of his fingers between your folds, collecting your arousal as he began to circle around your clit, making you moan. “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, goddamn. I’ll never get over it.” His breath was hot against your entrance as he took one long, drawn out lick with a broad stroke of his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he looked up with you, a devilish grin on his face. “Let me show you, baby. Let me show you how much I love every fucking inch of you, okay?”

You nodded frantically, easily complying with his request as he nestled his broad frame between your legs, draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat, curling his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved. His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, grabbing fist fulls of your comforter to ease the tension already building in your belly. You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.

“Fuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, I’m close.” You reached one of your hands down, tugging at the ends of Javi’s dark curls, as if to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.

His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached down to grab your hand that had been tangled in the sheets, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Dameló, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, I’ve got you.”

You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, clenching down on his fingers as they gently pulsed inside you as you came down from your high, a smug look spreading across the slick covered sheen of Javi’s face as he withdrew them, licking the juices clean as he sucked his fingers in his mouth.

“So fucking sweet. Can I keep showing you how much I love everything about you, Osita? Show you how much your husband loves his fucking beautiful wife?” He smirked, kissing his way up your body as he stood, towering over you. You nodded, reaching down to palm at the bulge straining against the denim of his jeans as Javi began to undo his belt buckle, shuffling his pants and boxers down his hips before reaching over his head to pull off his army green t-shirt that had been straining against the broadness of his shoulders. You shuffled back on the bed, Javi crawling over you, nipping at your exposed skin as snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke his cock before running his tip through your folds, collecting the shining slick of your arousal along his length.

“Please, Javi. Please.” You whined, squirming your bottom half, aching to feel Javi inside you as he continued to tease you relentlessly, relishing in your desperate state.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely. So needy, hmmmm? This what you want?” He rasped, gently pushing himself inside you, making you gasp as his hips flushed with yours, feeling his cock bottom out against your cervix. His thickness made you breathless, only able to whimper and nod in response as every inch of him filled you. Almost painfully slowly, he began to pull back, his strokes slow and methodical as the lewd sounds of your moans and the wetness between you coated the walls of your bedroom. As his thrusts began to speed up, he ran his hands down your arms before grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head and holding them in place with his broad grasp. He caged his chest with yours, the warm touch of your bare skin pressed against each other as he rocked into you, planting hot, wet kisses along your neck, sucking at your pulse point.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Hermosa. I can’t believe this is all fucking mine.” He whispered, his voice low and tender as he slipped his grip away from your wrists, sliding his hand under your back to pull you up, resting his palm on the small of your back as he helped you to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the nape of his neck, and fingers in the dark curls of his hair, the new position making the pressure building in your core grow rapidly. Javi snaked his hand between your bodies, reaching down to rub back and forth along your clit as he punched into you, each thrust somehow more satisfying than the last.

“Oh shit- Javi, fuck- Fuck, you feel so good, please don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” Javi had learned all too well from the tremble of your incoherent babbles and tightness now squeezing around his cock that you were close to coming undone, and he knew exactly what you needed to push you over the edge.

“Yeah? I know you’re close, baby girl. Give me another one, Osita. Be a good girl and cum one more time around my dick before I fuck myself so deep inside you. Fuck me, you’re so fucking perfect. I know you’re close, baby, it’s okay.”

Javi was snapping into you, splitting you open with each thrust, making every inch of your body shiver as the tingling in your lower belly began to build towards your sweet release, your mind going blank from his filthy words he knew damn well were your weakness.

“Fuck, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, Javi, I’m gonnahhhhhhhh-” Your legs shook as your orgasm flooded through your body, the cries of your husband’s name quickly turning to silent sobs into his shoulder as your body went slack, pleasure taking over you.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot when you cum like that. Shit- I’m close too, Hermosa. Eres perfecta. Mierda, tengo tanta suerte. Te amo con todo mi corazón (You’re perfect. Shit, I’m so lucky. I love you with all of my heart). Oh fuck me, shit, oh fuckkkkkk.” With only a few more thrusts deep inside, Javi followed suit, milking himself of every last drop of his spend into you, the mixture of your arousal pooling beneath you as he slumped into you, your chests heaving with shallow breaths as you came down from each of your highs.

Reaching his hands up to cusp your face, Javi leaned in to kiss you, his lips strong and tender against yours, making your cheeks warm as he pulled away to brush back a stray piece of messy hair that had fallen in your face. “I know I can’t fix how you feel, but I hope that was at least some reassurance that I mean it when I say that you are the most beautiful woman on earth, Osita.” Javi smirked at you, rubbing his thumb against your jaw as his chocolate brown eyes gazed at yours.

“I meannnn, it does help a little.” You giggled, pecking a quick kiss onto Javi’s lips. “Thank you, Jav. I definitely still think that’s a bit of an overstatement and doesn’t help me fit back into my jeans, but it’s really sweet of you. I love you.”

“Te amo mucho. (I love you so much.) It’s true. And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me. In fact…” Javi’s face lit up with a devilish grin as he wrapped your arms around your back, scooting the both of you off the bed, making you squeal in delight as you locked your legs over his waist, holding you up, beginning to walk you both towards your bathroom. “I think that we need to take a shower and I can show you again just how much I love everything about you. And then…” He pepper ticklish kisses along your neck and collar bone in between each word as he sat you down on the bathroom counter, hands grasping your face. “We’re gonna go out and get BLT’s for lunch because I know you’re fucking hungry and I don’t want you to be cranky when we come back home and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I’m honestly fucking starving, I could eat 14 BLT’s right about now.” You laughed, shaking your head at the thought that not long ago, you were willing to forgo your favorite lunch because of a stupid pair of pants. “God, you’re amazing. And a fucking menace. You better get me in that shower, Peña- You’ve got a hungry, horny wife waiting for you.”

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cabinofimagines · 1 year ago

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Tradition

I know we said to request only platonic stuff but I could not help myself. Therefore, requested by me to myself, I am writing a romantic poly!solangelo fic. They keep coming and they don't stop coming- Pairing: Will Solace x reader x Nico di Angelo, Poly!Solangelo x reader Request: none Word count: 1.6k Warnings: None! -Asnyox

A lot of demigods have lost people and places dear to them, it was nothing new for a lot of the faces you saw during the holidays. Yet, it was hard to get used to losing things.

You missed the time you spent at home. Of course, you loved camp, you loved your friends, but every time the holidays came around you felt homesick to a place you would never return to. The worst part was remembering the specific traditions you used to have with your parent - and knowing that you wouldn’t get to do those this year again. You often go through this period fine, a little high strung sometimes but with your friends, and boyfriends, on your side you would get distracted enough to only get sad when you’re alone.

And it felt wrong to celebrate the holidays without your traditions, it felt weird to bring up your traditions and it was simply hard to communicate what you wanted. Maybe you wanted to be back home, never having known demigod life, or maybe you just wanted a hug and baked a specific recipe you used to make every year, or see your living room decorated specifically like it used to be.

Either way, the holidays come and go every year and it seems that today was simply the day that your brain decided to be sad and homesick. Thus, you figured you would just spend some time wallowing in your misery on your own instead of bringing down the general mood around camp. Maybe a part of your reasoning was that the more happy atmosphere of camp would simply make you sadder and feel worse.

However, your boyfriend seemed to have a different idea. You see, your sour mood around the holidays didn’t go unnoticed by your lovers, as you seemed to close off a little more each day from them. Nico especially wanted to make the holidays a bit special. In the previous years, before he stayed at camp year round, the holidays had always been tinted by grief and sadness. He barely remembered how he used to celebrate when his mother and Bianca were still around, but Will and you had slowly been giving him new hope. Perhaps, with the two of you on his side, he could slowly move on, and one of the steps he wanted to take was to rejuvenate his energy around Christmas. Therefore he had made some plans for the three of you.

“I’m not really in the mood to go out today, Nico.” you looked away from your boyfriend, “I’m sorry,”

“Please?” Nico wasn’t one to beg, but he really wanted to spend time with you, “Will’s already in my cabin.” he offered as he held out his hand to you.

“I don’t want to bring your mood down,” you explained, but you slowly took his hand anyway, unable to tell him no.

“That’s fine,” Nico grinned a little, “If there is anyone who would bring the mood down it would be me and you know it.” Then his face flushed a little, “besides, it wouldn’t be the holidays without my family.”

“Your family?” you asked before, softly, “oh,” Your heart stammered, he had meant you and Will as his family, you looked at him fondly, “I love you, Nico.” You stepped closer before softly sharing a kiss with him.

When you finally entered the Hades cabin you didn’t notice much to be off. Will was laying on Nico’s bed, with his feet still on the floor. You sat next to him, putting your hand on his hair. Will smiled at you.

“Nico got you out of your cabin?” Will asked, grabbing the hand that was on his hair and pressing a kiss to the palm as you hummed.

“He had some rather good arguments,” you elaborated, “like loving me, and loving you.”

“I didn’t take for our sunshine to be a poet,” Will sat up as Nico sat down beside him. They kissed softly, “But your talents are uncountable,” Will finished his sentence as he broke away. Nico had a blush on his face as he stared at his boyfriend.

As you sat there for a moment in silence you realized that for a moment the never ending sadness you had felt the past few days had gone, chased away by simply being near your boyfriends. Perhaps you should note down that your loved ones would make you feel better, as much as loved ones could also make you ache. You shuffled your body closer to Will’s, and felt his warmth against your side.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked, looking at Nico as he came out of his little daze.

“Well, I thought maybe,” he hesitated for a second, the slightest sliver of doubt in his mind, “that we might celebrate the holidays with the three of us. As in, we make our own tradition?” he suggested, and Will nodded slowly.

“My mom and I used to write each other small poems,” Will said, “Or I guess songs, sort of, each year.” Will then smiled softly, “Well, we still do. She sends them in the mail and I use Hermes Express to get mine wherever she is. It’s a small way we communicate. Although, the three of us don’t have to do that, it’s honestly a bit private for me.” Will admitted.

“Did you have any traditions, Nico?” You asked.

Nico shrugged slowly, “I don’t remember a lot, and never really had a celebration since coming to camp.” Then he flushed slightly, “I used to go to McDonalds, and simply get a festive meal.”

“Festive?” Will poked Nico’s side, “What, do they add Christmas lights to it?” Nico shook his head.

“No, but the people there,” he sighed, “I suppose I just sought out the energy, okay?”

“You’re cute,” you told him, leaning over Will to kiss Nico’s cheek. On your way back Will grabbed your cheek and pressed a kiss to it.

“What about you?” Will let your face go. You thought about it for a moment, but it didn’t take long as you had been sitting with these feelings for a while.

“There wasn’t much outside the standard things-” you sighed, “I suppose for us what mattered most was to spend the time together.” after another beat you resumed, “I mean, we always made a dessert together but the recipe changed every year,” you laughed at the memory, “we really should’ve written it down somewhere. I don’t even remember the name.”

Nico perked up a little, “Do you remember the ingredients?” but you shook your head.

“I only remember the taste when the nectar tastes like it,” You leaned on Will’s shoulder, “Which isn’t always.”

“Well, we can just bake a different dessert each year until we find it, starting now.” Will suggested and you rolled your eyes, “That would take ages,” you objected, but Nico ignored you.

“Where will we bake?” Nico asked, “Last time I checked anything that could serve as a kitchen here is a bit off-limits.”

“I’m pretty sure Leo can give us something to work with.” Will said, and you felt the trembles of his voice through his chest.

“What, he’ll let us bake on top of him? He’ll lay still for twenty minutes?” You joked.

“No, we’ll lock him in a small, metal box until the food is cooked,” Nico said and you laughed.

Nonetheless, after you made your way to Bunker Nine it only took Leo half an hour to have a baking station set up, with the condition that he would also get a part of the dessert.

“And kisses?” He puckered his lips, and as you stepped towards him, Nico was faster, pressing a rock he had on hand to Leo’s mouth. Leo backed away, as he grimaced.

“Hey! That’s unhygienic!” he objected, but Nico just smiled widely.

“I dunno, stones are rather tasty if you ask me.” Nico put the rock on the table.

“Yeah, you need minerals in your diet Leo.” Will chimed in from next to you. Leo looked unimpressed as he waved you off.

“I’ll be somewhere on the other side working on Festus, just make sure to call me when your dessert is ready.”

And as you had limited resources - even Leo couldn’t magic all the ingredients from his workshop, and the Stolls only had a small stash of possibilities (that you could afford) - the dessert you made was rather simple. But that didn’t matter, even though for sure it was not what you used to make, it was special. Not perfect, and it still hurt, but keeping your traditions, carrying them over to your new life, it was special. And you knew you would keep doing it - keep carrying that which you got taught by previous family and friends, all because you loved them and they loved you. You’ll unconsciously carry them with you, their deeds and only when you miss them will you notice the print they left on you. But for now, keeping traditions from nostalgic times was all you needed to remember that even if there are people you no longer can meet, they will always stay with you.

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